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When the celebrations were over and people started blaming him for one flaw or the other, Anand was happy.

"Why are you so happy when people accuse you of things for which you were not responsible?" asked his friend.

"I was the supervisor, you see," said Anand.

"So what?  The blame should go to those who failed to do their job properly and not to the supervisor."

"See, when people blame you, it means that at least they are taking note of you.  Otherwise who would even know that I existed, let alone that I was the supervisor?"

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  1. This is so true, Sir.
    Human Nature is to blame another when things go wrong; yet take credit for success when all is well!
    Hope good Supervisors get their due!
    Also, I feel may everyone get their rightful due & what they fairly deserve rather than false allegations & unfair remarks!

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    1. Anita, Life can be very interesting if we learn to laugh about some games that people play... This supervisor also happens to be a bit philosophical :)

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  2. True...Very True...It's the lead who faces the end client and bears the wrath , faces those odd questions , even though he isn't the one who failed to deliver....That probably is an overhead that comes with the role....

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    1. It's interesting to know that my anecdotal stories appear to have a universal validity :) Thanks, Soham.

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  3. Supervision is a thankless job..really..:-P

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  4. Thats the actual way of looking at life...with positivity and smile. Inspiring anecdote. :)

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  5. That is one supervisor I would wish to meet. A philosopher cum positive thinker..

    People often grab the limelight from the deserving but will be eager to put all blame on some hapless creature.

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  6. Felt the supervisor was surely a teacher and that's why he could look beyond others mistakes and still find positivism in the situation.

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  7. Haha, that brought a smile to my face. Love the philosophical side with a touch of humor :)

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  8. Aah! Your pieces of writing always make me feel like I have learned something! Something simple, yet something important!

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  9. This is like filtering out the nicer aspects out of all and be happy. I gotta learn this.

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  10. LOL...I would rather not get noticed :D

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  11. Simple and beautiful, Sir ! That was a very crisp and nice read... :)

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