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Saturday, February 28, 2015

Lately, I have been thinking of upgrading my Alto with a Hyundai’s. I have been really obsessed with their products, especially Verna. But the barrier was deciding the right selling price at which I should sell it so as to get a good response from buyers and not sound high priced.

Taking heed of my problem, a friend of mine told me about MSP (Maximum Selling Price) Calculator, a new concept by Quikr for finding out what the reasonable price of a used good should be. And since no one (not even the site owners themselves) has control over the variables, so the output price is genuinely reliable. So I finally decided to sell it over Quikr.

Since I now have a roundabout idea of what the exact selling price of my car should be, I can find how much I need to pay from my pocket for my new car. Next I posted an ad on Quikr using the Post Free Ad option. Rather than giving my number publically, I can set it to private and rather use the Facebook type chat system across Quikr’s mobile app, mobile site and even the desktop site. This feature has truly transformed India’s online classifieds market as it enables users to communicate with each other at their convenience and request more details about the product or service they are providing, without requiring a single phone call. Trust me, the phone call system was truly a pain in the ass. Getting calls from expected buyers every now and then and when most of them were just passing their time.

I now know how much I can expect to be paid for my over-the-hill car. And how much I can invest in buying a new used car from Quikr itself. So I just had a sneak peek at the buying option.

Next going to the Quikr’s buy option. >> Cars and Bikes>> Cars>> Select Brand>> Model>> Year>> Fuel Type>> Calculate

From the product options I now had, some had put up a high price on their cars. Maybe they had not used the MSP feature and I realized how great I felt for I had used it. From the thousands of products that filled my PC screen, I chose I handful of products that befitted my requirements and seemed in a good working condition.

I contacted all of them individually with all my queries and dubieties. Chat is such a convenience for people like me who are online for most part of the day. Just as convenient as Facebook or Twitter.

Within a couple of days, I had my old car sold, and new car standing outside my house. I wonder if there is anything as convenient as some Qui(c)k(e)r shopping.

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Compassion is here to prevail #1000Speak

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Lavishness is too mainstream. Empathy, love and compassion are the basic amenities of life today. Where compassion is an inner air conditioning. Like what keeps us hopeful in extreme hardships and in days of dismay. Suddenly everything is cool and beautiful, and nothing can disturb you, and the whole existence is transformed into a friend you always were in hold of, but never credited. Never let a tear shed because of you. That’s the worst you can do to a world who deserves more of those with a heart that doesn’t just pumps blood inside their system.

True, I cannot satisfy every individual, but maybe I wasn’t meant to be. Maybe, life was meant to be this way. Hard, rough, with more fallouts, than jeepers. But is this what you wished to hear in days of asperities or would this have unriddled your problems or cut down the burden off your shoulders?

I want to be someone’s hope. And I know, I don’t need to be a millionaire to be someone’s hope. All through these years, I have learnt that I got to close my eyes to hear a cry. Eyes betray. Follow your heart. Compassion cannot be halfhearted. For this world is what I am. Woeful, infirm, miserable and in need of symphony.

Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood. And by the time you hear the silence of what the lonesome sand grain has to say, this world would have already been exempted of a burden that once existed.
Clothe yourself with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. They won’t take a peel of your body, and still the deepest one can go. We don’t have to be alike to soothe someone. All we need is to care for one another and let love prevail.

The love in your heart
Wasn’t put there to stay
Love isn’t love
Till you give it away

Before anything else, all one needs to understand is that ‘Compassion’ is a verb. And it isn’t something you learn of religion. Compassion is what you learn even before you take your first step without aid. It’s what you have been fed in your mother’s feed, or your dad’s lidless nights when you didn’t sleep, or when your first pet died and you didn’t eat for days. We are more likely to be pulled towards people with compassionate hearts, polite tongue and a generous mind. It’s what meets the need of every single being who ever existed on this earth. Compassion brings us to a stop, and for a moment, we rise above ourselves.

Hurt people hurt people. That’s how pain patterns get passed on, generation after generation. Break the chain today. Meet anger with sympathy, contempt with compassion, cruelty with kindness. Greet grimaces with smiles. Forgive and forget about finding fault. Love is the weapon of the future.

Compassion happens when you stop long enough to connect with someone else and let their plight sink soul deep… which in turn fuels a desire to help. Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. Don’t forget how much you yearned for a shoulder on those watchful nights when you fell too short of being heard. That’s exactly what a million others face this very moment.

Keep speaking as long as you have voices. You never know which word off your mouth helps regain this world’s benumbed senses.

You’re not what I was meant to be
For I’m not what I should have been.
A hand, a shoulder, an adhesive
Or even a blemished path to the finish line.

Compassion is what I’m
Compassion is what predefines me
For, I’m a paltry of an oblivion, you didn’t want to be
I’m your footmarks
That are there to stay long after you’re gone.
I’ll shed my tears every time you’re sad
Worrying for the times you fall flat
Neither are you what you always wanted to be
Nor am I what others expected of me
For I’m a human, and Compassion starts with me.

We do belong somewhere
Maybe a place, a city, or a nation
Or maybe a planet yet to be discovered
But what if we were already where we belonged

On February 20th, 2015, over 1000 of us will raise our voices through our writing & thoughts, and flood the blogosphere with
wave of #Compassion. Join the 1000 Voices Speak for Compassion group on Facebook. Check out more posts by visiting the creators, Yvonne and Lizzi.