Showing posts with label handshake. Show all posts
Showing posts with label handshake. Show all posts

Monday, 2 July 2012

Whatever happened to gentleman's golden handshake?

Someone just told me the other day that in case of accident, even if it is due to your own fault, never admit it when making a report afterwards. Keep your fingers crossed, arrange for a confession later or whatever you do, tell that there was a motorcyclist or pedestrian you had to avoid but was not in a correct state of mind to to jot the vehicle number. Failing to do so will find yourself in embarrassing situation of having your insurance claims rejected. So much for standing for the truth and the truth will prevail against all odds or that God protects the side of the truth. Now money talks.
A generation ago, a mark of a true gentleman is one who sticks by his words. A simple handshake or smoking of a peace pipe would seal an agreement. The word of a person from a civilised society is held in highest esteem as compared to someone who is a loafer, a blue collared or a native from the colonies.
Gone are those days. Words are just that, words, a jumble of alphabets to express one's wishes. The intent however can be different or differ according to circumstances. Things become more complex when the long arm of the law comes into the picture.A case that came to mind is the mix-up at a prominent fertility centre. The error was discovered by the clinicians and was duly informed to the affected parties who did not want to hear any of their explanation. The next thing the centre heard was a lawyer's notice, suspension of their practising licence and a fat fine.
Even at world level football scenario, a handshake at the end of a game which used to end all disagreements and anger at heights of the passion of game has no value any more. Thanks to the press who like to create a mountain out of a mole hill to spruce up their sales and have no material to write on, the flame of discontent is fanned almost after any small incident on the field and in the dressing room!

“Be afraid. Be very afraid.”*