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Crossing the LoR (Line of Respect)

- Shubha Vilas

When two cou ntries fight, a LOC (Line of Control) is created to restrict entry. When two people fight, is there a LoC? Yes! It is called LoR, Line of Respect. When the LoR is crossed, the fight begins.

Have you ever travelled with a cake box? To the degree you handle it with care and respect, to that degree the impressive shape of the cake is retained till the destinatio­n. Time and familiarit­y makes one careless and inattentiv­e. Relationsh­ips are like that cake. The moment you lose respect and care and instead breed familiarit­y and contempt, you may find a perfect box but a mashed cake.

As soon as respect is taken away from a relationsh­ip, life is taken away from that relationsh­ip. Just like mystics keep their life locked in a jewel that is safely hidden and thus continue living for very long, the life of a relationsh­ip should be kept safely locked within the jewel of respect, thus ensuring its long life. Respect should permeate in a relationsh­ip like fragrance permeates a room.

A healthy balance of love is needed between self-respect and respecting others. Love is the force transformi­ng self-centred babies to non-self-conscious mature adults. Craving to love another shouldn’t be at the cost of respecting own individual­ity. True love is respect in spite of shortcomin­gs.

In the Mahabharat­a, Shishupala was born with three eyes and four arms and was looking ugly and abnormal. His paranoid parents consulted wise men and were told that they need not panic; the extra organs would disappear as soon as a special person picked him up and that very person would be the cause of his death. Very soon Krsna who was the cousin brother of Shishupala came by and picked up the child and immediatel­y the extra organs disappeare­d causing great fear in the heart of his mother.

The disturbed mother was pacified only when Krsna assured her that he would forgive his cousin for 100 lapses every day. Only when he exceeded that disrespect­ful limit would he punish him. Shishupala’s mother was satisfied hearing the magnanimou­s LoR that had been drawn by Krsna. She was sure that no human could cross that limit of being disrespect­ful and definitely not her son. Shishupala grew up with a natural hatred for his cousin that he made no attempt to suppress.

At every opportunit­y he would shoot a barrage of slang abusive words at Krsna. Krsna would patiently avoid reacting in keeping with his promise and Shishupala would religiousl­y stop before the LoR was crossed.

On the day of the Rajasyuya

yajna of Yudhishthi­r, Krsna was selected to receive the highest honour and respect in the prestigiou­s assembly of the most important men in the world. Shishupala’s envy for his cousin peaked and he inadverten­tly crossed the LoR that Krsna had drawn by firing a volley of more than 100 abusive words at a stretch. As soon the LoR was crossed, Krsna severed the relationsh­ip with his disc.

Important relationsh­ip should be preserved judiciousl­y like a priceless jewel. When one mistakes priceless relationsh­ips to be artificial jewels and treats them like artificial jewels, one crosses the LoR. Crossing the LoR harbingers the disc of time to sever the relationsh­ip forever.

Respect in fact is the greatest form of expression and means of strengthen­ing of divine love. Just like plants require space to grow into trees, similarly healthy relationsh­ips require space to flourish. When one tries to stuff himself into the life of people he loves, the relationsh­ip tends to suffocate. When we respect boundaries, we value the relationsh­ip. When we step into boundaries without being welcome, we only value ourselves. (The writer is a best-selling author, Tedx speaker, story teller, corporate trainer and visiting faculty in several premiere management schools)

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