Gifts!
The very word will conjure up a flood of memories. Some pleasant, some not-so-pleasant and some downright bad ones [am talking about those innumerable terrible looking wall clocks, or casseroles or recycled gifts that are part of any wedding, whether you like it not and even after you have specifically mentioned “no gifts please”] whose memory refuses to fade away.
Just as they say that 'Gifting" is an art, I firmly believe that accepting gifts graciously is also an art, especially from loved ones. The most cherished moment in gifting is those few seconds of expected exhilaration from the giftee[for want of a better word] that follow after the “gifter”[I have cooked this one up as its been a while since I blogged and my brain cells have not yet woken up from their coma] has handed over the gift[surprise or otherwise].
The gift loses its significance for both the gifter and giftee if they do not appreciate the gift in totality. For instance a classic watch is meant to be just that…a classic beauty! Instead if after receiving the gift, you go on and on about how instead of a white dial, it would look better with a black one and instead of a square shape, it would look better if it were oval or circle or rectangle or whatever shape you have learnt and choose to recall for a more graphic description, then you are referring to a completely different watch…a different variety or version. In such instances, you are prodded to think if a gift voucher is a better option. It not only spares you the effort and the occasional not-so-pleasant aftermath of the gifting process, but also serves as a win-win for the gifter and giftee.
Or better still, as I have heard a few celebrities say…”I neither give or accept gifts”. Though it makes for a sensible solution I am not too sure I want to subscribe. On the contrary don’t you think that statement in itself can be the thought to propel my blogging spree?
A thought to gift…anyone???
