The other day I attended motivation class been organized by the company. It was been the second class in the row. We were really been exited for the same. Before attending the first class a month ago we were been suspicious about for the same. I really thought the HRD people have motivate our boss to make a mark of them and by turn they are wasting the companies money. However the whispers were not louder as the class was on Saturday and it was supposed to be a half-holiday along with a lot of fun. Let what ever be, we were been pleased as the timing was one hour late for office and we were sure to be freed after an hour of lunch. Mr.Arora the speaker was marvelous. I really appreciate his ways of teaching. The time passed so smoothly and the class was also enjoyable. Few days passed with the class effect and people at office and factory were more sober and systematic than before. The effort delivered by the HRD department was really fruitful. In line with others I have created some habit of giving examples from the context of Mr. Arora.  I was sure the second one is going to be more exited. I invited one of my best friends to the class. “ I shouldn’t “ was her instant answer. After all it is your official function and I should not attend the same. Don’t worry; no one is going to question your presence. I will apprise my bossed that you are my friend and I have very good relation ship with others so they will not think otherwise. But tomorrow I have other engagements. Skip it, I told her. Ok, I shall try my best. What ever was the reason she could not attend the class.

 The class was par excellent once again.

 A few days passed. One day I met her in the market. At coffee table she asked? How was the class? Excellent, I answered. You should have attended it. Any way. I will intimate you in advance next time, so that you make your schedule for attending it in advance. 

Tell me some thing about the lecture. I will give you a copy of the contents. That’s fine, but you can tell me some thing now. I was in dilemma. I should tell her the best theme. But I could not make out what was the best thing. I could not tell her the sass bahu stories and I don’t think they had bitter relationship, if the story makes a boomerang effect the whole situation would spoil. After some thoughts I told her a caption.  

We should appreciate own first for the goodness inside ourselves and the best will come out of you slowly.  

What are the ways? was her next question. 

Stand before the mirror and pat on your shoulder for the good works you have done today. 

I am not such a beauty, that I will appreciate my self before mirror. 

You can be beautiful, I answered, don’t worry the beauty will slowly come out of you after appreciating. (Mr. Arora had told exactly that). 

I didn’t know what went wrong. She at once stood up from the table mid way. I have to leave. I have some urgent works to do at home. I must leave now. I had no choice. I went to the counter and paid the bill. By the time I was at the restaurant gate she has reached the bus stop. She was pale. I sensed some thing seriously wrong which she is not reveling. I should drop you near your house. No I will manage myself. I called an auto. How much you will take for going to ITO? A hundred bucks was his instant answer, any other day she would have bargained, but to day she didn’t. 

When auto started she told me. “ You could have told then, I am not so ugly?” 

What? By the time I recall the incident, the auto has gone. All my efforts for reaching her through mobile went in vain. 

In the night when I stood before the mirror to pat my self, I cannot. You are really idiot was my inner answer. But how can I tell her that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever admired