The Art of Rejecting Calls

                                                         The Art of Rejecting Calls


This topic is not something everybody talks about. It is just an intangible art embedded in the daily lives of almost everyone in the modern generation. All people, men and women constantly reject calls and give hopeless excuses that can be smelled a mile away. Isn't it fascinating to know that this art comes along like a gift package and is scheduled to show its capabilities at the age of 20.  It's just a habit inculcated by the daily rejection of calls and ignoring them with a voice in your mind saying - I don't have time'.

 Is that really the reason or just an excuse by someone who is  obsessed with his daily life,  to reject variation in life ? It maybe an excuse said by the selfishness in you?Or maybe to ignore the boredom in life ? It might just be frustration !!

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Along with rejection there is also the art of ending calls. Most people just  end the call with the classic old - 'I have got another call' or the modern style desertion - ' Just a second ..............The call has been ended' and the rudest of rude with just too much ego say it straight on their face 'I don't feel like talking to you. Call you later'. There is also the recent trend of 'I can't hear you' or 'My cell connection is weak'.

So what is this really ?Is there an answer here? Or just more questions? 

Reply in the comments section with some more questions !!!


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