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Hard Sell

I hate pestering salesmen. They just seem so intrusive. Even when you show little or no interest in their products, they are in your face. So when friends and acquaintances come up with these business propositions to make you rich overnight, I get so put off. I mean while I do respect their ambitions for my material well being and theirs too in the process, I want to run away from them the moment I realise I am in a company that talks of chain businesses.

I remember years back when a sister's friend from hometown called me up. At first, I was so excited that she was calling me up to find out how I was. Slowly the conversation veered to Amway, and before I realised she was hard selling. Obviously, I didnt tell her to fuck off as I would have any other salesman but I was so piqued by the fact that she didn't respect the profession I was in and that I was not cut out for business. And of course, like her, there were many others who tried hard to get me into the Amway chain. Life is filled with difficulties I understand, so people are trying to make ends meet, but shouldn't people realise that they cannot just ask anybody and everybody to make money the way they want. Everybody loves money, so do I, but when you have learnt to run your own life, you play safe.

And why do we commit the mistake of combining friendship and business? It's sure to get screwed along the way. I mean I can't imagine asking a friend to use a particular brand of cosmetic because as sensible adults we all chose these things by way of our own experiments. I can't be pushy with that. So what does Amway expect? That I tell my friend, "here use this product" and find out she didnt like it after all, and after spending a fortune.

Bottomline: money making is not everyone's forte. Money comes and money goes too, and when you are comfortable chasing money your own way, have the time to read, relax and while some of the time, you already lead a rich life! What more can one ask for?

Comments

Anonymous said…
I totally agree.Infact in the west especially at the malls you find total strangers coming up to you striking up a conversation and believe me they have perfected the art of small talk just so that they can get your number.Well after that you get these incessant calls with all their wonderful fairy tales about how you can retire by doing nothing and how you can watch your wealth grow with supplemental income and the whole nine yards.They will ask you to come for such and such seminars and meetings where you can meet people who have made boatloads of money doing this business.Well as far as strangers go i can always tell em to FO but what really makes it difficult is when your friends start buggin you with this insane idea of pyramid marketing.Believe me you don't ever want to be in that situation...
Anonymous said…
I totally agree.Infact in the west especially at the malls you find total strangers coming up to you striking up a conversation and believe me they have perfected the art of small talk just so that they can get your number.Well after that you get these incessant calls with all their wonderful fairy tales about how you can retire by doing nothing and how you can watch your wealth grow with supplemental income and the whole nine yards.They will ask you to come for such and such seminars and meetings where you can meet people who have made boatloads of money doing this business.Well as far as strangers go i can always tell em to FO but what really makes it difficult is when your friends start buggin you with this insane idea of pyramid marketing.Believe me you don't ever want to be in that situation...
Shanti Thokchom said…
its not only strangers but our own ppl who send us mails to join this and that to make more money! i begin to ignore them anyways! i rather have a good friend than a materialistic one who thinks nothing but see and visualise us as nothing more than a marketing outlet! believe you me,money can do so many unbelievables to friendships!!i have a good example here among my own ppl...one of them a very smooth talker who always want a FREE KA MAAL at anytime from anyone even tho her hubby earns more than 6 figures yearly.

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