Surprises surprise you

Surprises are a bad idea. Though “surprise” has a positive connotation, I’ve figured as u grow up, surprises are never fail-proof.

There are lot of troubles with it… Keeping the surprise hidden being the first n foremost.

A surprise has a lot of assumptions associated with it, which violates the principle of “never taking people for granted”.

A surprise has a lot of expectations associated, more the number of people involved more the expectations. We expect people to react in a certain way, we expect the people to consider the surprise in a certain way. So a harmless surprise may turn into a complete disaster.

Motive is the prime controversial factor. The simpler the motive, the more controversial things get. As I d said before its very difficult for people to accept simple things.

We assume certain settings, that never happen, what is often ignored is the mood of the person(s) the surprise is meant for. That’s one thing u can never predict. Surprises are a gamble. The longer u have to hold them, the more strained the surprise turns.

Overall stay away from em as long as u can… too much effort, too little returns ( o too much that u don’t expect)

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