Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Why are Goals Important? - Must read
On the best sunny day, the most powerful magnifying glass will not light paper if you keep moving the glass. But if you focus and hold it, the paper will light up. That is the power of concentration.
A man was traveling and stopped at an intersection. He asked an elderly man, "Where does this road take me?" The elderly person asked, "Where do you want to go?" The man replied, "I don't know." The elderly person said, "Then take any road. What difference does it make?"
How true. When we don't know where we are going, any road will take us there.
Suppose you have all the football eleven players, enthusiastically ready to play the game, all charged up, and then someone took the goal post away. What would happen to the game? There is nothing left. How do you keep score? How do you know you have arrived?
Enthusiasm without direction is like wildfire and leads to frustration. Goals give a sense of direction. Would you sit in a train or a plane without knowing where it was going? The obvious answer is no. Then why do people go through life without having any goals?
MEANINGLESS GOALS
A farmer had a dog who used to sit by the roadside waiting for vehicles to come around. As soon as one came he would run down the road, barking and trying to overtake it. One day a neighbor asked the farmer "Do you think your dog is ever going to catch a car?" The farmer replied, "That is not what bothers me. What bothers me is what he would do if he ever caught one." Many people in life behave like that dog who is pursuing meaningless goals.
Life is hard by the yard,
but by the inch,
it's a cinch.
--Gean Gordon
but by the inch,
it's a cinch.
--Gean Gordon
Saturday, August 20, 2011
10 things to know about Anna Hazare 'n Jan Lok Pal Bill.. !
10 things to know about Anna Hazare 'n Jan Lok Pal Bill.. !
1. Who is Anna Hazare?
An ex-army man. Fought 1965 Indo-Pak War
2. What's so special about him?
He built a village Ralegaon Siddhi in Ahamad Nagar district, Maharashtra
3. So what?
This village is a self-sustained model village. Energy is produced in the village itself from solar power, biofuel and wind mills.
In 1975, it used to be a poverty clad village. Now it is one of the richest village in India. It has become a model for self-sustained, eco-friendly & harmonic village.
4. Ok,...?
This guy, Anna Hazare was awarded Padma Bhushan and is a known figure for his social activities.
5. Really, what is he fighting for?
He is supporting a cause, the amendment of a law to curb corruption in India.
6. How that can be possible?
He is advocating for a Bil, The Jan Lokpal Bill (The Citizen Ombudsman Bill), that will form an autonomous authority who will make politicians (ministers), beurocrats (IAS/IPS) accountable for their deeds.
8. It's an entirely new thing right..?
In 1972, the bill was proposed by then Law minister Mr. Shanti Bhushan. Since then it has been neglected by the politicians and some are trying to change the bill to suit thier theft (corruption).
7. Oh.. He is going on a hunger strike for that whole thing of passing a Bill ! How can that be possible in such a short span of time?
The first thing he is asking for is: the government should come forward and announce that the bill is going to be passed.
Next, they make a joint committee to DRAFT the JAN LOKPAL BILL. 50% goverment participation and 50% public participation. Because you cant trust the government entirely for making such a bill which does not suit them.
8. Fine, What will happen when this bill is passed?
A LokPal will be appointed at the centre. He will have an autonomous charge, say like the Election Commission of India. In each and every state, Lokayukta will be appointed. The job is to bring all alleged party to trial in case of corruptions within 1 year. Within 2 years, the guilty will be punished. Not like, Bofors scam or Bhopal Gas Tragedy case, that has been going for last 25 years without any result.
9. Is he alone? Whoelse is there in the fight with Anna Hazare?
Baba Ramdev, Ex. IPS Kiran Bedi, Social Activist Swami Agnivesh, RTI activist Arvind Kejriwal and many more.
Prominent personalities like Aamir Khan is supporting his cause.
10. Ok, got it. What can I do?
At least we can spread the message. How?
Putting status message, links, video, changing profile pics.
At least we can support Anna Hazare and the cause for uprooting corruption from India.
At least we can hope that his Hunger Strike does not go in vain.
At least we can pray for his good health.
Thanks for reading.
Please Spread This msg As Much As You Can 'n Tell Others To Do The Same.. !
Thursday, March 24, 2011
ARMY KID.................
1.You were born in a Military Hospital.
2.Half your toddler years were spent being looked after by Bhaiyas.
3.You went to school either on Bhaiya's cycle or in a Shaktiman.
4.You know what a shaktiman is. ( No! it isnt the TV serial about half man and half machine starring AB lookalike). It is a vehicle which moves with a Shakti-man in front and a danda-man in the rear.
5.1 Tons, Jeeps & Jongas dont excite you - they were your regular mode of transport!
6.The only alternative to the Central School was the Army School.
7.You always called Kendriya Vidyalaya Central School. Gosh even today that sounds better!
8.Your entire family could survive in one room temporary quarters with 25 trunks, wooden crates, the dog, the bedroll and a bhaiya flitting around.
9.The smell of Brasso & shoe polish was regular staple in the house.
10.Mess was not what you created in your room, it was where you went every Friday for the free "English" movie or on Sunday for the brunch. On Sundays you also saw a Hindi movie in the unit's open air theatre where at times you saw the ending first and beginning later...
11.The "English Movie" was very often a western and you couldn't follow a word! Sometimes you just went for the samosas and the local drink made in the unit soda water factory - that they insisted was Cola.
12.At the end of the month your dad had to pay for many pink slips showing how many samosas, chips and local drinks that they insisted was Cola you had consumed. They never missed any!!!
13.You attended many May Queen Balls before you knew what Miss India was.
14.Your mother regularly got dressed, perfumed and disappeared for the Ladies Club.
15.You knew towns like Madhopur, Pathankot, Jammu, Mhow, Wellington, Deolali, Bhuj, Gopalpur, Lansdowne, Dehradun.....
16.You weren't a millionaire but hey you had Swimming, Horse Riding, Squash, Tennis and Golf!!
17.You can still take one quick look at the epaulets and figure out the rank.
18.You discussed Wednesday's Chitrahaar or 'He-Man' in the Shaktiman.
19.You can still recall the special & particular smell of the CSD canteen! A special prize for the correct concoction - mine is - it was a mix of Hamam Soap, Ponds Dreamflower Talc & Surf i think. In some corners it had overtures of Brooke Bond red Label as well.
20.Your vacations were a package deal consisting of D-forms, Nikhil Uncle Ka jonga and Army Mess ka kamra.
21.All vehicles mysteriously appeared or disappeared from a vacuum called "EMPTY"
22.When "CO UNCLE" !! was happy he took the unit out on picnic and when he was GLAD he organised a "PAGAL GYMKHANA"..and then everyone got GLAD !! When he was not happy, he kept everyone busy with meetings.
23.No one commented on the dressing sense of any body - "Olive Green trousers" and "Brown Shirt Angola"...what a combination!!!
24.Every house had a settee (which looked more like a narrow coffin!!) made out of condemned ammo cartons or wooden boxes, sarkari blankets and an old embroidered table cloth.
25. ........and then Papa retired....
#it took Mom about 5 years to get rid of the "KABAAR " that had been accumulated/ hoarded over the years to include about 30 to 40 wooden boxes all painted black, not to forget a pile of files...
#14 Brass Mementos which looked like Knights on horses, Old Cannons or some sort of imaginary work of modern art which looked more like flashes of Lightening ( the concept of which only Papa could explain after two drinks!!) ,
#Eight or Nine empty Brass Shells which bhaiya used to brasso every time we had someone visiting our house,
#Four sets of Naga Spears, Five types of Dahs, Two Khukris, One Mizo Bow and about 20 Arrows, Fishing Rods ( the hooks had been hidden by Mom long ago lest some brat managed to get them inserted into his hand or eye!!)
#Three single and double "Machchar Danis" and 32 rods/ bamboo sticks,
#Two World War II helmets, One Parachute, about Two High Alti Parkas,
#Papa's 10 pairs of shoes, One shiny green coloured Great Coat, Ten fungus eaten leather belts , Moth eaten sarkari Balaclavas,
#One High Alti Sleeping Bag, Two Mattress Kapok,
#Key chains made out of M14 Anti Personnel Mine Safety Clips,
#One Pack 08 and about four FS Packs, Web belts, One pistol Holster,
#One cowboy hat,
#Four Daggers,
#about Five walking sticks ,
#Two sarkari canes,
#One Leather Crossbelt, about five Whistles,
#Thirty KGs of Hazen Cloth in various stages of decomposition !!!! ,
#about 80 KGs of Drift wood,
#almost 400 White coloured Stones that were picked up from some godforsaken riverbed in Sikkim or J&K to be used one day for Landscaping of the Garden after retirement,
#60 to 70 Flower Pots,
#100 Meters of water pipes ( in bits and pieces),
#One unused fish aquarium ,
#50 Meters of Cable WD,
#Old Blanco Cakes,
#One Folding Camp Cot,
#One folding Camp Chair which has the nasty habit of injuring the hands of any inexperienced person trying to open it.
#Two Namdas,
#about Four to Six rusted dog leashes still attached to rotting dog collars and
#not to forget the JHOOLA that was made long ago after taking a lot of obligations of the "Work Shop Uncle".
Our kids are still proud of what they got and are aware of the sacrifices their parents made, toiling honestly and with fullest integrity. It steeled our kids to give their best and feel grateful for every additional comfort they receive. They know that ours is a culture apart which millions of Indians would want to experience and are highly envious about. Well done Army kids. You are the best and the products of the best upbringing. You make your parents proud and indeed the Army is proud of you.
2.Half your toddler years were spent being looked after by Bhaiyas.
3.You went to school either on Bhaiya's cycle or in a Shaktiman.
4.You know what a shaktiman is. ( No! it isnt the TV serial about half man and half machine starring AB lookalike). It is a vehicle which moves with a Shakti-man in front and a danda-man in the rear.
5.1 Tons, Jeeps & Jongas dont excite you - they were your regular mode of transport!
6.The only alternative to the Central School was the Army School.
7.You always called Kendriya Vidyalaya Central School. Gosh even today that sounds better!
8.Your entire family could survive in one room temporary quarters with 25 trunks, wooden crates, the dog, the bedroll and a bhaiya flitting around.
9.The smell of Brasso & shoe polish was regular staple in the house.
10.Mess was not what you created in your room, it was where you went every Friday for the free "English" movie or on Sunday for the brunch. On Sundays you also saw a Hindi movie in the unit's open air theatre where at times you saw the ending first and beginning later...
11.The "English Movie" was very often a western and you couldn't follow a word! Sometimes you just went for the samosas and the local drink made in the unit soda water factory - that they insisted was Cola.
12.At the end of the month your dad had to pay for many pink slips showing how many samosas, chips and local drinks that they insisted was Cola you had consumed. They never missed any!!!
13.You attended many May Queen Balls before you knew what Miss India was.
14.Your mother regularly got dressed, perfumed and disappeared for the Ladies Club.
15.You knew towns like Madhopur, Pathankot, Jammu, Mhow, Wellington, Deolali, Bhuj, Gopalpur, Lansdowne, Dehradun.....
16.You weren't a millionaire but hey you had Swimming, Horse Riding, Squash, Tennis and Golf!!
17.You can still take one quick look at the epaulets and figure out the rank.
18.You discussed Wednesday's Chitrahaar or 'He-Man' in the Shaktiman.
19.You can still recall the special & particular smell of the CSD canteen! A special prize for the correct concoction - mine is - it was a mix of Hamam Soap, Ponds Dreamflower Talc & Surf i think. In some corners it had overtures of Brooke Bond red Label as well.
20.Your vacations were a package deal consisting of D-forms, Nikhil Uncle Ka jonga and Army Mess ka kamra.
21.All vehicles mysteriously appeared or disappeared from a vacuum called "EMPTY"
22.When "CO UNCLE" !! was happy he took the unit out on picnic and when he was GLAD he organised a "PAGAL GYMKHANA"..and then everyone got GLAD !! When he was not happy, he kept everyone busy with meetings.
23.No one commented on the dressing sense of any body - "Olive Green trousers" and "Brown Shirt Angola"...what a combination!!!
24.Every house had a settee (which looked more like a narrow coffin!!) made out of condemned ammo cartons or wooden boxes, sarkari blankets and an old embroidered table cloth.
25. ........and then Papa retired....
#it took Mom about 5 years to get rid of the "KABAAR " that had been accumulated/ hoarded over the years to include about 30 to 40 wooden boxes all painted black, not to forget a pile of files...
#14 Brass Mementos which looked like Knights on horses, Old Cannons or some sort of imaginary work of modern art which looked more like flashes of Lightening ( the concept of which only Papa could explain after two drinks!!) ,
#Eight or Nine empty Brass Shells which bhaiya used to brasso every time we had someone visiting our house,
#Four sets of Naga Spears, Five types of Dahs, Two Khukris, One Mizo Bow and about 20 Arrows, Fishing Rods ( the hooks had been hidden by Mom long ago lest some brat managed to get them inserted into his hand or eye!!)
#Three single and double "Machchar Danis" and 32 rods/ bamboo sticks,
#Two World War II helmets, One Parachute, about Two High Alti Parkas,
#Papa's 10 pairs of shoes, One shiny green coloured Great Coat, Ten fungus eaten leather belts , Moth eaten sarkari Balaclavas,
#One High Alti Sleeping Bag, Two Mattress Kapok,
#Key chains made out of M14 Anti Personnel Mine Safety Clips,
#One Pack 08 and about four FS Packs, Web belts, One pistol Holster,
#One cowboy hat,
#Four Daggers,
#about Five walking sticks ,
#Two sarkari canes,
#One Leather Crossbelt, about five Whistles,
#Thirty KGs of Hazen Cloth in various stages of decomposition !!!! ,
#about 80 KGs of Drift wood,
#almost 400 White coloured Stones that were picked up from some godforsaken riverbed in Sikkim or J&K to be used one day for Landscaping of the Garden after retirement,
#60 to 70 Flower Pots,
#100 Meters of water pipes ( in bits and pieces),
#One unused fish aquarium ,
#50 Meters of Cable WD,
#Old Blanco Cakes,
#One Folding Camp Cot,
#One folding Camp Chair which has the nasty habit of injuring the hands of any inexperienced person trying to open it.
#Two Namdas,
#about Four to Six rusted dog leashes still attached to rotting dog collars and
#not to forget the JHOOLA that was made long ago after taking a lot of obligations of the "Work Shop Uncle".
Our kids are still proud of what they got and are aware of the sacrifices their parents made, toiling honestly and with fullest integrity. It steeled our kids to give their best and feel grateful for every additional comfort they receive. They know that ours is a culture apart which millions of Indians would want to experience and are highly envious about. Well done Army kids. You are the best and the products of the best upbringing. You make your parents proud and indeed the Army is proud of you.
Friday, June 25, 2010
An amazing Love Story
An amazing
Love Story
He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was
too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please,
let me go home.... suddenly he asked the waiter.. "would you please give me
some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee." Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but still,
he
put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously; why you have this hobby? He replied: "when I was a little boy, I was living near
the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there". While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.
That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home. Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee!
Then the story was just like every beautiful love story , the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life... And,
every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee e, as she knew that's the way he liked it.
After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said:
"My dearest,
please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt It whard for me to change so I just went ahead.I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie
to you for anything..
Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't likethe salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for
anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and
have you for my whole life,even though I have to drink the salty coffee again". Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee?
It's sweet. She replied.
Love Story
He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was
too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please,
let me go home.... suddenly he asked the waiter.. "would you please give me
some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee." Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but still,
he
put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously; why you have this hobby? He replied: "when I was a little boy, I was living near
the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there". While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.
That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home. Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee!
Then the story was just like every beautiful love story , the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life... And,
every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee e, as she knew that's the way he liked it.
After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said:
"My dearest,
please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt It whard for me to change so I just went ahead.I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie
to you for anything..
Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't likethe salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for
anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and
have you for my whole life,even though I have to drink the salty coffee again". Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee?
It's sweet. She replied.
Friday, June 4, 2010
HR practice
one day while walking down the street a highly successful
Human Resources Manager was tragically hit by a bus and she died. Her soul arrived up in heaven where she was met at the Pearly Gates by St. Peter himself.
"Welcome to Heaven," said St. Peter. "Before you get settled in though, it seems we have a problem. You see, strangely enough, we've never once had a Human Resources Manager make it this far and we're not really sure what to do with you."
"No problem, just let me in," said the woman.
"Well, I'd like to, but I have higher orders. What we're going to do is let you have a day in Hell and a day in Heaven and then you can choose whichever one you want to spend an eternity in."
"Actually, I think I've made up my mind, I prefer to stay in Heaven", said the woman
"Sorry, we have rules..."
And with that St. Peter put the executive in an elevator and it went down-down-down to hell.
The doors opened and she found herself stepping out onto the putting green of a beautiful golf course. In the distance was a country club and standing in front of her were all her friends - fellow executives that she had worked with and they were well dressed in evening gowns and cheering for her. They ran up and kissed her on both cheeks and they talked about old times. They played an excellent round of golf and at night went to the country club where she enjoyed an excellent steak and lobster dinner.
She met the Devil who was actually a really nice guy (kind
of cute) and she had a great time telling jokes and dancing. She was having such a good time that before she knew it, it was time to leave. Everybody shook her hand and waved goodbye as she got on the elevator.
The elevator went up-up-up and opened back up at the Pearly Gates and found St. Peter waiting for her.
"Now it's time to spend a day in heaven," he said. So she spent the next 24 hours lounging around on clouds and playing the harp and singing. She had great time and before she knew it her 24 hours were up and St. Peter came and got her.
"So, you've spent a day in hell and you've spent a day in heaven. Now you must choose your eternity,"
The woman paused for a second and then replied, "Well, I never thought I'd say this, I mean, Heaven has been really great and all, but I think I had a better time in Hell."
So St. Peter escorted her to the elevator and again she went down-down-down back to Hell.
When the doors of the elevator opened she found herself standing in a desolate wasteland covered in garbage and filth. She saw her friends were dressed in rags and were picking up the garbage and putting it in sacks.
The Devil came up to her and put his arm around her.
"I don't understand," stammered the woman, "yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and a country club and we ate lobster and we danced and had a great time. Now all there is a wasteland of garbage and all my friends look miserable."
The Devil looked at her smiled and told...
...
...
....
....
....
.....
....
"Yesterday we were recruiting you, today you're an Employee"
Human Resources Manager was tragically hit by a bus and she died. Her soul arrived up in heaven where she was met at the Pearly Gates by St. Peter himself.
"Welcome to Heaven," said St. Peter. "Before you get settled in though, it seems we have a problem. You see, strangely enough, we've never once had a Human Resources Manager make it this far and we're not really sure what to do with you."
"No problem, just let me in," said the woman.
"Well, I'd like to, but I have higher orders. What we're going to do is let you have a day in Hell and a day in Heaven and then you can choose whichever one you want to spend an eternity in."
"Actually, I think I've made up my mind, I prefer to stay in Heaven", said the woman
"Sorry, we have rules..."
And with that St. Peter put the executive in an elevator and it went down-down-down to hell.
The doors opened and she found herself stepping out onto the putting green of a beautiful golf course. In the distance was a country club and standing in front of her were all her friends - fellow executives that she had worked with and they were well dressed in evening gowns and cheering for her. They ran up and kissed her on both cheeks and they talked about old times. They played an excellent round of golf and at night went to the country club where she enjoyed an excellent steak and lobster dinner.
She met the Devil who was actually a really nice guy (kind
of cute) and she had a great time telling jokes and dancing. She was having such a good time that before she knew it, it was time to leave. Everybody shook her hand and waved goodbye as she got on the elevator.
The elevator went up-up-up and opened back up at the Pearly Gates and found St. Peter waiting for her.
"Now it's time to spend a day in heaven," he said. So she spent the next 24 hours lounging around on clouds and playing the harp and singing. She had great time and before she knew it her 24 hours were up and St. Peter came and got her.
"So, you've spent a day in hell and you've spent a day in heaven. Now you must choose your eternity,"
The woman paused for a second and then replied, "Well, I never thought I'd say this, I mean, Heaven has been really great and all, but I think I had a better time in Hell."
So St. Peter escorted her to the elevator and again she went down-down-down back to Hell.
When the doors of the elevator opened she found herself standing in a desolate wasteland covered in garbage and filth. She saw her friends were dressed in rags and were picking up the garbage and putting it in sacks.
The Devil came up to her and put his arm around her.
"I don't understand," stammered the woman, "yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and a country club and we ate lobster and we danced and had a great time. Now all there is a wasteland of garbage and all my friends look miserable."
The Devil looked at her smiled and told...
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...
....
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....
.....
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"Yesterday we were recruiting you, today you're an Employee"
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