Joke Of The Day

A man walks past a beggar every day and gives him Rs.10 and that Continues for a year. Then suddenly the daily donation changes to Rs. 7, 50.

"Well," the beggar thinks, " it’s still better than nothing."

A year passes in this way until the man’s daily donation suddenly becomes Rs. 5.

"What’s going on now?" the beggar asks his donor. " First you give me Rs. 10 every day, then Rs. 7,50 and now only Rs. 5. What’s the problem?"

" Well," the man says, " last year my eldest son went to university. It’s very expensive, so I had to cut costs. This year my eldest daughter also went to university, so I had to cut my expenses even further ."


"And how many children do you have?" the beggar asks.

"Four," the man replies.

"Well," says the beggar, " I hope you don’t plan to educate them all at my expense".

Pay Attention

1st year students of M.B.B.S. were attending their 1st anatomy class.
They all gathered around the surgery table with a real dead dog.
The Professor started class by telling two important qualities as a Doctor.
The 1st is that NEVER BE DISGUSTED FOR ANYTHING ABOUT BODY,
e.g. He inserted his finger in dog's mouth & on drawing back tasted it in his own mouth.

Then he said them to do the same.
The students hesitated for several minutes.
But eventually everyone inserted their fingers in dog's mouth & then tasted it.

When everyone finished, the Professor looked at them and said:
The most important 2nd quality is OBSERVATION, I inserted my Middle finger but tasted the Index finger.
Now learn to pay attention.

Moral of the story : Life is tough but it’s a lot tougher when you are not paying attention.

Puneri Patya - 7

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IPL - Pune Team Jersey

IPL's third season has just started and is already attracting record eye-balls as well as record advertisers. IPL is now considered as the best platform to advertise and promote their brand to the masses not only across India but across the world. IPL commissioner-Lalit Modi's mission to make IPL an global event like football leagues is already on its way to success. 

Recently, IPL decided to include two more teams for the next years season. Pune and Kota won the bids to have their teams in the IPL. Pune team was targeted by many business tycoons, mostly due to the young and dynamic population in the city. In the end, Sahara group succeeded to grab-up the Pune team. 

One of the creative brain has visualized how the jersey of the Pune team would be, regarding the culture of the city. Here is the creative design. Enjoy!!!

Poetry - When Tomorrow Starts Without Me

When Tomorrow Starts Without Me

When tomorrow starts without me, and I’m not there to see,

If the sun should rise and find your eyes,

All filled with tears for me,

I wish so much you wouldn’t cry, the way you did today,

While thinking of the many things we didn’t get to say.

I know how much you love me, as much as I love you,

And each time that you think of me,

I know you’ll miss me too.

But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand,

That an angel came and called my name and

Took me by the hand.

And said my place was ready in Heaven far above,

And that I’d have to leave behind, all those

Things I dearly love.

But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye,

For all my life, I’d always thought, I didn’t want to die.

I had so much to live for, so much yet to do,

It seemed almost impossible, that I was leaving you.

I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad,

I thought of all the love we shared, and all the fun we had.

If I could relive yesterday, just even for a while,

I’d say goodbye and kiss you, and maybe

See you smile.

But then I fully realized, that could never be,

For emptiness and memories, would take

The place of me.

And when I thought of worldly things, I might

Miss come tomorrow,

I thought of you, and when I did, my heart was

Filled with sorrow.

But when I walked through Heaven’s gates,

I felt so much at home.

When God looked down and smiled at me,

From his great golden throne.

He said, “This is eternity, and all I’ve

Promised you.

Today your life on Earth is past, and

Here it starts anew”.

“I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last,

And since each day’s the same day, there’s

No longing for the past”.

“But you have been so faithful, so trusting and so true,

Though there were times you did some things,

You know you shouldn’t do”.

“But you have been forgiven, and now at

Last you’re free,

So won’t you take my hand now and share

My life with Me”.

So when tomorrow starts without me, don’t

Think we’re far apart,

For every time you think of me, I’m right here

In your heart.

Story - THE FOUR FRIENDS AND THE HUNTER

THE FOUR FRIENDS AND THE HUNTER

Long, long ago, there lived three friends in a jungle. They were-a deer, a crow and a mouse. They used to share their meals together.

One day, a turtle came to them and said,  "I also want to join your company and become your friend. I'm all alone."

"You're most welcome," said the crow. "But what about your personal safety. There are many hunters around. They visit this jungle regularly. Suppose, a hunter comes, how will you save yourself?"

"That is the reason why I want to join your group," said the turtle

No sooner had they talked about it than a hunter appeared on the scene. Seeing the hunter, the deer darted away; the crow flew in the sky and the mouse ran into a hole. The turtle tried to crawl away fast, but he was caught by the hunter. The hunter tied him up in the net. He was sad to lose the deer. But he thought, it was better to feast on the turtle rather than to go hungry.

The turtle's three friends became much worried to see their friend trapped by the hunter. They sat together to think of some plan to free their friend from the hunter's snare.

The crow then flew high up in the sky and spotted the hunter walking along the river bank. As per the plan the deer ran ahead of the hunter unnoticed and lay on the hunter's path as if dead.

The hunter saw the deer from a distance, lying on the ground. He was very happy to have found it again. "Now I'll have a good feast on it and sell its beautiful skin in the market," thought the hunter to himself. He put down the turtle on to the ground and ran to pick up the deer.

In the meantime, as planned, the rat gnawed through the net and freed the turtle. The turtle hurriedly crawled away into the river water.

Unaware of the plot of these friends, the hunter went to fetch the dear for its tasty flesh and beautiful skin. But, what he saw with his mouth agape was that, when he reached near, the deer suddenly sprang up to its feet and darted away in the jungle. Before he could understand anything, the deer had disappeared.

Dejected, the hunter turned back to collect the turtle he had left behind on the ground in the snare. But he was shocked to see the snare lying nibbled at and the turtle missing. For a moment, the hunter thought that he was dreaming. But the damaged snare lying on the ground was proof enough to confirm that he was very much awake and he was compelled to believe that some miracle had taken place.

The hunter got frightened on account of these happenings and ran out of the jungle.

The four friends once again started living happily.

Moral :A friend in need is a friend indeed

The Invisible Man

The Invisible Man 

This guy paints himself, no kidding, no trick photography he just paints himself...

Last snap is simply brilliant.....Couldn't spot him at all

If you can not spot him in last snap, click on the snap to enlarge it and look at the front tire carefully.

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Poem - Crabby Old Man - The Truth of Life

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in North Platte , Nebraska , it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.

Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Missouri ..

The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet.

Crabby Old Man

What do you see nurses? . . .. .. . What do you see?

What are you thinking . . . . . when you’re looking at me?

A crabby old man . . . . . not very wise,

Uncertain of habit . . . . . with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food . . . . . and makes no reply.

When you say in a loud voice . . . . . ‘I do wish you’d try!’

Who seems not to notice . . . . . the things that you do.

And forever is losing . . . . . A sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not . . . . . lets you do as you will,

With bathing and feeding . . . . . The long day to fill?

Is that what you’re thinking? . . . . . Is that what you see?

Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . you’re not looking at me.

I’ll tell you who I am. . . . . . As I sit here so still,

As I do at your bidding, . . . . . as I eat at your will.

I’m a small child of Ten . . . . . with a father and mother,

Brothers and sisters . . . . . who love one another.

A young boy of Sixteen . . . . with wings on his feet.

Dreaming that soon now . . . . . a lover he’ll meet.

A groom soon at Twenty . . . . . my heart gives a leap.

Remembering, the vows . . . . . that I promised to keep.

At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . I have young of my own.

Who need me to guide . . . . . And a secure happy home.

A man of Thirty . . . . . My young now grown fast,

Bound to each other . . . . . With ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons . . .. . . have grown and are gone,

But my woman’s beside me . . . . . to see I don’t mourn.

At Fifty, once more, babies play ’round my knee,

Again, we know children . . . . . My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me . . . . . my wife is now dead.

I look at the future . . . . . shudder with dread.

For my young are all rearing . . . . . young of their own.

And I think of the years . . . . . and the love that I’ve known.

I’m now an old man . . . . . and nature is cruel.

Tis jest to make old age . . . . . look like a fool.

The body, it crumbles . . . . . grace and vigor, depart.

There is now a stone . . . . where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass . . . . . a young guy still dwells,

And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells.

I remember the joys . . . . . I remember the pain.

And I’m loving and living . . . . . life over again.

I think of the years, all too few . . . . . gone too fast.

And accept the stark fact . . . . that nothing can last.

So open your eyes, people . . . . . open and see.

Not a crabby old man .. . . Look closer . . . see ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within.


We will all, one day, be there, too!

Do Not Laugh

A man walks past a beggar every day and gives him Rs. 10 and that Continues for a year. Then suddenly the daily donation changes to Rs. 7.50.

"Well," the beggar thinks," it’s still better than nothing."

A year passes in this way until the man’s daily donation suddenly becomes Rs. 5.

"What’s going on now?" the beggar asks his donor. "First you give me Rs. 10 every day, then Rs. 7.50 and now only Rs. 5. What’s the problem?"

"Well," the man says,"last year my eldest son went to university. It’s very expensive, so I had to cut costs. This year my eldest daughter also went to university, so I had to cut my expenses even further."

"And how many children do you have?" the beggar asks.

"Four," the man replies.

"Well," says the beggar,"I hope you don’t plan to educate them all at my expense".

Do Not Laugh

He had just lost his job

Peter was telling a friend that he had just lost his job. “Why did the foreman fire you?” the friend asked in surprise.
“Oh,” Peter said, “you know how foreman are. They stand around with their hands in their pockets watching everybody else work.”
“We all know that,” replied his friend. “But why did he let you go?”
“Jealousy,” answered Pete. “All the other workers thought I was the foreman.”

Poetry - BE THE BEST OF WHATEVER YOU ARE

Be The Best of Whatever You Are

Poet:Douglas Malloch

If you can't be a pine on top of the hill

Be a scrub in the valley - but be

The best little scrub at the side of the rill.

Be a bush if you can't be a tree.

If you can't be a bush be a bit of grass

Some highway to happier make.

If you can't be a muskie then just be a bass,

But the liveliest bass in the lake.

We can't all be captains, we've got to have crew,

There's something for all of us here.

There's big work to do and there's lesser work too

And the task we must do is near.

If you can't be a highway, then just be a trail.

If you can't be the sun be a star.

It isn't by size that you win or you fail.

Be the best of whatever you are.

10 facts

Here are ten facts:

1. You’re reading my blog post



2. Now you’re saying/thinking that’s a stupid fact.



4. You didn’t notice that i skipped 3.



5. You’re checking it now.



6. You’re smiling.



7. You’re still reading my blog post.



8. You know all you have read is true.



10. You didn’t notice that i skipped 9.



11. You’re checking it now.



12. You didn’t notice there are only 10 facts

Time spares No-one. Not even LOVE.

Really, time spares no-one. LOVE also changes by time. Here are some instances of LOVE dis-integrating with time.


The Love Word:
After 6 weeks: I looo-ve you, I love you, I love you!
After 6 months: Of course, I love you.
After 6 years: GOD, if I didn’t love you, then why did I marry you?
Back from Work:
After 6 weeks: Honey, I’m home!
After 6 months: I’m BACK!!
After 6 years: Have you cooked yet?
Phone Ringing:
After 6 weeks: Baby, somebody wants you on the phone.
After 6 months: Here, it’s for you.
After 6 years: ANSWER THE PHONE DAM*T!!
Cooking:
After 6 weeks: I never knew food could taste so good!
After 6 months: What are we having for dinner tonight?
After 6 years: DUMPLING AGAIN??
New Dress:
After 6 weeks: Wow, you look like an angel in that dress.
After 6 months: You bought a new dress again?
After 6 years: How much did THAT cost me?
TV:
After 6 weeks: Baby, what would you like us to watch tonight?
After 6 months: I like this movie.
After 6 years: I’m going to watch PIRATES play, if you’re not in the mood, go to bed, I can stay up by myself!
Making Love:
After 6 weeks: Baby, I want you tonight?
After 6 months: Lets make another baby, my mother just called!!!
After 6 years: Please MOVE over to your side, I’m suffocating here!!!!

What goes around comes around

One day a man saw a old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn’t look safe; he looked poor and hungry.

He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you. He said, ‘I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why don’t you wait in the car where it’s warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.’ Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn’t thank him enough for coming to her aid.

Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.

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He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, ‘And think of me.’ He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn’t erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan ..

After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin. 

There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: ‘You don’t owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I’m helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.’

Under the napkin were four more $100 bills. Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written.. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard….She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, ‘Everything’s going to be all right.. I love you, Bryan Anderson.’

Morale : There is an old saying ‘What goes around comes around.’ So, lets spread only good things around.

Do Not Laugh

Boss to Sales Executive: Get 5 lacs business by today evening anyhow.
Sales Executive: That's Impossible Sir!
Boss: What Impossible? Impossible word itself says I'm possible.


In Evening...,
Executive: Boss, I got 10 lacs business.
Boss: Great! How come this miracle happened?
Executive: I cheated the client.
Boss: That's Immoral.
Executive: What Immoral? Immoral word itself says I'm moral.

Poetry - PROMISE YOURSELF

PROMISE YOURSELF

Promise yourself to be so strong that nothing can

Disturb your peace of mind.

To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to

Every person you meet.

To make all your friends feel like there is

Something in them.

To look at the sunny side of everything and make your

Optimism come true.

To think only of the best, to work only for the best,

And expect only the best.

To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others

As you are about your own.

To forget the mistakes of the past and press on the

Greater achievements of the future.

To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give

Every living person you meet a smile.

To give so much time to the improvement of yourself

That you have no time to criticize others.

To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, and too

Strong for fear, and to happy to permit the

Presence of trouble. 

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Mr. Narayan Murthy – What we must learn from the West

We need to incorporate certain Western maxims into our value system, argues one of India’s most successful businessmen.

The role of Western values in contemporary Indian society is a subject on which I have pondered for years. I come from a company that is built on strong values. Further, various stakeholders of our company, including employees, investors, customers and vendor-partners come from across the globe. In this context, over the years, there are several aspects of the Western value system that I have come to appreciate. Moreover, an organization is representative of society, and some of the lessons that I have learnt from the West regarding values are, I think, applicable to us as a nation. Here are some of them:

Respect for the public good: Indian culture has deep-rooted family values – parents make enormous sacrifices for their children; children consider it their duty to take care of aged parents; and marriage is held to be a sacred union with husband and wife bonded for life. Unfortunately, our attitude towards the community is very different from our attitude towards the family.

Although we keep our homes spotless, when we go out we do not think twice before littering. On the other hand, parks in the West are generally free of litter and streets are clean.

We are also apathetic about community matters. We see serious problems around us but behave as if they are someone else’s responsibility. For instance, all of us are aware of the problem of drought in India. More than 40 years ago, irrigation expert Dr. K. L. Rao suggested solving this problem by creating a water grid connecting the rivers in North and South India. However, nothing has been done about this.

The story of power shortage in Bangalore is another example. In 1983, it was decided to build a thermal power plant to meet Bangalore’s power requirements. Unfortunately, we have still not started it. Five years ago, because of the constant foreign travel required in the software industry, I suggested a 240-page passport to the government so that frequent visits to the passport office are avoided. I have yet to get a reply from the Ministry of External Affairs regarding this.

Could the reason for all this be that we were ruled by foreigners for over a thousand years and came to believe that solving public problems was the responsibility of a foreign ruler, not ours? Even our decision-makers look to somebody else to take decisions.

In the West, individuals understand that they have to be responsible to their community. They care for their society and they sacrifice for it. Further, they solve societal problems proactively. This is where we need to learn from the West. Successful societies are those that harmoniously combine loyalty to family and loyalty to community.

Acknowledging the accomplishments of others: In my extensive travels, I have not come across another society where people are as contemptuous of better societies as we are, with as little progress as we have achieved. This attitude, incidentally, is nothing new – Al Barouni, the noted Arabic logician and traveler of the 10th century, who spent about 30 years in India, referred to it. According to him, most Indian pundits considered it below their dignity even to debate with him. In fact, on the few occasions when a pundit was willing to listen to Barouni, and found his arguments to be sound, the pundit invariably asked the Arab philosopher which Indian had taught him!

If we want to progress, we must listen to and learn from people who have performed better than us.

Accountability: Another attribute we must learn from the West is accountability. There, you are held responsible for what you do irrespective of your position. However, in India, the more ‘important’ you are, the less answerable you become. For instance, a senior politician once declared that he ‘forgot’ to file his tax returns for 10 consecutive years – and got away with it. Although there are over 100 loss-making public sector units belonging to the central government, I have not seen action taken for bad performance against top managers in these organizations.

Dignity of labor: Whereas this is an integral part of Western value system, in India, we revere only supposedly intellectual work. For instance, I have seen many engineers, fresh from college, who only want to do cutting-edge work and not work that is of relevance to business and the country. For anything to be run successfully, everyone – from the CEO to the person who serves tea – must discharge his or her duties in a responsible manner. We, therefore, need a mindset that reveres everyone who puts in honest work, no matter what it is.

Professionalism: In the West, people do not let personal relations interfere with their professional dealings. They do not hesitate to chastise a colleague for incompetence, even if he is a friend. In India, we tend to view even work interactions from a personal perspective. We are also the most thin-skinned society in the world – we see insults where none is meant.

We extend this lack of professionalism to our sense of punctuality. We do not respect the other person’s time. Indian Standard Time always runs late, and deadlines are typically not met.

Intellectual independence: From the time their children are very young, Western parents teach them to think for themselves. Hence, these children grow up to be strong, confident adults. However, in India, we suffer from feudal thinking. I have seen bright people who prefer to be told what to do by their bosses. We need to overcome this attitude if we are to succeed globally.

Honoring contracts: The Western value system teaches respect for contractual obligations. In India, we consider our marriage vows as sacred. However, we do not extend this to the public domain. For instance, I had recommended several students for national scholarships for higher studies in US universities. Most of them did not return to India even though contractually they were obliged to spend five years here after getting their degree. Moreover, according to a professor at a reputed US university, the highest default rate for student loans is among Indians, even though they land lucrative jobs after graduating. In fact, their behavior has made it difficult for other Indian students to get loans. We have to change this attitude.

We are all aware of our rights as citizens. However, we often fail to acknowledge the duty that accompanies every right. We should keep in mind what former US president Dwight Eisenhower said: “A people that values its privileges above its principles soon loses both.” So let us work towards a society where “we would do unto others what we would have them do unto us” and make our country great.

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This speech was delivered by Mr. Murthy, when he received the Lal Bahadur Shastri National Award for Excellence in Public Administration and Management Sciences for the year 2001 from the Lal Bahadur Shastri Institute of Management, New Delhi.

Poetry - SUCCESS

SUCCESS

Success is speaking words of praise,

In cheering other people's ways.

In doing just the best you can,

With every task and every plan.

It's silence when your speech would hurt,

Politeness when your neighbor's curt.

It's deafness when the scandal flows,

And sympathy with others' woes.

It's loyalty when duty calls,

It's courage when disaster falls.

It's patience when the hours are long,

It's found in laughter and in song.

It's in the silent time of prayer,

In happiness and in despair.

In all of life and nothing less,

We find the thing we call success.

May God Make you more successful.

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