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Thursday, September 23rd, 2010 | Author:

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Subject: Quote of the day

48 messages in this chain mail

Palash Das : 	Tue, Sep 21, 2010 at 10:40 PM
To: More Fun; Content Team;Tech Team; All

The good salesman combines the tenacity of a bulldog with the manners of a spaniel. If you have any charm, ooze it.
David Ogilvy

Anshul Mendhiratta: 	Tue, Sep 21, 2010 at 10:56 PM

Good one…

If you have the charm, ooze it.
And if you have the drink, booze it.

Ankit Chadha: Tue, Sep 21, 2010 at 10:58 PM

If you have control, lose it.

Mayank Saxena: Tue, Sep 21, 2010 at 11:03 PM

If you have a bulb, fuse it

Harish Agrawal: Tue, Sep 21, 2010 at 11:03 PM

You might be an idiot, snooze it.

Palash Das: Tue, Sep 21, 2010 at 11:05 PM

bulb?? oh no my idea , Cant loose it

Vikram C: Wed, Sep 22, 2010 at 10:58 AM

If you have a door, close it…

Ankit Chadha: Wed, Sep 22, 2010 at 12:04 PM

If you have an option, choose it.

Priya Nigam: Wed, Sep 22, 2010 at 12:09 PM

If you see CWG ka OC, noose it

Priya Nigam: 	Wed, Sep 22, 2010 at 12:11 PM

Pants too tight? Loose it (ok that’s not grammatically correct, but poetic license naam ki bhi koi cheez hoti hai)

Praveen Kumar: Wed, Sep 22, 2010 at 12:25 PM

If you have power, use it……..

Praveen Kumar: Wed, Sep 22, 2010 at 12:37 PM

If you don’t have girl friend or boy friend, KHOSE it.

Ambrish Kumar Singh: 	Wed, Sep 22, 2010 at 12:48 PM

If you have time , utilize it..

Palash Das: 	Wed, Sep 22, 2010 at 12:50 PM

way too many options, can’t choose it!

Anshul Mendhiratta: 	Wed, Sep 22, 2010 at 1:14 PM

If you have a fight, Truce it.

Palash Das: 	Wed, Sep 22, 2010 at 1:18 PM

the crux of the MESSAGE – dont dilute it

Priya Nigam : 	Wed, Sep 22, 2010 at 11:31 PM

If you have an orange, juice it.

Ankit Chadha: 	Wed, Sep 22, 2010 at 11:43 PM

If you have a Tom, cruise it.

Mayank Saxena: 	Wed, Sep 22, 2010 at 11:46 PM

If you have a bomb, bruise it….

Palash Das: 	Wed, Sep 22, 2010 at 11:46 PM

I’me running out of words, can’t choose it

Ankit Chadha: 	Wed, Sep 22, 2010 at 11:47 PM

If you have a Lay’s, shoes it.

Anshul Mendhiratta: 	Wed, Sep 22, 2010 at 11:49 PM

If you have a match, don’t lose it.

and If the match doesn’t match you, loose it.

Anshul Mendhiratta: 	Wed, Sep 22, 2010 at 11:53 PM

If the angle if acute, obtuse it.

Palash Das: 	Wed, Sep 22, 2010 at 11:51 PM

Match, the Match or a Match, don’t confuse it

Vikram C: 	Thu, Sep 23, 2010 at 12:00 AM

if you have a laptop computer and no work… please close it…

Mayank Saxena: 	Thu, Sep 23, 2010 at 12:03 AM

my neighbors mobile rings at 6 am, can i snooze it.

Palash Das: 	Wed, Sep 22, 2010 at 11:55 PM

now ime gonna loose it

Vikram C : 	Thu, Sep 23, 2010 at 12:07 AM

ship has not arrived as yet 🙁 , please cruise it..

Rizwan Khan: 	Thu, Sep 23, 2010 at 12:08 AM

Our Country is in trouble, Help it!

Anshul Mendhiratta: 	Thu, Sep 23, 2010 at 12:10 AM

CSK won the match, into the semis , enjoy it.

Priya Nigam: 	Thu, Sep 23, 2010 at 12:26 AM

Arre, this is India, excuse it!

Vikram C: 	Thu, Sep 23, 2010 at 12:29 AM

if you have written a good java code, reuse it…

Priya Nigam: 	Thu, Sep 23, 2010 at 12:33 AM

English is a good language, dont abuse it

What brought about that was…

Loose = to loosen something (dheela karna)

Lose = when something gets lost (kho jana)

Avi Kapoor: 	Thu, Sep 23, 2010 at 12:35 AM

Got a new mobile, dont know how 2 use it!!!!!!!!!!!

Ankit Chadha: 	Thu, Sep 23, 2010 at 12:36 AM

if you have a mon, goose it!

Mayank Saxena: 	Thu, Sep 23, 2010 at 12:37 AM

If Rakhi Savant gets a Avi’s mobile, she will misuse it…

Vikram C: 	Thu, Sep 23, 2010 at 12:40 AM

Avi if you are still struggling with the phone, disuse it…

Anshul Mendhiratta: 	Thu, Sep 23, 2010 at 12:41 AM

@Avi If you aren’t happy with the phone, donate! I will use it.

Avi Kapoor : 	Thu, Sep 23, 2010 at 12:44 AM

It wud be better to go thru the guide “How to use it”

Anshul Mendhiratta: 	Thu, Sep 23, 2010 at 12:48 AM

Too many options ?? reduce it.

having problems ? deduce it.

Anshul Mendhiratta: 	Thu, Sep 23, 2010 at 12:50 AM

Let’s concentrate on what Ogilvy said and use it.

Now going to sleep, Goods Nights.. !!

Ambrish Kumar Singh: 	Thu, Sep 23, 2010 at 12:52 AM

Where to go for Team Outing ? Finalize it..

Anshul Mendhiratta: 	Thu, Sep 23, 2010 at 1:13 AM

Why have rusty brains, lets footloose it.

Anshuj Shrivastava: 	Thu, Sep 23, 2010 at 1:18 AM

I wish i have a remote control to pause it.

Harish Agrawal: 	Thu, Sep 23, 2010 at 7:11 AM

Can someone compile all the quotes and put it on Veranda, let’s use it

Vikram C: Thu, Sep 23, 2010 at 9:43 AM

please find a row document of this mail as attachment…

if you can write a blog, produce it…

Kuntal Shukla: Sep 23, 2010 at 12:47 PM

Formatted and uploaded, Please read it! 🙂

P.S: Further replies can be continued through comments to this post 😉


Thanks

Wednesday, September 01st, 2010 | Author:

Do you have eleven thousand rupees? Yes, that’s all it takes to get married to the Bollywood diva, Kareena Kapoor. This, and much more, is being revealed by Delhiites, who have turned into detectives for RJ Nitin of Red FM.

One of the most popular radio jockeys, Nitin is on a roll, digging up some of the darkest secrets of the city through his listeners. People from different parts of Delhi call him while he is on air to report incidents they have encountered. These include exposing the fraudulent babas with posters promising their ability to get you married to actresses for Rs. 11,500. Be it the sale of tobacco to children or chaiwallahs adding addictive substances to the tea sold at roadside stalls, Nitin’s jasoosi has captivated Delhi.

With all the action happening live, Nitin has found many enthu-cutlets in the junta – all set to be actively involved in detecting crimes as serious as stealing of cars. So, he isn’t the nit-wit we thought he was when he was known as Khurafati Nitin. He actually turned out to be quite a witty Nit(in).

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Friday, May 21st, 2010 | Author:

Hurting religious sentiments is certainly is an unpardonable act especially when it comes to poisoning young children’s minds. So, here is that all started. After airing the 200th episode of Comedy central’s South Park, a warning was posted on an Islamic website telling Tery Parker and Matt Stone(Show Creators) to stop their portrayals of the Prophet Mohammad (where Mohammed appeared in a bear guise) or they would face some serious consequences down the line.

Therefore in 201st episode ,there were useless beeps throughout the episode. Whenever a character referred to Muhammad he got bleeped out. It is believed that it was Comedy Central’s way of showing how ridiculous this whole thing is.

It is believed that “EVERYBODY DRAW MOHAMMAD DAY” is the public reaction against radical Islamists who warned the show creators of death consequences.

A drawing from FB event page
A drawing from FB event page

The Muslims around the world got outraged by the move and therefore demanded a ban on the event fueled by the popular networking site facebook. It is alleged by the by and large Muslims populace that FB had reservations against the minority. They have reasons for it, the anti-holocaust page was removed within 20 minutes of reporting whereas the anti-Muhammad event page still persisted and moreover garnered popularity by leaps and bounds.  Not to forget that the David Headley is an accomplice, who had rock solid plans to eliminate the Danish cartoonist.

These chain of events have eventually led to banning/restricting modes of communication which in Pakistan is anyway limited. The world’s most popular sites i.e Twitter, FB and YouTube all are now under Pakistani government’s scanner.

We all know position ,the Prophet Mohammad acquires in Islam . Sketches, paintings or any other visual of Prophet Mohammad are considered to be act of blasphemy by Muslims. First, someone makes an offensive program and when the Muslims around the world protest against it then such kind of “event” is promoted on FB to take revenge. What if the same thing would have happened to your religion? There were had PILs filed , when Cricketer harbhajan singh and actress mona singh danced in a reality show by playing the character of Ravan & Sita respectively. Many Hindu groups protested against M.F Husain over nude paintings of Hindu Deities and mother India. No one has got the right to hurt any religious sentiments under the “Right of speech & Expression”.

 

Ayush is a student of Amity and pursuing his summer internship with Veda Informatics

Monday, May 17th, 2010 | Author:

Just few days back I came across this wonderful story from Mahabharata; this story was told by Bhishma to Yudhishtira. This story is an example of amazing loyalty and compassion which we find missing in today’s world. I was not able to find anything to write for blogging contest this time but when I read this story I thought of sharing this with everyone in Veda Family. Here the story goes….

Long time ago in a forest near Kasi (known as Varanasi now) lived a giant tree.  Its branches were spread for miles around. This gaint tree gave shelter to many birds and animals like monkeys, squirrels etc. All types of birds had nests on this tree. Even snakes and lizards crawled beneath the tree seeking shade in hot days. All these living creatures were secure and happy under this tree. One day a hunter launched a poisoned arrow into trunk of tree while chasing its prey. Due to the harmful effects of the poison the leaves started falling from the tree and the branches started to tremor. All the inhabitants of the tree started running away from tree after they recognized the trouble. There was just one parrot who refused to leave the tree- its shelter in such condition. Everyone tried to persuade him to leave for his well being but he was just not ready to leave his home.

God was amazed by such conduct; he was surprised that how such a small creature can have such traits when humans don’t have it. He appeared in front of bird in guise of a priest and advised it to leave the tree.  He asked the bird that there are many other trees in the forest that are laden with green leaves and fruits then why you don’t want to leave this tree and go to one of them. The bird replied:  This is the place where I was born, here in this tree I gained all the good traits of my character and here I took shelter from all my enemies and natural hazards. Should I now abandon the one who has always been my support?  The Vedas themselves teach –Matr Devo Bhav, Pitr Devo Bhav, guru devo bhav (means honor your mother, father and guru like God). This tree has been all to me. Should I abandon it now?  Pleased by the bird’s conduct God revealed his identity and offered the parrot a wish. The parrot pleaded the God to save the tree; God saved the tree by showering nectar on it. The tree was saved just because of a small bird because that bird had sense of gratitude towards its benefactor.

This story teaches us to always be loyal to those who have offered shelter to us and who has been our support in bad times. We should never forget the people who have been compassionate towards us. If we are unable to see God in one who has been our help then we can-not see God anywhere. Whatever virtues, qualities we may have but without loyalty and compassion they are worthless. Being ungrateful is the worst thing that one can ever do.

The prime cause behind sharing this story with all of you is Veda. Through this story I wanted to give a message that I would have not been able to give otherwise.  By the God’s grace Veda is in no such state, instead we have started our journey towards a bigger goal and we all know that the path to that goal is not going to be a piece of cake. There will be ups and downs for sure. What I expect from all of us to have loyalty and compassion that a little bird had shown towards the tree. Veda has always been shelter to fresh talent and welcomed it with open arms. Most of the people who are currently part of Veda family; had joined here as a fresher. When the world was not ready to accept us and give a chance to our talent, Veda did. We have gained all our knowledge and experience from this place and now is the time to hold our hands together and support our own nest. Whatever we are today worth of that’s all because of this wonderful company and now it’s our chance to give something back to it by supporting it up with our knowledge, experience and hard work.  I believe that all of us feel the same but still I wanted to say this to everyone at Veda. I have full faith that we will fare through this very well and will become a much more successful company tomorrow. Today we are proud of this company which is an integral part of our lives and tomorrow also when we will look back I am sure we will be prouder.

The greater the loyalty of a group towards the group, the greater is the motivation among the members to achieve the goals of the group, and the greater the probability that the group will achieve its goals.”

Monday, March 29th, 2010 | Author:

We have been noticing a rapid rise in the graph of literacy rate, but it is a fact that corruption, terrorism and crimes have also increased with the same rate or probably higher. It is generally believed that an educated man has more intellectual power and he is ethically better than a layman. But then isn’t it strange that a place having a large number of literate people has equal number of evils too. Yes this is where our modern education fails. Our modern education system has produced a vast population able to read but unable to distinguish what is worth reading.

If we don’t know the value and ethics of life then what’s the use of collecting degrees. You will be surprised to know that most of the criminals, chain-snatchers etc. are highly educated. Another example which i would like to tell you is an incident where four B.tech graduates took away the life of that woman who gave them life and the reason was a mere superstition. They believed that some wicked power was inside their mother’s body. How deplorable it is! Despite having good qualification, they were not literate enough to distinguish between right and wrong. It is definitely the fault of our modern education system that we only get bookish knowledge. As a formality, value education, environmental studies etc. are being included in our syllabus but we all know neither the teachers nor the students take interest in these subjects.

All these statements are sufficient enough to put a big question mark on our modern education and by the way, we are debating this topic itself shows that education is lacking its value in some or the other way. In the end, I just want to repeat the words of Adam Cooper, “You don’t need any highbrows traditions or money to really learn, you just need people with the desire to better themselves.

Wednesday, March 03rd, 2010 | Author:

” I dont know why I love her like I do
All the changes you put me through
Take my money, my cigarettes
I havent seen the worst of it yet
I wanna know that youll tell me
I love to stay” *

Kickstart lungs is the name of the condition you develop when a single hunk of two stroke machinery wont start. Life comes telescoping down the funnel spigot of fate’s drain and you are more than overwhelmed by the end. Buried, snowed under the absence of further possibilities. If it happens to you in a delhi summer, you get wet with sweat and your breath imitates a pair of leaky cloth bellows. Malviya nagar girls, mostly fair – the ones with heels on their chappals are distinctly uncool while the ones in flat chappals are mod. Things you can’t notice then but remember later.

Beer cans in my bag, the girl at the end of the road waiting. Market boys offer to push while making suggestions that i slug a beer there itself to replenish loss of body fluids – dosent get too far. Call the Coyote who tells me to tilt and kick. This after an hours attempts have run me argound like a beached whale. Thinking things like, ‘ah, milady will take care of the shambles the bike has made me, I get on and ride the thing (Stranger, they call it!)finally; hoping the breeze will dry my shirt out.

“I dont know why you treat me so bad
Think of all the things we could have had
Love is an ocean that I cant forget
My sweet sixteen I would never regret” *

Get from station to station like, to find milady engrossed in a movie. For some (obvious to yez-riders!!!) reason i don’t bother to ask which one it was. Hang around and face the cold wave moving from her face glued to the monitor towards me. I take it into the kitchen and get the beers and act like the leftover vegetables from yesterday’s weekly market.

“I dont know why I love you like I do
All the troubles you put me through
Sixteen candles there on my wall
And here am I the biggest fool of them all” *

After setting the poor girl up, can any man affect a cool and suave attitude when on the way the yezdi took an hour to start? I give up and offer this lil bit of advise:

Avoid dates when yr bike wouldn’t start along the way.
Maybe it’s the hand of fate, maybe it’s your clutch plates, in any case its a loosing fight that all of us who know what it feels like smile at the memories of the pain and understand that to own a y-bike is to take on a personal cross that you bear much to the cynosure of all around but the vital connection with the bike. I swear, its a rare yezdi owner who will leave the bike behind and continue.

“I wanna know that youll tell me
I love to stay
Take me to the river and drop me in the water
Dip me in the river, drop me in the water
Washing me down, washing me down.” *

After the long fight trying to start the bike, you get like Hemmingway’s Old Man and the Sea and you no longer want to leave behind what nearly killed you because even this has become part of you and your lifestory and regardless of the ugly bits of the experience, what ever it is- it is yours. It’s like a connection or a bond with something – anything, which takes you to the limits of yourself or depths and stays with you through it all. Can’t explain it too much, it all sounds ‘fishy.’ In case of Yezdis, I just call it the Union Mechanica. A mystical union between man and machine.

Peace and twin-pipe rule,
– arunesh
* Take me to the River (song lyrics) – Talking Heads (which i am fixiated by because adrian bellew plays this excrutiating solo in the studio version which reminds me of the sound made by a running seizure the yezdi happens)

This article first printed at http://yezdidiaries.blogspot.com/2008/06/kickstart-lungs-is-name-of-condition.html

Wednesday, February 24th, 2010 | Author:
Test Cricket Field Settings

Test Cricket

Let’s travel back to the glorious 1970s. Joel Garner, one-fourth of the fearsome West Indian pace battery is hurling the ‘cherry’ in full throttle to the Little Master, Sunil Gavaskar, on a deadly Barbados pitch. The result – Sunny went backfoot, and hit an impeccable cover drive for a boundary. The shot was met with a vociferous applause from the Barbados spectators and the West Indian players alike. Can we see this kind of behaviors in the shortest form of the game today? The answer is a resounding ‘no’. Test cricket was, is and will remain the pinnacle of cricket. It brings out the real character of the player. Old timers still say test cricket is what separates the men from the boys.

Test cricket is all about technique, skill and uncertainties, which sadly 20-20 cannot emulate. While much as been written about 20-20 cricket as the ‘new kid on the block’, the truth is far from what is being projected. Sure 20-20 is glamorous; more action packed than a Bruce Lee or a Tarantino flick, and is loaded with more cash and bling you can ever imagine. But does it have the soul, the essence of the longest version of the game? No, 20-20 is what I call the Bollywoodization of cricket with less of cricket and more of SRK or Mrs. Shetty.

Hashmi with Cheerleaders in T-20 Cricket

Hashmi with Cheerleaders in T-20 Cricket

Personally speaking, I still prefer test match cricket. Think of the Ashes, or the India-Australia series, or the India-South Africa series, or the Basil D’ Olivera trophy. Can 20-20 come anywhere closer to the excitement generated by test cricket? Never in a million years. While test cricket is about tradition and grace, 20-20 is all ‘wham bam, thank you maam’. The IPL for one is destroying cricket in multiple ways and we see no end to this madness. Modi and his band of robbers are doing what they do best – destroying cricket and making millions. The auction for players in the IPL resembles the auction for slaves in the Roman Empire. And it isn’t just the auction! The cheerleaders, inept commentary and ‘expert opinions’ will make a true cricket lover switch off the TV in disgust. Move over soaps – the IPL is here and will give you a run for your money in disgustingly low standards (or lack thereof!) of television programming.

Where will you come across “DLF Maximums” for an over-boundary or Lalit Modi’s images every 30 secs? Nowhere! Yes, the IPL has changed cricket, its dynamics, but for the worst. True connoisseurs of cricket still consider test cricket to the ultimate form of the game. The IPL will continue to make millions and who knows we will have new teams like Meerut Marauders or Darjeeling Dynamos or Kochi Killers, all competing for ineptness and meaningless matches. Look what 20-20 has done to players like Binga, Freddie, or Bondie. They have retired from test cricket to ‘prolong’ their careers on other ‘versions’ of the game.

Long live test cricket. May the legacies of Bradman, Hobbs, or Hutton rule over the mediocre 20-20 ‘thought leaders’. After all, a Mozart symphony is always superior to a ghetto hip-hop number.

Thursday, February 04th, 2010 | Author:

 Spring Morning Bird
The pearly rays of the sun played on my eye lids and woke me up to a fine morning. It took only few steps towards the window pane to see and feel the difference. The air smelled earthy and the dry and drooping plants were now boasting of their new found youth. It was coming of the age; but yes in the reverse order.

Adjoining the plants were their new neighbors, slick, curly, twirling bougainvillea and spring weeds. They almost looked up to the tall trees, wishing to grow as tall someday. They gyrated with the smooth wind, letting their leafs dance to its tune;  like Cinderella with her prince charming.

The beetles with their polka dresses had come out too. The preying mantis had stopped praying as God had answered their adjuration. There was plenty around to have and see.

I could see from a far the Bee-Queen summoning her army of lecherous male bees, who were willing to die to have their chance. She was making the plans for their new hive. I could almost hear her say, ‘Sparta! Today we dine in our hive’. The eave dropping dropped only when I heard their spy swarming over me, keeping a watch on my gleaning eyes. I smiled anxiously and got the point. There was no need to fight with my stingy ‘la surveillante’. And while, the wind took the bee away, my eyes were booked by the over all verdure. It was green and beautiful all around.

Hammad
Spring Morning Tree

The sunshine doesn’t bother you on spring mornings. It pampers you. As flowers begin to blossom, so does your mood. As you walk on the lively grass, the surroundings become kaleidoscopic. Undoubtedly, mornings of this season breathe vibrancy.

Ankit

Can you hear the little sapling nudging its tiny head out of the ground to get the first glimpse of the season changing? The enchantment of spring inundates my senses with new life, with the new hope of new beginnings. The freshly minted sunshine thaws out the edges of despair and I am once again ensnared in the gossamer web of life.

Romila

 Spring Morning Dew Welcome Spring to my window sill,
To brighten my greens with colorful preens,
Don’t you know you are awaited?
For my greens long to smile, bloom and dance in the wind!
Early morning, I open my windows to beautiful vistas of open green meadows: fresh, dewy, gentle and soothing. Interspersed by colorful beds of tulips and roses, red, white, pink, yellow…, it is truly a sight to cherish! I venture out into this captivating beauty to touch the blooms, feel the breeze, watch the fluttering butterflies, listen to the humming birds, and treasure and capture this moment forever in my mind’s eye!

Raji

I step out of my house and take a deep breath. It is a fine spring morning, with flowers abloom, the sun bright and the fresh smell of jasmine. Rays of sunlight shimmer through the dew drops that slide down the blades of the lush green grass.

Priya

 Spring Morning Flowers
The colour is green and the English say it’s Autumn..
They say the king of seasons; I say it’s close to my heart.
They say harvest, I say, transition, change and freshness.
The birds are flitting and the flowers show off
The morning dew over the fresh new leaves has to give me a new found high.
Is it freezing there? No baby, it’s the Spring outside.

Palash

Spring Morning: Arise and Awaken Your Emotions
The advent of spring brings with it profuse colors and arouses a myriad of emotion.
Spring mornings, joyful and pleasant, are filled with hustle-bustle and commotion.
From the able-bodied young to the young-at-heart elderly, everyone wants to immerse themselves in the splendor of spring.
Be it meditating in the balcony or strolling in the park, spring is no wonder called the season of blooming.

Vidya

Spring Morning
A warm, yellow radiance gushes into the room and embraces every object within its reach as soon as the curtains are drawn. Twittering vibrance fills the ears and multi-colored blossoms greet the eyes. The earth has cast away its morose wintry blanket and welcomed the season of revival and happiness with open arms. The sense of luxury and plenitude in the air fills every heart….

Debolena

 Spring Morning Green

Spring Morning Greenery

Thursday, October 15th, 2009 | Author:

“Some are destined to succeed, some are determined to succeed !”H. H. Swami Tejomayananda

I and some of you should believe on the latter one. Fortitude to minimize gaps in what we want to achieve thinking about a larger picture in mind is what it is required today. I have learnt about energy within and I also know that energy is neither negative nor positive. Our own personalization of events and the thoughts coming in and out determines the character of the energy.

Do not complain- Can you start practicing this for a week. Take this habit to work, family and other interpersonal relationships. Swami Vivekananda has said once, and the central idea of Bhagwad Gita is “to work incessantly”. I was watching this video where Nick without his arms or limbs trying to recreate a pack of school girls and at the end of his speech he tell everybody how to stand up “on his own”. In one of the lines he also mentions, “It matters how you finish, and you gonna finish strong.” You know it is true.

We have a purpose in life and that purpose has been predetermined already. It is different case if you realize your true purpose today or tomorrow. The crux should be, perform – failed? Perform again- failed -do it again.

I know a new golfer (at least his twitter account) defines him somehow. I also know how passionate he is about this sport. I have never played this game, but what I come to know from him, largely is that a golfer tries to focus on ‘that great shot’ and keeps improving. He will never remember the bad shots. He will recreate the good pull he made at that moment and better it. Same with life, people are busy really busy. Can we recollect that great conversation we made today, or a nice sale or for that matter that great meeting with one? If you start looking for it, you will be surprised that there are more in store.

Unattached and zero-expectations from life. Possible or not possible? Try a little charity without expecting something. Vivekananda has said, be cheated million times and never ask a question. Can we give selflessly without expecting gratitude? Rather we should be grateful that we have an opportunity to practice charity somehow.

Please see this Video..Thank you

Friday, September 18th, 2009 | Author:

I wake

I roll

I clean my pipes

I clean your panels

We roll out

as per plan

I leave you

(maybe out in the rain)

You rust and chew my butt

I leave you again

You decide you dont like my plans

I pick her up

You chew me up again

I give up

Either of you will call me again

Maybe I need another plan.

I roll

I plan and pet your panels at the same time

I polish your panels

open communication channels

I paint your pipes –

weekend attention thing types

etcetera,…

We roll again;

She dosen’t.

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