Saturday, August 09, 2008

Corporate Life....

Have you heard the story of “The Washer man and the Foolish Donkey”?

To refresh your memory, and for the benefit of those who have not grown up listening to this moral story, it goes like this…

There was once a washer man who had a donkey and a dog. One night when the whole world was sleeping, a thief broke into the house, the washer man was fast asleep but the donkey and the dog were awake. The dog decided not to bark since the master did not take good care of him and wanted to teach him a lesson. The donkey got worried and said to the dog that if he doesn't bark, the donkey will have to do something himself. The dog did not change his mind and the donkey started braying loudly. Hearing the donkey bray, the thief ran away, the master woke up and started beating the donkey for braying in the middle of the night for no reason.

Moral of the story “One must not engage in duties other than his own"

Now take a new look at the same story…

The washer man was a well educated man from a premier management institute. He had the fundas of looking at the bigger picture and thinking out of the box. He was convinced that there must be some reason for the donkey to bray in the night. He walked outside a little and did some fact finding, applied a bottom up approach, figured out from the ground realities that there was a thief who broke in and the donkey only wanted to alert him about it. Looking at the donkey's extra initiative and going beyond the call of the duty, he rewarded him with lot of hay and other perks and became his favorite pet. The dog's life didn't change much, except that now the donkey was more motivated in doing the dog's duties as well. In the annual appraisal the dog managed a “meets requirement”. Soon the dog realized that the donkey is taking care of his duties and he can enjoy his life sleeping and lazing around. The donkey was rated as “star performer". The donkey had to live up to his already high performance standards. Soon he was over burdened with work and always under pressure and now is looking for a job rotation

All characters in the story are not at all imaginary. Any resemblance to person living or dying of work is purely intentional.

A beautiful stoy...

Sounds too sentimental & finding such a relationship is becoming so scarce now –a-days. But “Love and care for the one you love every single day of your life. You may think what you did is just a small deed, but to that someone, it may mean a lot” - Comment by Rajesh a friend of mine who forwarded this one

I was born in a secluded village on a mountain. Day by day, my parents plowed the yellow dry soil with their backs towards the sky.

I have a brother who is 3 years younger than me. I wanted to buy a handkerchief, which all girls around me seemed to have. So, one day I stole 50 cents from my father's drawer. Father had discovered about the stolen money right away.

He made me and my younger brother kneel against the wall as he held a bamboo stick in his hand.

'Who stole the money?' he asked.

I was stunned, too afraid to talk. Neither of us admitted to the fault, so he said, 'Fine, if nobody wants to admit, you two should be beaten!'

He lifted up the bamboo stick.

Suddenly, my younger brother gripped father's hand and said, Dad, I was the one who did it!'

The long stick smacked my brother's back repeatedly. Father was so angry that he kept on whipping my brother until he lost his breath.

After that, he sat down on our stone bed and scolded my brother, 'You have learned to steal from your own house now. What other embarrassing things will you be possibly doing in the future? You should be beaten to death, you shameless thief!'

That night, my mother and I hugged my brother. His body was full of wounds from the beating but he never shed a single tear.

In the middle of the night, all of sudden, I cried out loudly. My brother covered my mouth with his little hand and said, Sis, now don't cry anymore. Everything has happened.'

I still hate myself for not having enough courage to admit what I did. Years went by, but the incident still seemed like it just happened yesterday.

I will never forget my brother's expression when he protected me.

That year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 11 years old.

When my brother was in his last year of secondary school, he was accepted in an upper secondary school in the central. At the same time, I was accepted into a university in the province.

That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking, packet by packet. I could hear him ask my mother, 'Both of our children, they have good results? Very good results?'

Mother wiped off her tears and sighed,' What is the use? How can we possibly finance both of them?'

At that time, my brother walked out, he stood in front of father and said, 'Dad, I don't want to continue my study anymore, I have read enough books.'

Father swung his hand and slapped my brother on his face.

'Why do you have a spirit so damn weak? Even if it means I have to beg for money on the streets, I will send you two to school until you have both finished your studies!'

And then, he started to knock on every house in the village to borrow money.

I stuck out my hand as gently as I can to my brother's swollen face, and told him, 'A boy has to continue his study; if not; he will not be able to overcome this
poverty we are experiencing.' I, on the other hand, had decided not to further my study at the university.

Nobody knew that on the next day, before dawn, my brother left the house with a few pieces of worn-out clothes and a few dry beans. He sneaked to my side of the bed and left a note on my pillow; 'Sis, getting into a university is not easy. I will go find a job and I will send money to you.'

I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried until I lost my voice.

That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old.

With the money father borrowed from the whole village, and the money my brother earned from carrying cement on his back at a construction site, finally, I managed to get to the third year of my study in the university.

One day, while I was studying in my room, my roommate came in and told me, 'There's a villager waiting for you outside!'

Why would there be a villager looking for me? I walked out, and I saw my brother from afar. His whole body was covered with dirt, dust, cement and sand. I asked him, 'Why did you not tell my roommate that you are my brother?'

He replied with a smile,' Look at my appearance. What will they think if they would know that I am your brother? Won't they laugh at you?'

I felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept away dirt and dust from my brother's body. And told him with a lump in my throat, "I don't care what people would say! You are my brother no matter what your appearance is?'

>From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He put it on my hair and said, 'I saw all the girls in town are wearing it. So, I think you should also have one.'

I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled my brother into my arms and cried. That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old.

I noticed that the broken window was repaired the first time I brought my boyfriend home. The house was scrubbed cleaned.

After my boyfriend left, I danced like a little girl in front of my mother, 'Mom, you didn't have to spend so much time cleaning the house!' But she told me with a smile,

"It was your brother who went home early to clean the house. Didn't you see the wound on his hand? He hurt his hand while he was replacing the window.'

I went into my brother's bedroom. Looking at his thin face, I felt like hundreds of needles pricked in my heart.

I applied some ointment on his wound and put a bandage on it, 'Does it hurt?" I asked him.

'No, it doesn't hurt. You know, when at the construction site, stones keep falling on my feet ...Even that could not stop me from working.'

In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned my back on him and tears rolled down my face. That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years old.

After I got married, I lived in the city. Many times my husband invited my parents to come and live with us, but they didn't want.

They said, once they left the village, they wouldn't know what to do.

My brother agreed with them. He said, 'Sis, you just take care of your parents-in-law. I will take care of Mom and Dad here.'

My husband became the director of his factory. We asked my brother to accept the offer of being the
manager in the maintenance department. But my brother rejected the offer. He insisted on working
as a repairman instead for a start.

One day, my brother was on the top of a ladder repairing a cable, when he got electrocuted, and was
sent to the hospital.

My husband and I visited him at the hospital. Looking at the plaster cast on his leg, I grumbled, 'Why did you reject the offer of being a manager? Managers won't do something dangerous like that. Now look at you - you are suffering a serious injury. Why didn't you just listen to us?'

With a serious expression on his face, he defended his decision, 'Think of brother-in-law. He just became the director, and I being uneducated, and would become a manager, what kind of rumors would fly around?'

My husband's eyes filled up with tears, and then I said,
'But you lack in education only because of me!'

'Why do you talk about the past?' he said and then he held my hand.

That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years old.

My brother was 30 years old when he married a farmer girl from the village. During the wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked him, 'Who is the one person you respect and love the most?'

Without even taking a time to think, he answered,' My sister.' He continued by telling a story I could not even remember.

'When I was in primary school, the school was in a different village. Everyday, my sister and I would walk for 2 hours to school and back home. One day, I lost the other pair of my gloves. My sister gave me one of hers.

She wore only one glove and she had to walk far. When we got home, her hands were trembling because of the cold weather that she could not even hold her chopsticks. From that day on, I swore that as long as I live, I would take care of my sister and will always be good to her.'

Applause filled up the room. All guests turned their attention to me.

I found it hard to speak, 'In my whole life, the one I would like to thank most is my brother, 'And in this happy occasion, in front of the crowd, tears were rolling down my face again.

Love and care for the one you love every single day of your life. You may think what you did is just a small deed, but to that someone, it may mean a lot.

FW: GOOD ONE - Anger Management

Really funny.. Cant help but laugh out loud...

When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know.I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it.

A man answered, saying 'Hello.'

I politely said, 'This is Chris. Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?'Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear 'Get the right f***ing number!' and the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude .

When I tracked down Robyn's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits. After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again.When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled 'You're an as***shole!' and hung up.

I wrote his number down with the word 'as***shole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, 'You're an as***shole!' It always cheered me up.

When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therap- eutic 'as***shole' calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, 'Hi, this is John Smith from the telephone company. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?'He yelled 'NO!' and slammed down the phone. I quickly called him back and said, 'That's because you're an as***shole!' and hung up.

One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking Spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been wait ing for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a 'For Sale ' sign in his back window, so I wrote down his number. A couple of days later, right after calling the first as***shole (I had is number on speed dial,) I thought that I'd better call the BMW as***shole, too.

I said, 'Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?' He said, 'Yes, it is.'

I asked, 'Can you tell me where I can see it?' He said, 'Yes, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd , in Fairfax . It's a yellow ranch, and the car's parked right out in front.'

I asked, 'What's your name?' He said, 'My name is Don Hansen,'

I asked, 'When's a good time to catch you, Don?' He said, 'I'm home every evening after five.'

I said, 'Listen, Don, can I tell you something?'

He said, 'Yes?'

I said, 'Don, you're an as***shole!'

Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too.

Now, when I had a problem, I had two as***sholes to call.

Then I came up with an idea. I called as***shole #1. He said, 'Hello.' I said, 'You're an as***shole!' (But I didn't hang up.) He asked, 'Are you still there?'

I said, 'Yeah,'

He screamed, 'Stop calling me,'

I said, 'Make me,'

He asked, 'Who are you?'

I said, 'My name is Don Hansen.'

He said, 'Yeah? Where do you live?'

I said, 'As***shole, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd , in Fairfax , a yellow ranch, I have a black Beamer parked in front.'

He said, 'I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers.'

I said, 'Yeah, like I'm really scared, as***shole,' and hung up.

Then I called As***shole #2. He said, 'Hello?' I said, 'Hello, as***shole,'

He yelled, 'If I ever find out who you are...'

I said, 'You'll what?'

He exclaimed, 'I'll kick your ass,'

I answered, 'Well, as***shole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now.'

Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 34 Oaktree Blvd , in Fairfax , and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover.

Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down in Oaktree Blvd. in Fairfax .

I quickly got into my car and headed over to Fairfax . I got there just in time to watch two as***sholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six cop cars, an overhead news helicopter and surrounded by a news crew.

NOW I feel much better. Anger management really does work.

Height of Mokkai


ஒருவன் : நான் எது செஞ்சாலும் என் பொண்டாட்டி குறுக்கே நிக்கிறா.

நண்பன் : கார் ஓட்டி பாரேன்.

எனக்கு ஒரு சந்தேகம்...

நடனக் கலைன்னா டான்ஸ் ஆடறது.

ஓவியக் கலைன்னா படம் வரையறது.

அப்ப தவக்களைன்னா?

- நடு ரோட்டில் புரளாமல் படுத்துக் கொண்டு யோசிப்போர் சங்கம்

வடி கட்டின கஞ்சத்தனம்

சர்தாரின் வீடு தீப்பிடித்து விட்டது.

உடனே சர்தார் தீயணைப்பு நிலையத்துக்கு மிஸ்டு கால் கொடுத்தார்.

யூனிவர்ஸிட்டி ஃபர்ஸ்ட் - யூனிவர்ஸிட்டி ஃபர்ஸ்டா வர வழிகள்

நாலு மணிக்கு எந்திரிச்சு, பிரஷ் பண்ணிட்டு, குளுரா இருந்தாலும் குளிக்கனும். அஞ்சு மணியாய்டும். அம்மா, அப்பா, அக்கா யாரையாவது எழுப்புனா காபியோ டீயோ போட்டுத் தருவாங்க. டிவி போடுங்க. இளையராஜாவோட சாமி பாட்டு வரும். மனச ரிலாக்ஸ் பண்ணிக்கோங்க. ஆறு மணிக்கு கிளம்புங்க. ஆறரைக்கு யூனிவர்ஸிட்டி போயிரலாம். நீங்கதான் யுனிவர்ஸிட்டி ஃபர்ஸ்ட்!!!


பசுபதி : ஐயா...

நாட்டாமை : என்றா பசுபதி?

பசுபதி : 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13....

நாட்டாமை : அட என்றா??

பசுபதி : அதான் என்றோம்ல!!

நாட்டாமை : ?!?!

டப்பிங் படங்கள்

உங்கள் டீ.வியில் இந்த வாரம் புத்தம் புதிய டப்பிங் படங்கள்.

திங்கள் : ஆத்தா திரும்பி வாராங்க (The MUMMY Returns).

செவ்வாய் : எட்டுக்கால் எழுமலை (Spider Men)

புதன் : இது ஆவறதில்லை (Mission Impossible)

வியாழன் : கருவாப் பசங்க (Men in Black)

வெள்ளி : ஓட்டையாண்டி (Hollow Man)


ஒருவன் : வெறும் வயித்துல எத்தனை இட்லி சாப்பிடுவீங்க?
சர்தார் : ஆறு இட்லி சாப்பிடுவேன்.
ஒருவன் : தப்பு! வெறும் வயித்துல உங்களால ஒரு இட்லிதான் சாப்பிட முடியும். ஏன்னா, இரண்டாவது இட்லி சாப்பிடும்பொழுது, அது வெறும் வயிறா இருக்காது!
சர்தார் : அட, சூப்பரா இருக்கே! நான் போய் என் ஃபிரெண்டுகிட்ட இதை கேட்கப் போறேன்.

சர்தார் : வெறும் வயித்துல எத்தனை இட்லி சாப்பிடுவே?
நண்பர் : என்னால பத்து இட்லி சாப்பிட முடியும்.
சர்தார் : சே, போடா! ஆறுன்னு சொல்லியிருந்தா சுப்பரா ஒன்னு சொல்லியிருப்பேன்.


தமிழ் நாட்டு பெண்களிடம் சமீபத்தில்
"நீங்கள் யோசிப்பவரை திருமணம் செய்து கொள்ள வேண்டுமா?"
என்று ஒரு சர்வே நடத்தப்பட்டது. அந்த சர்வேயின் முடிவுகள் கீழே.

7.53% - ஆம்.
0% - இல்லை.
92.47% - நாங்கள் அந்தளவுக்கு கொடுத்து வைத்தவர்களல்ல


கைடு : சார், சார். அந்த சேர்ல உட்காராதீங்க. அது திப்பு சுல்தானோட சேர்.

சர்தார் : ஒன்னும் பிரச்சனையில்லை. அவர் வந்த உடனே நான் எழுந்திருச்சிருறேன்.


ஆசிரியர் : 1869ல் என்ன நடந்தது?

சர்தார் : எனக்கு தெரியாது சார்.

ஆசிரியர் : மடையா! அந்த வருடம்தான் காந்திஜி பிறந்தார். சரி, அடுத்த கேள்வி! 1873ல் என்ன நடந்தது?

சர்தார் : காந்திஜிக்கு நாலு வயசு சார்!


பாபு : அந்த துணி கடையில நம்ம சர்தார்ஜிய போட்டு அடிக்கிறாங்க?

கோபு : 1000 ரூபாய்க்கு எது வாங்கினாலும், ஒரு வாட்ச் ஃப்ரீன்னு போர்ட்ல பார்த்துட்டு, அந்த கடையில போய் 1000 ரூபாய்க்கு சில்லறை வாங்கிட்டு வாட்ச் கேட்டாராம்!!!


மூன்று கரப்பான் பூச்சிகள், ரோட்டில் போய் கொண்டிருந்தன. அப்பொழுது, திடீரென்று ஒரு கரப்பான்,

"வால மீனுக்கும், விலாங்கு மீனுக்கும்.." என்று பாட துவங்கியது. உடனே கூட வந்து கொண்டிருந்த இரண்டு பூச்சிகளும் செத்து போய்விட்டன.
ஏன் தெரியுமா?..
ஏன்னா, அது "HIT" ஸாங்!!!

இன்றைய தத்துவம் 3

பில் கேட்ஸோட பையனா இருந்தாலும்,

கழித்தல் கணக்கு போடும்போது,

கடன் வாங்கித்தான் ஆகனும்.

இம்சை அரசன் 24ம் புலிகேசி

அமைச்சர் : மன்னா! போருக்கு தயாராக சொல்லி பக்கத்து நாட்டு அரசன் ஓலை அனுப்பியுள்ளான்.

இ.அ.24.பு : ஐயகோ! இப்பொழுது என்ன செய்வது? ஆங்! "ஓலை sending failed" என்று திருப்பியனுப்பிவிடு.

இது யார் சொத்து?

போலீஸ் : ஏன்டா ராஸ்கல்! திருட்டு ரயிலேறியா சென்னை வரைக்கும் வந்தே?

சர்தார் : சார்! அது திருட்டு ரயில்ன்னு சத்தியமா எனக்கு தெரியாது. நான் அது கவர்மென்ட் ரயில்ன்னு நினைச்சுதான் ஏறினேன்.

Leaf's Departure - Either Wind's Pursuit or Tree didn't ask to stay?

Take time to read this.. really wonderful.. Got from a forwarded mail.

People call me "Tree".
I had dated 5 girls when I was in Pre-U. There is one girl who I love a lot but never dared to go after. She didn't have a pretty face, good figure or an outstanding charm. She was just a very ordinary girl. I liked her. I really liked her. I liked her innocence, her frankness, her intelligence and her fragility. Reason for not going after her was that I felt somebody so ordinary like her was not a good match for me. I was also afraid that after we were together all the feelings would vanish. I was also afraid other's gossip would hurt her.

I felt that if she were my girl, she'd be mine ultimately & I didn't have to give up everything just for her. The last reason, made her accompanying me for 3 years. She watched me chase other girls, and I have made her heart cry for 3 years. She was a good actor, and me a demanding director. When I kissed my second girlfriend, she bumped into us. She was embarrassed but smiled & said, "Go on!" before running off. The next day, her eyes were swollen like a walnut. I did not want to know what caused her to cry. Later that day, I returned from soccer training to get something & watched her cry in the classroom for an hour or so. My fourth girlfriend did not like her. There was once when both of them quarreled. I know that based on her character she is not the type that will start the quarrel. However, I still sided my girlfriend. I shouted at her & ignored her feelings and walked off with my girlfriend. The next day, she was laughing & joking with me like nothing happened. I know she was hurt but she did not know deep down inside I was hurt too.

When I broke up with my fifth girlfriend, I asked her out. Later that day, I told her I had something to tell her. I told her about my break up. Coincidentally, she has something to tell me too, about her getting together. I knew who the person was. His pursuit for her had been the talk of the School. I did not show her my heartache, just smiles & best wishes. Once I reached home, I could not breathe. Tears rolled & I broke down. How many times have I seen her cry for the man who did not acknowledge her presence?

During graduation, I read a SMS in my hp. It said, "Leaf's departure is because of Wind's pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay"


People call me Leaf.

During the 3 years of Pre-U, I was on very close terms with a guy as buddy kind. However, when he had his first girlfriend, I learnt a feeling I never should have learnt - Jealousy. Sourness to the extreme limit. They were only together for 2 months. When they broke up, I hid my happiness. But after a month, he got together with another girl.

I liked him & I know he liked me. But why won't he pursue me? Since he loves me why he didn't he make the first move? Whenever he had a new girlfriend, my heart would hurt. After some time, I began to suspect that this was one-sided love. If he didn't like me, why did he treat me so well? It's beyond what you will normally do for a friend. I know his likes, his habits. But his feelings towards me I can never figure out. You can't expect me a girl, to ask him. Despite that, I still wanted to be by his side. Care for him, accompany him, and love him. Hoping that one day, he will come to love me. Because of this, I waited for him. Sometimes, I wondered if I should continue waiting. The pain, the dilemma accompanied me for 3 years.

At the end of my 3rd year, a junior pursues me. Everyday he pursues me. He's like the cool & gentle wind, trying to blow off a leaf from a tree. In the end, I realized that I wanted to give this wind a small footing in my heart. I know the wind will bring the leaf to a better land. Finally, leaf left the tree, but the tree only smiled & didn't ask me to stay.

Leaf's departure is because of Wind's pursuit. Or cause Tree didn't ask her to stay.


Because I like a girl called leaf. Because she's so dependent on tree, so I have to be a gust wind. A wind that will blow her away. When I first met her, it was 1 month after I was transferred to this new school. I saw a petite person look ing at my seniors & me playing soccer. During ECA time, she will always be sitting there. Be it alone or with her friends, looking at him. When he talks with girls, there's jealousy in her eyes. When he looked at her, there's a smile in her eyes. Looking at her became my habit. Just like, she likes to look at him.

One day, she didn't appear. I felt something missing. I can't explain the feeling except it's a kind of uneasiness. The senior was also not there as well. I went to their classroom, hid outside and saw my senior scolding her. Tears were in her eyes while he left. The next day, I saw her at her usual place, looking at him. I walked over and smiled to her. Took out a note & gave to her. She was surprised. She looked at me, smiled & accepts the note. The next day, she appeared & passes me a note and left.

It read, "Leaf's heart is too heavy and wind couldn't blow her away."

"It's not that leaf heart is too heavy. It because leaf never want to leave tree." I replied her note with this statement and slowly she started to talk to me & accept my presents & phone calls. I know that the person she loves is not me. But I have this perseverance that one day I will make her like me. Within 4 months, I have declared my love for her no less than 20 times. Every time, she will divert away from the topic. But I never give up. If I decide I want her to be mine, I will definitely use all means to win her over. I can't remember how many times I have declared my love to her. Although I know, she will try to divert but I still bear a small ray of hope.

Hoping that she will agree to be my girlfriend. I didn't hear any reply from her over the phone. I asked, "What are you doing? How come you didn't want to reply?" She said, "I'm nodding my head". "Ah?" I could n't believe my ears. "I'm nodding my head" She replied loudly. I hang up the phone, quickly changed and took a taxi and rush to her place & press her doorbell. During the moment when she opens the door, I hugged her tightly.

Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay...


In love, we win very rarely, but when love is true, even if you lose, you still win just for having the tingle of loving someone more than you love yourself. There comes a time when we stop loving someone, not because that person has stopped loving us but because we have found out that, they'd be happier if we let go....

Why do we close our eyes when we sleep? When we cry? When we imagine? When we kiss? This is because THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THINGS IN THE WORLD ARE UNSEEN.

There are things that we never want to let go of, people we never want to leave behind, but keep in mind that letting go isn't the end of the world. It's the beginning of a new life. Happiness lies for those who cry those who hurt, those who have searched and those who have tried. For only they can appreciate the importance of the people who have touched our lives.

A great love? It's when you shed tears and still you care for them, it's when they ignore you and still you long for them. It's when they begin to love another and yet you smile and say, "I'm happy for you." If love fails, set yourself free, let your heart spread its wings and fly again. Remember you may find love and lose it, but when love dies, you never have to die with it.

The strongest people are not those who always win but those who stand back up when they fall.
Somehow, along the course of life, you learn about yourself and realize that there should never be regrets, only a lifelong appreciation of the choices you've made. Loving is not how you forget but how you forgive, not how you listen but how you understand, not what you see but how you feel, and not how you let go but how you hold on.

It's more dangerous to weep inwardly rather than outwardly. Outward tears can be wiped away while secret tears scar forever...
It's best to wait for the one you want than settle for one that's available.

It's best to wait for the right one because life is too short to waste on just someone.

7 reasons why the world will end on 21/12/2012...

Wonder if its true.... all is left to be seen :)

Scientific experts from around the world are genuinely predicting that five years from now, all life on Earth could well finish. Some are saying it'll be humans that set it off. Others believe that a natural phenomenon will be the cause. And the religious folks are saying it'll be God himself who presses the stop button...

1. Mayan Calendar

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The first mob to predict 2012 as the end of the world were the Mayans, a bloodthirsty race that were good at two things:

Building highly accurate astrological equipment out of stone and
Sacrificing Virgins.

Thousands of years ago they managed to calculate the length of the lunar moon as 329.53020 days, only 34 seconds out. The Mayan calendar predicts that the Earth will end on December 21, 2012. Given that they were pretty close to the mark with the lunar cycle, it's likely they've got the end of the world right as well.

2. Sun Storms

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Solar experts from around the world monitoring the sun have made a startling discovery: our sun is in a bit of strife. The energy output of the sun is, like most things in nature, cyclic, and it's supposed to be in the middle of a period of relative stability. However, recent solar storms have been bombarding the Earth with so much radiation energy, it's been knocking out power grids and destroying satellites. This activity is predicted to get worse, and calculations suggest it'll reach its deadly peak sometime in 2012

3. The Atom Smasher

Scientists in Europe have been building the world's largest particle accelerator. Basically its a 27km tunnel designed to smash atoms together to find out what makes the Universe tick. However, the mega-gadget has caused serious concern, with some scientists suggesting that it's properly even a bad idea to turn it on in the first place. They're predicting all manner of deadly results, including mini black holes. So when this machine is fired up for its first serious experiment in 2012, the world could be crushed into a super-dense blob the size of a basketball.

4. The Bible says...

If having scientists warning us about the end of the world isn't bad enough,religious folks are getting in on the act aswell. Interpretations of the Christian Bible reveal that the date for Armageddon, the final battle between Good an Evil, has been set down for 2012. The I Ching, also known as the Chinese book of Changes, says the same thing, as do various sections of the Hindu teachings.

5. Super Volcano

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Yellowstone National Park in the United States is famous for its thermal springs and Old Faithful geyser. The reason for this is simple - it's sitting on top of the world's biggest volcano, and geological experts are beginning to get nervous sweats. The Yellowstone volcano has a pattern of erupting every 650,000 years or so, and we're many years overdue for an explosion that will fill the atmosphere with ash, blocking the sun and plunging the Earth into a frozen winter that could last up to 15,000 years. The pressure under the Yellowstone is building steadily, and geologists have set 2012 as a likely date for the big bang.

6. The Physicists

This one's case of bog-simple maths mathematics. Physicists at Berekely Uni have been crunching the numbers. and they've determined that the Earth is well overdue for a major catastrophic event. Even worse, they're claiming their calculations prove, that we're all going to die, very soon - while also saying their prediction comes with a certainty of 99 percent- and 2012 just happens to be the best guess as to when it occurs.

7. Slip-Slop-Slap-BANG!

We all know the Earth is surrounded by a magnetic field that sheilds us from most of the sun's radiation. What you might not know is that the magnetic poles we call north and south have a nasty habit of swapping places every 750,000 years or so - and right now we're about 30,000 years overdue. Scientists have noted that the poles are drifting apart roughly 20-30kms each year, much faster than ever before, which points to a pole-shift being right around the corner. While the pole shift is underway, the magnetic field is disrupted and will eventually disappear, sometimes for up to 100 years. The result is enough UV outdoors to crisp your skin in seconds, killing everything it touches.

Why do we need labels?- An Awakening

People cannot handle labels. People get ego involved with labels. Labels, somehow close the minds of people. Whatever is said under the guise of a label is never well received. Tell him, “Green leafy vegetables are good for you,” and he will take it. Instead tell him, “As a strict vegetarian I suggest you start having green leafy vegetables,” and he will argue with you. The label 'vegetarian' is the problem.

Tell him, “Forgive him. Love even those who have hurt you,” and he may heed to you. Tell him, “Me being a true Christian, I request you to forgive and love even your enemies,” and you are dealing with someone who is psychologically deaf. The label 'Christian' is the problem. Tell her, “I wish our airports are more organised,” and she will endorse your view. Tell her, “Living in Singapore I have seen how organised things can be. I wish even our airports are more organised,” and you will be considered a national outcast. The label is again the problem.

Advice her, “Why don't you take care of your health,” and your wife infers that as love. “As a husband I think I have the right to tell you to care for your health,” and you had it… Ask him to come home on time and he appreciates your concern. Instead tell him, “I have seen my father and brother too work. Why can't you come home on time,” and you will encounter the longest face in town.

She has a problem with your Rotary involvement. He doesn't like you referring to Frozen Thoughts so many times. “You keep your Frozen Thoughts stuff to yourself,” he would snap. One is anti-Brahmin and the other cannot trust people

from Assam. All Marwaris are like that… T.T.Rangarajan is okay but the 'Editor' Rangarajan is a problem.

This is a human frailty. Man, in confronting labels, somehow feels less about himself. So he tries to defend it with all his might, which is his ego. Inexplicably, labels make men suffer a complex. He has no problem with you. His problem is what you represent - the chair, the position, the religion, etc…

Why do we need labels? Is the position glorifying you or is it you who is glorifying the position? Does the chair need you or you need the chair? If labels alone define you then you cannot do without the labels. Anyone who lives on the

strength of labels can never have deep relationships. If you are the one who is adding value to the labels, then you don't need the labels. That's the beginning of deep relationships.

When you, as just you, are enough unto yourself - that's independence. In it is true freedom. Help yourself and help others… Just drop your labels. You are enough… more than enough.

Efforts and knowledge !!!

A wonderful story got through mail... Do read this...
A giant ship engine failed. The ship's owners tried one expert after another, but none of them could figure but how to fix the engine.

Then they brought in an old man who had been fixing ships since he was a young.
He carried a large bag of tools with him, and when he arrived, he immediately went to work.
He inspected the engine very carefully, top to bottom.

Two of the ship's owners were there, watching this man, hoping he would know what to do. After looking things over, the old man reached into his bag and pulled out a small hammer.
He gently tapped something. Instantly, the engine lurched into life. He carefully put his hammer away. The engine was fixed!

A week later, the owners received a bill from the old man for Ten thousand rupees.

"What?!" the owners exclaimed. "He hardly did anything!"

So they wrote the old man a note saying, "Please send us an itemized bill."

The man sent a bill that read:

Tapping with a hammer...... ......... ........ Rs. 2.00
Knowing where to tap.......... ......... ...... Rs, 9,998.00

Effort is important, but knowing where to make an effort makes all the difference

Online petition to include cricket in London Olympics to be held by 2012

Aug 7th, 2008 By Sindh Today

Beijing, Aug 8 (IANS): An Asian member of the London assembly has launched an online petition to persuade sporting authorities to include an international 20-over cricket competition as part of the 2012 Olympic Games in the British capital.

Cricket enthusiast Murad Qureshi’s petition aims to lobby the International Olympic Committee (IOC), International Cricket Conference (ICC) and London Organising Committee for the Olympic Games (LOCOG).

Qureshi, who is in Beijing to lobby IOC members, said Thursday the petition can found on the website

Traditionally, the host Olympic nation introduces a national sport as a ‘demonstration’ sport as part of its games, with the long-term view that this should become an official Olympic Sport in future years.

This has changed with the Beijing Olympics: with the removal of demonstration sports, host cities are now showcasing local sports as part of a ‘cultural Olympiad’. Beijing has incorporated wushu, a full-contact sport derived from traditional Chinese martial arts, into the cultural Olympiad.

Cricket was last played in the Olympics in 1900 when Great Britain beat France, the French team consisting of Britons living in Paris, reportedly mostly members of the British embassy.

With the commercial development of Twenty20 cricket through the England And Wales Cricket Board (ECB), the possibility of a short form of the game acceptable to international (non-cricketing) nations being played at the Olympics becomes a viable proposition, Qureshi said.

‘London is the historic home of cricket, a sport which espouses the Olympic ideal of fair play through the ’spirit of the game’ now enshrined in the official rules by MCC,’ Qureshi said.

‘Hosting the Olympic Games in 2012 provides London an ideal opportunity to showcase cricket to a much wider global audience and, in return, to increase interest the Olympic Games amongst nations that don’t engage as fully with traditional athletics.

‘By the time of the next Olympic plenary this autumn, I would like to be able to initially present the numeric support of cricket fans to the IOC and LOCOG as the first step in re-introducing cricket to the Olympic Games,’ he added.


Cricket in America: From the American Revolution to the NYPD

from Sepia Mutiny by Ravi

A few days ago, I opened up the Chicago Tribune to see this nice story about games of cricket taking place in the Chicago suburbs, which is not a rare occurrence in most South Asian communities. Yet, as I did some research, I found that cricket has an interesting history in the United States that extends far back before the South Asian diaspora. After all the United States was a British colony as well. A disclaimer here: I am proud to say I have a reasonable knowledge of cricket and am a devoted Cricinfo reader, but I can't say I know cricket as well as, say, the NBA, and thus, I'm sure many of you will know more about cricket in America than I do - please do contribute your knowledge on the subject. Cricket in the United States extends back as far as the 18th century. This great Smithsonian article speaks of some of the earliest recorded history of cricket in the states:

In a diary he kept between 1709 and 1712, William Byrd, owner of the Virginia plantation Westover, noted, "I rose at 6 o'clock and read a chapter in Hebrew. About 10 o'clock Dr. Blair, and Major and Captain Harrison came to see us. After I had given them a glass of sack we played cricket. I ate boiled beef for my dinner. Then we played at shooting with arrows...and went to cricket again till dark."Evidently, spending large portions of the day playing and following cricket is a practice as old as the British Empire itself. Not only that, but the Smithsonian has uncovered some Revolutionary Hero interest in cricket:

The rules of the game on this side of the Atlantic were formalized in 1754, when Benjamin Franklin brought back from England a copy of the 1744 Laws, cricket’s official rule book. There is anecdotal evidence that George Washington's troops played what they called "wickets" at Valley Forge in the summer of 1778. After the Revolution, a 1786 advertisement for cricket equipment appeared in the New York Independent Journal, and newspaper reports of that time frequently mention "young gentlemen" and "men of fashion" taking up the sport. Indeed, the game came up in the debate over what to call the new nation's head of state: John Adams noted disapprovingly—and futilely—that "there are presidents of fire companies and cricket clubs."Disregarding John Adams' chronic moodiness, cricket continued to have a strong presence in the U.S. throughout the 19th century. The first ever international cricket match was held in the U.S., a match between the U.S. and Canada in 1844, in Bloomingdale, New York. The considerable national interest in this game was evident, as 20,000 spectators attended and the equivalent of 1.5 million 2007 dollars were wagered on the match. The United States set a telling precedent in the match, however, losing by 23 runs. As the 19th century neared its end, baseball began to take precedence, and with that, the primacy of cricket in America's sporting interests neared its end. One place, however, where cricket was still going strong was in the city of Philadelphia. The Philadelphian Cricket Team carried the mantle as the last remaining bastion of professional cricketing in the U.S., and frequently toured England and Australia, playing against some of the best cricketers in the world. A sign of the declining influence of the sport in America was that the American team consisted of "gentleman" players that had sources of wealth that allowed them to play cricket at no salary. The team had on it the best American cricket player in our national history, Bart King. King was quite the guy:

King was a skilled batsman, but proved his worth as a bowler. During his career, he set numerous records in North America and led the first-class bowling averages in England in 1908. He successfully competed against the best cricketers from England and Australia. King was the dominant bowler on his team when it toured England in 1897, 1903, and 1908. He dismissed batsmen with his unique delivery, which he called the "angler," and helped develop the art of swing bowling in the sport. Many of the great bowlers of today still use the strategies and techniques that he developed. Sir Pelham Warner described Bart King as one of the finest bowlers of all time, and Donald Bradman called him "America's greatest cricketing son."

Bart King and his generation of extraordinary American cricketers could not live forever, though, and baseball only continued to gain in popularity throughout the country. As the 1910's came to a close, the Philadelphian cricket team played its last game. Cricket in the U.S. became increasingly harder to sustain when the Imperial Cricket Conference was created, excluding non-British Empire members.

5 decades later, the Imperial Cricket Conference became the International Cricket Council (Conference), as we currently know it. The U.S. was admitted to the ICC as an associate member, and the wave of South Asian and West Indian immigrants throughout the 1970's and 1980's contributed to a resurgence in the game throughout the states. According to the Smithsonian, 30,000 people now currently play or watch cricket in the U.S. each year.

Despite an influx of cricket-loving immigrants and acceptance as an associate member to the ICC, the United States has had a rough time creating a cricket infrastructure and competing on an international stage. The U.S. team has never qualified for the World Cup, though it has done reasonably well in the ICC America's Competition, winning once in 2002. The one time it seemed to be doing quite well in international competition against respectable foes, in the 1994 ICC Trophy competition, the U.S. flew home early because they thought they would lose, and thus could never have known how far they would have advanced.

This loss is symbolic of the troubles organized cricket in the U.S. has faced in modern times. The United States Cricket Association (USACA) recently faced a constitutional crisis that showcased "considerable strain" between cricketers from the West Indies and those from South Asia. This oft-mismanaged organization has at times fiercely opposed programs such as Major League Cricket (MLC). Ambitious ventures to introduce professional cricket to the United States, including Pro Cricket and the MLC, have unceremoniously disappeared.
CC Morris Cricket Library and United States Cricket Museum at Haverford College, Haverford, PA

There are more than a few bright spots, however, in the modern American cricket universe. The American youth teams, filled with desi players, have been very successful as of late, and help in developing youth cricket throughout the U.S. has come from some unlikely sources. The New York City Public Schools and the New York Police Department have both recently created popular and well-run initiatives that have increased cricket's visibility in NYC and across the country. Haverford College in Philadelphia, has continued playing cricket from the glory days of Philadelphia cricket up to this day. (They currently have the only varsity cricket team in the U.S.) The C.C. Morris Cricket Library at Haverford is said to be largest collection of cricket-related literature and materials in the Western Hemisphere.

For all its highs and lows, an interesting question to consider is whether cricket is destined to be a sport forever played in the United States by those from the British Colonial diaspora, or one with wide-reaching national appeal. Personally, as an enthusiastic cricket fan, I've often tried to share the joys of cricket with my many non-desi friends and have met with limited success. The long pace of cricket (and the inevitable comparison to that fast-paced game of instant gratification, baseball), do not hold the same tantalizing appeal for youth who have not grown up in a culture in which cricket is the preeminent sport. The shorter format of twenty20 could possibly change these circumstances, as might the eventual rise to international prominence of our current impressive youth teams. What do you feel the future potential for cricket is in the United States? Seeing just about everyone in the country (including this blog) gripped with Olympics fever, I know that Cricket as an Olympic Sport in a future Olympics, possibly this one, could certainly help with the sport's rise in America.

You Are What You Think

You are responsible for your thinking. Change your thinking and life will get better. But, what thoughts do you change? Your troublesome thoughts about a situation can easily be found in your self-talk. Self-talk is that inner running dialogue you have with yourself. It is what you tell yourself about life's situations.

All of us have a voice that talks to us. You might think of it as your conscience. It might be that "inner observer" who seems to sits in the corner and watches everything you do. You may recognize it as that voice that starts talking to you upon awakening in the morning. Sometimes it may wait until you look in the mirror before it actually speaks. It is that voice that says, "You sure are handsome." or "What a wonderful person you are." Or "You are going to have a great day." It might say, "You are so slim and your hair looks beautiful." If you don’t' recognize this voice then yours may be speaking to you in a different tone. You might be hearing, "You look like crap today" or "You sure have gained a lot of weight." "Your hair is a mess." "It's is a terrible day! Get back in bed." This voice, the negative, critical one, is one of the main reasons we have so many problems. It can destroy resiliency by opening the flood gates and draining away your energy.

This voice can make anything worse. You may be like most people and know how to take any small problem, think about it for awhile, and have a bigger problem. That little voice keeps telling you what might go wrong. All of the dark possibilities are pointed out. The imagination creates a very bad situation. The problem goes from a mild annoyance to a major catastrophe as you convince yourself that the imagined situation is the real situation. You are now busy confronting a problem that only exists in your mind.

Any response, at this point, is going to be out of proportion to the original problem. The normal reaction to the original problem is most likely some degree of emotional distress. If you have been laid off from a job, you may be feeling some combination of tense, worried, anxious, sad, irritated, frustrated, or angry. All of these are normal emotions for the experience. However, that inner voice may be busy exaggerating, " This is horrible and terrible. It is the world’s worst thing. You will never find another job. You are a hopeless and helpless person. No one will ever hire you. You won’t be able to pay your bills. You will lose everything you have. You should just give up." With such a running dialogue you will soon fall into depression or become enraged at your imagined mistreatment. In a deep depression you may decide that the situation is hopeless and become suicidal. In a state of rage you may act in an inappropriate, violent manner towards your former employer. Either reaction is too intense because the response is to a situation you have created in your mind. Change your mind, your attitude, and the problem can shrink back to its original size. The original problem may be bad enough but it is not the catastrophe you have invented.

To change your attitude you must change the inner dialogue. To change the dialogue you must catch it in action. To do this you have to pay attention to yourself. You must engage in self-observation and listen for that inner voice.

The next time that you find yourself feeling "bad" don’t start asking, "Who did this to me?" Don’t start looking around for the external cause of your problems. What you should do is to ask yourself, "What have I been thinking?" "What have I been telling my self?" You may find that your inner dialogue has put you deep into emotional distress

Awakening - Fear of the Future

Here is an interesting psychological truth. All fear is fear of the future.
This simply means that fear is always about what "might" happen, but hasn't happened yet.

Being fearful "is" sometimes useful. It helps us avert danger. When confronting a large, barking dog, fear alerts us to the possibility of being bitten, so we can avoid it. Fear is most valuable when facing threats to our physical safety.

It's not as useful with psychological threats. Threats such as what might happen if you were to ask for a date or a promotion, or when facing the risk of auditioning for a play. Fear of future possibilities of rejection, awkwardness, or embarrassment can hold you back from taking a chance.

Even some physical fears are non-productive. You might be afraid of downhill skiing because you could get hurt. It is possible and such a negative possibility can be avoided by staying in the lodge by the fireplace. Play it safe, but miss out on an exhilarating experience.

Most of the fear in life that holds us back and limits our behavior is actually a fear of fear. We call it anxiety, and it's based upon worry, which is looking into the future, imagining bad consequences, and convincing yourself that they will happen. You become afraid of imagined possibilities, and rather than face your fear, you avoid it.

The problem arising from not challenging fear and anxiety by doing "it" anyway (whatever it is), is that you may later look back with regret on what you didn't do. Confronting a threatening situation, such as an audition, sometimes requires a choice of which emotion you'd rather live with... the fear of what might happen or regret over what didn't?

When confronting fear, the best option is to always assess the situation for realistic danger, and then, with careful consideration, choose to challenge your fear where it seems reasonable to do so.

If you learn to confront the fear of future possibilities -- now -- in the present moment -- you may find that you have less to regret when the future becomes the past.