Interesting Anecdotes

Mind doesn´t exist as an entity ― the is the first thing.
Only thoughts exist.
The second thing: the thoughts exist separate from us, they are not one with our nature, they come and go ― we remain, we persist.
We are like the sky: it never comes, it never goes, it is always there.
Clouds come and go, they are momentary phenomena, they are not eternal.
Even if we try to cling to a thought, we cannot retain it for long; it has to go, it has its own birth and death.
Thoughts are not ours, they don´t belong to us.
They come as visitors, guests, but they are not the host.

Watch deeply, then we will become the host and thoughts will be the guests.
And as guests they are beautiful, but if we forget completely that we are the host and they become the hosts, then we are in a mess.
This is what hell is.
We are the master of the house, the house belongs to us, and guests have become the masters.
Receive them, take care of them, but don´t get identified with them; otherwise, they will become the masters.

The mind becomes the problem because we have taken thoughts so deeply inside us that we have forgotten completely the distance; that they are visitors, they come and go.
Always remember that which abides: that is our nature.
Always be attentive to that which never comes and never goes, just like the sky.
Change the gestalt: don´t be focused on the visitors, remain rooted in the host; the visitors will come and go.

Have a nice day

Let this become our key - next time when anger comes, just watch it.
Don´t say, “I am angry.”
Say, “Anger is there and I am watching it.”
And see the difference!
The difference is vast.
Suddenly we are out of the grip of anger.
If we can say, “I am just a watcher, I am not anger,” we are out of the grip.
When sadness comes, just sit by the side and look at it and say, “I am the watcher, I am not sadness,” and see the difference.
Immediately we have cut the very root of sadness.
It is no more nourished.
It will die of starvation.
We feed these emotions by being identified with them.
If religiousness can be reduced to one single thing, it is non-identification.

Have a nice day.

Two men went fishing. One was an experienced fisherman, the other wasn't. Every time the experienced fisherman caught a big fish, he put it in his ice chest to keep it fresh. Whenever the inexperienced fisherman caught a big fish, he threw it back.

The experienced fisherman watched this go on all day and finally got tired of seeing the man waste good fish. "Why do you keep throwing back all the big fish you catch?" he asked.

The inexperienced fisherman replied, "I only have a small frying pan.

Sometimes, like that fisherman, we throwback the big plans, big dreams, big jobs, big opportunities that God gives us. Our faith is too small.

We laugh at that fisherman who didn't figure out that all he needed was a bigger frying pan, yet how ready are we to increase the size of our faith?

Whether it's a problem or a possibility, God will never give you anything bigger than you can handle. That means we can confidently walk into anything
God brings our way.

You can do all things through God. Nothing is big for God.

REMEMBER

Stop telling God you've got BiG problems.Tell your problems you've got a BIG GOD!

Do not lose your opportunities in this coming new year, have big dreams, big plans & big achievements.

Subject: How Consultants work..very interesting


A shepherd was herding his flock in a remote pasture when suddenly a
brand-new BMW drives up in a cloud of dust. The driver, a young man in
an Armani suit, Gucci shoes, Ray Ban sunglasses and YSL tie, leans out the
window and asks the shepherd: "If I tell you exactly how many sheep you
have in your flock, will you give me one?"

The shepherd looks at the man, obviously a yuppie, and then looks at
his peacefully grazing flock and calmly answers: "Sure. Why not?"

The yuppie parks his car, whips out his Dell notebook computer,
connects it to his AT&T cell phone, surfs to a NASA page on the internet,
where he calls up a GPS satellite navigation system to get an exact fix
on his location which he then feeds to another NASA satellite that scans
the area in an ultra-high-resolution photo.

The young man then opens the digital photo in Adobe Photoshop and
exports it to an image processing facility in Hamburg, Germany. Within
seconds, he receives an email on his Palm Pilot that the image has been
processed and the data stored. He then accesses a MS-SQL database through
an ODBC connected Excel spreadsheet with hundreds of complex formulas. He
uploads all of this data via an email on his Blackberry and, after a few
minutes,receives a response. Finally, he prints out a full-color, 150-page
report on his hi-tech, miniaturized HP LaserJet printer and finally turns
to the shepherd and says: "You have exactly 1586 sheep."

"That's right. Well, I guess you can take one of my sheep.", says the
shepherd.

He watches the young man select one of the animals and looks on amused
as the young man stuffs it into the trunk of his car. Then the shepherd
says to the young man: "Hey, if I can tell you exactly what your business
is,will you give me back my sheep?"

The young man thinks about it for a second and then says: "Okay, why
not?"

"You're a consultant." says the shepherd.

"Wow! That's correct," says the yuppie, "but how did you guess that?"

"No guessing required", answered the shepherd. "You showed up here even
though nobody called you; you want to get paid for an answer I already
knew, to a question I never asked; and you don't know crap about my
business. Now give me back my DOG."

:lol:

ubject: something to think about

> "An old man, staying in a small south Indian town
> came to visit his son in
> Bombay recently. The son in his early thirties is a
> successful businessman
> living with his wife and son. The father, having
> spent most of his life at
> his birthplace, hardly understands a splatter of
> Hindi or English, forget
> Marathi. But he doesn't care. 'I have come here to
> spend a few days with my
> son and his family. I don't have to go out and
> socialize with the city
> people,' he said.
>
> But the son is very excited about his father's rare
> visit to Bombay. He
> wants to make the best of it. He and his wife want
> to show him around the
> city. And yes, the son enjoys those evening hours
> too, when he and his
> father go out and sit in a good bar, sipping their
> favorite drink.
>
> Last week he was in a very good mood. 'Let's go to
> a five star hotel's bar
> tonight,' he told his father. It was a beautiful
> evening. Talking about
> everything under the sun they had a few drinks. As
> usual they were offered
> some salad, peanuts, wafers etc .as accompaniments
> with their drinks. The
> old man being almost toothless was not much
> interested in eating. But that
> day when they got up to leave, he simply took a
> handful of chana (roasted
> grams) and stuffed it in the fold of his dhoti. He
> might have thought about
> munching on them, sitting in the car, or whatever.
> Unfortunately while
> walking in the lobby, he missed a step and
> stumbled. Down he went,
> scattering the chana on the plush carpet. No
> problem .Now lets try to
> visualize this scenario. Someone else in his son's
> place would have been
> mortified, embarrassed to death. He might have
> cursed not his father but his
> own self for causing this awkward situation. 'Never
> again will I take my old
> man to such hotels', he would have vowed. No sir,
> not this son. Gently,
> with a smile, he helped his father get back on his
> feet. Instead of feeling
> irritated or angry, he was amused. He found the
> whole incident very funny.
> Laughing, they both went home and on the way they
> decided to return to the
> same place the following Sunday. The old man liked
> the place & the chana
> too. A son rises A few days back; at a friend's
> place they both described
> this event and made everybody laugh.
>
> Weren't you embarrassed? Somebody asked the son.
> 'Oh, come on now' replied
> the son. 'He is my father. He talks in his native
> language, prefers to wear
> a dhoti even to a posh city hotel, takes chana from
> the bar to eat later,
> does whatever he feels like.... So what? Why should
> I feel embarrassed with
> his nature and habits? Nobody has a right to stop
> him from doing whatever he
> feels comfortable with, as long as it is not harmful
> to others.'
>
> The son doesn't care what the staff in the hotel
> thought about that
> incident. He says 'they should be concerned only
> with their bills and tips.
> I am concerned about my father's happiness.' The
> wife too totally agrees
> with the husband on this issue. She feels there are
> enough other qualities
> in her father- in- law to feel proud of.
>
> Accept them .The above incident is not mentioned
> just to show the love and
> devotion of a son for his father. More than love it
> is a matter of
> understanding and a healthy respect for the other
> person's lifestyle. A
> seventy plus old man doesn't want to change his
> lifestyle now. He likes the
> way he eats or dresses or talks. In his eyes there
> is nothing wrong with the
> old ways of living. And the son says, "ok, fine.
> Every body has a right to
> live as per his wish. Now at his age, why should he
> be forced to learn to
> eat with a fork and knife, if he doesn't want to? I
> will feel bad if he is
> doing something morally wrong or indulging in some
> harmful activities. But
> otherwise it is fine. I am not going to try to
> change him at this stage. He
> is my father. I love him, respect him."
>
> Hey folks, can you think this way? So many times we
> see people getting
> embarrassed by the so-called unsophisticated
> behavior of their family
> members. They keep on apologizing about their lack
> of class and manners or
> about their drawbacks to outsiders. My wife can't
> speak proper English; she
> doesn't know what's happening in the world, so I
> avoid taking her out or
> introducing her to my friends and business
> associates... My parents can't
> eat with a spoon and fork, so I don't take them to
> restaurants.... My
> husband is working as an ordinary clerk, so I feel
> awkward when I introduce
> him to my rich friends. My brother is mentally
> challenged, so I don't feel
> like going out with him... Are you plagued with such
> thoughts or do you meet
> such people who think alike?
>
> If you do, please ask yourself. Why do others or I
> feel this way? Really
> what is there to feel ashamed of? Most of the people
> always have this fear
> of other peoples' opinions and comments. What would
> others say? They think
> and try to alter their own way of living, sometimes
> unnecessarily.
>
> What is worse is they try to change their own people
> too. And when they
> can't, they are ashamed, angry and apologetic to
> outsiders. In fact, these
> are the people who have no respect for others and no
> confidence in oneself.
> They try to copy others, try to be what they are
> not, and constantly ask for
> outsiders' approval for their behavior. They don't
> care about the feelings
> of their family members when they avoid or belittle
> them. They don't think
> how happy his or her family member would feel if
> he/she gets an opportunity
> to go to some swanky restaurant or a fun-filled
> party. Your spouse, your
> parents, your grandparents, your sibling, and your
> children: - All these
> people are depending on you for their happiness. if
> you don't fulfill their
> desires, who will?
>
> They are what they are. We are what we are. We
> don't have to change
> ourselves to please strangers. And if you do, you
> are in for life long
> misery. In that case you would never dare taking
> your dhoti clad relative to
> a five star hotel. And your father would never sit
> amongst your friends and
> laugh his heart out over some funny incident."
>
> So, the moral is:"as long as it is not harming
> anyone (including you), be
> yourself in your own special way.
>
> And enjoy each and every moment passing away."

Quote:

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Nobody has a right to stop him from doing whatever he
feels comfortable with, as long as it is not harmful to others.

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I think that bit was really beautiful! :)

And this one - is really hitting the nail on the head

Quote:

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They are what they are. We are what we are. We don't have to change ourselves to please strangers.

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Isnt it really absurd that we feel embarrassed by our kith and kin because of what strangers who we might never meet again might think of them?

If we are in the company of our friends, then they would understand, so there is nothing to feel embarrassed about.

If we are in the company of strangers, as the case in this anecdote, then who is more important - our own people or those strangers? Again, there is nothing to feel embarrassed about.


Thanks for sharing this, Mrs PP :)

:D

Who ever thinks that the bamboo is more beautiful than the oak, or the oak more valuable than the bamboo?
Do we think the oak wishes it had a hollow trunk like this bamboo?
Does the bamboo feel jealous of the oak because it is bigger and its leaves change color in the fall?
The very idea of the two trees comparing themselves to each other seems ridiculous, but we humans seem to find this habit very hard to break.
Let's face it, there is always going to be somebody who is more beautiful, more talented, stronger, more intelligent, or apparently happier than you are.
And conversely, there will always be those who are less than you in all these ways.
The way to find out who you are is not by comparing yourself with others, but by looking to see whether you are fulfilling your own potential in the best way you know how.

Have a nice day.

Subject: Something to think about

A 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each
morning by eight o'clock, with his hair fashionably coifed and shaved
perfectly, even though he is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today.
His wife of 70 years recently passed away,
making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the
lobby of the nursing home, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready.

As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description
of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on his
window.

"I love it," he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having
just been presented with a new puppy.

"Mr. Jones, you haven't seen the room; just wait."

"That doesn't have anything to do with it," he replied.

"Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room
or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged it's how I arrange my
mind. I already decided to love it. It's a decision I make every morning
when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the
difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out
of bed and be thankful for the ones that do."

Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I'll focus on the new day
and all the happy memories I've stored away. Just for this time in my life.

Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you've put; in. so,
my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account
of memories! Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. I am still
depositing."
Remember the five simple rules to be happy:

1. Free your heart from hatred.
2.. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5.Expect less

These tenses--past, present and future--are not the tenses of time; they are tenses of the mind.
That which is no longer before the mind becomes the past.
That which is before the mind is the present.
And that which is going to be before the mind is the future.
Past is that which is no longer before us.
Future is that which is not yet before us.
And present is that which is before us and is slipping out of our sight.
Soon it will be past.... If we don't cling to the past...because clinging to the past is absolute stupidity.
It is no longer there, so we are crying for spilled milk.
What is gone is gone!
And don't cling to the present because that is also going and soon it will be past.
Don't cling to the future--hopes, imaginations, plans for tomorrow--because tomorrow will become today, will become yesterday.
Everything is going to become yesterday.
Everything is going to go out of our hands.
Clinging will simply create misery.
We will have to let go.
Have a nice day.

A man feared his wife wasn't hearing as well as she used to and he thought she might need a hearing aid. Not quite sure how to approach her, he called the family Doctor to discuss the problem. The Doctor told him there is a simple informal test the husband could perform to give the Doctor a better idea about her hearing loss.

Here's what you do," said the Doctor, "stand about 40 feet away from her, and in a normal conversational speaking tone see if she hears you. If not, go to 30 feet, then 20 feet, and so on until you get a response."

That evening, the wife is in the kitchen cooking dinner, and he was in the den. He says to himself, "I'm about 40 feet away, let's see what happens." Then in a normal tone he asks, 'Honey, what's for dinner?"

No response.

So the husband moves to closer to the kitchen, about 30 feet from his wife and repeats, "Honey, what's for dinner?"

Still no response.

Next he moves into the dining room where he is about 20 feet from his wife and asks, Honey, what's for dinner?"

Again he gets no response so;

He walks up to the kitchen door, about 10 feet away. "Honey, what's for dinner?"

Again there is no response.

So he walks right up behind her. "Honey, what's for dinner?"

"James, for the FIFTH time I've said, CHICKEN!"

Moral of the story:

The problem may not be with the other one as we always think, could be very much within us..!

The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him.

Every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming. Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect himself from the elements, and to store his few possessions.

But then one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky.

The worst had happened, everything was lost. He was stunned with grief and anger. "God, how could you do this to me?" he cried.

Early the next day, however, he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue him.

"How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man to his rescuers.

"We saw your smoke signal," they replied.

How much do you make in an hour?
A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year-old son waiting for him at the door...

Son: "Daddy, may I ask you a question"

Daddy: "Yeah sure, what it is?"

Son: "Dad, how much do you make an hour"

Daddy: "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?"

Son: "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?"

Daddy: "I make Rs. 500 an hour"

"Oh", the little boy replied, with his head down.

Looking up, he said, "Dad, may I please borrow Rs. 300?"

The father was furious,
"if the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or other nonsense, then march yourself to your room and go to bed. Think why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior"

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.

The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions.

How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?

After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think:

"May be there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs. 300 and he really didn't ask for money very often!"

The man went to the door of little boy's room and opened the door.
"Are you asleep, son?" He asked.
"No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy.

"I've been thinking, may be I was too hard on you earlier", said the man,
"It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you.
Here's the Rs.300 you asked for"

The little boy sat straight up, smiling "oh thank you dad!" He yelled.

Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled some crippled up notes.
The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.

The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at his father.

"Why do you want money if you already had some?" the father grumbled.

"Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied.
"Daddy I have Rs. 500 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you"




MORAL
It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life.
We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.

If we die tomorrow,the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days.

But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.
And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family....

:shock: :roll: :confused2: :huh:



No one has ever challenged it except Prof. P. N. Oak, who believes the
whole world has been duped. In his book Taj Mahal: The True Story, Oak says theTaj Mahal is not Queen Mumtaz's tomb but an ancient Hindu temple palace of Lord Shiva (then known as Tejo Mahalaya ) . In the course of his research Oak discovered that the Shiva temple palace was usurped by Shah Jahan from then Maharaja of Jaipur, Jai Singh. In his own court chronicle, Badshahnama,Shah Jahan admits that an exceptionally beautiful grand mansion in Agra was taken from Jai SIngh for Mumtaz's burial . The ex-Maharaja of Jaipur still retains in his secret collection two orders from Shah Jahan for surrendering the Taj building. Using captured temples and mansions, as a burial place for dead courtiers and royalty was a common practice among Muslim rulers. For example, Humayun,Akbar, Etmud-ud-Daula and Safdarjung are all buried in such mansions. Oak's inquiries began with the name of Taj Mahal. He says
the term " Mahal " has never been used for a building in any Muslim countries from Afghanisthan to Algeria .. "The unusual explanation that the term Taj Mahal derives from Mumtaz Mahal was illogical in atleast two respects.

Firstly, her name was never Mumtaz Mahal but Mumtaz-ul-Zamani," he writes. Secondly, one cannot omit the first three letters 'Mum' from a woman's name to derive the remainder as the name for the building."Taj Mahal, he claims, is a corrupt version of Tejo Mahalaya, or Lord Shiva's Palace . Oak also says the love story of Mumtaz and Shah Jahan is a fairy tale cre ated by court sycophants, blundering historians and sloppy archaeologists Not a single royal chronicle of Shah Jahan's time corroborates the love story.

Furthermore, Oak cites several documents suggesting the Taj Mahal predates Shah Jahan's era, and was a temple dedicated to Shiva, worshipped by Rajputs of Agra city. For example, Prof. Marvin Miller of New York took a few samples from the riverside doorway of the Taj. Carbon dating tests revealed that the door was 300 years older than Shah Jahan. European traveler Johan Albert Mandelslo,who visited Agra in 1638 (only seven years after Mumtaz's death), describes the life of the cit y in his memoirs. But he makes no reference to the Taj Mahal being built. The writings of Peter Mundy, an English visitor to Agra within a year of Mumtaz's death, also suggest the Taj was a noteworthy building well before Shah Jahan's time.

Prof. Oak points out a number of design and architectural inconsistencies
that support the belief of the Taj Mahal being a typical Hindu temple
rather than a mausoleum. Many rooms in the Taj ! Mahal have remained sealed since Shah Jahan's time and are still inaccessible to the public . Oak asserts they contain a headless statue of Lord Shiva and other objects commonly used for worship rituals in Hindu temples Fearing political
backlash, Indira Gandhi's government t ried to have Prof. Oak's book
withdrawn from the bookstores, and threatened the Indian publisher of the first edition dire consequences . There is only one way to discredit or
validate Oak's research.
The current government should open the sealed rooms of the Taj Ma hal under U.N . supervision, and let international experts investigate.

Do circulate this to all you know and let them know about this reality.....

Dear Friends,
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has
been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since
his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be
remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:

Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
Why the early bird gets the worm;
Life isn't always fair; and

Maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more
than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in
charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but
overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 -year-old boy
charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended
from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for
reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job
that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly
children. It declined even further when schools were required to get
parental consent to administer sun lotion or a band-aid to a student; but
could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have
an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live when criminals received better
treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a
burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to
realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her
lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his
wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To
Blame, and I'm A Victim.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you
still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing

:clap:

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Originally Posted by pavalamani pragasam

ubject: something to think about

> "An old man, staying in a small south Indian town
> came to visit his son in
> Bombay recently. The son in his early thirties is a
> successful businessman
> living with his wife and son. The father, having
> spent most of his life at
> his birthplace, hardly understands a splatter of
> Hindi or English, forget
> Marathi. But he doesn't care. 'I have come here to
> spend a few days with my
> son and his family. I don't have to go out and
> socialize with the city
> people,' he said.
>
> But the son is very excited about his father's rare
> visit to Bombay. He
> wants to make the best of it. He and his wife want
> to show him around the
> city. And yes, the son enjoys those evening hours
> too, when he and his
> father go out and sit in a good bar, sipping their
> favorite drink.
>
> Last week he was in a very good mood. 'Let's go to
> a five star hotel's bar
> tonight,' he told his father. It was a beautiful
> evening. Talking about
> everything under the sun they had a few drinks. As
> usual they were offered
> some salad, peanuts, wafers etc .as accompaniments
> with their drinks. The
> old man being almost toothless was not much
> interested in eating. But that
> day when they got up to leave, he simply took a
> handful of chana (roasted
> grams) and stuffed it in the fold of his dhoti. He
> might have thought about
> munching on them, sitting in the car, or whatever.
> Unfortunately while
> walking in the lobby, he missed a step and
> stumbled. Down he went,
> scattering the chana on the plush carpet. No
> problem .Now lets try to
> visualize this scenario. Someone else in his son's
> place would have been
> mortified, embarrassed to death. He might have
> cursed not his father but his
> own self for causing this awkward situation. 'Never
> again will I take my old
> man to such hotels', he would have vowed. No sir,
> not this son. Gently,
> with a smile, he helped his father get back on his
> feet. Instead of feeling
> irritated or angry, he was amused. He found the
> whole incident very funny.
> Laughing, they both went home and on the way they
> decided to return to the
> same place the following Sunday. The old man liked
> the place & the chana
> too. A son rises A few days back; at a friend's
> place they both described
> this event and made everybody laugh.
>
> Weren't you embarrassed? Somebody asked the son.
> 'Oh, come on now' replied
> the son. 'He is my father. He talks in his native
> language, prefers to wear
> a dhoti even to a posh city hotel, takes chana from
> the bar to eat later,
> does whatever he feels like.... So what? Why should
> I feel embarrassed with
> his nature and habits? Nobody has a right to stop
> him from doing whatever he
> feels comfortable with, as long as it is not harmful
> to others.'
>
> The son doesn't care what the staff in the hotel
> thought about that
> incident. He says 'they should be concerned only
> with their bills and tips.
> I am concerned about my father's happiness.' The
> wife too totally agrees
> with the husband on this issue. She feels there are
> enough other qualities
> in her father- in- law to feel proud of.
>
> Accept them .The above incident is not mentioned
> just to show the love and
> devotion of a son for his father. More than love it
> is a matter of
> understanding and a healthy respect for the other
> person's lifestyle. A
> seventy plus old man doesn't want to change his
> lifestyle now. He likes the
> way he eats or dresses or talks. In his eyes there
> is nothing wrong with the
> old ways of living. And the son says, "ok, fine.
> Every body has a right to
> live as per his wish. Now at his age, why should he
> be forced to learn to
> eat with a fork and knife, if he doesn't want to? I
> will feel bad if he is
> doing something morally wrong or indulging in some
> harmful activities. But
> otherwise it is fine. I am not going to try to
> change him at this stage. He
> is my father. I love him, respect him."
>
> Hey folks, can you think this way? So many times we
> see people getting
> embarrassed by the so-called unsophisticated
> behavior of their family
> members. They keep on apologizing about their lack
> of class and manners or
> about their drawbacks to outsiders. My wife can't
> speak proper English; she
> doesn't know what's happening in the world, so I
> avoid taking her out or
> introducing her to my friends and business
> associates... My parents can't
> eat with a spoon and fork, so I don't take them to
> restaurants.... My
> husband is working as an ordinary clerk, so I feel
> awkward when I introduce
> him to my rich friends. My brother is mentally
> challenged, so I don't feel
> like going out with him... Are you plagued with such
> thoughts or do you meet
> such people who think alike?
>
> If you do, please ask yourself. Why do others or I
> feel this way? Really
> what is there to feel ashamed of? Most of the people
> always have this fear
> of other peoples' opinions and comments. What would
> others say? They think
> and try to alter their own way of living, sometimes
> unnecessarily.
>
> What is worse is they try to change their own people
> too. And when they
> can't, they are ashamed, angry and apologetic to
> outsiders. In fact, these
> are the people who have no respect for others and no
> confidence in oneself.
> They try to copy others, try to be what they are
> not, and constantly ask for
> outsiders' approval for their behavior. They don't
> care about the feelings
> of their family members when they avoid or belittle
> them. They don't think
> how happy his or her family member would feel if
> he/she gets an opportunity
> to go to some swanky restaurant or a fun-filled
> party. Your spouse, your
> parents, your grandparents, your sibling, and your
> children: - All these
> people are depending on you for their happiness. if
> you don't fulfill their
> desires, who will?
>
> They are what they are. We are what we are. We
> don't have to change
> ourselves to please strangers. And if you do, you
> are in for life long
> misery. In that case you would never dare taking
> your dhoti clad relative to
> a five star hotel. And your father would never sit
> amongst your friends and
> laugh his heart out over some funny incident."
>
> So, the moral is:"as long as it is not harming
> anyone (including you), be
> yourself in your own special way.
>
> And enjoy each and every moment passing away."

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very nice :thumbsup:

:ty:

An old man lived on a farm in the mountains of eastern Kentucky with his young grandson. Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading his Holy Book.

His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could. One day the grandson asked, "Baba, I try to read the Holy book just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Holy book do?"

The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied, "Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of water." The boy did as he was told,

but all the water leaked out before he got back to the house. The grandfather laughed and said, "You'll have to move a little faster next time," and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again.

This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get a bucket instead.

The old man said, "I don't want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You're just not trying hard enough," and he went out of the door to watch the boy try again.

At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak out before he got back o the house.

The boy again dipped the basket into river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty.

Out of breath, he said, "See Baba, it's useless!"

"So you think it is useless?" The old man said, "Look at the basket."

The boy looked at the basket and for the first time realized that the basket was different. It
had been transformed from a dirty old coal basket and was now clean, inside and out.

"Son, that's what happens when you read the Holy book. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be changed, inside and out. That is the work of God in our lives."

A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.

When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.
About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.

He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art." The young man held out this package. "I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this."

The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture.

"Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's
a gift."

The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.

The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.

On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. "We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?"

There was silence. Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, "We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one."

But the auctioneer persisted. "Will somebody bid for this painting. Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?"

Another voice angrily.. "We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!"

But still the auctioneer continued. "The son! The son! Who'll take the son?"

Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. "I'll give $10 for the painting." Being a poor ! man, it was all he could afford.

"We have $10, who will bid $20?"

"Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters."

"$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?"

The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son. They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections. The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!"

A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now let's get on with the collection!"

The auctioneer laid down his gavel. "I'm sorry, the auction is over."

"What about the paintings?"

"I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings."

Mr. Opus had jumped from the top of a ten story building intending to commit suicide. He left a note to that effect indicating his despondency.

As he fell past the ninth floor his life was interrupted by a shotgun blast passing through a window which killed him instantly. Neither the shooter nor the decedent was aware that a safety net had been installed just below at the eighth floor level to protect some building workers and that Ronald Opus would not have been able to complete his suicide the way he had planned.

"Ordinarily," Dr. Mills continued, "A person who sets out to commit suicide and ultimately succeeds, even though the mechanism might not be what he intended, is still defined as committing suicide."

That Mr. Opus was shot on the way to a certain death, but probably would not have been successful because of the safety net, caused the medical examiner to feel that he had a homicide on his hands.

The room on the ninth floor whence the shotgun blast emanated was occupied by an elderly man and his wife. They were arguing vigorously and he was threatening her with a shotgun. The man was so upset that when he pulled the trigger he completely missed his wife and the pellets went through the window striking Mr. Opus. When one intends to kill subject "A" but kills subject "B" in the attempt, one is guilty of the murder of subject "B."

When confronted with the murder charge the old man and his wife were both adamant. They both said they thought the shotgun was unloaded. The old man said it was his long standing habit to threaten his wife with the unloaded shotgun. He had no intention to murder her. Therefore the killing of Mr. Opus appeared to be an accident; that is, if the gun had been accidentally loaded.


The continuing investigation turned up a witness who saw the old couple's son loading the shotgun about six weeks prior to the fatal accident. It transpired that the old lady had cut off her son's financial support and the son, knowing the propensity of his father to use the shotgun threateningly, loaded the gun with the expectation that his father would shoot his mother. Since the loader of the gun was aware of this, he was guilty of the murder even though he didn't actually pull the trigger.

The case now becomes one of murder on the part of the son for the death of Ronald Opus. Now comes the exquisite twist.

Further investigation revealed that the son was, in fact, Ronald Opus. He had become increasingly despondent over the failure of his attempt to engineer his mother's murder. This led him to jump off the ten story building on March 23rd, only to be killed by a shotgun blast passing through the ninth story window.

The son had actually murdered himself so the medical examiner closed the case as a suicide.

Verdict: than vinai thannai chudum

[tscii]
WHAT IS LOVE?

Diane Ackerman said, "Everyone admits that love is wonderful and
necessary, yet no one agrees on just what it is." Over the years, I
have been learning what it is.

When I first got married, I wanted to show my love to my new wife. I
was drawn to romantic stories like one from the time of Oliver
Cromwell in England where a young soldier had been tried in military
court and sentenced to death. He was to be shot at the "ringing of
the curfew bell." His fiancée climbed up into the bell tower. Several
hours before curfew time and tied herself to bell's huge clapper. At
curfew time, when only muted sounds came out of the bell tower,
Cromwell demanded to know why the bell was not ringing. His soldiers
went to investigate and found the young woman cut and bleeding from
being knocked back and forth against the great bell. They brought her
down, and, the story goes, Cromwell was so impressed with her
willingness to suffer in this way on behalf of someone she loved that
he dismissed the soldier saying, "Curfew shall not ring tonight."

That must be love, I thought! That was the kind of commitment I
needed to make! I wanted to give my all. To tie myself to the bell
for her. To die, if necessary, for her. To sacrifice myself on the
altar of true love! I wanted her to know that I'd give it all up for
her.

But she never wanted me to die for her. Never! Clean the toilets,
maybe, but never die. My commitment was to be shown in household
chores! (I read that an exhaustive study showed that no woman ever
shot her husband while he was doing dishes. What a relief. Washing
dishes may lack inspiration, but it says "I love you" better than
roses...)

I was never called upon to tie myself to the bell. But I was still
called upon to show my love - in little ways, mostly.

I was needed to comfort her before we were married when the doctor
told her she could never have children; to hold her hand and tell her
I wanted her more than I wanted a family.

I was called upon to sit by her hospital bed after surgery and
encourage her.

I was called upon to hold her after her father died and let her cry.

I was also called upon to carve out alone time with her as often as
possible and to make sure my plans included her as well as me.

I was never needed to prove my undying love through a glorious act of
self-sacrifice. It was something I was required to do in little ways,
through one small act of kindness at a time.

And that, I've learned, is love.

A complaint was received by the Pontiac Division of General Motors:
'This is the second time I have written to you, and I don't blame you
for not answering me, because I sounded crazy, but it is a fact that we
have tradition in our family of Ice-Cream for dessert after dinner each
night, but the kind of ice cream varies so, every night, after we've
eaten, the whole family votes on which kind of ice cream we should have
and I drive down to the store to get it. It's also a fact that I
recently purchased a new Pontiac and since then my trips to the store
have created a problem..... You see, every time I buy a vanilla
ice-cream, when I start back from the store my car won't start. If I
get any other kind of ice cream, the car starts just fine. I want you
to know I'm serious about this question, no matter how silly it sounds'
"What is there about a Pontiac that makes it not start when I get
vanilla ice cream, and easy to start whenever I get any other kind?"

The Pontiac President was understandably skeptical about the letter, but sent an Engineer to check it out anyway.

The
latter was surprised to be greeted by a successful, obviously well
educated man in a fine neighborhood. He had arranged to meet the man
just after dinner time, so the two hopped into the car and drove to the
ice cream store. It was vanilla ice cream that night and, sure enough,
after they came back to the car, it wouldn't start.

The Engineer returned for three more nights. The first night,
they got chocolate. The car started. The second night, he got
strawberry. The car started. The third night he ordered vanilla. The
car failed to start.
Now
the engineer, being a logical man, refused to believe that this man's
car was allergic to vanilla ice cream. He arranged, therefore, to
continue his visits for as long as it took to solve the problem. And
toward this end he began to take notes:

He jotted down all sorts of data: time of day, type of gas
uses, time to drive back and forth etc. In a short time, he had a clue:
the man took less time to buy vanilla than any other flavor. Why? The
answer was in the layout of the store. Vanilla, being the most popular
flavor, was in a separate case at the front of the store for quick
pickup.
All the other flavors were kept in the back of the store at a
different counter where it took considerably longer to check out the
flavor. Now, the question for the Engineer was why the car wouldn't
start when it took less time. Eureka - Time was now the problem - not
the vanilla ice cream!!!!

The engineer quickly came up with the answer: "vapour lock".

It
was happening every night; but the extra time taken to get the other
flavors allowed the engine to cool down sufficiently to start. When the
man got vanilla, the engine was still too hot for the vapour lock to
dissipate.

Remember: Even crazy looking problems are sometimes real and
all problems seem to be simple only when we find the solution with cool
thinking.

Don't just say its "IMPOSSIBLE" without putting a
sincere effort.... Observe the word "IMPOSSIBLE" carefully... . Looking
closer you will see, "I'M POSSIBLE"...

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Originally Posted by NOV

Don't just say its "IMPOSSIBLE" without putting a
sincere effort.... Observe the word "IMPOSSIBLE" carefully... . Looking closer you will see, "I'M POSSIBLE"...

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Wonderful one, NOV! :thumbsup: :D

.
People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.

When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person.

1. When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed.
They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support,
to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually.

They may seem like a god send and they are.
They are there for the reason you need them to be.

Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time,
this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end.
Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away.
Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.
What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done.
The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.

2. Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn.
They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh.
They may teach you something you have never done.
They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.
Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.

3. LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon
in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson,
love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships
and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.

.

TAX:

Suppose that every day, ten men go out for beer and the bill for all ten comes to $100.

If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this:

The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing.
The fifth would pay $1.
The sixth would pay $3.
The seventh would pay $7.
The eighth would pay $12.
The ninth would pay $18.
The tenth man (the richest) would pay $59.

So, that's what they decided to do.

The ten men drank in the bar every day and seemed quite happy with the arrangement, until on day, the owner threw them a curve.

"Since you are all such good customers," he said, "I'm going to reduce the cost of your daily beer by $20."Drinks for the ten now cost just $80.

The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes so the first four men were unaffected. They would still drink for free. But what about the other six men - the paying customers? How could they divide the $20 windfall so that everyone would get his 'fair share?'

They realized that $20 divided by six is $3.33. But if they subtracted that from everybody's share, then the fifth man and the sixth man would each end up being paid to drink his beer.

So, the bar owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce each man's bill by roughly the same amount, and he proceeded to work out the amounts each should pay.

And so:

The fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (100% savings).
The sixth now paid $2 instead of $3 (33%savings).
The seventh now pay $5 instead of $7 (28%savings).
The eighth now paid $9 instead of $12 (25% savings).
The ninth now paid $14 instead of $18 (22% savings).
The tenth now paid $49 instead of $59 (16% savings).

Each of the six was better off than before. And the first four continued to drink for free. But once outside the restaurant, the men began to compare their savings.

"I only got a dollar out of the $20,"declared the sixth man. He pointed to the tenth man," but he got $10!"
"Yeah, that's right," exclaimed the fifth man. "I only saved a dollar, too. It's unfair that he got TEN times more than I!"
"That's true!!" shouted the seventh man. "Why should he get $10 back when I got only two? The wealthy get all the breaks!"
"Wait a minute," yelled the first four men in unison. "We didn't get anything at all. The system exploits the poor!"
The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.

The next night the tenth man didn't show up for drinks, so the nine sat down and had beers without him. But when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered something important. They didn't have enough money between all of them for even half of the bill!

And that, boys and girls, journalists and college professors, is how our tax system works. The people who pay the highest taxes get the most benefit from a tax reduction. Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy, and they just may not show up anymore. In fact, they might start drinking overseas where the atmosphere is somewhat friendlier.

David R. Kamerschen, Ph.D.

Professor of Economics

University of Georgia

For those who understand, no explanation is needed. For those who do not understand, no explanation is possible.

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Originally Posted by Designer

.
People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.

When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person.

1. When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed.
They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support,
to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually.

They may seem like a god send and they are.
They are there for the reason you need them to be.

Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time,
this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end.
Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away.
Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.
What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done.
The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.

2. Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn.
They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh.
They may teach you something you have never done.
They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.
Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.

3. LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon
in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson,
love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships
and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.

.

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:( :cry: :) :D

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Originally Posted by Sanguine Sridhar

For those who understand, no explanation is needed. For those who do not understand, no explanation is possible.

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:exactly:

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Originally Posted by Sanguine Sridhar

And that, boys and girls, journalists and college professors, is how our tax system works. The people who pay the highest taxes get the most benefit from a tax reduction. Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy, and they just may not show up anymore. In fact, they might start drinking overseas where the atmosphere is somewhat friendlier.

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Very true... I now see more & more ppl who come under the higher tax brackets in India moving towards countries like Singapore where taxes are pretty reasonable... Mr.Ramesh Damani(stk investor) said in his recent chat on moneycontrol.com that one of his friend(who is into stock investments too) has moved to SG recently to cutback on taxes... It's very easy to setup companies here & such ppl with huge money in their portfolio can very easily setup a pvt firm here... their tax liability will thus reduce considerably...

Subject: Family Problem

Two men, one American and an Indian were sitting in a bar drinking shot after shot. The Indian man said to the American," You know my parents are forcing me to get married to this so called homely girl from a village whom I haven't even met once. We call this arranged marriage. I don't want to marry a woman whom I don't love...I told them that openly and now have a hell lot of family problems."

The American said, "Talking about love marriages... I'll tell you my story.

I married a widow whom I deeply loved and dated for 3 years. "After a couple of years, my father fell in love with my step-daughter and so my father became my son-in-law and I became my father's father-in-law.

My daughter is my mother and my wife my grandmother. More problems occurred when I had a son. My son is my father's brother and so he my uncle. Situations turned worse when my father had a son. Now my father's son i.e. my brother is my grandson. Ultimately, I have become my own grand father and I am my own grandson.

And you say you have family problems.... Give me a break!!"

Once PVNR (PV Narasimha Rao), L.K.Advani and Laloo Prasad Yadav were
travelling in an autorickshaw. They met with an accident and all three of
them died.

Yama Raja was waiting for this moment at the doorstep of death.

He asks PVNR and Advani to go to HEAVEN.

But, for Laloo, Yama had already decided that he should be sent to HELL.
Laloo is not at all happy with this decision.

He asks Yama as to why this discrimination is being made. All the three of
them had served the public. Similarly, all took bribes, all misused public
positions, etc.

Then why the differential treatment?

He felt that there should be a formal test or an objective evaluation before
a decision is made; and should not be just based on opinion or pre-conceived
notions.

Yama agrees to this and asks all the three of them to appear for an English
test.

PVNR is asked to spell "INDIA" and he does it correctly.

Advani is asked to spell " ENGLAND" and he too passes.

It is Laloo's turn and he is asked to spell " CZECHOSLOVAKIA"

Laloo protests that he doesn't know English.

He says this is not fair and that he was given a tough question and thus
forced to fail with false intent.


Yama then agrees to conduct a written test in Hindi (to give another chance
assuming that Laloo should at least feel that Hindi would provide an equal
platform for all three).

PVNR is asked to write "KUTTA BOLA BHOW BHOW". He writes it easily and
passes.

Advani is asked to write "BILLY BOLI MYAUN MYAUN". He too passes.

Laloo is asked to write "BANDAR BOLA GURRRRRR.... ."
Tough one. He fails again.

Laloo is extremely unhappy.

Having been a student of history (which the other two weren't),he now
requested for all the 3 to be subjected to a test in history

Yama says OK but this would be the last chance and that he would not take
any more tests.

PVNR is asked: "When did India get Independence? ". He replied "1947" and
passed.

Advani is asked "How many people died during the independence struggle?".

He gets nervous. Yama asked him to choose from 3 options: 100,000 or 200,000
or 300,000.
Advani catches it and says 200,000 and passes.

It's Laloo's turn now.
'
'
'
Yama asks him to give the Name and Address of each of the 200,000 who died
in the struggle.
Laloo accepts defeat and agrees to go to HELL.

Moral of the story: IF YOUR MANAGEMENT HAS DECIDED TO SCREW YOU, THERE IS NO ESCAPE

PP amma :lol: :rotfl:

Subject: Difference between appraisal and resignation



what are you thinking about this appraisal let's read
conversation.............



A newly joined trainee engineer asks his boss "what is the meaning of
appraisal?"

Boss: "Do you know the meaning of resignation? "

Trainee: "Yes I do"

Boss: "So let me make you understand what a appraisal is by comparing it
with resignation"

Comparison study: Appraisal and Resignation



Appraisal

Resignation

In appraisal meeting they will speak only about your weakness, errors
and failures.

In resignation meeting they will speak only about your strengths, past
achievements and success.

In appraisal you may need to cry and beg for even 10% hike.

In resignation you can easily demand (or get even without asking) more
than 50-60% hike.

During appraisal, they will deny promotion saying you didn't meet the
expectation, you don't have leadership qualities, and you had several
drawbacks in our objective/goal.

During resignation, they will say you are the core member of team; you
are the vision of the company how can you go, you have to take the
project in shoulder and lead your juniors to success.

There is 90% chance for not getting any significant incentives after
appraisal.

There is 90% chance of getting immediate hike after you put the
resignation.


Trainee: "Yes boss enough, now I understood my future. For an appraisal
I will have to resign ... !!!"

:lol:

Jobs....:roll: :sigh2:

:P

There was a millionaire who was bothered by severe eye pain.

He consulted so many physicians and was getting his treatment done. He did not stop consulting galaxy of medical experts; he consumed heavy loads of drugs and underwent hundreds of injections.

But the ache persisted with great vigour than before. At last a monk who has supposed to be an expert in treating such patients was called for by the millionaire.

The monk understood his problem and said that for sometime he should concentrate only on green colors and not to fall his eyes on any other colors.

The millionaire got together a group of painters and purchased barrels of green color and directed that every object his eye was likely to fall to be painted in green color just as the monk had directed.

When the monk came to visit him after few days, the millionaire' s servants ran with buckets of green paints and poured on him since he was in red dress, lest their master not see any other color and his eye ache would come back.

Hearing this monk laughed said "If only you had purchased a pair of green spectacles, worth just a few dollars, you could have saved these walls and trees and pots and all other articles and also could have saved a large share of his fortune".

SPECIAL GROCERY LIST !!!


Louise Redden, a poorly dressed lady with a look of defeat on her face, walked into a grocery store.

She approached the owner of the store in a most humble manner and asked if he would let her charge a few groceries. She softly explained that her husband was very ill and unable to work, they had seven children and they needed food.

John Longhouse, the grocer, scoffed at her and asked her to leave his store at once.

Because of her family needs, she said: "Please, sir! I will bring you the money just as soon as I can."

John told her he could not give her credit.

Standing beside the counter was a customer who overheard the conversation. The customer told the grocer that he would stand good for whatever she needed.

The grocer said in a very reluctant voice, "Do you have a grocery list?"

Louise replied, "Yes sir." "O.K" he said, "put your grocery list on the scales and whatever your grocery list weighs, I will give you that amount in groceries."

Louise, hesitated a moment with a bowed head, then she reached into her purse and took out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it. She then laid the piece of paper on the scale carefully with her head still bowed.

The eyes of the grocer and the customer showed amazement when the scales went down and stayed down.

The grocer, staring at the scales, turned slowly to the customer and said begrudgingly, "I can't believe it."

The customer smiled and the grocer started putting the groceries on the other side of the scales. The scale did not
balance so he continued to put more and more groceries on them until the scales would hold no more. The grocer stood there in utter disgust. Finally, he grabbed the piece of paper from the scales and looked at it with greater amazement.

It was not a grocery list, it was a prayer, which said: "Dear Lord, you know my needs and I am leaving this in your hands."

The grocer gave her the groceries that he had gathered and stood in stunned silence.

Louise thanked him and left the store. The other customer handed a fifty-dollar bill to the grocer and said; "It was worth every penny of it .. Only God Knows how much a prayer weighs."

THE POWER OF PRAYER: When you receive this, say a prayer. That's all you have to do.

Just stop right now, and say a prayer of thanks for your own good fortune.

I believe if you will send this prayer in faith, you will receive what you need God to do in your and your families' life

Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards.

:)

Good one PP ma'm! :D