http://www.new.dli.ernet.in/
Digital Library of India
Lots of books by Indian authors...its a treasure trove.
The mission is to create a portal for the Digital Library of India which will foster creativity and free access to all human knowledge. As a first step in realizing this mission, it is proposed to create the Digital Library with a free-to-read, searchable collection of one million books, predominantly in Indian languages, available to everyone over the Internet. This portal will also become an aggregator of all the knowledge and digital contents created by other digital library initiatives in India. Very soon we expect that this portal would provide a gateway to Indian Digital Libraries in science, arts, culture, music, movies, traditional medicine, palm leaves and many more. The result will be a unique resource accessible to anyone in the world 24x7, without regard to socioeconomic background or nationality.
Interesting thing I found....
Re: Interesting thing I found....
Thanks puneets. Cyrus is great. I wish our politicians, sports adminstrators and the cricket team watch this.
Re: Interesting thing I found....
Warren Buffet
Thought I'd share this interesting clip with you all............
There was a one hour interview on CNBC with Warren Buffet, the second
richest man who has donated $31 billion to charity. Here are some very
interesting aspects of his life:
1) He bought his first share at age 11 and he now regrets that he
started too late!
2) He bought a small farm at age 14 with savings from delivering
newspapers.
3) He still lives in the same small 3 bedroom house in mid-town Omaha
that he bought after he got married 50 years ago. He says that he has
everything he needs in that house. His house does not have a wall or a
fence.
4) He drives his own car everywhere and does not have a driver or
security people around him.
5) He never travels by private jet, although he owns the world's largest
private jet company.
6) His company, Berkshire Hathaway, owns 63 companies. He writes only
one letter each year to the CEOs of these companies, giving them goals
for the year. He never holds meetings or calls them on a regular basis.
7) He has given his CEO's only two rules. *Rule number 1: do not lose
any of your share holder's money. Rule number 2: Do not forget rule
number 1.*
8) He does not socialize with the high society crowd. His past time
after he gets home is to make himself some pop corn and watch
television.
9) Bill Gates, the world's richest man met him for the first time only 5
years ago. Bill Gates did not think he had anything in common with
Warren Buffet. So he had scheduled his meeting only for half hour. But
when Gates met him, the meeting lasted for ten hours and Bill Gates
became a devotee of Warren Buffet.
10) Warren Buffet does not carry a cell phone, nor has a computer on his
desk.
11) His advice to young people: *Stay away from credit cards* and invest
in yourself.
Thought I'd share this interesting clip with you all............
There was a one hour interview on CNBC with Warren Buffet, the second
richest man who has donated $31 billion to charity. Here are some very
interesting aspects of his life:
1) He bought his first share at age 11 and he now regrets that he
started too late!
2) He bought a small farm at age 14 with savings from delivering
newspapers.
3) He still lives in the same small 3 bedroom house in mid-town Omaha
that he bought after he got married 50 years ago. He says that he has
everything he needs in that house. His house does not have a wall or a
fence.
4) He drives his own car everywhere and does not have a driver or
security people around him.
5) He never travels by private jet, although he owns the world's largest
private jet company.
6) His company, Berkshire Hathaway, owns 63 companies. He writes only
one letter each year to the CEOs of these companies, giving them goals
for the year. He never holds meetings or calls them on a regular basis.
7) He has given his CEO's only two rules. *Rule number 1: do not lose
any of your share holder's money. Rule number 2: Do not forget rule
number 1.*
8) He does not socialize with the high society crowd. His past time
after he gets home is to make himself some pop corn and watch
television.
9) Bill Gates, the world's richest man met him for the first time only 5
years ago. Bill Gates did not think he had anything in common with
Warren Buffet. So he had scheduled his meeting only for half hour. But
when Gates met him, the meeting lasted for ten hours and Bill Gates
became a devotee of Warren Buffet.
10) Warren Buffet does not carry a cell phone, nor has a computer on his
desk.
11) His advice to young people: *Stay away from credit cards* and invest
in yourself.
Re: Interesting thing I found....
This puzzle is called Lateral Thinking...
Just Check This Out!!!!
Scroll down slowly and be honest to yourself.
Think like a wizard...........
man
1. ------------
board
Ans. = man overboard
Okay, let's see if you've got the hang of it.
stand
2. ------------
i
Ans. = I understand
OK.... Got the drift? Let's try a few now and see how
you fare.
3. /r/e/ a/d/i/n/g/
Ans. = reading between the lines
4. r
road
a
d
Ans. = cross roads
Not having a good day now, are you?
Redeem yourself.
5. cycle
cycle
cycle
Ans. = tricycle
Not easy to figure out ha!
0
6. ------------
M.D.
Ph.D.
Ans. = two degrees below zero
C'mon give it a little thought!!
knee
7. ------------
light
Ans. = neon light (knee-on-light)
You can prove you are smart by getting this one.
ground
8. ---------------
feet feet feet feet feet feet
Ans. = six feet underground
Oh no, not again!!
9. he's X himself
Ans. = he's by himself
Now u messing up big time.
10. ecnalg
Ans. = backward glance
Not even close!!
11. death ..... life
Ans. = life after death
Okay last chance ..................
12. THINK
Ans. = think big!!
And the last one is real fun to solve.......
13. ababaaabbbbaaaabbbbababaabbaaabbbb....
Ans. = long time no 'C' (see)
I did five correct
Just Check This Out!!!!
Scroll down slowly and be honest to yourself.
Think like a wizard...........
man
1. ------------
board
Ans. = man overboard
Okay, let's see if you've got the hang of it.
stand
2. ------------
i
Ans. = I understand
OK.... Got the drift? Let's try a few now and see how
you fare.
3. /r/e/ a/d/i/n/g/
Ans. = reading between the lines
4. r
road
a
d
Ans. = cross roads
Not having a good day now, are you?
Redeem yourself.
5. cycle
cycle
cycle
Ans. = tricycle
Not easy to figure out ha!
0
6. ------------
M.D.
Ph.D.
Ans. = two degrees below zero
C'mon give it a little thought!!
knee
7. ------------
light
Ans. = neon light (knee-on-light)
You can prove you are smart by getting this one.
ground
8. ---------------
feet feet feet feet feet feet
Ans. = six feet underground
Oh no, not again!!
9. he's X himself
Ans. = he's by himself
Now u messing up big time.
10. ecnalg
Ans. = backward glance
Not even close!!
11. death ..... life
Ans. = life after death
Okay last chance ..................
12. THINK
Ans. = think big!!
And the last one is real fun to solve.......
13. ababaaabbbbaaaabbbbababaabbaaabbbb....
Ans. = long time no 'C' (see)
I did five correct
Re: Interesting thing I found....
Two Words That Change Everything
"Sure, you've got regrets. But you can move on if you apply this magic
phrase. "
By Arthur Gordon
Nothing in life is more exciting and rewarding than the sudden flash of
insight that leaves you a changed person-not only changed but changed for
the better. Such moments are rare, certainly, but they come to all of us.
Sometimes from a book, a sermon, a line of poetry. Sometimes from a friend.
That wintry afternoon in Manhattan, waiting in the little French restaurant,
I was feeling frustrated and depressed. Because of several miscalculations
on my part, a project of considerable importance in my life had fallen
through. Even the prospect of seeing a dear friend (the Old Man, as I
privately and affectionately thought of him) failed to cheer me as it
usually did. I sat there frowning at the checkered tablecloth, chewing the
bitter cud of hindsight.
He came across the street, finally, muffled in his ancient overcoat,
shapeless felt hat pulled down over his bald head, looking more like an
energetic gnome than an eminent psychiatrist. His offices were nearby; I
knew he had just left his last patient of the day. He was close to eighty
but he still carried a full caseload, still acted as director of a large
foundation, still loved to escape to the golf course whenever he could.
By the time he came over and sat beside me, the waiter had brought his
invariable bottle of ale. I had not seen him for several months, but he
seemed as indestructible as ever. "Well, young man," he said without
preliminary, "what's troubling you?"
I had long since ceased to be surprised at his perceptiveness. So I
proceeded to tell him, at some length, just what was bothering me. With a
kind of melancholy pride, I tried to be very honest. I blamed no one else
for my disappointment, only myself. I analyzed the whole thing, all the bad
judgments, the false moves. I went on for perhaps fifteen minutes, while the
Old Man sipped his ale in silence.
When I finished, he put down his glass. "Come on," he said. "Let's go back
to my office."
"Your office? Did you forget something?'
"No," he said mildly. "I want your reaction to something. That's all."
A chill rain was beginning to fall outside, but his office was warm and
comfortable and familiar; book-lined walls, long leather couch, signed
photograph of Sigmund Freud, tape recorder by the window. His secretary had
gone home. We were alone.
The Old Man took a tape from a flat cardboard box and fitted it into the
machine. "On this tape," he said, "are three short recordings made by three
persons who came to me for help. They are not identified, of course. I want
you to listen to the recordings and see if you can pick out the two-word
phrase that is the common denominator in all three cases." He smiled. "Don't
look so puzzled. I have my reasons."
What the owners of the voices on the tape had in common, it seemed to me,
was unhappiness. The man who spoke first evidently had suffered some kind of
business loss or failure; he berated himself for not having worked harder,
for not having looked ahead. The woman who spoke next had never married
because of a sense of obligation to her widowed mother; she recalled
bitterly all the marital chances she had let go by. The third voice belonged
to a mother whose teenage son was in trouble with the police; she blamed
herself endlessly.
The Old Man switched off the machine and leaned back in his chair. "Six
times in those recordings a phrase is used that's full of a subtle poison.
Did you spot it? No? Well, perhaps that's because you used it three times
yourself down in the restaurant a little while ago." He picked up the box
that had held the tape and tossed it over to me. "There they are, right on
the label. The two saddest words in any language."
I looked down. Printed neatly in red ink were the words: IF ONLY.
"You'd be amazed," said the Old Man, "If you knew how many thousands of
times I've sat in this chair and listened to woeful sentences beginning with
those two words. *'If only,'* they say to me, 'I had done it differently-or
not done it at all. *If only* I hadn't lost my temper, said that cruel
thing, made that dishonest move, told that foolish lie. *If only *I had been
wiser, or more unselfish, or more self-controlled.' They go on and on until
I stop them. Sometimes I make them listen to the recordings you just heard.
*'If only,'* I say to them, 'you'd stop saying *if only,* we might begin to
get somewhere!'"
The Old Man stretched out his legs. "The trouble with *if only*," he said,
"is that it doesn't change anything. It keeps the person facing the wrong
way-backward instead of forward. It wastes time. In the end, if you let it
become a habit, it can become a real roadblock-an excuse for not trying
anymore.
"Now take your own case: Your plans didn't work out. Why? Because you made
certain mistakes. Well, that's all right: Everyone makes mistakes. Mistakes
are what we learn from. But when you were telling me about them, lamenting
this, regretting that, you weren't really learning from them."
"How do you know?" I said, a bit defensively.
"Because,"said the Old Man, "you never got out of the past tense. Not once
did you mention the future. And in a way-be honest, now!-you were enjoying
it. There's a perverse streak in all of us that makes us like to hash over
old mistakes. After all, when you relate the story of some disaster or
disappointment that has happened to you, you're still the chief character,
still in the center of the stage."
I shook my head ruefully. "Well, what's the remedy?"
"Shift the focus," said the Old Man promptly. "Change the key words and
substitute a phrase that supplies lift instead of creating drag."
"Do you have such a phrase to recommend?"
"Certainly. Strike out the words *'if only'*; substitute the phrase *next
time*."
"*Next time*?"
"That's right. I've seen it work minor miracles right here in this room. As
long as a patient keeps saying if only to me, he's in trouble. But when he
looks me in the eye and says next time, I know he's on his way to overcoming
his problem. It means he has decided to apply the lessons he has learned
from his experience, however grim or painful it may have been. It means he's
going to push aside the roadblock of regret, move forward, take action,
resume living. Try it yourself. You'll see."
My old friend stopped speaking. Outside, I could hear the rain whispering
against the windowpane. I tried sliding one phrase out of my mind and
replacing it with the other. It was fanciful, of course, but I could hear
the new words lock into place with an audible click.
"One last thing," the Old Man said. "Apply this little trick to things that
can still be remedied." From the bookcase behind him, he pulled out
something that looked like a diary. "Here's a journal kept a generation ago
by a woman who was a schoolteacher in my hometown. Her husband was a kind of
amiable ne'er-do-well, charming but totally inadequate as a provider. This
woman had to raise the children, pay the bills, keep the family together.
Her diary is full of angry references to Jonathan's weaknesses, Jonathan's
shortcomings, Jonathan's inadequacies.
"Then Jonathan died, and all the entries ceased except for one-years later.
Here it is: *Today I was made superintendent of schools, and I suppose I
should be very proud. But if I knew that Jonathan was out there somewhere
beyond the stars, and if I knew how to manage it, I would go to him tonight.
*"
The Old Man closed the book gently. "You see? What she's saying is, *if
only; if only I had accepted him, faults and all; if only I had loved him
while I could*." He put the book back on the shelf. "That's when those sad
words are the saddest of all: when it's too late to retrieve anything."
He stood up a bit stiffly. "Well, class dismissed. It has been good to see
you, young man. Always is. Now, if you will help me find a taxi, I probably
should be getting on home."
We came out of the building into the rainy night. I spotted a cruising cab
and ran toward it, but another pedestrian was quicker.
"My, my," said the Old Man *slyly.* "If only we had come down ten seconds
sooner, we'd have caught that cab, wouldn't we?"
I laughed and picked up the cue. "Next time I'll run faster."
"That's it," cried the Old Man, puffing his absurd hat down around his ears.
"That's it exactly!"
Another taxi slowed. I opened the door for him. He smiled and waved as it
moved away. I never saw him again. A month later, he died of a sudden heart
attack, in full stride, so to speak.
More than a year has passed since that rainy afternoon in Manhattan. But to
this day, whenever I find myself thinking *if only*, I change it to *next
time*. Then I wait for that almost-perceptible mental click. And when I hear
it, I think of the Old Man.
A small fragment of immortality, to be sure. But it's the kind he would have
wanted.
Let us all try implementing thsi and see if it impacts us !
"Sure, you've got regrets. But you can move on if you apply this magic
phrase. "
By Arthur Gordon
Nothing in life is more exciting and rewarding than the sudden flash of
insight that leaves you a changed person-not only changed but changed for
the better. Such moments are rare, certainly, but they come to all of us.
Sometimes from a book, a sermon, a line of poetry. Sometimes from a friend.
That wintry afternoon in Manhattan, waiting in the little French restaurant,
I was feeling frustrated and depressed. Because of several miscalculations
on my part, a project of considerable importance in my life had fallen
through. Even the prospect of seeing a dear friend (the Old Man, as I
privately and affectionately thought of him) failed to cheer me as it
usually did. I sat there frowning at the checkered tablecloth, chewing the
bitter cud of hindsight.
He came across the street, finally, muffled in his ancient overcoat,
shapeless felt hat pulled down over his bald head, looking more like an
energetic gnome than an eminent psychiatrist. His offices were nearby; I
knew he had just left his last patient of the day. He was close to eighty
but he still carried a full caseload, still acted as director of a large
foundation, still loved to escape to the golf course whenever he could.
By the time he came over and sat beside me, the waiter had brought his
invariable bottle of ale. I had not seen him for several months, but he
seemed as indestructible as ever. "Well, young man," he said without
preliminary, "what's troubling you?"
I had long since ceased to be surprised at his perceptiveness. So I
proceeded to tell him, at some length, just what was bothering me. With a
kind of melancholy pride, I tried to be very honest. I blamed no one else
for my disappointment, only myself. I analyzed the whole thing, all the bad
judgments, the false moves. I went on for perhaps fifteen minutes, while the
Old Man sipped his ale in silence.
When I finished, he put down his glass. "Come on," he said. "Let's go back
to my office."
"Your office? Did you forget something?'
"No," he said mildly. "I want your reaction to something. That's all."
A chill rain was beginning to fall outside, but his office was warm and
comfortable and familiar; book-lined walls, long leather couch, signed
photograph of Sigmund Freud, tape recorder by the window. His secretary had
gone home. We were alone.
The Old Man took a tape from a flat cardboard box and fitted it into the
machine. "On this tape," he said, "are three short recordings made by three
persons who came to me for help. They are not identified, of course. I want
you to listen to the recordings and see if you can pick out the two-word
phrase that is the common denominator in all three cases." He smiled. "Don't
look so puzzled. I have my reasons."
What the owners of the voices on the tape had in common, it seemed to me,
was unhappiness. The man who spoke first evidently had suffered some kind of
business loss or failure; he berated himself for not having worked harder,
for not having looked ahead. The woman who spoke next had never married
because of a sense of obligation to her widowed mother; she recalled
bitterly all the marital chances she had let go by. The third voice belonged
to a mother whose teenage son was in trouble with the police; she blamed
herself endlessly.
The Old Man switched off the machine and leaned back in his chair. "Six
times in those recordings a phrase is used that's full of a subtle poison.
Did you spot it? No? Well, perhaps that's because you used it three times
yourself down in the restaurant a little while ago." He picked up the box
that had held the tape and tossed it over to me. "There they are, right on
the label. The two saddest words in any language."
I looked down. Printed neatly in red ink were the words: IF ONLY.
"You'd be amazed," said the Old Man, "If you knew how many thousands of
times I've sat in this chair and listened to woeful sentences beginning with
those two words. *'If only,'* they say to me, 'I had done it differently-or
not done it at all. *If only* I hadn't lost my temper, said that cruel
thing, made that dishonest move, told that foolish lie. *If only *I had been
wiser, or more unselfish, or more self-controlled.' They go on and on until
I stop them. Sometimes I make them listen to the recordings you just heard.
*'If only,'* I say to them, 'you'd stop saying *if only,* we might begin to
get somewhere!'"
The Old Man stretched out his legs. "The trouble with *if only*," he said,
"is that it doesn't change anything. It keeps the person facing the wrong
way-backward instead of forward. It wastes time. In the end, if you let it
become a habit, it can become a real roadblock-an excuse for not trying
anymore.
"Now take your own case: Your plans didn't work out. Why? Because you made
certain mistakes. Well, that's all right: Everyone makes mistakes. Mistakes
are what we learn from. But when you were telling me about them, lamenting
this, regretting that, you weren't really learning from them."
"How do you know?" I said, a bit defensively.
"Because,"said the Old Man, "you never got out of the past tense. Not once
did you mention the future. And in a way-be honest, now!-you were enjoying
it. There's a perverse streak in all of us that makes us like to hash over
old mistakes. After all, when you relate the story of some disaster or
disappointment that has happened to you, you're still the chief character,
still in the center of the stage."
I shook my head ruefully. "Well, what's the remedy?"
"Shift the focus," said the Old Man promptly. "Change the key words and
substitute a phrase that supplies lift instead of creating drag."
"Do you have such a phrase to recommend?"
"Certainly. Strike out the words *'if only'*; substitute the phrase *next
time*."
"*Next time*?"
"That's right. I've seen it work minor miracles right here in this room. As
long as a patient keeps saying if only to me, he's in trouble. But when he
looks me in the eye and says next time, I know he's on his way to overcoming
his problem. It means he has decided to apply the lessons he has learned
from his experience, however grim or painful it may have been. It means he's
going to push aside the roadblock of regret, move forward, take action,
resume living. Try it yourself. You'll see."
My old friend stopped speaking. Outside, I could hear the rain whispering
against the windowpane. I tried sliding one phrase out of my mind and
replacing it with the other. It was fanciful, of course, but I could hear
the new words lock into place with an audible click.
"One last thing," the Old Man said. "Apply this little trick to things that
can still be remedied." From the bookcase behind him, he pulled out
something that looked like a diary. "Here's a journal kept a generation ago
by a woman who was a schoolteacher in my hometown. Her husband was a kind of
amiable ne'er-do-well, charming but totally inadequate as a provider. This
woman had to raise the children, pay the bills, keep the family together.
Her diary is full of angry references to Jonathan's weaknesses, Jonathan's
shortcomings, Jonathan's inadequacies.
"Then Jonathan died, and all the entries ceased except for one-years later.
Here it is: *Today I was made superintendent of schools, and I suppose I
should be very proud. But if I knew that Jonathan was out there somewhere
beyond the stars, and if I knew how to manage it, I would go to him tonight.
*"
The Old Man closed the book gently. "You see? What she's saying is, *if
only; if only I had accepted him, faults and all; if only I had loved him
while I could*." He put the book back on the shelf. "That's when those sad
words are the saddest of all: when it's too late to retrieve anything."
He stood up a bit stiffly. "Well, class dismissed. It has been good to see
you, young man. Always is. Now, if you will help me find a taxi, I probably
should be getting on home."
We came out of the building into the rainy night. I spotted a cruising cab
and ran toward it, but another pedestrian was quicker.
"My, my," said the Old Man *slyly.* "If only we had come down ten seconds
sooner, we'd have caught that cab, wouldn't we?"
I laughed and picked up the cue. "Next time I'll run faster."
"That's it," cried the Old Man, puffing his absurd hat down around his ears.
"That's it exactly!"
Another taxi slowed. I opened the door for him. He smiled and waved as it
moved away. I never saw him again. A month later, he died of a sudden heart
attack, in full stride, so to speak.
More than a year has passed since that rainy afternoon in Manhattan. But to
this day, whenever I find myself thinking *if only*, I change it to *next
time*. Then I wait for that almost-perceptible mental click. And when I hear
it, I think of the Old Man.
A small fragment of immortality, to be sure. But it's the kind he would have
wanted.
Let us all try implementing thsi and see if it impacts us !
-
puneets
- Member
- Posts: 3823
- Joined: Mon Jul 25, 2005 5:57 pm
- Please enter the middle number: 1
- Location: US
Re: Interesting thing I found....
Gold Sport ad from early 80s.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ReWZ-7E0oEM
Hamara Bajaj ('89) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oWFSG0YL_mM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ReWZ-7E0oEM
Hamara Bajaj ('89) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oWFSG0YL_mM
Last edited by puneets on Fri Dec 15, 2006 4:42 am, edited 1 time in total.
Re: Interesting thing I found....
Very nice puneet!! I don't remember the Gold Spot ad but clearly remember the hamara bajaj ad..thanks for sharing.
-
puneets
- Member
- Posts: 3823
- Joined: Mon Jul 25, 2005 5:57 pm
- Please enter the middle number: 1
- Location: US
Re: Interesting thing I found....
did you guys notice the girl in Gold Sport commercial (in the later part) ?
Kitu Gidwani
Kitu Gidwani
-
sanjay5goel
- Member
- Posts: 483
- Joined: Wed Mar 02, 2005 9:56 pm
- Please enter the middle number: 1
- Location: Bedford, TX US
Re: Interesting thing I found....
Yes, it is Kitu Gidwani of "Air Hostess" TV Serial fame.puneets wrote:
did you guys notice the girl in Gold Sport commercial (in the later part) ?
Kitu Gidwani
Thanks for sharing.
Sanjay
Re: Interesting thing I found....
Management Lessons
It's a fine sunny day in the forest and a lion is sitting outside his cave, lying lazily in the sun. Along comes a fox, out on a walk.
Fox: "Do you know the time, because my watch is broken"
Lion: "Oh, I can easily fix the watch for you"
Fox: "Hmm... But it's a very complicated mechanism, and your big claws will only destroy it even more“
Lion: "Oh no, give it to me, and it will be fixed"
Fox: "That's ridiculous! Any fool knows that lazy lions with great claws cannot fix complicated watches"
Lion: "Sure they do, give it to me and it will be fixed"
The lion disappears into his cave, and after a while he comes back with the watch which is running perfectly. The fox is impressed, and the lion continues to lie lazily in the sun, looking very pleased with himself.
Soon a wolf comes along and stops to watch the lazy lion in the sun.
Wolf: "Can I come and watch TV tonight with you, because mine is broken"
Lion: "Oh, I can easily fix your TV for you"
Wolf: "You don't expect me to believe such rubbish, do you? There is no way that a lazy lion with big claws can fix a complicated TV“
Lion: "No problem. Do you want to try it?"
The lion goes into his cave, and after a while comes back with a perfectly fixed TV. The wolf goes away happily and amazed.
Scene :
Inside the lion's cave. In one corner are half a dozen small and intelligent looking rabbits who are busily doing very complicated work with very detailed instruments. In the other corner lies a huge lion looking very pleased with himself.
Moral : IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY A MANAGER IS FAMOUS; LOOK AT THE WORK OF HIS SUBORDINATES.
Management Lesson - In the context of the working world :
IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY SOMEONE UNDESERVED IS PROMOTED; LOOK AT THE WORK OF HIS SUBORDINATES.
Story # 2
It's a fine sunny day in the forest and a rabbit is sitting outside his burrow, tippy-tapping on his typewriter. Along comes a fox, out for a walk.
Fox: "What are you working on?"Rabbit: "My thesis."
Fox: "Hmm... What is it about?"Rabbit: "Oh, I'm writing about how rabbits eat foxes."
Fox: "That's ridiculous ! Any fool knows that rabbits don't eat foxes!"
Rabbit: "Come with me and I'll show you!"
They both disappear into the rabbit's burrow. After few minutes, gnawing on a fox bone, the rabbit returns to his typewriter and resumes typing.
Soon a wolf comes along and stops to watch the hardworking rabbit.
Wolf: "What's that you are writing?"
Rabbit: "I'm doing a thesis on how rabbits eat wolves."
Wolf: "you don't expect to get such rubbish published, do you?"
Rabbit: "No problem. Do you want to see why?"
The rabbit and the wolf go into the burrow and again the rabbit returns by himself, after a few minutes, and goes back to typing.
Finally a bear comes along and asks, "What are you doing?
Rabbit: "I'm doing a thesis on how rabbits eat bears."
Bear: "Well that's absurd ! "
Rabbit: "Come into my home and I'll show you"
Scene :
As they enter the burrow, the rabbit introduces the bear to the lion.
Moral:
IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW SILLY YOUR THESIS TOPIC IS; WHAT MATTERS IS WHOM YOU HAVE AS A SUPERVISOR.
Management Lesson
In the context of the working world:
IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW BAD YOUR PERFORMANCE IS; WHAT MATTERS IS WHETHER YOUR BOSS LIKES YOU OR NOT.
It's a fine sunny day in the forest and a lion is sitting outside his cave, lying lazily in the sun. Along comes a fox, out on a walk.
Fox: "Do you know the time, because my watch is broken"
Lion: "Oh, I can easily fix the watch for you"
Fox: "Hmm... But it's a very complicated mechanism, and your big claws will only destroy it even more“
Lion: "Oh no, give it to me, and it will be fixed"
Fox: "That's ridiculous! Any fool knows that lazy lions with great claws cannot fix complicated watches"
Lion: "Sure they do, give it to me and it will be fixed"
The lion disappears into his cave, and after a while he comes back with the watch which is running perfectly. The fox is impressed, and the lion continues to lie lazily in the sun, looking very pleased with himself.
Soon a wolf comes along and stops to watch the lazy lion in the sun.
Wolf: "Can I come and watch TV tonight with you, because mine is broken"
Lion: "Oh, I can easily fix your TV for you"
Wolf: "You don't expect me to believe such rubbish, do you? There is no way that a lazy lion with big claws can fix a complicated TV“
Lion: "No problem. Do you want to try it?"
The lion goes into his cave, and after a while comes back with a perfectly fixed TV. The wolf goes away happily and amazed.
Scene :
Inside the lion's cave. In one corner are half a dozen small and intelligent looking rabbits who are busily doing very complicated work with very detailed instruments. In the other corner lies a huge lion looking very pleased with himself.
Moral : IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY A MANAGER IS FAMOUS; LOOK AT THE WORK OF HIS SUBORDINATES.
Management Lesson - In the context of the working world :
IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY SOMEONE UNDESERVED IS PROMOTED; LOOK AT THE WORK OF HIS SUBORDINATES.
Story # 2
It's a fine sunny day in the forest and a rabbit is sitting outside his burrow, tippy-tapping on his typewriter. Along comes a fox, out for a walk.
Fox: "What are you working on?"Rabbit: "My thesis."
Fox: "Hmm... What is it about?"Rabbit: "Oh, I'm writing about how rabbits eat foxes."
Fox: "That's ridiculous ! Any fool knows that rabbits don't eat foxes!"
Rabbit: "Come with me and I'll show you!"
They both disappear into the rabbit's burrow. After few minutes, gnawing on a fox bone, the rabbit returns to his typewriter and resumes typing.
Soon a wolf comes along and stops to watch the hardworking rabbit.
Wolf: "What's that you are writing?"
Rabbit: "I'm doing a thesis on how rabbits eat wolves."
Wolf: "you don't expect to get such rubbish published, do you?"
Rabbit: "No problem. Do you want to see why?"
The rabbit and the wolf go into the burrow and again the rabbit returns by himself, after a few minutes, and goes back to typing.
Finally a bear comes along and asks, "What are you doing?
Rabbit: "I'm doing a thesis on how rabbits eat bears."
Bear: "Well that's absurd ! "
Rabbit: "Come into my home and I'll show you"
Scene :
As they enter the burrow, the rabbit introduces the bear to the lion.
Moral:
IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW SILLY YOUR THESIS TOPIC IS; WHAT MATTERS IS WHOM YOU HAVE AS A SUPERVISOR.
Management Lesson
In the context of the working world:
IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW BAD YOUR PERFORMANCE IS; WHAT MATTERS IS WHETHER YOUR BOSS LIKES YOU OR NOT.
Re: Interesting thing I found....
ATM INFO
I am not sure about other countries, but it works in India. This mail has been originated by DCP Pune, Kishor Jadhav and my friend has personally confirmed from Citibank helpdesk. Take care.
ATM PIN NUMBER REVERSAL (GOOD TO KNOW)
If you should ever be forced by a robber to withdraw money from an ATM
machine, you can notify the police by entering your Pin # in reverse.
For example if your pin number is 1234 then you would put in 4321. The
ATM recognizes that your pin number is backwards from the ATM card you
placed in the machine. The machine will still give you the money you requested, but unknown
to the robber, the police will be immediately dispatched to help you.
This information was recently broadcasted on TV and it states that it is seldom used because people don't know it exists.
Please pass this along to everyone possible.
Note : I have just been corrected by one banker that this not true>
I am not sure about other countries, but it works in India. This mail has been originated by DCP Pune, Kishor Jadhav and my friend has personally confirmed from Citibank helpdesk. Take care.
ATM PIN NUMBER REVERSAL (GOOD TO KNOW)
If you should ever be forced by a robber to withdraw money from an ATM
machine, you can notify the police by entering your Pin # in reverse.
For example if your pin number is 1234 then you would put in 4321. The
ATM recognizes that your pin number is backwards from the ATM card you
placed in the machine. The machine will still give you the money you requested, but unknown
to the robber, the police will be immediately dispatched to help you.
This information was recently broadcasted on TV and it states that it is seldom used because people don't know it exists.
Please pass this along to everyone possible.
Note : I have just been corrected by one banker that this not true>
Last edited by x_y_Z_a on Sun Dec 17, 2006 2:35 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Re: Interesting thing I found....
Clever use of Words
When Insults Had Class ............
"A modest little person, with much to be modest about." -
- Winston Churchill
"I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with
great pleasure."
- Clarence Darrow
"He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to
the dictionary."
- William Faulkner (about Ernest Hemingway)
"Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big
words?"
- Ernest Hemingway (about William Faulkner)
"Thank you for sending me a copy of your book ; I'll waste no time
reading it."
- Moses Hadas
"He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire."
- Winston Churchill
"He can compress the most words into the smallest idea of any man
I know."
- Abraham Lincoln
"I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it."
- Groucho Marx
"He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends."
- Oscar Wilde
"I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play,
bring a friend... if you have one."
- George Bernard Shaw to Winston Churchill
"Cannot possibly attend first night, will attend second... if
there is one."
- Winston Churchill, in reply
"I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I
approved of it."
- Mark Twain
=====================================
When Insults Had Class ............
"A modest little person, with much to be modest about." -
- Winston Churchill
"I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with
great pleasure."
- Clarence Darrow
"He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to
the dictionary."
- William Faulkner (about Ernest Hemingway)
"Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big
words?"
- Ernest Hemingway (about William Faulkner)
"Thank you for sending me a copy of your book ; I'll waste no time
reading it."
- Moses Hadas
"He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire."
- Winston Churchill
"He can compress the most words into the smallest idea of any man
I know."
- Abraham Lincoln
"I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it."
- Groucho Marx
"He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends."
- Oscar Wilde
"I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play,
bring a friend... if you have one."
- George Bernard Shaw to Winston Churchill
"Cannot possibly attend first night, will attend second... if
there is one."
- Winston Churchill, in reply
"I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I
approved of it."
- Mark Twain
=====================================
Re: Interesting thing I found....
The Secret of 11
The Secret behind the number 11 - Pretty Chilling
Read to the bottom. Try it out. I did and I was amazed.
If you are a sceptical person - still read on as it's actually very interesting!!
This is actually really freaky!! (Mainly the end part, but read it first)
1) New York City has 11 letters
2) Afghanistan has 11 letters.
3) Ramsin Yuseb has 11 letters. (The terrorist who threatened to destroy the Twin Towers in 1993)
4) George W Bush has 11 letters.
This could be a mere coincidence, but this gets interesting:
1) New York is the 11th state.
2) The first plane crashing against the Twin Towers was flight number 11.
3) Flight 11 was carrying 92 passengers. 9 + 2 = 11
4) Flight 77 which also hit Twin Towers, was carrying 65 passengers. 6+5 = 11
5) The tragedy was on September 11, or 9/11 as it is now known. 9 + 1+ 1 =11
6) The date is equal to the US emergency services telephone number 911.
9 + 1 + 1 = 11
Sheer coincidence..?! Read on and make up your own mind:
1) The total number of victims inside all the hi-jacked planes was 254.
2 + 5 + 4 = 11.
2) September 11 is day number 254 of the calendar year.
Again 2 + 5 + 4 = 11.
3) The Madrid bombing took place on 3/11/2004. 3 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 4 = 11.
4) The tragedy of Madrid happened 911 days after the Twin Towers incident.
Now this is where things get totally eerie:
The most recognized symbol for the US, after the Stars & Stripes, is the Eagle.
The following verse is taken from the Koran, the Islamic holy book:
"For it is written that a son of Arabia would awaken a fearsome Eagle. The
wrath of the Eagle would be felt throughout the lands of Allah while some
of the people trembled in despair still more rejoiced: for the wrath of the
Eagle cleansed the lands of Allah and there was peace."
That verse is number 9.11 of the Koran.
Unconvinced about all of this Still ..?!
Try this and see how you feel afterwards, it made my hair stand on end:
Open Microsoft Word and do the following:
1. Type in capitals Q33 NY. This is the flight number of the first plane to hit one of the Twin Towers.
2. Highlight the Q33 NY.
3. Change the font size to 48.
4. Change the actual font to the WINGDINGS 1
What do you think now?!!
The Secret behind the number 11 - Pretty Chilling
Read to the bottom. Try it out. I did and I was amazed.
If you are a sceptical person - still read on as it's actually very interesting!!
This is actually really freaky!! (Mainly the end part, but read it first)
1) New York City has 11 letters
2) Afghanistan has 11 letters.
3) Ramsin Yuseb has 11 letters. (The terrorist who threatened to destroy the Twin Towers in 1993)
4) George W Bush has 11 letters.
This could be a mere coincidence, but this gets interesting:
1) New York is the 11th state.
2) The first plane crashing against the Twin Towers was flight number 11.
3) Flight 11 was carrying 92 passengers. 9 + 2 = 11
4) Flight 77 which also hit Twin Towers, was carrying 65 passengers. 6+5 = 11
5) The tragedy was on September 11, or 9/11 as it is now known. 9 + 1+ 1 =11
6) The date is equal to the US emergency services telephone number 911.
9 + 1 + 1 = 11
Sheer coincidence..?! Read on and make up your own mind:
1) The total number of victims inside all the hi-jacked planes was 254.
2 + 5 + 4 = 11.
2) September 11 is day number 254 of the calendar year.
Again 2 + 5 + 4 = 11.
3) The Madrid bombing took place on 3/11/2004. 3 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 4 = 11.
4) The tragedy of Madrid happened 911 days after the Twin Towers incident.
Now this is where things get totally eerie:
The most recognized symbol for the US, after the Stars & Stripes, is the Eagle.
The following verse is taken from the Koran, the Islamic holy book:
"For it is written that a son of Arabia would awaken a fearsome Eagle. The
wrath of the Eagle would be felt throughout the lands of Allah while some
of the people trembled in despair still more rejoiced: for the wrath of the
Eagle cleansed the lands of Allah and there was peace."
That verse is number 9.11 of the Koran.
Unconvinced about all of this Still ..?!
Try this and see how you feel afterwards, it made my hair stand on end:
Open Microsoft Word and do the following:
1. Type in capitals Q33 NY. This is the flight number of the first plane to hit one of the Twin Towers.
2. Highlight the Q33 NY.
3. Change the font size to 48.
4. Change the actual font to the WINGDINGS 1
What do you think now?!!