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Saturday, October 31, 2009
AXE effect........!!!
Well to begin with, it started off being a wanderer. Originally an artist, wanting to do things in a scientific way. Normal to any growing up age, adventure, challenges, competition, decorated dresses, also couldn’t miss my attention. But as they say, forces lost the opportunity of my charm. Public schooling had already set in me the love for science, history & fabrics. Which are poles apart. Science took me to drug delivery systems and its pharmacokinestatics. But the friends & environment forced me towards business. I’ve been through many accidents, one of which landed me into education technologist job. Reason for being a child researcher. I’ve spent most of my service life working in that strange space where passion was never my profession. I’m passionate about the things that interest me like, what is the strength of an ant, why butterflies have different shades and colors, who am I, why somebody likes.......and plethora of other questions, which need my attention. I read voraciously and collect books as well, but only in specific genres. I’m passionate about my profession(s), both planned and accidental, Which is partly why I’m chairman of “The School Of Everything.”
Monday, October 26, 2009
Engineers Vs Doctors...Have Fun
Enjoy......7 Engineers and 7 Doctors are going from PUNE to Mumbai.
So both groups gather at Pune Station.
Both groups are desperately trying to prove their superiority.
SCENE 1 (PUNE- MUMBAI):
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7 engineers take only 1 Ticket and 7 doctors buy all 7 tickets...
Doctors are desperately waiting for TC to come......
When TC arrives,
All 7 Engineers get in one toilet so when TC knocks, one hand come out with the ticket and the TC goes away....
NOW on return Journey All of them don't get a direct Train to PUNE. So they all decide to take a Passenger till Lonavala, from there they can easily get a LOCAL to PUNE
SCENE 2 (MUMBAI - LONAVALA):
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Doctors decided, "this time we will prove that we too are equal".....All 7 Doctors take 1 Ticket, Engineers don't buy any ticket at all !!!!!..
TC arrives....
ALL DOCTORS IN ONE TOILET. ALL ENGINEERS IN THE OPPOSITE.
One engineer gets out and knocks the door of Doctors toilet, One hand comes with the ticket, he takes the ticket and comes in Eng. Bathroom...!
TC DRIVES out ALL the doctors from the toilet and they are heavily fined..
SCENE 3 (LONAVALA): !
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So now both the group are on LONAVALA station. Doctors planning their move for last chance, they board the local to Pune.
This time doctors decide that they will play the same (1 ticket) trick.
ALL Doctors take 1 ticket...
Engineers BUY all 7 tickets this time...
SO TC Comes.... All Engineers showed their tickets .................... ......
Doctors are still searching for toilet in the LOCAL train............!!
Conclusion: Technically intelligent people are geniuses, don't mess with Engineers.
Well to begin with, it started off being a wanderer. Originally an artist, wanting to do things in a scientific way. Normal to any growing up age, adventure, challenges, competition, decorated dresses, also couldn’t miss my attention. But as they say, forces lost the opportunity of my charm. Public schooling had already set in me the love for science, history & fabrics. Which are poles apart. Science took me to drug delivery systems and its pharmacokinestatics. But the friends & environment forced me towards business. I’ve been through many accidents, one of which landed me into education technologist job. Reason for being a child researcher. I’ve spent most of my service life working in that strange space where passion was never my profession. I’m passionate about the things that interest me like, what is the strength of an ant, why butterflies have different shades and colors, who am I, why somebody likes.......and plethora of other questions, which need my attention. I read voraciously and collect books as well, but only in specific genres. I’m passionate about my profession(s), both planned and accidental, Which is partly why I’m chairman of “The School Of Everything.”
Friday, October 23, 2009
Barbie getting old...so r others!
BARBIE DOLL has her 50th birthday this year.......
Tweety Bird is 60 years old!
And what about all our other ....
CHILDHOOD SUPERHEROES?
SUPERMAN
Thor
Wonder Woman (touch of menopause here I think?)
Batman and Robin
SPIDERMAN
"Life is short, break the rules, forgive sooner, love with true love, laugh without control and always keep smiling.
Maybe life is not the party that we were expecting, but in the mean time, we're here and we can still dance....."
Well to begin with, it started off being a wanderer. Originally an artist, wanting to do things in a scientific way. Normal to any growing up age, adventure, challenges, competition, decorated dresses, also couldn’t miss my attention. But as they say, forces lost the opportunity of my charm. Public schooling had already set in me the love for science, history & fabrics. Which are poles apart. Science took me to drug delivery systems and its pharmacokinestatics. But the friends & environment forced me towards business. I’ve been through many accidents, one of which landed me into education technologist job. Reason for being a child researcher. I’ve spent most of my service life working in that strange space where passion was never my profession. I’m passionate about the things that interest me like, what is the strength of an ant, why butterflies have different shades and colors, who am I, why somebody likes.......and plethora of other questions, which need my attention. I read voraciously and collect books as well, but only in specific genres. I’m passionate about my profession(s), both planned and accidental, Which is partly why I’m chairman of “The School Of Everything.”
An ode of English Plurals
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"Imagine life as a game in which you are juggling some five balls in the air.
You name them - work, family, health, friends and spirit and you're keeping all of these in the Air.
You will soon understand that work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will bounce back. But the other four Balls - Family, Health, Friends and Spirit - are made of glass. If you drop one of these; they will be irrevocably scuffed, marked, nicked, damaged or even shattered. They will never be the same.You must understand that and strive for it."-Bryan Dyson, CEO, Coka Cola
Well to begin with, it started off being a wanderer. Originally an artist, wanting to do things in a scientific way. Normal to any growing up age, adventure, challenges, competition, decorated dresses, also couldn’t miss my attention. But as they say, forces lost the opportunity of my charm. Public schooling had already set in me the love for science, history & fabrics. Which are poles apart. Science took me to drug delivery systems and its pharmacokinestatics. But the friends & environment forced me towards business. I’ve been through many accidents, one of which landed me into education technologist job. Reason for being a child researcher. I’ve spent most of my service life working in that strange space where passion was never my profession. I’m passionate about the things that interest me like, what is the strength of an ant, why butterflies have different shades and colors, who am I, why somebody likes.......and plethora of other questions, which need my attention. I read voraciously and collect books as well, but only in specific genres. I’m passionate about my profession(s), both planned and accidental, Which is partly why I’m chairman of “The School Of Everything.”
Noah's Ark
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ONE: Don't miss the boat.
TWO: Remember that we are all in the same boat!
THREE: Plan ahead. It wasn't raining when Noah built the Ark.
FOUR: Stay fit. When you're 60 years old, someone may ask you to do something really big.
FIVE: Don't listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be done.
SIX: Build your future on high ground.
SEVEN: For safety's sake, travel in pairs always in life.
EIGHT: Speed isn't always an advantage. The snails were on board with the cheetahs.
NINE: When you're stressed, float awhile..
TEN: Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic by professionals.
ELEVEN: No matter the storm, when you are with God, there's always a rainbow waiting.
Most people walk in and out of your life......but FRIENDS leave footprints in your heart.
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"Imagine life as a game in which you are juggling some five balls in the air.
You name them - work, family, health, friends and spirit and you're keeping all of these in the Air.
You will soon understand that work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will bounce back. But the other four Balls - Family, Health, Friends and Spirit - are made of glass. If you drop one of these; they will be irrevocably scuffed, marked, nicked, damaged or even shattered. They will never be the same.You must understand that and strive for it."-Bryan Dyson, CEO, Coka Cola
Well to begin with, it started off being a wanderer. Originally an artist, wanting to do things in a scientific way. Normal to any growing up age, adventure, challenges, competition, decorated dresses, also couldn’t miss my attention. But as they say, forces lost the opportunity of my charm. Public schooling had already set in me the love for science, history & fabrics. Which are poles apart. Science took me to drug delivery systems and its pharmacokinestatics. But the friends & environment forced me towards business. I’ve been through many accidents, one of which landed me into education technologist job. Reason for being a child researcher. I’ve spent most of my service life working in that strange space where passion was never my profession. I’m passionate about the things that interest me like, what is the strength of an ant, why butterflies have different shades and colors, who am I, why somebody likes.......and plethora of other questions, which need my attention. I read voraciously and collect books as well, but only in specific genres. I’m passionate about my profession(s), both planned and accidental, Which is partly why I’m chairman of “The School Of Everything.”
Monday, October 19, 2009
I Wanna Live long...Very Long...!!!
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Well to begin with, it started off being a wanderer. Originally an artist, wanting to do things in a scientific way. Normal to any growing up age, adventure, challenges, competition, decorated dresses, also couldn’t miss my attention. But as they say, forces lost the opportunity of my charm. Public schooling had already set in me the love for science, history & fabrics. Which are poles apart. Science took me to drug delivery systems and its pharmacokinestatics. But the friends & environment forced me towards business. I’ve been through many accidents, one of which landed me into education technologist job. Reason for being a child researcher. I’ve spent most of my service life working in that strange space where passion was never my profession. I’m passionate about the things that interest me like, what is the strength of an ant, why butterflies have different shades and colors, who am I, why somebody likes.......and plethora of other questions, which need my attention. I read voraciously and collect books as well, but only in specific genres. I’m passionate about my profession(s), both planned and accidental, Which is partly why I’m chairman of “The School Of Everything.”
Sunday, October 18, 2009
THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME.
A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.
"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said
"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.
Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.
"The box is gone," he said
"What box?" Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.
It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.
"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.
Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:
"Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most was...my time"
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.
"I need some time to spend with my son," he said.
"Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!"
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,"
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To everyone I send this to:
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.
"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said
"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.
Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.
"The box is gone," he said
"What box?" Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.
It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.
"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.
Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:
"Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most was...my time"
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.
"I need some time to spend with my son," he said.
"Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!"
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,"
________________________
To everyone I send this to:
"ThankYou for your time".
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"To put the world right in order, we must first put the nation in order; to put the nation in order, we must first put the family in order; to put the family in order, we must first cultivate our personal life; we must first set our hearts right." - Confucius
Well to begin with, it started off being a wanderer. Originally an artist, wanting to do things in a scientific way. Normal to any growing up age, adventure, challenges, competition, decorated dresses, also couldn’t miss my attention. But as they say, forces lost the opportunity of my charm. Public schooling had already set in me the love for science, history & fabrics. Which are poles apart. Science took me to drug delivery systems and its pharmacokinestatics. But the friends & environment forced me towards business. I’ve been through many accidents, one of which landed me into education technologist job. Reason for being a child researcher. I’ve spent most of my service life working in that strange space where passion was never my profession. I’m passionate about the things that interest me like, what is the strength of an ant, why butterflies have different shades and colors, who am I, why somebody likes.......and plethora of other questions, which need my attention. I read voraciously and collect books as well, but only in specific genres. I’m passionate about my profession(s), both planned and accidental, Which is partly why I’m chairman of “The School Of Everything.”
Chinese eye test
Chinese eye test
THIS IS BRILLIANT!!!
If you cannot decipher anything, then try pulling
the corner of your eyes tight as if you were Chinese.
It works
Too FUNNY not to pass on!
THIS IS BRILLIANT!!!
If you cannot decipher anything, then try pulling
the corner of your eyes tight as if you were Chinese.
It works
Too FUNNY not to pass on!
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"Wishing you a happy Happy Festival of lights ~ Soft as silk ~ White as milk ~ Sweet as honey ~ Full of money" ~ Swami Harryanand
Well to begin with, it started off being a wanderer. Originally an artist, wanting to do things in a scientific way. Normal to any growing up age, adventure, challenges, competition, decorated dresses, also couldn’t miss my attention. But as they say, forces lost the opportunity of my charm. Public schooling had already set in me the love for science, history & fabrics. Which are poles apart. Science took me to drug delivery systems and its pharmacokinestatics. But the friends & environment forced me towards business. I’ve been through many accidents, one of which landed me into education technologist job. Reason for being a child researcher. I’ve spent most of my service life working in that strange space where passion was never my profession. I’m passionate about the things that interest me like, what is the strength of an ant, why butterflies have different shades and colors, who am I, why somebody likes.......and plethora of other questions, which need my attention. I read voraciously and collect books as well, but only in specific genres. I’m passionate about my profession(s), both planned and accidental, Which is partly why I’m chairman of “The School Of Everything.”
Why Chicago didn't get Olympics
Any questions !!!!!!!!!!
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दर्द नशा है इस मदिरा का, विगत स्मृतियां साक़ी है, पीड़ा में आनन्द जिसे हो, आये मेरी मधुशाला/
लालाइत अधरों से जिसने हाय नहीं चूमी हाला,हर्श विकँपित करसे जिसने हाय न छुआ मधु का प्याला/
हाथ पकड़ लज्जित साक़ी का, पास नहीं जिसने खींचा, व्यर्थ सुखा डाली जीवन की, उसने मधुमय मधुशाला/
एक बरस में, एक बार ही, जगती होली की ज्वाला; एक बार ही लगती बाज़ी, जलती दीपों की माला/
दुनिया वालों किन्तु किसी दिन आ मदिरालय में देखो, दिन को होली, रात दिवाली, रोज़ मनाती मधुशाला/
Well to begin with, it started off being a wanderer. Originally an artist, wanting to do things in a scientific way. Normal to any growing up age, adventure, challenges, competition, decorated dresses, also couldn’t miss my attention. But as they say, forces lost the opportunity of my charm. Public schooling had already set in me the love for science, history & fabrics. Which are poles apart. Science took me to drug delivery systems and its pharmacokinestatics. But the friends & environment forced me towards business. I’ve been through many accidents, one of which landed me into education technologist job. Reason for being a child researcher. I’ve spent most of my service life working in that strange space where passion was never my profession. I’m passionate about the things that interest me like, what is the strength of an ant, why butterflies have different shades and colors, who am I, why somebody likes.......and plethora of other questions, which need my attention. I read voraciously and collect books as well, but only in specific genres. I’m passionate about my profession(s), both planned and accidental, Which is partly why I’m chairman of “The School Of Everything.”
*******Happy Deepawali********
Wishing You and your Family
Very Happy Diwali!!!!!!
May the blessings of Lord always be with youand may your life always sparkle with joy,
happiness, success and well being."
May this light of happiness, light up your life.
May this diwali be the most sparkling and lightening.
The sights and sounds filling up your heart with joy and happiness.
Wishing you and your family a very
HAPPY DIWALI
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मुस्कुराते हंसते दीप तुम जलाना - जीवन में नयी खुशिया लाना/
सुख सम्पदा आपके जीवन में आये - लक्ष्मीजी आपके घर में समाये/
भूल कर भी आपके जीवन में एक भी दुःख ना आये/
जगमग जगमग जलते ये दीप - चारों तरफ रौशनी ही रौशनी हो/
Harry कि दुआ यही - होंटों पर आपके हरदम हसीं ही हसीं हो/
Well to begin with, it started off being a wanderer. Originally an artist, wanting to do things in a scientific way. Normal to any growing up age, adventure, challenges, competition, decorated dresses, also couldn’t miss my attention. But as they say, forces lost the opportunity of my charm. Public schooling had already set in me the love for science, history & fabrics. Which are poles apart. Science took me to drug delivery systems and its pharmacokinestatics. But the friends & environment forced me towards business. I’ve been through many accidents, one of which landed me into education technologist job. Reason for being a child researcher. I’ve spent most of my service life working in that strange space where passion was never my profession. I’m passionate about the things that interest me like, what is the strength of an ant, why butterflies have different shades and colors, who am I, why somebody likes.......and plethora of other questions, which need my attention. I read voraciously and collect books as well, but only in specific genres. I’m passionate about my profession(s), both planned and accidental, Which is partly why I’m chairman of “The School Of Everything.”
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