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30 Second Speach by Brayn Danson....Ex Ceo Coke Cola
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Oct 1, 2010 8:34 pm
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Imagine life as a game where you are jugling some five balls in the air. They are Work,Family, Health, Freinds and Spirit and you're keeping all of these in 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, dammaged or even shattered. The will never be the same. You must understand that and strive for it.
Work efficiently during office hours and leave on time. Give the requird time to your famiely, friends and have proper rest.
Value has a value only if its value is valued.
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WHY
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Sep 10, 2010 9:03 pm
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Why are all bad things so tempting??
Why do all bad things give so much pleasure??
Why is it, that doing the right thing has to be difficult all the time??
Why cant things be a little simple and uncomplicated??
WAT A FUCKING MESS..............
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When she came to Delhi, Harjinder Kaur couldn't understand a word of English........................
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Sep 9, 2010 1:04 am
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Her accent doesn't betray the fact that back in the '90s, when she arrived in the national capital from Jind, Haryana, to graduate in computer science at Delhi University, Harjinder Kaur, couldn't understand a word of English. As she greeted us in her skinny jeans and fashionable top at her office in Gurgaon, Kaur, now the CEO of Comvision, looked a far cry from her hinterland days.
FLASHBACK
In Jind, Haryana, where Kaur was born, brought up and went to school, even math and science were taught in Hindi. "So I would say laabh for profit and haani for loss," she laughs. But Kaur was stubborn and she worked doubly hard - both at English and her college subjects till she overcame her handicap.
Looking back now, Kaur says she has her father to thank for her verve and passion to excel. Coming from a family of landowners, where women are expected to "be goodlooking, marry and produce heirs", Kaur considers herself lucky that her father persuaded her to do something more with her life. "I would complain to him that I looked so bad. Compared to my beautiful sisters, I was short and I didn't have their beautiful complexion.
And my father would tell me it didn't matter because I was intelligent," Kaur says. That she was - she had always been a topper in school. "So getting admitted to the computer science course at DU was the easy part. And my grades really slipped the first two years, but I was back on track in the third year, scoring enough to make up for the two bad years," she says. After college, Kaur worked in the corporate sector but realised she would rather be an entrepreneur. She had already noted a corporate need for computer training among employees.
"Corporate training hadn't caught on but I could sniff an opportunity," she says. So Kaur quit her job and told her father she wanted to start a business. Her father never someone who'd been used to success.
She had easily got good grades without the help of personal tutors or coaching classes.
And she'd managed to overcome her language handicap too through 'sheer will power' - by reading her lessons over and over again and consulting dictionaries.
"I didn't go for spoken English classes - but I still remember how humiliating it was when someone asked me for a scale and I looked back blankly. That really pinched me then," she laughs.
The same dogged perseverance saw her going out in a big way to get clients such as Onida, Power Grid, Bhel, American Express and Mitsubishi for her computer training business. But her really big opportunity came in Hyderabad, where she arrived in the mid-90s, just when Chandrababu Naidu was planning to make use of technology to revolutionise the state.
said 'no' to her and with his goodwill it wasn't difficult to get a loan of Rs 3 lakh from Oriental Bank. "I could have taken the money from my father, but I needed to do everything on my own," Kaur explains. It was a monthly instalment of Rs 12,000 that Kaur had to pay and she was sure she would manage that. She was a tad overconfident.
"It wasn't easy and when I couldn't pay up, the bankers met my father... Imagine how mortified I was. But that was a lesson for me because my father admonished, 'At least now you know the importance of money'," she says.
UNFORGETTABLE LESSONS
Kaur never forgot her dad's lesson: the value of money and the importance of having a sound business model. "I had always seen my father doing so well that I thought running a business would be a cakewalk," says Kaur candidly. It certainly was the cocksureness of infection this monsoon "Marriage took me to Hyderabad.
I thought I would set up a Hyderabad branch of Comvision and run the Delhi set- up through remote control," says Kaur. But there wasn't much happening in the private sector in Hyderabad. Companies in Delhi too were beginning to set up their own IT training units." And even if the Andhra Pradesh government was buzzing with activity, its staff was well-trained and didn't need any of my help," Kaur says.
It was time to reinvent Comvision's business model. With Chandrababu Naidu having launched his e-governance programmes, Kaur started doing the rounds of government offices looking for projects. D R Garg, commissioner - cooperation and registrar of co-operative societies, recalls Kaur's willingness to work on very small projects, costing just over '10,000.
"She started with monitoring formats for casual leave, etc.
I was director of social welfare and residential schools when she came up with an attractive model for computer education in schools. It worked out to about '10 per student but she worked on it with commitment and also gave us several useful suggestions," Garg says.
Kaur's golden opportunity came with the government's e-Seva programme for which she did a pilot project called TWINS which covered the twin cities of Hyderabad and Secunderabad, Kaur says. After that she’s never looked back.
TURNING POINT
With opportunities coming up in the national capital, Kaur was back in Delhi. Her husband decided to join her business too after moving out of the computer hardware business that he earlier ran. One of her biggest projects today is providing IT - enabled online solutions for NDMC's birth and death certificates, electricity and water billing, and various other civic facilities. A senior NDMC official says Kaur's success and experience with the e-Seva programmes had already won her a good reputation.
Off this month to South Africa to collect the International Women's Entrepreneurial Challenge Award, given jointly by the Manhattan Chamber of Commerce, the Barcelona Chamber of Commerce and Ficci, Kaur isn't resting on her laurels. She is now keenly eyeing roadways and other infrastructure sectors to provide growth to her company.
For Kaur, it just might be her high road to bigger opportunities in life.
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These Guys are Funny..........................
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Jul 19, 2010 12:59 am
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After every flight, pilots fill out a form called a gripe sheet, which conveys to the mechanics any problem they had with the airplane during the flight.
The mechanics read and correct the problem, and then explain in writing on the lower half of the form what remedial action was taken.
The pilot reviews the gripe sheets before the next flight.
Never let it be said that ground crews and engineers lack a sense of humor.
Here are some actual maintenance problems submitted by Qantas pilots and the solutions recorded by maintenance engineers.
By the way, Qantas is the only major airline that has never had an accident.
(P = The problem logged by the pilot)
(S = The solution and action taken by the engineer)
P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear.
S: Evidence removed.
P: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement.
S: Almost replaced left inside main tire.
P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough.
S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft.
P: Something loose in cockpit.
S: Something tightened in cockpit.
P: Dead bugs on windshield.
S: Live bugs on back-order.
P: DME volume unbelievably loud.
S: DME volume set to more believable level.
P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick.
S: That's what they're there for.
P: IFF inoperative.
S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode.
P: Suspected crack in windshield.
S: Suspect you're right.
P: Number 3 engine missing.
S: Engine found on right wing after brief search.
P: Aircraft handles funny.
S: Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right, and be
serious.
P: Target radar hums.
S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics.
P: Mouse in cockpit.
S: Cat installed.(landing system)
P: Noise coming from under instrument panel. Sounds
like a midget pounding on something with a hammer.
S: Took hammer away from midget
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MOTERCYCLE DIARIES.........Thats how it ends.
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Jun 8, 2010 10:42 pm
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We left our raft at Laxman Jhoola and came back to hotel………we had another casualty in the form of Serious who didn’t look very good so we decided that Serious and Drama would take the train to Delhi and Practical and me would come back on our bikes….this train was around 9 or 10 pm and the time right now was 5PM. I didn’t think we can ever get reservation but we managed it somehow…….. I remember paying around 3000 bucks for a couple of TRAIN tickets (not sure what the real price was, but it was way less than what we payed), buts its nothing, if its for Serious.
Hotel ginger has a CCD on the ground floor so we decided to go and relax…….. Crowd was ok….bunch of foreign chicks and a few Indian beauties……. we exchanged glances and smiles (U see our intentions are always dishonorable in our minds……..We are always looking for adventure of some kind…but the fact is, some serious sexual advances from a female is something that makes us real nervous………and yes we all are in our late twenties)
So we just stayed their took all the attention the female world had to offer and left the place…we went back to the hotel which had the buffet came out and hired an auto to take the two old men to the station while we went and got our tank top up so that we don’t have to worry about it next morning……..our plan was to start at 4 am to save ourselves from the heat, we were not very concerned about the traffic in Delhi as the next day was a Sunday……Me and Practical came back to the hotel around 10 and slept……
We started at round 4:30 in the morning…….morning is a great time to drive and we took the same road by the canal which we took while coming to Haridwar ……the road was empty, weather was perfect, our tanks filled up so we were really enjoying this drive …..both of us were alone so we had decided to stick close ……..we were going pretty fast……not out of intention..just happened (we made It from Haridwar to Delhi in 4hrs, actually a little less than that) now you will find the distance and divide it by four hours and say ………dude u were only doing so much…..let me tell you this……..TRY DOING IT…..on any car, motorcycle or anything of your choice……..not that it cant be done but it wont be easy TATS FOR SURE.
We joined the main highway at Merut and the speed only increased beyond this…..we entered Delhi a little after 8 and I reached home at 8:30….This was a great drive and I enjoyed it….Practical had cut off in between cause his house was on a different route….
When I reached home the door was open………(not a big surprise, we live in an apartment and the security is pretty ok so instances of door being left open happen a lot for us)….drama and serious had reached early this morning and were sleeping……I closed their door and went in my room……….my room was stinking as hell from the 7 days old dominos pasta and I knew that just removing the crap wont help with the smell…….I preferred to wait for the maid as I lay on the couch in the common area……surprisingly I wasn’t very tired but if you ask me to go for another 2 kms on a motorcycle I would most probably say “no thanks”.
So that’s about it………. Drama left for UK in a few days, and we all got busy with our lives……We enjoyed a lot, had our moments and most importantly, came back safely without a scratch.
Practical is getting married on the 21st of this month and we’ll throw him a bachelor’s party before the marriage, drama would be joining us, there will be a few more friends……… So if their there’s anything worth an adventure I’ll let you guys know about it………..till then be safe……….and thanks for reading.
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My MOTORCYCLE DIARIES .........................7
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Jun 7, 2010 12:00 am
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While the rafting instructor was going on with his blah-blah we were busy checking out girls around us so once our raft was in water we were a bunch of overgrown adults who were tottally uncoordinated and shabby…….we didn’t even knew how to hold the paddle…even the raft with girls were better than us, they overtook, grinning at us …. Maybe cause we were good looking or maybe cause we were like hopeless losers…. we’ll never know …..
Instructor had an absolute nightmare, he was shouting at the top of his voice bout what we need to do and we were looking at each other like….. “What the hell does he want” …….we had no clue what we were doing and then……. THE FIRST RAPID CAME………..Its important for me to explain the dimension of the raft for you to understand what exactly we were supposed to do and what we were doing...
The raft is nothing but a rubber octagon with cylindrical boundary which is filled with air.. ……after this raft is inflated the top of the boundary of is bout 1 and a half feet from the floor of it. This raft is divided into three parts internally by the same cylindrical air filled thick rubber that makes the boundary of the raft…… Now we were suppose to lock our feets in these internal dividing rubber cylinders (we had no clue how to do it) and were suppose to sit on the edge and row…….. Drama had worked really hard to accumulate precious fat on his heavenly body and he was given the best position and best work on the raft……. HE DID’NT EVEN HAD TO ROW..…all he had to do was to lean on the front edge of the raft toward his right or left when the navigator at the back shouts right or left.
I always believe in drama when it comes to royal screw ups….he’s got a PHD in fuck up science……..and in this case the command of our ship was (some what) in his hand………..SO as our raft was approaching the first rapid (which happened to be the smallest of the lot) our brave leader drama, slowly but surely started to slip back inside the raft and it wasn’t long before Drama’s whole body was inside the raft..……..Seeing our brave leader saving his ass and not sure what to do…….. GET INSIDE THE FREAKING BOAT, CLOSE UR EYES AND PRAY , seemed to be our best option, whole boat was at the mercy of lone instructor……..a really thin guy…..this rapid scared the shit out of everybody, we were a raft full of overgrown adults and we were being thrown around like small twigs, our combined strength and weight was mocked as if we were nothing …………and after it was gone (which took awefully long ) we were told by our instructor that the raft came very close to overturning…..and if we don’t get our acts together …….. its better that we should take the closest shore and leave……… he quickly gave us another crash course on rafting and we got it this time………… best thing, instructor did was to swap drama’s position with serious ………Not that with a paddle in his hand drama had any intentions of rowing but everyone was ok with it …..Drama’s entertainment value is priceless….there is no substitute of drama…….
We were apprehensive but better prepared when the next rapid came (it was bigger than the last one) and we did fine…….actually the near deafening thunder sound of raging river didn’t seem very frightening this time and after a while it was addictive..like music to our ears….… after the third rapid…..everybody was right on the very edge of the raft eagerly waiting for the next rapid ….This feeling is beyond words……..actually the period between the rapids seemed really long and boring.
I asked the instructor bout how safe our life jackets were…….he said you can’t get drowned wearing one………the river was relatively calm here so I asked him if its safe to jump in the water ……….he said its ok but just be behind the boat………Serious tried to be a big daddy here…….but who gives a Fuck………I jumped in the water and after bout 2 mins it was only serious and the instructor left in the boat, everyone else jumped out……..It took me a min of convincing and serious too joined us ……..The experience again, is beyond words …….the water was cold and refreshing and the fact that we were floating in all the wilderness was really cool…..the instructor seemed impressed by us and asked if we would like to try diving……HELL YEAH….He took us to a spot which had a small rock about 20-30 meters high….didn’t seemed very bad from below but once you get on top, it’s a bit nerve-wracking …..and only me, practical and the Haryanvi guy did it everybody else seemed to be having some emotion issue after seeing the dept from top…..we were all having some real good time here……….
Nothing much really happened once the rapids finished and we had to row in the slow river (its an awesome workout though) except for the fact we overtook the girl raft and found some smiling faces and we were sure this time, that we were not looking losers.....
Lets save something for the next time which, under all possibilities, would be the last part.
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My MOTORCYCLE DIARIES .........................6
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Jun 2, 2010 1:49 am
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(Hey guys…. thought of writing the remaining part of my motorcycle diary…..for those who don’t know what the hell am talking about you will have to take the pain to visit my blog and go though the initial parts and yes…. there’s no guarantee that ull like it…..At ur own risk…..Ill try and skip the boring parts and jump straight to parts which I think ull like and latter parts where we had max fun………AS ALWAYS UR COMMENTS WOULD BE MOST APRECIATED)
We reached Badrinath and had the evening Arti Darshan……came back to the hotel and slept, next morning we took off for Rishikesh……….it was a long drive and we drove for bout 12 hrs that day…..nothing interesting happened in between so I am skipping the usual stuff that we did…...
On our way to Rishikesh we were three guys and two motorcycle, serious being my pillion for some time and Practical’s pillion for some. While I was entering Rishikesh it was 7:30 PM and I was alone, I called Drama.(just to remind you, we had sent drama back to Rishikesh) to get his hotel location. One more thing about Drama.. He is one of the world’s most inefficient workforces. He said he had checked in a hotel called Ginger which is on the Rishikesh-Haridwar highway….It was not difficult to find ginger so I went right into Ginger, walked upto the reception and asked for Drama’s room the reception told me that there is nobody with Drama’s name… after driving for 12 hour and on a motorcycle…. for some weird reason emotions like love compassion appears never heard of…….I call up this asshole and asked where the Fuck he was…..He said he’ll be there in a min….I looked at my watch and looked around for something with which I can Kill him if he came after a min……He did manage to come within a min with a proper reason …..There were no rooms available in this hotel so he had taken rooms in the adjacent hotel, he called me in Ginger cause its easy to locate (he isn’t tat inefficient I guess) …the rooms were comfortable so Drama will live…It was not long before serious and Practical joined us.
We all took the much needed shower and went to the next hotel where there was buffet……nothing like Main Land China but decent enough………..we all had a huge dinner and went back to our rooms and slept like we had never slept before……….it was round 10 pm if I am not wrong….
Next morning was a bit confusing, we had only one day to enjoy and we had to head back to Delhi very early the day after……we were not sure what to do with this day and the best option came from the most unexpected person..Practical…He suggested we should go for white water rafting……..and the person who opposed this idea, was also a shock to everybody…….Yes it was me……….I thought since it was very hot outside (it was 3 or 4th week of May ) it won’t be a good Idea…….but since everybody else wanted to go I didn’t wanted to be a party pooper so we called up the reception and they made all the arrangements……
We were asked to drive to Rishikesh where we would be picked up by rafting guys….so went there, a Mahindra camper was waiting for us..we all got into it and it took us to a spot outside Rishikesh….We expected a secluded spot from where we would start our rafting but to our surprise it was quite a crowded place with at least 50 -90 people there. It was a place about 15 to 20 kms upstream river Ganges from Rishikesh. We were given our life jackets, helmet, paddle (the thing to row with) we were 4 of us they said they need at least 7 to start so we were 3 short……..this seemed a good news for us cause we could clearly see a lot of pretty girls around and were busy praying to get lucky……….but our quota of sins are far too great than our good deeds….so what we got were three Haryanvi Jats….initially we were like whatever…...will see….but these guys turned out to be cool ones and we had no issues connecting …… we had a good start even before starting……..Then came the instructor who told us what we should and shouldn’t do and I am not sure if anybody listened to him except for the part where he said “LETS GO”………..
What happened next was the best part of the entire trip………Ill try and picture exactly how it happened…..and if I can do it……..Ull enjoy it …..tats for sure……till then be safe.[/COLOR]
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An open letter to Sania Mirza
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Apr 23, 2010 8:57 pm
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(I GOT THIS IN MY MAIL )
I’m pissed Sania. Pissed.
For years I have tolerated your pathetic second round exits on court and not said anything in the spirit of feminism. For years I have not commented on the size of your ever increasing love handles brought on by copious amounts of biryani. For years I have heard you make an ass of yourself at press conferences and make incoherent excuses in a fake accent.
For years I have told myself that my friends in Hyderabad were wrong in saying that you stank and people didn’t like sitting next to you in high school. I even supported you when the mullahs were against your dressing sense (largely because your shaking thunder thighs reminded me of the good ol days of Silk Smitha’s erotic movies).
But today, along with 500 million other horny teenagers whose access to good looking Muslim women ended with Jemima Khan’s posters, I say enough!
Today, I stop cheering for you at your matches. Today, I stop calling your rack as the best on the WTA circuit. Today, I stop googling “Sania Mirza sexy hot pics”.
Today, I am switching to badminton and becoming a fan of Saina Nehwal. Look her up; she can be totally hot if she wants to be.
Of all the people you had to leave poor ol Mohammad Sohrab Mirza and his snazzy engagement Armani suit for ‒ you had to go with Shoaib Malik?
What is it about losers that they always end up with others of their kind? Has Fatima Bhutto ever wanted to get married to Lakshmipathy Balaji? Has Shireen Mazari ever expressed love for Shiv Shankar Menon?
Did you watch Veer Zaraa one too many times? Does your family not have a copy of Lakshya at home? Is this some lameass attempt at making the “Aman Ki Asha” campaign a success? Do you realize it will in fact do more damage as every Indian would get even more pissed off? Do you realize how this will only continue to reinforce the stereotype of marrying within the community?
Do you know you are already being called Pakistan ki Bahu even though Sohaib Malik was never even treated like their own son?
Do you realize how many visas our embassy will have to issue for his entire extended family to come down here for the ceremony? Do you realize why Shoaib Akhtar got a bout of genital warts?
Do you realize Asif Ali Zardari might end up at your wedding and make cheesy-ass remarks while grinning from ear to ear?
Do you realize the LeT will do a 22 gun salute in Muridke? Do you realize, your wedding might just have ONE DISH as per law in Pakistan? All that feminist bullshit and you will move because of your man to Dubai?
Dubai?! Who the fuck goes to Dubai anymore? Even Mohammad Asif said fuck this ‒ I’m injecting at home. As if every tom dick and harry in this country singing Atif Aslam songs wasn’t bad enough. Not even the good ones.
Years of BCCI’s plans, foreign policy diktats and millions of young people’s aspirations have been broken thanks to your horny little uber-bitch move. I’m giving you one and a half years before you get pregnant and leave the sport. Anything more and I will start wearing a Barcelona jersey and keep tweeting about the UEFA Champions league as if my being a supporter will make anyone give a shit.
And take that damn nose ring off ‒ it makes you look like a total slut.
(P.S. written after six bottles of beer)
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