<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652053367735701310</id><updated>2012-01-02T04:33:49.617-08:00</updated><category term='Boost yourself'/><category term='Humanity'/><category term='Prashant Sree'/><category term='Words of Wisdom'/><category term='Motivation'/><category term='IT Employee&apos;s Family'/><category term='Rudyard Kipling'/><category term='Crisis Impact'/><category term='MBA life'/><category term='Moral story'/><category term='CAT 08'/><category term='c&apos;est la vie'/><category term='MBA'/><category term='Short stories'/><category term='Corporate language'/><category term='Random Post'/><category term='Happy Family'/><category term='Mumbai terror attacks'/><category term='Touching Story'/><category term='Dream'/><category term='Organization'/><category term='Techie Family'/><category term='President'/><category term='Warren Buffet'/><category term='USA elections'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Mahabaratha'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='economic recession'/><category term='TANJOOBERRYMUTTS'/><category term='Why CAT'/><category term='Life Learnings'/><category term='Inspiration'/><category term='Collection'/><category term='Consultants'/><category term='Mail Forwards'/><category term='self confidence'/><category term='People'/><category term='Solution to Terrorism'/><category term='financial stability'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Ignite a mind'/><category term='Wise Quotes'/><category term='Success'/><category term='Good Thoughts'/><category term='Learn chinese'/><category term='Life s Like That'/><category term='Barack Obama'/><category term='Lessons'/><title type='text'>Mein Treatise !!!</title><subtitle type='html'>Collections of quotes, good forwards, stories, etc...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Prashant Sree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBgbGig1rMI/TcNnxIk3NzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/B-hKUPQePCg/s220/p4.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652053367735701310.post-1753945410662590990</id><published>2010-11-16T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T10:24:08.714-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mahabaratha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learnings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Organization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c&apos;est la vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prashant Sree'/><title type='text'>CHILDREN OF THE BLIND</title><content type='html'>Is it an organisation’s duty to pander to an employee’s excessive need for attention or dismiss it as irrational?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY Devdutt Pattanaik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    IN THE EPIC MAHABHARATA, DURYODHAN, the eldest Kaurava, is the villain. His envy results in a great war where millions are killed. He cannot bear the success of his cousins, the Pandavas. He wants them to be destroyed. He wants them to suffer and die. He refuses to part with even a needlepoint of land for his cousins for the sake of peace. He destroys his own peace of mind and the wellbeing of his household so as to destroy his enemies. Such hatred! Where does it come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    What creates a Duryodhan? A man so bitter and angry that he refuses to focus on his own good fortune (good parents, good wife, good friend, good inheritance) and focuses instead on the fortune of his cousins, and gets miserable by constantly comparing. His whole life is spent comparing and feeling inadequate and unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Vyasa, author of the epic, without being explicit about it, points to the possible origin of his personality. Duryodhan's father, Dhritarashtra, is blind. His mother, Gandhari, is blindfolded. The father cannot see the son. The mother refuses to see her son (whatever her reason). So a son grows up unseen by parents. No one notices the child's growing sense of inadequacy, no one notices the child's growing up full of rage. No one therefore corrects him. The child succumbs to flattery. The child is indulged and the result is disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Organisations are full of Duryodhanas, employees with a sense of inadequacy and rage, that reflects in their decisionmaking abilities. More than achieving organisational goals, they want to impose their personalities every time a decision is made. For example, they fight more for the larger cabin and a larger team and a larger compensation than for the business. The gaze is more towards themselves than towards the customer. They are constantly screaming for attention. But the one who has to give it to them – the management – is often either blind or blindfolded. They either cannot see them or they don't want to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ramesh is a Duryodhan. He believes he is the best sales manager in his company. He has brought in more qualitative and quantitative growth than any other sales manager in his company. But he feels, his Managing Director does not see him. The MD treats all sales managers equally, giving them equal bonuses and equal attention. The MD has no favorites. Ramesh wants attention. He wants to be loved and acknowledged. The MD does not even notice this need; he assumes everyone in his team is, or at least, should be professional. Emotional needs are not something that he even notices, or he refuses to notice. As a result of his extreme professionalism, he has become Gandhari. Some would say, he is a Dhritarashtra, he is incapable of being sensitive to his team. The result is that all his sales managers, Ramesh included, feel like children of a blind parent. Their desire for attention manifests in all kinds of behaviours – fights in the boardroom, lack of team work, refusal to cooperate, demands for more time with the MD (which he refuses to give), demand for more perks and rewards and recognition, beyond what is officially allowed (which is not forthcoming).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The organisation is facing the brunt of Ramesh's rage and sense of inadequacy. Everyone is wondering why can Ramesh not be more professional, do his job, and go home. They forget that Ramesh is not a machine. He has emotional needs. He wants to be seen and acknowledged and appreciated. This need of his may be argued as irrational and stupid, but it remains his need, nevertheless. In imagination, humans may be capable of cutting out their emotions every time they enter the office, but it does not happen in reality. Organisations may see humans as cogs in a wheel, but this mechanistic view is theoretical not practical. Every human being has emotional needs that needs pampering, howsoever silly it may seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MD needs to realise this role in the turmoil that is faced by the organisation. Gandhari and Dhritarashtra are as much responsible for the Mahabharata war as Duryodhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Publication: The Economic Times Mumbai;  Date: Nov 12, 2010;  Section: Corporate Dossier;  Page: 34&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652053367735701310-1753945410662590990?l=meintreatise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/feeds/1753945410662590990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652053367735701310&amp;postID=1753945410662590990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/1753945410662590990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/1753945410662590990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/2010/11/children-of-blind.html' title='CHILDREN OF THE BLIND'/><author><name>Prashant Sree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBgbGig1rMI/TcNnxIk3NzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/B-hKUPQePCg/s220/p4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652053367735701310.post-5415456011663588002</id><published>2010-11-15T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T04:53:45.590-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learnings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c&apos;est la vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prashant Sree'/><title type='text'>**Story of Appreciation**</title><content type='html'>Translated from Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this as a forward in a friends group. Very insightful indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company. He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview, made&lt;br /&gt;the last decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?" the youth answered "none".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director asked, " Was it your father who paid for your school fees?" The youth answered, "My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees.&lt;br /&gt;The director asked, " Where did your mother work?" The youth answered, "My mother worked as clothes cleaner. The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director asked, " Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes&lt;br /&gt;before?" The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director said, "I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future.&lt;br /&gt;After finishing the cleaning of his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, mother and son talked for a very long time. Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.  The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked: " Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youth answered, " I cleaned my mother's hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Director asked, " please tell me your feelings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youth said, Number 1, I know now what is appreciation. Without my mother, there would not the successful me today. Number 2, by working together and helping my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done. Number 3, I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director said, " This is what I am looking for to be my manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company's performance improved tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, would develop "entitlement mentality" and would always put himself first. He would be ignorant of his parent's efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others. For this kind of people, who may be good academically, may be successful for a while, but eventually would not feel sense of achievement. He will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying the kid instead?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch a big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it. After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters. It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a right way. You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as the mother of that young person. The most important thing is your kid learns how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learns the ability to work with others to get things done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652053367735701310-5415456011663588002?l=meintreatise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/feeds/5415456011663588002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652053367735701310&amp;postID=5415456011663588002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/5415456011663588002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/5415456011663588002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/2010/11/story-of-appreciation.html' title='**Story of Appreciation**'/><author><name>Prashant Sree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBgbGig1rMI/TcNnxIk3NzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/B-hKUPQePCg/s220/p4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652053367735701310.post-8388201207956199084</id><published>2009-11-25T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T13:08:26.417-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TANJOOBERRYMUTTS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learn chinese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Getting around in China : "TANJOOBERRYMUTTS"</title><content type='html'>One of the funny post which i had received as a mail forward. Iam sure you will enjoi it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time you read through this YOU WILL UNDERSTAND&lt;br /&gt;"TANJOOBERRYMUTTS"...and be ready for China .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to continue getting-by in China , we need to learn English the&lt;br /&gt;way it is spoken...... ......... ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice by reading the following conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a little patience, you'll be able to fit right in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;The following is a telephonic exchange between maybe you as a hotel&lt;br /&gt;guest and room-service today......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room Service : "Morrin. Roon sirbees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest : "Sorry, I thought I dialed room-service."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room Service: " Rye . Roon sirbees...morrin! Joowish to oddor sunteen???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest: "Uh..... Yes, I'd like to order bacon and eggs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room Service: "Ow ulai den?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest: ".....What??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room Service: "Ow ulai den?!?... Pryed, boyud, pochd?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest: "Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry.. Scrambled, please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room Service: "Ow ulai dee bayken ? Creepse?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest: "Crisp will be fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room Service: "Hokay. An sahn toes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest: "What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room Service: "An toes. ulai sahn toes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest: "I.... Don't think so.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RoomService: "No? Udo wan sahn toes???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest: "I feel really bad about this, but I don't know what 'udo wan&lt;br /&gt;sahn toes' means."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RoomService: "Toes! Toes!...Why Uoo don wan toes? Ow bow Anglish&lt;br /&gt;moppin we botter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest: "Oh, English muffin! !! I've got it! You were saying 'toast'...&lt;br /&gt;Fine...Yes, an English muffin will be fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RoomService: "We botter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest: "No, just put the botter on the side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RoomService: "Wad?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest: "I mean butter... Just put the butter on the side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RoomService: "Copy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest: "Excuse me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RoomService: "Copy...tea.. meel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest: "Yes. Coffee, please... And that's everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RoomService: "One Minnie. Scramah egg, creepse bayken , Anglish moppin,&lt;br /&gt;we botter on sigh and copy ... Rye ??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest: "Whatever you say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RoomService: "Tanjooberrymutts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest: "You're welcome"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember I said "By the time you read through this YOU WILL UNDERSTAND&lt;br /&gt;'TANJOOBERRYMUTTS' ......and you do, don't you! :-) :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652053367735701310-8388201207956199084?l=meintreatise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/feeds/8388201207956199084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652053367735701310&amp;postID=8388201207956199084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/8388201207956199084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/8388201207956199084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/2009/11/getting-around-in-china.html' title='Getting around in China : &quot;TANJOOBERRYMUTTS&quot;'/><author><name>Prashant Sree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBgbGig1rMI/TcNnxIk3NzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/B-hKUPQePCg/s220/p4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652053367735701310.post-1004077232044241546</id><published>2009-11-14T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T06:38:12.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mail Forwards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Consultants'/><title type='text'>A Very Funny Story - What Consultants actually Do !</title><content type='html'>A farmer was checking his herd on a remote hillside in upper Wensleydale when suddenly a brand-new BMW drew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver, in a Paul Smith suit, Gucci shoes, Rayban sunglasses and expensive tie, leans out the window and asks Jim, "If I tell you exactly how many cows and calves you have in your herd, will you give me a calf?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer looks at the man, obviously a well-to-do city slicker, then looks at his peacefully grazing animals and calmly answers, "Of course, why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man parks his car, whips out his laptop computer, connects it to his mobile phone and surfs to a NASA page on the Internet, where he calls up a satellite to get an exact fix on his location which he then feeds to another satellite which scans the area in an ultra-high-resolution photo. The city slicker then opens the digital photo and exports it to an image-processing facility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within seconds he receives an e-mail on his phone that the image has been processed and the data stored. He then accesses a database through a connected spreadsheet with e-mail on his Blackberry and after a few seconds receives a response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he prints out a full-colour 15-page report on his hi-tech, miniaturized printer and finally turns to the farmer and says, "You have exactly 1,586 cows and calves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I reckon you can take one of my animals," says the farmer. He watches the well-dressed man select one of the young ones and looks on amused as he stuffs it into the boot of his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the farmer says, "Now then, if I can tell you exactly what your business is will you give me back my calf?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man thinks about it for a couple of seconds and then says, "Okay, why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're a consultant," says the farmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! That's correct," says the well-dressed man, "but how did you guess that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No guessing required," answers the farmer. "You show up here even though nobody asked you to; you want to get paid for an answer I already know to a question I never asked; you try to show me how much cleverer than me you are; and you don't know a thing about cows: this is a flock of sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now give me back my dog."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652053367735701310-1004077232044241546?l=meintreatise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/feeds/1004077232044241546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652053367735701310&amp;postID=1004077232044241546' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/1004077232044241546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/1004077232044241546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/2009/11/very-funny-story-what-consultants.html' title='A Very Funny Story - What Consultants actually Do !'/><author><name>Prashant Sree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBgbGig1rMI/TcNnxIk3NzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/B-hKUPQePCg/s220/p4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652053367735701310.post-6942977973676634765</id><published>2009-04-09T06:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T07:00:30.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rudyard Kipling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>You'll be a Man, my son!</title><content type='html'>Got this one as a forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can keep your head when all about you&lt;br /&gt;Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,&lt;br /&gt;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you&lt;br /&gt;But make allowance for their doubting too,&lt;br /&gt;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,&lt;br /&gt;Or being hated, don't give way to hating,&lt;br /&gt;And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can dream–and not make dreams your master,&lt;br /&gt;If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim;&lt;br /&gt;If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster&lt;br /&gt;And treat those two impostors just the same;&lt;br /&gt;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken&lt;br /&gt;Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,&lt;br /&gt;Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,&lt;br /&gt;And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWXycWPCzX8/Sd3_Xmjm_KI/AAAAAAAABIc/tbCZVLKiARY/s1600-h/new-jerusalem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWXycWPCzX8/Sd3_Xmjm_KI/AAAAAAAABIc/tbCZVLKiARY/s320/new-jerusalem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322691115573771426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can make one heap of all your winnings&lt;br /&gt;And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,&lt;br /&gt;And lose, and start again at your beginnings&lt;br /&gt;And never breath a word about your loss;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew&lt;br /&gt;To serve your turn long after they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;And so hold on when there is nothing in you&lt;br /&gt;Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,&lt;br /&gt;Or walk with kings–nor lose the common touch,&lt;br /&gt;If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;&lt;br /&gt;If all men count with you, but none too much,&lt;br /&gt;If you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;br /&gt;With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,&lt;br /&gt;Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,&lt;br /&gt;And–which is more–you'll be a Man, my son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt; Thanks Preeti for sharing it with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652053367735701310-6942977973676634765?l=meintreatise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/feeds/6942977973676634765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652053367735701310&amp;postID=6942977973676634765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/6942977973676634765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/6942977973676634765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/2009/04/youll-be-man-my-son.html' title='You&apos;ll be a Man, my son!'/><author><name>Prashant Sree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBgbGig1rMI/TcNnxIk3NzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/B-hKUPQePCg/s220/p4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWXycWPCzX8/Sd3_Xmjm_KI/AAAAAAAABIc/tbCZVLKiARY/s72-c/new-jerusalem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652053367735701310.post-8308694988245377817</id><published>2009-04-08T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T07:05:41.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Touching Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c&apos;est la vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mail Forwards'/><title type='text'>A Heart Touching Story !!!</title><content type='html'>I received this mail as a forward. Thought of sharing it with you all... :)&lt;br /&gt;Iam sure it will touch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a fund raising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audience was stilled by the query. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he told the following story: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball. However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.The game would now be over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.. Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run to first!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball .. the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home. Al l were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third! Shay, run to third!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home ! Run home!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652053367735701310-8308694988245377817?l=meintreatise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/feeds/8308694988245377817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652053367735701310&amp;postID=8308694988245377817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/8308694988245377817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/8308694988245377817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/2009/04/heart-touching-story.html' title='A Heart Touching Story !!!'/><author><name>Prashant Sree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBgbGig1rMI/TcNnxIk3NzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/B-hKUPQePCg/s220/p4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652053367735701310.post-161427325881200610</id><published>2009-03-09T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T06:59:58.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c&apos;est la vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prashant Sree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Reflections - A Carrot, an Egg or a Coffee Bean</title><content type='html'>A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were hard&lt;br /&gt;for her. She was tired of fighting and struggling, and wanted to give up.&lt;br /&gt;Her mother took her to the kitchen, filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to the boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, without saying a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished out each of them and&lt;br /&gt;placed them in a separate bowl. Turning to her daughter she asked, “Tell me, what do you see?” “Carrots, eggs and coffee,” she answered. Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel each of the items. The daughter noted that the carrots were now soft and the egg had become hard. When she tasted the coffee she smiled at its rich aroma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daughter then asked, “What does this all this mean, mother?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity…boiling&lt;br /&gt;water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in hard and strong and unrelenting, however it softened and became weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The egg had been fragile, but after sitting in the boiling water its inside had hardened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Which are you?” she asked her daughter. “When adversity knocks on your door, how do&lt;br /&gt;you respond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you like the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity, do you become soft and lose your strength?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you like the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with heat? Did you initially have a fluid spirit, but after tragedy, have you become hardened and stiff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or are you like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water by releasing its fragrance and flavour. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. How do you handle adversity, darling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652053367735701310-161427325881200610?l=meintreatise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/feeds/161427325881200610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652053367735701310&amp;postID=161427325881200610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/161427325881200610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/161427325881200610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/2009/03/reflections-carrot-egg-or-coffee-bean.html' title='Reflections - A Carrot, an Egg or a Coffee Bean'/><author><name>Prashant Sree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBgbGig1rMI/TcNnxIk3NzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/B-hKUPQePCg/s220/p4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652053367735701310.post-1613986436776135878</id><published>2009-02-27T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T03:22:05.474-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Touching Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life s Like That'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Family'/><title type='text'>Embracing Imperfection</title><content type='html'>A touching story by a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I was a little girl, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and extremely burned toast in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his toast, smile at my mom, and ask me how my day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember Watching him smear butter and jelly on that toast and eat every bite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got Up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad For burning the toast. And I'll never forget what he said: 'Baby, I love burned toast.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if He really liked his toast burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, 'Debbie, your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides-a little burnt toast never hurt anyone!' You know, life is full of imperfect things...and imperfect people. I'm not the best housekeeper or cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've learned over the years is that learning to accept each other's faults - and choosing to celebrate each other's differences - is the one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting marriage relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's my prayer for you today. That you will learn to take the good,the bad, and the ugly parts of your married life and lay them at the feet of GOD. Because in the end, He's the only One who will be able to give you a marriage where burnt toast isn't a deal-breaker! We could extend this to any relationship in fact - as understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or friendship!! "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652053367735701310-1613986436776135878?l=meintreatise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/feeds/1613986436776135878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652053367735701310&amp;postID=1613986436776135878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/1613986436776135878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/1613986436776135878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/2009/02/embracing-imperfection.html' title='Embracing Imperfection'/><author><name>Prashant Sree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBgbGig1rMI/TcNnxIk3NzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/B-hKUPQePCg/s220/p4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652053367735701310.post-2129271651914504755</id><published>2009-02-11T07:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T07:05:18.216-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self confidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boost yourself'/><title type='text'>10 WAYS TO BOOST YOUR SELF-CONFIDENCE</title><content type='html'>Came across an article about Ways to Boost Self confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times during your growing years did your parents tell you to walk straight or sit up straight? You may have casually dismissed it, or maybe you didn't really pay attention. As an adult, though, you realise the wisdom of the advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple practices like these don't just help you physically but also psychologically. Psychologists say that there are many little ways that can instantly help boost self-confidence. Here are some easy tips on how you can do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Grooming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that works for a confident person is his or her personal hygiene. Right from your hair, your face, your body, your fingers, and your skin -- keep them clean and well maintained. If you have a body odour problem, take remedial measures (use deodorants and bactericidal soaps).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fighting shy? Try yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check your teeth and get them fixed if there is a problem. Brush everyday twice, if you can, even after meals. You can even pop in a mint after your meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of your skin by eating the right food and drinking lots of water. If it needs more care, take help from professionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you look your best is an easy and effective way to help you act your best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress for success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressing well and appropriately can do wonders for one's self esteem. Many of us wear clothes that look nice on the clothes rack but do not necessarily suit our body type. Wear clothes that fit you well. If you are on the healthier side, wear clothes that aren't too tight yet not loose or baggy, which just adds to the bulk and does not make you look any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressing well does not mean you need to spend your entire salary investing in designer brands. Choose your clothes wisely -- it's quality not quantity that counts. Pick up a few outfits that make a statement instead of loads of outfits that do nothing for your confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing to do is watch the popular verdict. If most people say pink is your colour and you feel comfortable wearing pink, do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good posture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good posture has an immediate and lasting impact on your confidence. Do you recollect the time you were at the door, about to face an interview? What did you do instinctively? Didn't you take a deep breath? By doing that two things happen -- your stomach goes in and your head is held high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always hold your head high, throw your shoulders back, keep your back straight and walk with confident steps. Practice in the mirror a few times to make sure your doing it right, without looking too stiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Walk smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you take small, shuffling steps? Do you fling your arms around when you walk? Stop! You may be doing something sub-consciously that does not really compliment your style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be aware of how you walk. Be quick and energetic with a spring in your step. Think of a nice outdoor activity that you like doing, feeling the breeze on your face and letting your heart guide your walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are still not comfortable, try this age-old trick. Place a big book on your head and try to walk without dropping it. This is a great way to improve posture and gait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Smile often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To complete the look, make sure to smile. Smile as often as you can and, if you can manage, let a tiny smile hang around the corners of your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all your interactions, look people in the eye, greet them and smile. You'll see the other person transform in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be empathic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your confidence levels rise drastically when you successfully connect with people around you. For that you need to be empathic towards your family, friends and colleagues to begin with. Once you can deal and help other people with their emotions and problems, you immediately increase your influence with your circle of friends, acquaintances and colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to calm yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the most important factor when it comes to confidence -- being able to face every situation calmly. But this does not come naturally to everyone, which is why you need to train yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find activities that calm you -- like talking a walk, listening to music, dancing, talking to your friends, reading, writing, gardening, cooking -- any activity that makes you feel happy. Do it once or twice a week or month, depending on the time you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meditation techniques help too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Empower yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge almost always boosts self-confidence. Empower yourself with knowledge -- of your surroundings, of your job, of people, of the world around you. A good grasp of current events helps you strike up meaningful conversation and ensures that you're not left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the simplest things to do is read the newspaper, talk to people and be aware and observant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Keep a soul knick-knack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soul knick-knack can help you tide over those times when your confidence is tested. It could be your guru's photo, a gift from a loved one, your lucky charm, or even a photograph of a loved one. This soul knick-knack needs to be something that can bring a smile to your face, specially during testing times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Find solutions to problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not procrastinate or run away from your problems. The sign of a confident person is that he or she takes the problem head on and finds a solution. If you don't think you can handle it on your own, there is no shame in seeking help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about it with friends or colleagues, or write it down while listing out various solutions, pros and cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: ManagementParadise.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652053367735701310-2129271651914504755?l=meintreatise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/feeds/2129271651914504755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652053367735701310&amp;postID=2129271651914504755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/2129271651914504755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/2129271651914504755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-ways-to-boost-your-self-confidence.html' title='10 WAYS TO BOOST YOUR SELF-CONFIDENCE'/><author><name>Prashant Sree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBgbGig1rMI/TcNnxIk3NzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/B-hKUPQePCg/s220/p4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652053367735701310.post-591891187916344079</id><published>2009-02-08T21:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T06:12:45.856-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economic recession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warren Buffet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='financial stability'/><title type='text'>Financial Stability Quote by Warren Buffet</title><content type='html'>A must read Motivational Message from Warren Buffett - the worlds richest man in Forbes survey - 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We begin this New Year with dampened enthusiasm and dented optimism. Our happiness is diluted and our peace is threatened by the financial illness that has infected our families, organizations and nations. Everyone is desperate to find a remedy that will cure their financial illness and help them recover their financial health. They expect the financial experts to provide them with remedies, forgetting the fact that it is these experts who created this financial mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every new year, I adopt a couple of old maxims as my beacons to guide my future. This self-prescribed therapy has ensured that with each passing year, I grow wiser and not older. This year, I invite you to tap into the financial wisdom of our elders along with me, and become financially wiser.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hard work &lt;/span&gt;    :          All hard work brings profit; but mere talk leads only to poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Laziness  &lt;/span&gt;      :           A sleeping lobster is carried away by the water current.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Earnings &lt;/span&gt;       :           Never depend on a single source of income.&lt;br /&gt;Spending       :           If you buy things you don't need, you'll soon sell things you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Savings  &lt;/span&gt;        :           Don't save what is left after spending; spend what is left after saving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Accounting &lt;/span&gt;   :           It's no use carrying an umbrella, if your shoes are leaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Auditing &lt;/span&gt;        :           Beware of little expenses; a small leak can sink a large ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Risk-taking&lt;/span&gt;    :           Never test the depth of the river with both feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Investment&lt;/span&gt;     :           Don't put all your eggs in one basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm certain that those who have already been practicing these principles remain financially healthy. I'm equally confident that those who resolve to start practicing these principles will quickly regain their financial health.&lt;br /&gt;Let us become wiser and lead a happy, healthy, prosperous and peaceful life. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652053367735701310-591891187916344079?l=meintreatise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/feeds/591891187916344079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652053367735701310&amp;postID=591891187916344079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/591891187916344079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/591891187916344079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/2009/02/financial-stability-quote-by-warren.html' title='Financial Stability Quote by Warren Buffet'/><author><name>Prashant Sree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBgbGig1rMI/TcNnxIk3NzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/B-hKUPQePCg/s220/p4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652053367735701310.post-3424725793307454622</id><published>2008-12-26T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:22:01.304-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='President'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA elections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>Barack Obama's victory speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Text of Democrat Barack Obama's speech in Chicago after winning the presidential election, as transcribed by CQ Transcriptions. Source: Associated Press&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OBAMA: Hello, Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible, who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time, who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's the answer told by lines that stretched around schools and churches in numbers this nation has never seen, by people who waited three hours and four hours, many for the first time in their lives, because they believed that this time must be different, that their voices could be that difference. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Hispanic, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disabled and not disabled. Americans who sent a message to the world that we have never been just a collection of individuals or a collection of red states and blue states. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are, and always will be, the United States of America. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's the answer that led those who've been told for so long by so many to be cynical and fearful and doubtful about what we can achieve to put their hands on the arc of history and bend it once more toward the hope of a better day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been a long time coming, but tonight, because of what we did on this date in this election at this defining moment change has come to America.&lt;br /&gt;A little bit earlier this evening, I received an extraordinarily gracious call from Senator McCain.&lt;br /&gt;Senator McCain fought long and hard in this campaign. And he's fought even longer and harder for the country that he loves. He has endured sacrifices for America that most of us cannot begin to imagine. We are better off for the service rendered by this brave and selfless leader. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I congratulate him; I congratulate Governor Palin for all that they've achieved. And I look forward to working with them to renew this nation's promise in the months ahead. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to thank my partner in this journey, a man who campaigned from his heart, and spoke for the men and women he grew up with on the streets of Scranton ... and rode with on the train home to Delaware, the vice president-elect of the United States, Joe Biden. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I would not be standing here tonight without the unyielding support of my best friend for the last 16 years ... the rock of our family, the love of my life, the nation's next first lady ... Michelle Obama. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sasha and Malia ... I love you both more than you can imagine. And you have earned the new puppy that's coming with us ...to the new White House. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And while she's no longer with us, I know my grandmother's watching, along with the family that made me who I am. I miss them tonight. I know that my debt to them is beyond measure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To my sister Maya, my sister Alma, all my other brothers and sisters, thank you so much for all the support that you've given me. I am grateful to them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And to my campaign manager, David Plouffe ... the unsung hero of this campaign, who built the best _ the best political campaign, I think, in the history of the United States of America. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To my chief strategist David Axelrod ... who's been a partner with me every step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;To the best campaign team ever assembled in the history of politics ... you made this happen, and I am forever grateful for what you've sacrificed to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;But above all, I will never forget who this victory truly belongs to. It belongs to you. It belongs to you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was never the likeliest candidate for this office. We didn't start with much money or many endorsements. Our campaign was not hatched in the halls of Washington. It began in the backyards of Des Moines and the living rooms of Concord and the front porches of Charleston. It was built by working men and women who dug into what little savings they had to give $5 and $10 and $20 to the cause. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It grew strength from the young people who rejected the myth of their generation's apathy ... who left their homes and their families for jobs that offered little pay and less sleep.&lt;br /&gt;It drew strength from the not-so-young people who braved the bitter cold and scorching heat to knock on doors of perfect strangers, and from the millions of Americans who volunteered and organized and proved that more than two centuries later a government of the people, by the people, and for the people has not perished from the Earth. This is your victory. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I know you didn't do this just to win an election. And I know you didn't do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;You did it because you understand the enormity of the task that lies ahead. For even as we celebrate tonight, we know the challenges that tomorrow will bring are the greatest of our lifetime _ two wars, a planet in peril, the worst financial crisis in a century.&lt;br /&gt;Even as we stand here tonight, we know there are brave Americans waking up in the deserts of Iraq and the mountains of Afghanistan to risk their lives for us.&lt;br /&gt;There are mothers and fathers who will lie awake after the children fall asleep and wonder how they'll make the mortgage or pay their doctors' bills or save enough for their child's college education.&lt;br /&gt;There's new energy to harness, new jobs to be created, new schools to build, and threats to meet, alliances to repair. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even in one term. But, America, I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there.&lt;br /&gt;I promise you, we as a people will get there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AUDIENCE: Yes we can! Yes we can! Yes we can! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OBAMA: There will be setbacks and false starts. There are many who won't agree with every decision or policy I make as president. And we know the government can't solve every problem.&lt;br /&gt;But I will always be honest with you about the challenges we face. I will listen to you, especially when we disagree. And, above all, I will ask you to join in the work of remaking this nation, the only way it's been done in America for 221 years _ block by block, brick by brick, calloused hand by calloused hand.&lt;br /&gt;What began 21 months ago in the depths of winter cannot end on this autumn night.&lt;br /&gt;This victory alone is not the change we seek. It is only the chance for us to make that change. And that cannot happen if we go back to the way things were.&lt;br /&gt;It can't happen without you, without a new spirit of service, a new spirit of sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;So let us summon a new spirit of patriotism, of responsibility, where each of us resolves to pitch in and work harder and look after not only ourselves but each other.&lt;br /&gt;Let us remember that, if this financial crisis taught us anything, it's that we cannot have a thriving Wall Street while Main Street suffers.&lt;br /&gt;In this country, we rise or fall as one nation, as one people. Let's resist the temptation to fall back on the same partisanship and pettiness and immaturity that has poisoned our politics for so long.&lt;br /&gt;Let's remember that it was a man from this state who first carried the banner of the Republican Party to the White House, a party founded on the values of self-reliance and individual liberty and national unity.&lt;br /&gt;Those are values that we all share. And while the Democratic Party has won a great victory tonight, we do so with a measure of humility and determination to heal the divides that have held back our progress.&lt;br /&gt;As Lincoln said to a nation far more divided than ours, we are not enemies but friends. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection.&lt;br /&gt;And to those Americans whose support I have yet to earn, I may not have won your vote tonight, but I hear your voices. I need your help. And I will be your president, too.&lt;br /&gt;And to all those watching tonight from beyond our shores, from parliaments and palaces, to those who are huddled around radios in the forgotten corners of the world, our stories are singular, but our destiny is shared, and a new dawn of American leadership is at hand.&lt;br /&gt;To those _ to those who would tear the world down: We will defeat you. To those who seek peace and security: We support you. And to all those who have wondered if America's beacon still burns as bright: Tonight we proved once more that the true strength of our nation comes not from the might of our arms or the scale of our wealth, but from the enduring power of our ideals: democracy, liberty, opportunity and unyielding hope.&lt;br /&gt;That's the true genius of America: that America can change. Our union can be perfected. What we've already achieved gives us hope for what we can and must achieve tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;This election had many firsts and many stories that will be told for generations. But one that's on my mind tonight's about a woman who cast her ballot in Atlanta. She's a lot like the millions of others who stood in line to make their voice heard in this election except for one thing: Ann Nixon Cooper is 106 years old.&lt;br /&gt;She was born just a generation past slavery; a time when there were no cars on the road or planes in the sky; when someone like her couldn't vote for two reasons _ because she was a woman and because of the color of her skin.&lt;br /&gt;And tonight, I think about all that she's seen throughout her century in America _ the heartache and the hope; the struggle and the progress; the times we were told that we can't, and the people who pressed on with that American creed: Yes we can.&lt;br /&gt;At a time when women's voices were silenced and their hopes dismissed, she lived to see them stand up and speak out and reach for the ballot. Yes we can.&lt;br /&gt;When there was despair in the dust bowl and depression across the land, she saw a nation conquer fear itself with a New Deal, new jobs, a new sense of common purpose. Yes we can. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AUDIENCE: Yes we can. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OBAMA: When the bombs fell on our harbor and tyranny threatened the world, she was there to witness a generation rise to greatness and a democracy was saved. Yes we can. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AUDIENCE: Yes we can. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OBAMA: She was there for the buses in Montgomery, the hoses in Birmingham, a bridge in Selma, and a preacher from Atlanta who told a people that We Shall Overcome. Yes we can. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AUDIENCE: Yes we can. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OBAMA: A man touched down on the moon, a wall came down in Berlin, a world was connected by our own science and imagination.&lt;br /&gt;And this year, in this election, she touched her finger to a screen, and cast her vote, because after 106 years in America, through the best of times and the darkest of hours, she knows how America can change.&lt;br /&gt;Yes we can. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AUDIENCE: Yes we can. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OBAMA: America, we have come so far. We have seen so much. But there is so much more to do. So tonight, let us ask ourselves _ if our children should live to see the next century; if my daughters should be so lucky to live as long as Ann Nixon Cooper, what change will they see? What progress will we have made?&lt;br /&gt;This is our chance to answer that call. This is our moment.&lt;br /&gt;This is our time, to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the American dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth, that, out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope. And where we are met with cynicism and doubts and those who tell us that we can't, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people: Yes, we can. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you. God bless you. And may God bless the United States of America. &lt;/p&gt;Source:The Hindu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652053367735701310-3424725793307454622?l=meintreatise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/feeds/3424725793307454622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652053367735701310&amp;postID=3424725793307454622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/3424725793307454622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/3424725793307454622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/2008/12/barack-obamas-victory-speech.html' title='Barack Obama&apos;s victory speech'/><author><name>Prashant Sree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBgbGig1rMI/TcNnxIk3NzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/B-hKUPQePCg/s220/p4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652053367735701310.post-2682038403157745982</id><published>2008-12-09T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:40:41.562-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IT Employee&apos;s Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crisis Impact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Techie Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Impact of Crisis in IT Employee's Family:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sekar&lt;/strong&gt; (Calling his family from Amsterdam): Good Evening Mom and Dad. Where is my wife Sheela?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad&lt;/strong&gt;: Just now I called her. She is on the way to home after taking our grandson Rahul from his school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sekar&lt;/strong&gt;: Let us wait for her few minutes and we will start this discussion. (By the time Sheela entered in to the house.. Sekar continue the meeting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know the Agenda of the meeting which I had mentioned in the meeting request. Even though let me read out the agenda once again       &lt;br /&gt; 1. Status update/Discussion on Last Week Action Items       &lt;br /&gt; 2. Family Strategy      &lt;br /&gt;  3. Rahul's Education    &lt;br /&gt;  4. Medical Insurance for Mom and Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope every one have the printout of last week MOM (Minutes of Meeting).  Dear Mom can you please update the status of tasks which you are taking care of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom&lt;/strong&gt;: Sekar, I am taking care of kitchen module which involves making products like Sambar, Rasam, Curd Rice, Vegetable Biriyani.I am not comfortable in handling the tools for making Non Vegetarian products. You suggest some training in Hlite. However after making these products, I am giving to your Dad for Acceptance testing. Once he satisfied with the quality of taste, we pass it to Dining Hall. One more thing, I would like to share with you. As you have suggested during my appraisal discussion, now I have stopped crying while watching mega serials in TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sekar&lt;/strong&gt;: Sounds Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sekar&lt;/strong&gt;: Now coming to Dad. Dad can you please update us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes. My dear son. I have completed my tasks by paying the current bill and phone bill with in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sekar&lt;/strong&gt;: That's good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad&lt;/strong&gt;: But I couldn't pay the premium amount of 9200.00 of the LIC plan which you had taken for tax reduction purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sekar&lt;/strong&gt;: It doesn't look nice dad. I have sent you the amount already and given clear instructions.Can you explain to me what went wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad&lt;/strong&gt;: On Tuesday night suddenly one of our team mate (your mom) fell down on the floor when she was running to catch Rahul. Then we took her to hospital and spent that amount for her medical expenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom&lt;/strong&gt;: Sekar, I would like to add on what your Dad said, that was true. I got heavy injury in my legs and I was in hospital for two days. So now we don't have money to pay for the premium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sekar&lt;/strong&gt;: Sheela..! Would you aware of this? As a home lead, I expect you to track these issues and send it to me on daily basis. What are you doing (With stress on 'doing') after coming from college?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheela&lt;/strong&gt;: Will do it Sekar. You know that the college, I am working is very far from our home. Every day I come back home at 6 pm and sit with Rahul for assisting him for doing his home work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sekar&lt;/strong&gt;: Ok. Coming to second Agenda point .Due to this financial crisis we need to change the strategy of running our family. I am looking for your cooperation in the following cost cutting activities. I want to see the cost benefit of 40 % in this month budget after implementing this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Asking servant maid to leave her job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;       Stop ordering Pizzas for dinner      &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Avoid Tooth paste and use Neem sticks/Banyan Tree Sticks    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Switch on TV only for watching Sunday Movie and Friday Oliyum Ozhiyum(Well known program for film songs in Podigai TV)       &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Wise to listen news from our near by portion when they watch news in TV       &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Every Saturday visit our relative's homes and spend the whole day including break fast, lunch and Dinner      &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Don't invite anybody to our home. Sunday our relatives might come to our house. Just lock the door outside and do your work inside silently.      &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Everybody assemble in adjacent street Perumal temple on Sunday for breakfast. They provide 'Pongal' as 'prasadam' which is good in taste   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     Sheela stop going for gym and Yoga class. Use Attural (Made up of Stone for making Dosa /idly dough), Ammikal (Replacement of Mixie) instead of  grinder and Mixie. Mom please give KT to Sheela about this.    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Don't buy excess of things and store it in Fridge. Use big Mud pots for cool water.     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;   Everybody go to bed early around 6:30 pm. Ask Rahul to do his homework when he comes back from school immediately during the hours sunlight is  available. If not ask him to read under street light. He will become like Lincoln (Former US President) one day.    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Use as much of cycle for transportation to near by places(It will help you to reduce fat and Cholesterol content)        &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I know you are eager to watch latest release 'Vaaranam Aayiram'. Don't plan for that. Wail till next year Diwali to watch the same movie in Kalaignar TV. If you have any clarifications contact &lt;a href="mailto:Sheela@kitchen"&gt;Sheela@kitchen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to second Agenda point. Sheela, can you please update me about Rahul's Education. In which standard he is studying? Whether he got any double promotion? He was writing annual exam for third standard when I was leaving for Amsterdam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheela&lt;/strong&gt;: Sekar, I am bit worrying about his education. I have tracked his efforts, schedule in our OHM+ tool. I found 20 % in Effort variance and 35 % in schedule deviation. His learning curve goes down in the control chart which you can see in the report, I have sent you yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sekar&lt;/strong&gt;: Thanks for your measurements. I will review the report and we will discuss it on next week's call. I have a client meeting now. So we will discuss the third agenda item next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad.. can you please drop out from the call. I wanted to talk to Sheela about few personal things and Dad, don't forget to circulate the MOM to every one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheela&lt;/strong&gt;: Hello Sekar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheela&lt;/strong&gt;: Hello...Hello...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheela&lt;/strong&gt;: Hello...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tring...tring....tring...line&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652053367735701310-2682038403157745982?l=meintreatise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/feeds/2682038403157745982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652053367735701310&amp;postID=2682038403157745982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/2682038403157745982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/2682038403157745982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/2008/12/impact-of-crisis-in-it-employees-family.html' title='Impact of Crisis in IT Employee&apos;s Family:'/><author><name>Prashant Sree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBgbGig1rMI/TcNnxIk3NzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/B-hKUPQePCg/s220/p4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652053367735701310.post-13322811728771466</id><published>2008-12-05T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:25:00.236-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ignite a mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solution to Terrorism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbai terror attacks'/><title type='text'>Stop Cribbing and Start Living !!</title><content type='html'>A lot has been said and talked about Mumbai terror attacks... Came across a article by a 16 year young girl,Payoshi Roy.,. Now you want to do something for the country, read the post and face the reality if you can.  I admire the mature thinking and the attitude of the young girl...  Here we go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP THINK CRY LOVE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The siege on Mumbai left even the most experienced of us, stunned. Even those who have become immune to grief and tragedy stopped for a second. The 48-hour encounter with these extremely sophisticated and trained terrorists of Pakistani origin left India burning in every sense of the word. The versions and accounts are endless. Trying to quantify people’s grief would not only be futile but indeed low down. People who went for their daily evening session of beer and gossip at the Leopold café, that special once a month dinner at the Taj or for the bitter sweet occasion of farewell at CST Station never returned.  This isn’t the first time we’re hearing about something like this. These stories have been talked about through out this year and to be honest through out our lives. We have experienced five separate series of bomb blasts across the country in this year alone. The dreadful cries of the Gujarat riots are yet to recede from recent memories. The 2006 and 1993 Bombay blasts and riots haunt their victims even now.&lt;br /&gt;However, we are not here to talk about the grief that these victims suffer. Nor do I wish to discuss the various and repeated intelligence failures and lackadaisical attempts of the government and its security agencies. We are here to figure out what exactly is wrong with us, because it is evident that there is something horribly amiss in this country and it’s people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  People are not born terrorists. Teenagers do not get up one fine day with the conviction that violence is the path of their lives. The terrorist that battled with NSG in the Taj hotel for over 24 hours was not more that 25 years old. Can any of you imagine the kind of courage and determination that this young boy exemplified in accomplishing such a feat. He is a terrorist, a terrorist who is responsible for the death of over 150 people. He is also a mere boy. A boy whom we have forced into becoming the man he died as. The Indian mujahidin consists of young boys from the JMI College in Delhi. Sadhvi Pragya is in her early twenties. These people are our age. They are people who we see in movie halls and at street corners. They are not aliens of another race. Terrorism was not brought in from Mars. It breeds within us. The worst part is, that we created it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Every kind of terrorism stems from extremism; and extremism is the most obvious ramification of discrimination. Discrimination is sadly practiced in every nook and corner of our country. We think it’s insignificant, we think that it’s just the way people are. But it is discrimination and if only we were brave enough to face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It is discrimination when the age-old story of Hindu parents refusing to marry their daughter into a Muslim family repeats itself. It is discrimination when parents of Muslim children refuse to sing Hindu bhajans. It is discrimination when Christians refuse to participate in Hindu and Muslim festivals. All of this is discrimination. And every form of terrorism and extremism finds it’s roots in this kind of discrimination, which is practiced in each and every one of our homes. That is why we need to look at our homes and our thinking before we cry out in rage and protest against the government and security forces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Last night you had emotional and angry Mumbai mobs screaming out anti Pakistani slogans. That is the beginning of terrorism. Have we all gone mad? What does the normal Pakistani family who is probably in their own way praying for the Mumbai victims have anything to do with this?  This is the quintessential problem that we are facing. When will we realize that by blaming each other the problem will only intensify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The Hindus destroyed the Babri masjid. The Muslims blew up a Hindu coach. The Hindus killed a city full of Muslims. Wave after wave of madness. Stop! How long can we go on like this? An eye for an eye has never been the answer and it should not take us a thousand years to accept the truth of this statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You had Raj Thakare chasing out the north Indians and Biharis from Maharashtra. Over three hundred North Indians of the NSG saved his beloved Marathi manoos. Where was Bal Thakare then?  Forget about this one man, where were the rest of our cosmopolitan Mumbaikers who let this man get away with what he did.. Where were the progressive and peaceful Hindu leaders when churches burnt in Orissa and Karnataka? We should all hang our heads in shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In another 60 years we’ll have Bihari terrorists attacking Maharashtra and Maharashtrian terrorist retaliating. Next we’ll have border security squadrons for our state borders. Don’t smile skeptically. The India-Pakistan feud had also started off in 1947 with Muslims being chased out of Delhi and Hindus being chased out of Lahore. Look where it stands now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today you have every news channel proudly acclaiming the army, NSG and Marine commandos as heroes. People in Mumbai are running out on the streets to congratulate them. These heroes weren’t born today. They have been here all this while. Where were these people of India, the Media, when the IAS used their Machiavellian minds to reduce the salaries of all the Defense Forces. Where were these people when the corporate world squabbled over a few hundred rupees rise in the salaries of these men who always risk their lives to keep us safe? I could not see the bureaucracy putting their life on the line to save hostages in the Trident. I did not see the corporate world dying at the border during the Kargil war. And I did not see Indian citizens who today call these soldiers heroes defending them when they needed us the most.&lt;br /&gt;You want to know what the problem with India is? We’re cowards. We don’t think as a single nation and we can’t stand up for what’s right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give you a small and perfect example of what is wrong with us. We all complain about this country’s dirty roads. We love holidaying in London’s spick and span streets. The most educated of us are yet to hesitate while throwing a sweet wrapper or lays packet on the street. Or we’ll throw it in an already existing dump on the street. We can’t even wait till we come across a dustbin. This is what is wrong with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         We have enough and more to say about Manmohan Singh and Advani and every other useless politician and rightly so. But the fact is that in all honesty we couldn’t care less. The best of us don’t vote, don’t contest in elections and don’t even help out N.G.O.s When we can’t do anything for our country how dare we, I repeat, how dare we expect anyone else to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;We can go on talking about stepping up security, straightening out our coast guards and eradicating terrorism. But the problem lies not in our security system but in us. It lies in our madrassas, in our temples, in our schools in our homes and in our minds. And until we realize our role, until we open our eyes to this truth, not a thing will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Everyone talks about this new India, a shining progressive and young India. Well it’s time for Young, New and Shining India to prove herself. Stand up and prove your worth. This so- called liberal and progressive thinking generation needs to root out those weeds that grow in the oldest corners our gardens. We need to start thinking and start talking. Talking to ourselves and to others. We need to start doing.  This has to be a national youth movement. We have to make it the beginning of a revolution. Every historic movement starts like this. Vague, uncertain and hesitant but moving towards a common calling motivated by the same inspiration and dream. This is our chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Don’t tell me that we won’t be able to reach out to the people who need to hear what we have to say. These people live among us. There is no limit to what people can achieve when they set out to do something. You are talking about a country whose founding father won a war without raising a weapon. Who have lived on stories of  Subhash Chandra Bose calling out for blood and promising freedom.  Well we’ve bled. Now it’s time to get our freedom. Freedom from our own mindsets. Freedom from shackles we’ve placed on ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last two days have been the worst attack that India has ever dealt with. If this alarm wasn’t loud enough, no alarm will ever wake us up.&lt;br /&gt;How many more people have to die before we respond to India’s desperate plea for help?     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Payoshi Roy&lt;br /&gt;Class XI&lt;br /&gt;Bishop Cottons Girls School&lt;br /&gt;Bangalore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652053367735701310-13322811728771466?l=meintreatise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/feeds/13322811728771466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652053367735701310&amp;postID=13322811728771466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/13322811728771466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/13322811728771466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/2008/12/stop-cribbing-and-start-living.html' title='Stop Cribbing and Start Living !!'/><author><name>Prashant Sree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBgbGig1rMI/TcNnxIk3NzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/B-hKUPQePCg/s220/p4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652053367735701310.post-6097145992917521252</id><published>2008-06-05T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T05:32:37.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Name Pronounciation !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A good forward which explains the various way in which a "name" can pronounced written by an Indian immigrant in US. Check it out :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 31, 18);font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(161, 31, 18);font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;"  &gt;The following is an excerpt from a blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;"  &gt;   (written by an Indian in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 31, 18);font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(161, 31, 18);font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday,  September 28, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);font-family:Georgia;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;En per padum  paadu!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  full name is Kalaivani, but I call myself Kalai. This is not for scene, ....like  how Madhavan does in Anbe Sivam (Anbarasu --&gt; Ars).it has a looooong and  pathetic history...&lt;br /&gt;I started hearing different versions of my name after  coming to this country, and the painful fact is all the possible permutations  and combinations of vowels in my name give meaningful words in tamil!!!&lt;br /&gt;When  I first joined the university, my professor wrote to me..&lt;br /&gt;Dear KALAvani  &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(meaning: thief; context: kalavani paya..)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sari adhuvachum typo nu free ya  vittudalam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a year, I joined a company for  internship.those people called me before I joined, to inform me about some test  which I had to take..&lt;br /&gt;"Hello is this Ms. Kizhavaani?" &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(meaning: old; context : kizha  bolt..etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No..this is KALAIvaani"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohh..am sorry KALAvaani"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Marupadiyum.  ..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I  decided.periya pera irukkinala thane ivlo confusion?!! So, I started calling  myself 'Kalai'... but the story continued..&lt;br /&gt;I joined my full-time position  in another company recently. On my first day, we had a meeting..&lt;br /&gt;"Let's all  welcome our new associate.Ms. Kulai" &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(meaning: bunch; context: kulai kulaiyai vazhaipazham  kaaithadhu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! Followed by  smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dei.ennangada. .. ellarum serndhu comedy panreengala?  ??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anniku  arambichadhu. ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once my boss and I were talking about a project...  after finishing the meeting...&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, Kali. Nice to have you here!" &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(meaning: last yuga; context: kali muthi  pochu.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's KALAI" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Enakku idhu thevaya?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohh kAALi?" &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(meaning: goddess; context: badrakaali..  )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hee hee .very close" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Podaannnggg. ..!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I stopped correcting my name  after that..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine morning, I was working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey kiLai &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(meaning: branch; context: marakiLai)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.howz it going?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yea good" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Sollitu thirumbitten. Nammaluku edhuku indha per thiruthura  business nu...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that how you say your name?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Aaahaa arambichutanya.  ..!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhhh.  It's KALAI"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kolaai?" &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(meaning:pump; context: kozhai adi sandai.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Venaaammm.. .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kolai?" &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(meaning: murder; context: kolai panniduven.. )  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Venaam!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kaLai?" &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(meaning: weed; context: kaLai  pud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;u&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;nguradhu.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Valikkudhu. .. azhudhuduven. ..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May be I'll get your name with  practice. Haha." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Idhellam remba over da dei... Tamil la paatha rende  rendu ezhuthu thaan da!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ennada, Chandramukhi la thalaivar 'durga' perai  nakkaladikkira maathiri... namma per ayiduche nu nenaikkum podhu... my friend  came up with a brilliant idea!&lt;br /&gt;Adhavadhu... to compare my name with a  word.so I started using this word 'kaleidoscope' ; which has the same  pronunciation as 'kalai'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I started telling everyone. 'Kalai as in  kaleidoscope' !. Ippo kooda romba ellam ozhunga solradhulla. They are saying  'kalaai' &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(kalaaikiradhu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Kalaai!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yea?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just trying to say your name. Ha  ha ha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohhh  ..how sweet!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(thooo  thEri..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yedho vaandhi edukkira effect la per irundhalum.. .  my life was in peace... until few days back...&lt;br /&gt;My net connection was down,  so I called up the customer service &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(En kiragam. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Madras&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; call center ku pochu!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enakku andha vishayame  theriyala. So I started in complete American accent...&lt;br /&gt;"Your name  ma'am?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kalaai"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Can you repeat ma'am?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;Kalaai as in  kaleidoscope"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't get that ma'am. Can I have your number? I  can check the records"&lt;br /&gt;(Sigh!... and gave the number)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohh, Kalaivani, right?" (in a  sarcastic tone.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(  &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; paavi  makka... nee nammooora??! !! All American accents stopped. Back to Indian  accent.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  could clearly see what he was thinking... per paatha 'urs pammingly' nu podra  category maathiri irukku... scene podradhu mattum princess Diana range kaa...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anna... naan sathyama  andha maathiri illeeengana. ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652053367735701310-6097145992917521252?l=meintreatise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/feeds/6097145992917521252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652053367735701310&amp;postID=6097145992917521252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/6097145992917521252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/6097145992917521252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-forward-which-explains-various-way.html' title='Name Pronounciation !!'/><author><name>Prashant Sree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBgbGig1rMI/TcNnxIk3NzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/B-hKUPQePCg/s220/p4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652053367735701310.post-8631859371251842091</id><published>2008-05-20T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T07:43:55.794-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why CAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAT 08'/><title type='text'>CAT Aspirants !! Dont MISS IT.</title><content type='html'>An article (by IMS GM, Gejo) explaining about the CAT's  hyped status and what the future to-be Managers can expect in their roles. I found it refreshing and definitely clears some doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imsindia.com/myims/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=86&amp;amp;Itemid=59"&gt;CAT-2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652053367735701310-8631859371251842091?l=meintreatise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/feeds/8631859371251842091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652053367735701310&amp;postID=8631859371251842091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/8631859371251842091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/8631859371251842091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/2008/05/cat-aspirants-dont-miss-it.html' title='CAT Aspirants !! Dont MISS IT.'/><author><name>Prashant Sree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBgbGig1rMI/TcNnxIk3NzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/B-hKUPQePCg/s220/p4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652053367735701310.post-7012455847997714349</id><published>2008-05-20T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T07:01:36.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Success'/><title type='text'>A Wonderful Explantion of  SUCCESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Friends, analyze the picture which shows u the ways to the success. How people got struck  in the middle with out reaching the FRUIT of the success and what are the  reasons for the failure really a GOOD ART .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWXycWPCzX8/SDLUKOwY4GI/AAAAAAAAAec/N3JeL7K3Efg/s1600-h/success.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 669px; height: 814px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWXycWPCzX8/SDLUKOwY4GI/AAAAAAAAAec/N3JeL7K3Efg/s320/success.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202453791791177826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case the picture is not clearer, you can ping me up , if you need a copy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652053367735701310-7012455847997714349?l=meintreatise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/feeds/7012455847997714349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652053367735701310&amp;postID=7012455847997714349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/7012455847997714349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/7012455847997714349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/2008/05/wonderful-explantion-of-success.html' title='A Wonderful Explantion of  SUCCESS'/><author><name>Prashant Sree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBgbGig1rMI/TcNnxIk3NzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/B-hKUPQePCg/s220/p4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWXycWPCzX8/SDLUKOwY4GI/AAAAAAAAAec/N3JeL7K3Efg/s72-c/success.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652053367735701310.post-1560285015805977143</id><published>2008-05-14T08:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T08:17:19.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mail Forwards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corporate language'/><title type='text'>The Corporate language !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Another good forward which i thought of sharing with all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"We will do it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;" You will do it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"You have done a great job"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"More work to be given to you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"We are working on it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"We have not yet started working on the same"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Tomorrow first thing in the morning"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Its not getting done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;At least not tomorrow !".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"After discussion we will decide - I am very open to views"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"I have already decided, I will tell you what to do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"There was a slight miscommunication"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"We had actually lied"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Lets call a meeting and discuss"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"I have no time now, will talk later"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"We can always do it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"We actually cannot do the same on time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"We are on the right track but there needs to be a slight extension of the deadline"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"The project is screwed up, we cannot deliver on time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"We had slight differences of opinion"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"We had actually fought"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Make a list of the work that you do and let's see how I can help you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Anyway you have to find a way out no help from me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"You should have told me earlier"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Well even if you told me earlier that would have made hardly any difference!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"We need to find out the real reason"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Well I will tell you where your fault is"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Well... family is important, your leave is always granted. Just ensure that the work is not affected"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Well you know..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"We are a team"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"I am not the only one to be blamed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"That's actually a good question"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"I do not know anything about it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"All the Best"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;" You are in trouble"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652053367735701310-1560285015805977143?l=meintreatise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/feeds/1560285015805977143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652053367735701310&amp;postID=1560285015805977143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/1560285015805977143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/1560285015805977143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/2008/05/corporate-language.html' title='The Corporate language !!'/><author><name>Prashant Sree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBgbGig1rMI/TcNnxIk3NzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/B-hKUPQePCg/s220/p4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652053367735701310.post-538228373159723224</id><published>2008-05-13T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T08:47:46.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learnings'/><title type='text'>Your One minute !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;He almost  killed somebody, but one minute changed his life. The beautiful story comes from  Sherman Rogers' old book, FOREMEN: LEADERS OR DRIVERS? In his true-life story,  Rogers illustrates the importance of effective relationships.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;During  his college years, Rogers spent a summer in an Idaho logging camp. When the  superintendent had to leave for a few days, he put Rogers in charge.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;"What if  the men refuse to follow my orders?" Rogers asked. He thought of Tony, an  immigrant worker who grumbled and growled all day, giving the other men a hard  time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;"Fire  them," the superintendent said. Then, as if reading Rogers' mind, he added, "I  suppose you think you are going to fire Tony if you get the chance. I'd feel  badly about that. I have been logging for 40 years. Tony is the most reliable  worker I've ever had. I know he is a grouch and that he hates everybody and  everything. But he comes in first and leaves last. There has not been an  accident for eight years on the hill where he works."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Rogers  took over the next day. He went to Tony and spoke to him. "Tony, do you know I'm  in charge here today?" Tony grunted. "I was going to fire you the first time we  tangled, but I want you to know I'm not," he told Tony, adding what the  superintendent had said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;When he  finished, Tony dropped the shovelful of sand he had held and tears streamed down  his face. "Why he no tell me dat eight years ago?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;That day  Tony worked harder than ever before -- and he smiled! He later said to Rogers,  "I told my wife that you first foreman in deese country who ever say, 'Good  work, Tony,' and it make her feel like Christmas."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Rogers  went back to school after that summer. Twelve years later he met Tony again. He  was superintendent for railroad construction for one of the largest logging  companies in the West. Rogers asked him how he came to California and happened  to have such success. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Tony  replied, "If it not be for the one minute you talk to me back in Idaho, I keel  somebody someday. That one minute, changed my whole life."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Effective  managers know the importance of taking a moment to point out what a worker is  doing well. But what a difference a minute of affirmation can make in any  relationship! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;One  minute. Have you got one minute to thank someone?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;A minute  to tell someone what you sincerely like or appreciate about him/her?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;A minute  to elaborate on something he did well? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;One  minute. It can make a difference for a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652053367735701310-538228373159723224?l=meintreatise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/feeds/538228373159723224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652053367735701310&amp;postID=538228373159723224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/538228373159723224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/538228373159723224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/2008/05/your-one-minute.html' title='Your One minute !!'/><author><name>Prashant Sree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBgbGig1rMI/TcNnxIk3NzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/B-hKUPQePCg/s220/p4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652053367735701310.post-1223734482018097521</id><published>2008-03-26T10:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T10:04:31.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wise Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Wise Quotes !!</title><content type='html'>“The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning.” --- Mitch Albom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.&lt;br /&gt; Bertrand Russell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are faced with the paradoxical fact that education has become one of the chief obstacles to intelligence and freedom of thought.  - Anon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652053367735701310-1223734482018097521?l=meintreatise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/feeds/1223734482018097521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652053367735701310&amp;postID=1223734482018097521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/1223734482018097521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/1223734482018097521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/2008/03/wise-quotes.html' title='Wise Quotes !!'/><author><name>Prashant Sree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBgbGig1rMI/TcNnxIk3NzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/B-hKUPQePCg/s220/p4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652053367735701310.post-2832226730514254742</id><published>2008-03-20T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T04:34:10.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words of Wisdom'/><title type='text'>Quotes by Chanakya</title><content type='html'>"A person should not be too honest. Straight trees are cut first and honest people are hooked first. "  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Even if a snake is not poisonous, it should pretend to be venemous".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The biggest Guru-mantra is" Never share your secrets with anybody. It will destroy you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Before you start some work, always ask yourself three questions - Why am I doing it, What the results might be and Will I be successful. Only when you think deeply and find satisfactory answers to these questions, go ahead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As soon as the fear approaches near, attack and destroy it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The world's biggest power is the youth and beauty of a woman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once you start a working on something, don't be afraid of failure and don't abandon it. People who work sincerely are the happiest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind. But the goodness of a person spreads in all direction."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God is not present in idols. Your feelings are your god. The soul is your temple."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A man is great by deeds, not by birth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never make friends with people who are above or below you in status. Such friendships will never give you any happiness."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Treat your kid like a darling for the first five years. For the next five years, scold them. By the time they turn sixteen, treat them like a friend. Your grown up children are your best friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Books are as useful to a stupid person as a mirror is useful to a blind person."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Education is the best friend. An educated person is respected everywhere. Education beats the beauty and the youth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Quotes by Chanakya who was an Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275 BC .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652053367735701310-2832226730514254742?l=meintreatise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/feeds/2832226730514254742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652053367735701310&amp;postID=2832226730514254742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/2832226730514254742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/2832226730514254742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/2008/03/quotes-by-chanakya.html' title='Quotes by Chanakya'/><author><name>Prashant Sree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBgbGig1rMI/TcNnxIk3NzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/B-hKUPQePCg/s220/p4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652053367735701310.post-5758342648147354238</id><published>2008-03-20T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T04:32:46.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words of Wisdom'/><title type='text'>Humble Personification</title><content type='html'>Visiting that Ragavendra temple in Bangalore is almost more than a  routine for her. She has not seen him ever before in the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was sitting on the floor with his closed eyes, folded legs and locked  fingers in 'Gnana Mudra'. He looked strange and different with a turban  on his head and the very long flowing beard. Some thing was there in his  face that attracted her. She could not understand what that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finished her 'darshan' and came out; she saw the man was walking in the corridor. Again something was happening in her, she could not understand what was that. She was telling herself, "a poor old man. I have to help him". She ran to him, gave rupees ten in his hand and&lt;br /&gt;forced him to accept. He smiled, expressed a reverence like a 'prasadam' by keeping it in the forehead and thanked her by keeping the hand in prayer position ('Namasthey').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she came out, she saw the man was getting into his Mercedes Benz, she was perplexed, shivered and ran to him and said, "Sir (Ayya!), Please forgive me, I did not do this to insult you. By seeing your dress and appearance, I thought you are struggling in life and offered you the&lt;br /&gt;money. It is a blunder. I am sorry. Please forgive me. Please give me back that money. I am sorry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man with the fake beard and turban laughed and replied her politely, "Ammaa.. There is no mistake of yours. It is the other way. The creator is again and again reminding me through some body, "You are nothing. You are not special. Everybody is equal in front of me". He keeps on sending this message again and again and today you happened to be a medium. That's it. Thanks a ton". His hand again went to prayer position, expressed gratitude to the lady and he went into his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the lady realized the man was none other than Super star Rajini Kanth - Asia's number one paid actor, he has left the place. She did not know what to do. With tears in her eyes, she was starring at the direction that the car went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- From Dr. Gayathri Sreekanth's "The Name Is Rajini Kanth - A biography"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652053367735701310-5758342648147354238?l=meintreatise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/feeds/5758342648147354238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652053367735701310&amp;postID=5758342648147354238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/5758342648147354238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/5758342648147354238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/2008/03/humble-personification.html' title='Humble Personification'/><author><name>Prashant Sree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBgbGig1rMI/TcNnxIk3NzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/B-hKUPQePCg/s220/p4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652053367735701310.post-260774507421078009</id><published>2008-03-17T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T22:54:54.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learnings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words of Wisdom'/><title type='text'>Dhirubhai Ambani’s words of wisdom</title><content type='html'>*True entrepreneurship comes only from risk-taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pursue your goal, even in the face of difficulties. Convert difficulties into opportunities. Keep your morale high, in spite of setbacks. At the end you are bound to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My advice to young entrepreneurs is not to accept defeat in the face of odds. Challenge negative forces with hope, self-confidence and conviction. I believe that ambition and initiative will ultimately triumph. The success of the young entrepreneur will be the key to India’s transformation in the new millennium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dhirubhai will go one day. But Reliance’s employees and shareholders will keep it afloat. Reliance is now a concept in which the Ambanis have become irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I have trusted people and they have put their trust in me. I have encouraged youth, and they have never let me down. I have asked my people to take initiative and to take risks. It has paid me rich dividends. I insist on excellence. This helps us to be leaders. Reliance is built on some&lt;br /&gt;of these principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The secret of Reliance’s success was to have ambition and to know the minds of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Growth has no limit at Reliance. I keep revising my vision. Only when you dream it you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The problem with Indians is that we have lost the habit of thinking big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We can prove to the world that India can do it. That Indians are not afraid of competition. That India is a nation of achievers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I dream India of becoming a great economic superpower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We must forge a new partnership for a great India. A strong and constructive partnership between industry, government and society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We must always go for the best. Do not compromise on quality. Reject if it is not the best — not only the best in India, but globally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If India wants to be a great nation, we must have courage to trust. This is my sincere belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All we have to do is to break the shackles that chain the energies of our people, and India’s economy will record a quantum leap and move into a new, higher orbit of growth, competitiveness and productivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I can never fully repay the debt I owe to Mumbai. To all of you. My past was shaped in Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*For those who dare to dream, there is a whole world to win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am deaf to the word ‘NO.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am 100 per cent pro-liberalisation. I do not think any industrialist is against it. But we should protect our industries, from unfair competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There is no question about that (retirement). Business is my hobby. It is not a burden to me. In any case Reliance now can run without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I give least importance to being Number one. I consider myself to be fortunate in this position and would like to contribute to nation building in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Does making money excite me? No, but I have to make money for my shareholders. What excites me is achievement, doing something difficult. In this room extraordinary things must happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Think big, think fast, think ahead. Ideas are no one’s monopoly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Our dreams have to be bigger. Our ambitions higher. Our commitment deeper. And our efforts greater. This is my dream for Reliance and for India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*First and foremost, I owe my success and achievements to the affection, friendship and trust of millions of employees, customers, shareholders, and business associates, who have stood by me and been a major source of my strength all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I believe that the success of Reliance cannot be attributed to the qualities and achievements of one individual, or even a group of individuals, but has to be viewed as a triumph of a process, and a spirit that binds the entire Reliance family together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I consider myself a pathfinder. I have been excavating the jungle and making the road for others to walk. I like to be the first in everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I, as school kid, was a member of the Civil Guard, something like today’s NCC. We had to salute our officers who went round in jeeps. So I thought one day I will also ride in a jeep and somebody else will salute me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My fulfillment lies in the satisfaction of every member of the Reliance family, comprising thousands of workers, managers, business associates and over five million shareholders. Being instrumental in creating wealth for over 5 million India families, and bringing prosperity and well being to their life is the best source of satisfaction and joy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Give the youth a proper environment. Motivate them. Extend them the support they need. Each one of them has infinite source of energy. They will deliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You do not require an invitation to make profits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you work with determination and with perfection, success will follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Between my past, the present and the future, there is one common factor: Relationship and Trust. This is the foundation of our growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We bet on people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Meeting the deadlines is not good enough, beating the deadlines is my expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Don’t give up, courage is my conviction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We cannot change our rulers, but we can change the way they rule us. As A G Krishnamurthy, founder of Mudra Communications, writes in his book, Dhirubhaism, about some of the Reliance founder’s doctrines:&lt;br /&gt;Roll up your sleeves and help. You and your team share the same DNA.&lt;br /&gt;Be a safety net for your team.&lt;br /&gt;Always be the silent benefactor. Don’t tom-tom about how you helped someone.&lt;br /&gt;Dream big, but dream with your eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;Leave the professional alone!&lt;br /&gt;Change your orbit, constantly!&lt;br /&gt;Money is not a product by itself, it is a by-product, so don’t chase it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Fwd from a Kindred Soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652053367735701310-260774507421078009?l=meintreatise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/feeds/260774507421078009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652053367735701310&amp;postID=260774507421078009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/260774507421078009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/260774507421078009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/2008/03/dhirubhai-ambanis-words-of-wisdom.html' title='Dhirubhai Ambani’s words of wisdom'/><author><name>Prashant Sree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBgbGig1rMI/TcNnxIk3NzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/B-hKUPQePCg/s220/p4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652053367735701310.post-5186238804907331790</id><published>2008-03-13T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T07:25:38.548-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learnings'/><title type='text'>Let Go - The Ego</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Came across a nice forward. Very useful if applied in our life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There was once a learned scientist after a lot of practice and efforts developed a formula and learned the art of reproducing himself. He did it so perfectly that it was impossible to tell the reproduction from the original. Thus, he was successful in his formula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;One day while doing his research he realized that the Angel of Death was searching for him. In order to remain immortal he reproduced a dozen copies of himself. The reproduction was so meticulous that all of them looked exactly like him. When the Angel of death came down, he was at a loss to know which of the thirteen before him was the original scientist, and confused, he left them all alone and returned back to heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But, not for long, for being an expert in human nature, the Angel came up with a clever idea. He said to the scientist addressing all thirteen of them, "Sir, you must be a genius to have succeeded in making such perfect reproduction formula of yourself. However, I have discovered a flaw in your work, just one tiny little flaw."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The scientist immediately jumped out and shouted, "Impossible! Where is the flaw?" "Right here" said the Angel, as he picked up the scientist from among the reproductions and carried him off. The whole purpose of the scientist and his formula of reproduction failed as he could not control his pride and lost his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So check out friends, while your Knowledge and Skills takes you to the top of the ladder and make you successful, but the three letter word "EGO" will pull you down immediately. Let go your Ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652053367735701310-5186238804907331790?l=meintreatise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/feeds/5186238804907331790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652053367735701310&amp;postID=5186238804907331790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/5186238804907331790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/5186238804907331790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/2008/03/let-go-ego.html' title='Let Go - The Ego'/><author><name>Prashant Sree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBgbGig1rMI/TcNnxIk3NzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/B-hKUPQePCg/s220/p4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652053367735701310.post-3080528777728757463</id><published>2008-03-13T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T07:05:32.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Touching Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>A small touching story mainly for professionals. ..</title><content type='html'>A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON:   "Daddy, may I ask you a question?"&lt;br /&gt;DAD:   "Yeah sure, what is it?" replied the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON:   "Daddy, how much do you make an hour?"&lt;br /&gt;DAD:   "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?" the man said angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON:    "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?"&lt;br /&gt;DAD:    "If you must know, I make Rs.100 an hour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON:     "Oh," the little boy replied, with his head down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON:   "Daddy, may I please borrow Rs.50?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father was furious, "If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.  The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs.50 and he really didn't ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you asleep, son?" He asked.&lt;br /&gt;"No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier" said the man.&lt;br /&gt;"It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you.. Here's the Rs.50 you asked for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy sat straight up, smiling. "Oh, thank you daddy!" He yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you want more money if you already have some?" the father grumbled.&lt;br /&gt;"Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy, I have Rs.100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?&lt;br /&gt;Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do remember to share that Rs.100 worth of your time with someone you love. &lt;br /&gt;If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family &amp;amp; friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.  And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652053367735701310-3080528777728757463?l=meintreatise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/feeds/3080528777728757463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652053367735701310&amp;postID=3080528777728757463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/3080528777728757463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/3080528777728757463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/2008/03/small-touching-story-mainly-for.html' title='A small touching story mainly for professionals. ..'/><author><name>Prashant Sree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBgbGig1rMI/TcNnxIk3NzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/B-hKUPQePCg/s220/p4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652053367735701310.post-4208560141326942575</id><published>2008-03-11T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T03:04:54.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Touching Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learnings'/><title type='text'>A Touching Story - Plz Dont Drink &amp; Drive !!!</title><content type='html'>I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."&lt;br /&gt;Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart nearly stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''&lt;br /&gt;"OK" he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mommy loves white roses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was this the family of the little boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The value of a man or woman resides in what he or she gives, not in what they are capable of receiving...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652053367735701310-4208560141326942575?l=meintreatise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/feeds/4208560141326942575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652053367735701310&amp;postID=4208560141326942575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/4208560141326942575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/4208560141326942575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/2008/03/touching-story-plz-dont-drink-drive.html' title='A Touching Story - Plz Dont Drink &amp; Drive !!!'/><author><name>Prashant Sree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBgbGig1rMI/TcNnxIk3NzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/B-hKUPQePCg/s220/p4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652053367735701310.post-4517855786181047413</id><published>2008-03-09T22:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:58:19.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moral story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learnings'/><title type='text'>Five (5) lessons  about the way we treat people.</title><content type='html'>1  - First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During  my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a  conscientious student and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What is the first name of the woman who cleans the  school?' Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning  woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50's, but how  would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question   blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question  would count toward our quiz grade.&lt;br /&gt;'Absolutely, ' said the professor.  'In your careers, you will meet many people.  All are significant.  They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and  say 'hello.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her   name was Dorothy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  - Second Important Lesson -Pickup in the  Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, at 11:30  p.m.,  an older African American woman was standing on the side of an   Alabama  highway trying to endure a lashing rain   storm.  Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking  wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to  help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960's. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a  taxicab.&lt;br /&gt;She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the  man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his  home. A special note was attached.&lt;br /&gt;It read:&lt;br /&gt;'Thank you so much  for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not  only my clothes, but also my spirits.  Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside  just before he passed away... God&lt;br /&gt;bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Nat King  Cole.( Nat was  very famous African American singer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3  - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those who  serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy  entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of  water in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;'How much is an ice cream sundae?' he  asked.&lt;br /&gt;'Fifty cents,' replied the waitress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy  pulled is hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?' he inquired.&lt;br /&gt;By  now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing  impatient.&lt;br /&gt;'Thirty-five cents,' she brusquely replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  little boy again counted his coins.&lt;br /&gt;'I'll have the plain ice cream,'  he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the  table and walked away The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and  left.  When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped  down the table.  There, placed neatly beside the empty dish,&lt;br /&gt;were  two nickels and five pennies..&lt;br /&gt;You see,  he couldn't  have  the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a  tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4  - Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our  Path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway.   Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the  huge rock.  Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers  came by and simply walked around it.  Many loudly blamed the&lt;br /&gt;King  for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the  stone out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;Then a peasant came along carrying a load of  vegetables.  Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down  his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road.   After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in  the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins  and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person  who removed the boulder from the roadway.  The peasant learned what  many of us never understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every obstacle presents an opportunity to  improve our condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5  - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it  Counts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got  to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare &amp;amp;serious  disease.  Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood  transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had&lt;br /&gt;miraculously survived  the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the  illness.  The doctor explained the situation to her little  brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood  to his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, 'Yes I'll do it if it will save  her.'   As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed  next to his sister  and smiled, as we all did, seeing  the color returning to her cheek.  Then his face&lt;br /&gt;grew pale and his smile faded.&lt;br /&gt;He looked up at  the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, 'Will I start to die right  away'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor;  he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in  order to save her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly. ......... ........ 'Work like you don't need the  money, love like you've never been hurt, and dance like you do when  nobody's watching.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtsey: Forward from a blessed soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652053367735701310-4517855786181047413?l=meintreatise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/feeds/4517855786181047413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652053367735701310&amp;postID=4517855786181047413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/4517855786181047413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/4517855786181047413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/2008/03/five-5-lessons-about-way-we-treat.html' title='Five (5) lessons  about the way we treat people.'/><author><name>Prashant Sree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBgbGig1rMI/TcNnxIk3NzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/B-hKUPQePCg/s220/p4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652053367735701310.post-8590655607814724004</id><published>2008-03-09T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T08:31:59.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MBA life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MBA'/><title type='text'>A 9 Step Survival Kit to those 2 years at a B-School from someone who's learnt it at SPJIMR</title><content type='html'>Written By an SPJIMR alumnae... Found it in Pagal Guy. Thought will post it for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following article comes with an inherently flawed assumption - that I have received my PGDBM degree (which by the way, is still subjected to the vagaries of nature and the powers at my institute). It is an attempt to demystify some of the myths surrounding MBA education and a guideline to survive a two year journey during which one not only undergoes an emotional turmoil, financial backlash but also a personal renunciation of joys like watching cricket 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must confess that one of the most important reasons I wanted to do an MBA was to have the security of a solid six-figure salary in the shortest possible time. I was in Standard VII, when I read an India Today cover story profiling some of India’s hottest professional profiles. All of them were MBA’s from India’s top institutes. I read about this chap called Rajeev Balakrishnan whose salary at the age of 24 read an eye-popping six-figure sum. I was damn impressed by our man’s grey suit and I told myself- “Gotta be like that , Issac, gotta be like that”. I don’t have that magazine issue with me today but yeah the color of the suit was grey. I have a tremendous memory for irrelevant details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was in 1995. Today in 2006, I have a black suit and I am going to pen the following words with the limited wisdom of a guy who has had the pleasure and the pain to go through two years of MBA education at one of India’s top institutes. The following 9 points are some of my most treasured gems of learning I have picked up from my experiences of the last two years. They should be applicable to any wannabe MBA or anyone who is still going through the pleasure such an education bestows. Some of them have been acquired through personal application, some through observation and some have been passed on to me by some of my gurus at SPJIMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Play the game of Last Impression and not First Impression:&lt;br /&gt;In MBA, the rule of first impression being the best impression never applies. Do not ever attempt to make a point at the beginning of a class if there are CP marks. Make your point when the class is slow, drab and fatally boring. This is usually towards the end of the class. People who speak early lose their recall in the eyes of the professor. There will be a time mid-way when every CP desperate guy will attempt to make a point. During these times you should simply watch the fun from the sidelines. Do not attempt to break the clutter for you will be lost and loathed by those desperate around you. Go for your kill only in times of recession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Find the goldmine but don’t dig it yourself:&lt;br /&gt;In times of exams and tests go to the specialist of a subject for advice. Every batch has an Eco, Quant, FM and Operations specialist. If you are the kinds who never bothered to attend classes or thought of Brearley-Myers as the updated version of Duckworth-Lewis go to that expert for that particular subject, spend time in his company. Take tips from him including the syllabus for the test. These guys are better than textbooks. Often they might also tell you the exact question that’s coming for they spend a lot of time in the professor’s cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Keep your ego at Absolute Zero:&lt;br /&gt;Feel at ease to be thought of as stupid or crazy. Your batchmate or even your professors are hugely unlikely to be your employer. So if you have a doubt, ask but in private. Never take the liberty to make yourself stupid in front of 50 others. That’s dangerous. Always approach the person one-on-one if you have a doubt and preferably don’t approach a professor. I learnt on an average atleast 60% more from my peers than from my professors. How I arrived at that figure is a mystery- even to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Keep your options open; all the time:&lt;br /&gt;This I learnt from my stint as a Placement Committee member in Second Year. There is a beauty in not committing to anyone, learn to admire it and exercise it. In terms of electives, minors, careers and dates always keep your options open till as long as you can. I never killed my alternatives even when I was always sure what I was going to do. This is an off-shoot of the best answer in any MBA class. Professor: So should D/E equity ratio be low or high? Dumb Guy 1 : High because blah blah blah.. Dumb Guy 2 : Low because blah blah blah… Smart Guy: It depends Sir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Be Flexible:&lt;br /&gt;In the last two years, I have developed a huge interest in Theater, Movies, Writing and Photography. This is only because I was willing to listen and spend time with experts from my batch in each of these fields with an eagerness of a beaver and the curiosity of a 3 year old. I realized later that whenever I told myself “That’s not for me...” I have lost out on something. Some of the things I learnt from my batchmates range from fields of Oil Painting, Yoga and Astronomy to Animation using 3-D Max. There’s no limit really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Play to Peer Pressure most of the times:&lt;br /&gt;I had been told in school to carve my own individuality and not be guided by peer pressure. Conversely, in a B-School, I believe Peer Pressure is an element that one should exploit wisely. So if in a Costing Viva there are 110 before you who have told you that they have said that Cost Control is better than Cost Cutting and you have reason to believe them and you are the 111th, do not , I repeat do not take a chance and play the hero to say the converse. Follow the crowd for something called Relative Grading will plunge you to depths you would have never imagined existed. I used to do a quick poll before any individual assignment submission to gauge how many are actually submitting on time and if a substantial part weren’t going to, I put on my earphones back on for that Quentin Tarantino flick, I’d left mid-way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don’t take anything at face value:&lt;br /&gt;This I picked up from a Harsha Bhogle videotape in our library. If something is coming your way and it seems to easy, question its validity. So even if you are mid-way understanding a concept from the batch topper and you are grasping it easily, question him in between. If you thought you calculated the Black-Scholes with real ease in the examination don’t sit back and relax but speak to a few people around you. Chances are you screwed up big-time and that means managing better impression in the eyes of the professor from next class. (Refer Rule 1). I once thought I had a real easy Costing paper and came out half an hour before the allotted time only to realize later I missed out on the last Question that was listed on the second page of the question paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Speak it out in the hostel rooms:&lt;br /&gt;If there is something that you vehemently disagreed with in class, don’t let it play in your mind but speak it out in the mess, the gymnasium, the nearby bar or in your hostel room. I can never under-estimate the wisdom I gained from thrashing things out with my pals outside the classroom. We never reached a consensus and that’s exactly I value those heated discussions right up there in my takeaways from SPJIMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I am not like everybody else:&lt;br /&gt;I said play to peer pressure most of the times but when things were going to have a greater impact on me and these related to career choices, I was happy to let go of the crowd and tell myself that I wasn’t like everybody else. Placements are the craziest time in a B-School because the stakes are really high and you would see people around you apply helter-skelter to companies and you would be tempted to do so too. Know yourself well and when you feel like taking that step that 30 others are taking around you and you don’t have a reason as to why “ Me too?”, pause a second and tell yourself, “You have a right to be different from others”. If that doesn’t still soothe your nerves, go right ahead and as I said previously exploit the power of peer pressure. It never let me down. On an average my Marketing Batchmates would apply across 4 different sectors and 12 companies for Final Placements. I applied to 2 sectors and 6 companies. 2 of the companies did not even shortlist me. I came out more than fine in the other 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Truth be told,” Harsha Bhogle says “Management is fantastic general education”. If you don’t try too hard, just let it be and have a smile on your face most of the times you will do great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Issac M. John&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652053367735701310-8590655607814724004?l=meintreatise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/feeds/8590655607814724004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652053367735701310&amp;postID=8590655607814724004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/8590655607814724004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/8590655607814724004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/2008/03/9-step-survival-kit-to-those-2-years-at.html' title='A 9 Step Survival Kit to those 2 years at a B-School from someone who&apos;s learnt it at SPJIMR'/><author><name>Prashant Sree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBgbGig1rMI/TcNnxIk3NzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/B-hKUPQePCg/s220/p4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652053367735701310.post-1716797624537550565</id><published>2008-02-05T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T05:07:47.304-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Touching Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>A Touching Story</title><content type='html'>A Story which i came across in a mail. Found it good, so posting it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny,  are you sure I don't have enough money?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart nearly stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK" he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mommy loves white roses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical  state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was this the family of the little boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The value of a man or woman resides in what he or she gives, not in what they are capable of receiving...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652053367735701310-1716797624537550565?l=meintreatise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/feeds/1716797624537550565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652053367735701310&amp;postID=1716797624537550565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/1716797624537550565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/1716797624537550565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/2008/02/touching-story.html' title='A Touching Story'/><author><name>Prashant Sree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBgbGig1rMI/TcNnxIk3NzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/B-hKUPQePCg/s220/p4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652053367735701310.post-702259981643093517</id><published>2008-02-04T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T06:07:57.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collection'/><title type='text'>Epidemus Quotes !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you are offended at any man's fault, turn to yourself and study your own failings. Then you will forget your anger. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;To accuse others for one's own misfortunes is a sign of want of education. To accuse oneself shows that one's education has begun. To accuse neither oneself nor others shows that one's education is complete. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The world turns aside to let any man pass who knows where he is going.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It takes more than just a good looking body. You've got to have the heart and soul to go with it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is not he who reviles or strikes you who insults you, but your opinion that these things are insulting. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is impossible to begin to learn that which one thinks one already knows. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;If evil be spoken of you and it be true, correct yourself, if it be a lie, laugh at it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be careful to leave your sons well instructed rather than rich, for the hopes of the instructed are better than the wealth of the ignorant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;All philosophy lies in two words, sustain and abstain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652053367735701310-702259981643093517?l=meintreatise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/feeds/702259981643093517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652053367735701310&amp;postID=702259981643093517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/702259981643093517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652053367735701310/posts/default/702259981643093517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meintreatise.blogspot.com/2008/02/epidemus-quotes.html' title='Epidemus Quotes !!'/><author><name>Prashant Sree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBgbGig1rMI/TcNnxIk3NzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/B-hKUPQePCg/s220/p4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
