Boss that change my thoughts :)

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Have you ever stop to thinking of all the people who have come and gone in your life? Sure maybe some weren’t what you would call special too you but I would surmise they left something with you as the passed through.

“The more light you allow within you, the brighter the world you live in will be.”

Shakti Gawain

I remember a boss I had years ago, he was over bearing and just plain awful I didn’t particularly like him and most days I hoped to avoid him if at all possible. A few months into the job and the more time I spent around him the more I began to understand his nastiness. He had just lost his share in his family business. It was after this revelation that I decided to change my attitude towards him. See, at first I just thought he was a mean person but what I found out over time, he was in pain and mourning and could no longer see the beauty of his life.

I didn’t work there for long but when I left my boss gave me something and he never knew it. He gave me patience and understanding, it was through him that I learned a valuable lesson in life, we cannot begin to understand and judge someone unless we know where they’ve been in their lives.

I believe that God places people in our lives for a short time or even a season and there is something that we are meant to learn from them. When we allow ourselves to be “touched” by these people we receive gifts far beyond the material world. Our hearts are open and our spirits are able to soar.

If we are able to change our attitudes in life and appreciate the abundance we have, we are able to foster thankfulness for everyone and everything around us each day. We are each give opportunities within our day to touch someone in our lives right now and bless them. It can be a kind word, holding the door or even getting a co-worker a cup of coffee. It’s these little actions that foster thankfulness within ourselves and those around us.Imageife

 

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I am PISSED OFF !!!

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How many of you have been so pissed off that you did something stupid in the midst of your rage? Take a moment and think about it? I’m sure we have all been there and it can include everything from swearing at the wrong time or person, throwing something, breaking something, or getting yourself kicked out of a public place. Being pissed off sucks and we do stupid crap when we are hulking out. In this post I want to talk about a  incident I was involved in.

On usual day of office , I was sitting in the chair and doing my job precautionally even newspaper headline shouted about Terroist Attack in Mumbai .The Atmosphere around the country with full of outrages and  Politicians cowarded and self –defenced statement .My mind were Already PISSED OFF .On Routinely talk with colleague ,He said the there were Two bombs whether Highly Explosive or Crude one , had been difused in the Ahmedabad just 10 mins ago .I  frightenly retorted with Questions .The Conversation are as followed:

Me : Is it true dude ?

He : Yes . I Got called from  Policeman who is my best mate

Me : I don’t believe about it as none of news sources or reporter or tweet has been updated about it .

He : The source are genuine and I know him verywell

After all the chattered done , I had confidence about the matter and I called up my family and warned about not to go around that area and described all the matter as conversation happened with my colleague . I was totally freaking out with the news roaming in the office and terrified by heart as just day before it was blast in Mumbai .

For sake of humanity and as  Twitter addicted by nature , I updated my status ====>

After updating freaking and very sensitive news about bomb threat in the city ,Many people had started shouting and abusing me as there were not a single news about it.

I WAS UTTERLY  PISSED OFF  .

Most of them i never had interacted . With effect of Adrenaline in the body , I had mentioned the tweet to the Honorable CM Narendra Modi and News channel as well .

 

After Few Hour later , The news had been confirmed that there weren’t any Bomb threat in the city .Its all fake  and

Implausible  RUMORS  !!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I am Frustrated !!

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Someone say  life has to move on ,someone say life have to live every moments ,someone say life is bitch !!

Now I am seriously wondering which Jerking ass to follow !!!

In spite reading many books on phycology , my mind still craving for more thoughts !! its seems that life have never end to find the right destination with right path !!

 

I achieved lots of destination in life span but still eagerly waiting for the moment that will gloriously satisfied my heart !! Anyway i don’t care for my mind word .its always weird and nagging !!

 

Sorry to all reader to distract your mind with such a boring stuff

 

 

 

 

but thats the i do when i am frustrated !!

 

 

REMEMBERING A FRIEND !!!

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Here I am writing about one person who was friend in deed but not indeed.

 

 

 

 

 

THE FOLLOWING DESCRIPTION IS PURELY NOT A CO-INCIDANCE, ITS TRUELY NON-FICTION, BRAIN MADE, AND IF ANYONE HAS RELEVANCE TO ANY SARCASM, I AM REALLY GLAD!! SO KINDLY READ ON YOUR OWN RISK.

 

 

We met at college, and my journey of laughter railed after, A must read characteristic…….

And fall in friendship (for while)

He was weird (as all known)

I thought lets give him chance to be friend (for humanity)

He didn’t pronounce abuse word (I though)

He could only wear one earring only (he lied that it’s genetically)

Other people pissed him lot (what he made for)

He was reading geek (a porn book specially)

He was internet addict (for prostitute chat)

He was unique (God throw out mold after he born)

He was man (pissed from hole)

He had big arse (beat elephant twice)

His father cried after he born (screamed for sperm wasted)

He played cricket (just converted oxygen into carbon dioxide on field)

He went to beach (since then that beach is without bitches)

His was look weird (even mosquitoes avoid him as spam)

He only worn clothes (for hiding his humps and lumps of body)

Twitter got idea from his life (just 140 characters enough to describe )

He is vanishing (waiting wikileak to leak his address)

He is using FACEBOOK ( he think its dating site )

His bumper sticker (I’m schizophrenic and so am I.)

AFTER READING ALL SARCASM , I KNOW YOU ARE CURIOUS PASSIONATE TO SEE THE PERSON WHO HAVE SUCH A WEIRD QUALITIES.BUT ITS MY LUCK THAT I MET HIM (everyone have not same luck ) ,

WITH ALL DUE RESPECT TO…

ITS ONE AND ONLY KHODIFAD. (He don’t deserve a clap)

THANKS TO BE A FRIEND (hope forever after reading these).

 

Money Honeys

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Put women and money and relationships in the same sentence and prostitution springs to mind.

Meanwhile, string men, money and relationships together and you get economic responsibility, planning and investment.

In other words, men manage money when it comes to relationships while women use relationships to manage men (and so, get money).

Well, this is the traditional assumption in any case.

But does it still hold up today?

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, I am disheartened to discover similar expectations among women my own age – singles, marrieds and defactos alike. Even career girls. Even those who identified as various shades of ”feminist”.

Given the opportunities we have today – the realities we face – how can young women still leave their financial future to the man they’ll one day meet and marry?

And how can young men feel OK about shouldering the burden of money management when equality is demanded in every other aspect of relationships?

It prompted me to think about my own relationship with money, as a woman: did I, or would I come to, depend on men for financial security?

As a student of economics at university and a fierce careerist, I understand the value of the money.

And as someone who advocates the idea of romantic independence and equality, I don’t expect to meet a woman who’ll one day ”sort me out”.

Even though I have no investment strategy, own no assets and I have to work hard to talk about money without emotional attachment.

And I’m not waiting for Princess Charming either … but I find the idea of a self-funded, self-directed financial future doable, though somewhat daunting.

 

Workaholic tends alcoholic

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After working 1 year into evil empire  I realize today if I would born for this kind of work , then better to die early with Rest In peace Sign on grave .I always try to work hard with my passion and my knowledge which I got from school and colleges( formerly all were called educational temple )

 

Sure I can accomplish all the stuff that is asked of me but instead of doing it with my heart, I do it with my brain.

 

Most people would probably say, “It’s work…you’re supposed to use your brain right?”  True, but I’ve always wanted to do something that would also fill my heart with joy.  I’m not a robot you know.  Yes, the evil empire is very generous and money is abundant  and it’s all good and very much appreciated but…and this may sound very cliché…but I feel there’s something missing.  Perhaps some may think, “How can you say that when you earn so much already?!”  Like I said, I’m very thankful and grateful for the material blessings but I honestly would give it up if I were to do something that I know would truly make me happy.

I still get days here where it’s just nothing…and I’ll go about my day just thinking about surviving until the weekend comes (screaming “freedom!” ala Braveheart)…and then certain days will come when you just want to scream out, “Get me the  outta here!”–especially when you work too damn hard and then people still expect you to grow 10 extra arms so that you can cater to all their other insignificant / personal needs.  I know my friend and I always joke that we’re just “slaves”  but it’s not really funny when you’re living it.

I don’t have any solutions yet.  All I know is that I should be wise with  my earnings now.

 

Any bright ideas?

 

Money and Relationship

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Let’s talk about sex…nah, that’s too easy. Let’s talk about money instead. Did your stomach just start to churn? Did you reel back slightly?

As a society we’re not very comfortable talking about money. It’s forbidden to talk about how much you earn, clumsy to discuss how much you paid for something. But if this dynamic extends into a relationship it can cause extreme difficulty.

Take one couple I know of. Together they own a coffee, but the wife has no idea about the financial position of the enterprise, despite being liable for any debts incurred by the business. Her husband won’t talk to her about finances, in fact when she raises the issue it causes a fight, which has created mistrust and a rift between them.

Is he larceny money from the till? And if so, what’s he spending it on? Why all the secrecy? Or is it that he doesn’t want to admit the business’ real, possibly dire financial outlook? Perhaps he’s so far behind with the accounts he simply doesn’t know what the real financial position is and is too scared to admit it.

There still seems to be a paternalistic approach to money in many relationships: the little woman doesn’t really need to concern herself with the family’s finances – that’s a man’s job. So who’s to blame in this situation and, more importantly, how could it be rectified?

As with many aspects of a relationship, if communication breaks down between a couple, it’s probably best to seek professional help from a good counsellor with experience helping couples sort through their financial communication issues.

“A counsellor will sit down with a couple and map out the issues, often using a computer program, which is an approach many guys can relate to. Doing this shows savings patterns and where the money is going. But to be honest, often people don’t go to Counsellor until they are in dire straights; they might already have maxed out multiple credit cards before they come in to see Counsellor.

In a heterosexual relationship Counsellor says the problem isn’t usually that women don’t understand money, or that they want to leave financial decisions to the men-folk. “It’s more about ingrained roles in our society about men being the provider. If men don’t feel they are fulfilling this role it can become an issue of shame and pride. Money has more of an emotional impact in our lives than almost any other aspect.”

If you find yourself in a situation where there’s a breakdown in your relationship about money you might need to take a different approach to the way you and your partner approach spending. Counsellor says often couples split expenses rather than make joint decisions about how to save for something like a holiday. “You might find one partner pays for the flights and the other partner pays for the accommodation, rather than saying ‘we need to save 2 lacs for a holiday together’.”

When it comes to bank accounts Counsellor says a sensible approach is to have a joint household account, plus “an individual account that doesn’t have to be accounted for. A good compromise might be that each partner gets 50,000 a year to spend on themselves, as long as the bills are paid first.”

As a couple, if you find yourself weighted down by a mountain of debt the first thing you should do is make an appointment with a financial counsellor and immediately contact those you owe money to. Most creditors will let you arrange a payment plan that will reduce individual repayments but still ensure you pay off the debt over time.

How do you deal with money in your relationship? Are you equal partners or is one side solely responsible for money? Do you think it’s possible to resolve conflict about money in a relationship? I’d love to hear your thoughts

Car story

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TWO CARS ARE DRIVING OPPOSITE DOWN A STREET COMING AT EACH OTHER, CAR 1 KEEPS DRIVING STRAIGHT TOWARDS THE OTHER, THE OTHER, CAR2 MAKES STOPS ALONG THE WAY, DETOURS OFF THE MAIN STREET, WHEN CAR 2 GETS BORED OR GETS A QUICK FIX, THEN CAR 2 RETURNS TO THE MAIN STREET AGAIN.DRIVING TOWARDS CAR 1 AGAIN.WHEN EVENTUALLY THE 2 CARS MEET, CAR 2 HAS A FLAT SO TAKES THE SPARE TIRE FROM CAR 1.NOW CAR 2 DRIVES OFF TO SIGHTSEE SOME MORE, LEAVING CAR 1 WAITING AND WAITING AND WAITING, CAR 2 DOES RETURN OFTEN TO MAKE SURE CAR 1 IS STILL SITTING AND WAITING(CANT LEAVE CAR 2 TOOK THE SPARE TIRE) .1 DAY AS CAR 2 IS OUT PLAYING, CAR 3 COMES ALONG, SEES CAR 1 BROKE DOWN, SITTING AND WAITING FOR CAR 2 TO RETURN AGAIN.SO CAR 3 GIVES CAR 1 ITS SPARE, THEN DRIVES OFF, CAR 1 IS FIXED NOW,1 DAY CAR 2 RETURNS BROKEN AGAIN, BUT CAR 1 IS NOW WHERE TO BE SEEN! CAR 1 DROVE AWAY NEVER TO RETURN!

Poem on televison

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The most important thing we’ve learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set —
Or better still, just don’t install
The idiotic thing at all.
In almost every house we’ve been,
We’ve watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about,
And stare until their eyes pop out.
(Last week in someone’s place we saw
A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)
They sit and stare and stare and sit
Until they’re hypnotised by it,
Until they’re absolutely drunk
With all that shocking ghastly junk.
Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,
They don’t climb out the window sill,
They never fight or kick or punch,
They leave you free to cook the lunch
And wash the dishes in the sink —
But did you ever stop to think,
To wonder just exactly what
This does to your beloved tot?
IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD!
IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!
IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!
IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND
HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND
A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!
HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE!
HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE!
HE CANNOT THINK — HE ONLY SEES!
‘All right!’ you’ll cry. ‘All right!’ you’ll say,
‘But if we take the set away,
What shall we do to entertain
Our darling children? Please explain!’
We’ll answer this by asking you,
‘What used the darling ones to do?
‘How used they keep themselves contented
Before this monster was invented?’
Have you forgotten? Don’t you know?
We’ll say it very loud and slow:
THEY … USED … TO … READ! They’d READ and READ,
AND READ and READ, and then proceed
To READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks!
One half their lives was reading books!
The nursery shelves held books galore!
Books cluttered up the nursery floor!
And in the bedroom, by the bed,
More books were waiting to be read!
Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales
Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales
And treasure isles, and distant shores
Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars,
And pirates wearing purple pants,
And sailing ships and elephants,
And cannibals crouching ’round the pot,
Stirring away at something hot.
(It smells so good, what can it be?
Good gracious, it’s Penelope.)
The younger ones had Beatrix Potter
With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter,
And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland,
And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and-
Just How The Camel Got His Hump,
And How the Monkey Lost His Rump,
And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul,
There’s Mr. Rate and Mr. Mole-
Oh, books, what books they used to know,
Those children living long ago!
So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
Go throw your TV set away,
And in its place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall.
Then fill the shelves with lots of books,
Ignoring all the dirty looks,
The screams and yells, the bites and kicks,
And children hitting you with sticks-
Fear not, because we promise you
That, in about a week or two
Of having nothing else to do,
They’ll now begin to feel the need
Of having something to read.
And once they start — oh boy, oh boy!
You watch the slowly growing joy
That fills their hearts. They’ll grow so keen
They’ll wonder what they’d ever seen
In that ridiculous machine,
That nauseating, foul, unclean,
Repulsive television screen!
And later, each and every kid
Will love you more for what you did.