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Thursday, 26 January 2012
logical Solution
This is worth reading... never underestimate your customer's complaint, no matter how silly it might sound to be.
This is a real story that happened between the customer of General Motors and its Customer-Care Executive.
A complaint was received by the Pontiac Division of General Motors
This is the second time I have written to you, and I don't blame you for not answering me, because I sounded crazy, but it is a fact that we have a tradition in our family of Ice-Cream for dessert after dinner each night. But the kind of ice cream varies so, every night, after we've eaten, the whole family votes on which kind of ice cream we should have and I drive down to the store to get it.
It's also a fact that I recently purchased a new Pontiac and since then my trips to the store have created a problem. You see, every time I buy a vanilla ice cream, when I start back from the store my car won't start. If I get any other kind of ice cream, the car starts just fine. I want you to know I'm serious about this question, no matter how silly it sounds What is there about a Pontiac that makes it not start when I get vanilla ice cream, and easy to start whenever I get any other kind?
The Pontiac President was understandably skeptical about the letter, but sent an Engineer to check it out anyway. The latter was surprised and greeted by a successful, obviously well educated man in a fine neighborhood. He had arranged to meet the man just after dinnertime, so the two hopped into the car and drove to the ice cream store. It was vanilla ice cream that night and, sure enough, after they came back to the car, it wouldn't start.
The Engineer returned for three more nights. The first night, they got chocolate. The car started. The second night, he got strawberry. The car started. The third night he ordered vanilla. The car failed to start. Now the Engineer, being a logical man, refused to believe that this man's car was allergic to vanilla ice cream. He arranged, therefore, to continue his visits for as long as it took to solve the problem.
And toward this end he began to take notes he jotted down all sorts of data time of day, type of gas uses, time to drive back and forth etc.
In a short time, he had a clue the man took less time to buy vanilla than any other flavor. Why The answer was in the layout of the store.
Vanilla being the most popular flavor, was in a separate case at the front of the store for quick pickup. All the other flavors were kept in the back of the store at a different counter where it took considerably longer to check out the flavor.
Now, the question for the Engineer was why the car wouldn't start when it took less time.
Once time became problem - not the vanilla ice cream Eureka!!!! The engineer quickly came up with the answer vapour lock.
It was happening every night; but the extra time taken to get the other flavors allowed the engine to cool down sufficiently to start. When the man got vanilla, the engine was still too hot for the vapour lock to
dissipate.
So then ,Even crazy looking problems are sometimes real and all problems seem to be simple only when we find the solution with a cool thinking.
This is a real story that happened between the customer of General Motors and its Customer-Care Executive.
A complaint was received by the Pontiac Division of General Motors
This is the second time I have written to you, and I don't blame you for not answering me, because I sounded crazy, but it is a fact that we have a tradition in our family of Ice-Cream for dessert after dinner each night. But the kind of ice cream varies so, every night, after we've eaten, the whole family votes on which kind of ice cream we should have and I drive down to the store to get it.
It's also a fact that I recently purchased a new Pontiac and since then my trips to the store have created a problem. You see, every time I buy a vanilla ice cream, when I start back from the store my car won't start. If I get any other kind of ice cream, the car starts just fine. I want you to know I'm serious about this question, no matter how silly it sounds What is there about a Pontiac that makes it not start when I get vanilla ice cream, and easy to start whenever I get any other kind?
The Pontiac President was understandably skeptical about the letter, but sent an Engineer to check it out anyway. The latter was surprised and greeted by a successful, obviously well educated man in a fine neighborhood. He had arranged to meet the man just after dinnertime, so the two hopped into the car and drove to the ice cream store. It was vanilla ice cream that night and, sure enough, after they came back to the car, it wouldn't start.
The Engineer returned for three more nights. The first night, they got chocolate. The car started. The second night, he got strawberry. The car started. The third night he ordered vanilla. The car failed to start. Now the Engineer, being a logical man, refused to believe that this man's car was allergic to vanilla ice cream. He arranged, therefore, to continue his visits for as long as it took to solve the problem.
And toward this end he began to take notes he jotted down all sorts of data time of day, type of gas uses, time to drive back and forth etc.
In a short time, he had a clue the man took less time to buy vanilla than any other flavor. Why The answer was in the layout of the store.
Vanilla being the most popular flavor, was in a separate case at the front of the store for quick pickup. All the other flavors were kept in the back of the store at a different counter where it took considerably longer to check out the flavor.
Now, the question for the Engineer was why the car wouldn't start when it took less time.
Once time became problem - not the vanilla ice cream Eureka!!!! The engineer quickly came up with the answer vapour lock.
It was happening every night; but the extra time taken to get the other flavors allowed the engine to cool down sufficiently to start. When the man got vanilla, the engine was still too hot for the vapour lock to
dissipate.
So then ,Even crazy looking problems are sometimes real and all problems seem to be simple only when we find the solution with a cool thinking.
The common mistake
A nice story ...for all of us:)
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'You have done a brilliant work Rajesh. You have been given....rrrrhhhhh......Raaaajjjeeeessshhhh............ Raaaajjjeeeessshhhh .'- what!! I woke up from a sudden jerk. 'Raaajeeessshhh... .'...I heard my wife yelling. What's w/ her? Always yelling for something or the other. I can't be in peace even in my dreams. Shucks!! Angrily, I kicked my blanket and got down. 'Raaajesssh....' 'Coming Meera..what's w/ you. Why are you shouting like this..'.
I hurried down the stairs. I saw Meera, my sweet(??!!) wife, sitting in the couch giving breakfast to my 7yr old daughter Achala. Both looked happy, watching TV. I got confused at the whole scenario. I came running down, expecting some kind of earthquake, but instead here everything was in place. I looked at my wife& daughter. She smiled at me back. Now, I more got confused, what's happening here? Am I in a dream?
'Meera...'
'Yeah Rajesh...'
'You called me. In fact yelled.'
'Yes. You are right!'
'Everything is fine here right? Why you screamed like that then...'
'It's 'cos it's going to be 8am now.'
I couldn't understand what she was trying to say. Is she playing some kind of prank? Is this the time for all these? I have to be in office by 9am for a meeting.
'Yes. It's going to be 8am.Right! So...?'
'Rajesh, don't tell me, you forgot...today is 27th'
'27th..What 27th?
'Don't tell me you don't remember?'
Meera gave me an 'I'll kill you' look. Is it her birthday? No it's somewhere at the year end. Is it my daughter's? No no , we celebrated last month only right. Got it. Should be our Anniversary.
'Hey Meera, How will I forget our Anniversary...'
'Whaattttttt? ???....Anniversaryy yyy???.....'
Got it. It's not our anniversary. Before I get killed...What's w/ 27th. What ?? what?? Come on Rajesh!! Think. Nothing hit my mind. I looked at my daughter for a clue. She turned her face away. What's with all women? Why can't they be straight forward& say things. With so much work pressure, how on earth I am supposed to remember all the dates?. If I say something, then Meera will pick up a fight, and I will miss the meeting, my whole day will be gone. I made up my mind to surrender.
'Meera, Sorry, I don't remember. This medicine I am taking for cough, Something happened..my memory is deteriorating ..What's today?' Meera doesn't seem like buying that excuse from me.
'Meera, please tell me' I asked in a pitiable tone..
'Rajesh..You don't remember at all?' I moved my head left& right meaning NO. I kept my face like I am a patient suffering from 'amnesia'.
'Rajesh, As part of annual day celebrations, today is 'Daddy's Day' in Acchu's school. I have been telling you for the past 3 weeks. Now don't tell me you forgot. You already promised that you will go with her to her school'
I couldn't believe that I accepted for something like that. 'Meeraa..did I??'
'Yes. You did'
'at what time it starts..?'
'By 8:30am and ends at 1pm'.
Gosh!! 9am!! I have such a critical meeting. How I will attend all these.
"Meera, you could have reminded me yesterday right?'
'Oh I didn't remind you? Great. I didn't call to your office. Or remind you in the evening and before going to bed'
Might be I wouldn't have heard it. Or slipped out of my memory. Whatever!!
'Meera! Can't you attend all these. Why should I??'
"Rajesh. It's Daddy's Day!...DADDY'ss!!!!!'
'Oh yeah....but. ..'
'But what????...'
'errrh....might be some other day...'
'What? You want the school to postpone the function?'
'No..No...actually. .what..I am saying is..'
'What Rajesh??? What?? Tell me. You promised Acchu and are you going to disappoint her?'
I stood there totally helpless. I looked at my daughter. She was all dressed up and ready to go. She looked like, she will cry any time. I saw Meera. She gave me a murderous look. I thought for a moment and my mind raced with many calculations. Important meeting. I can't miss for sure. Half a day is too much. So many deliverables will get affected. I can't face Meera again if I don't go. Might be I can postpone the meeting by an hour and for name sake visit that function and escape to office.
'Meera, I will go, but I can spend only 1 hour..'
'No...that's not..'
Before Meera finished the sentence, Acchu rushed to me 'Thanks daddy. 1hour. Mom, 1hour is enough mom. Please don't fight mom. Daddy, get ready soon..' she nudged me.
'Do you know her school name and the route for the school or you want me to tell???' Asking that Meera threw me an angry look and left the living room. I rushed up, got ready. Called my manager& told that I got stuck in traffic jam and postponed the meeting to 10am.
I took Achala to her school. I felt somehow entering the school, 'cos it's the 2nd time, I am entering her school. In fact 1st time. I once dropped her outside her school gate. The school had a big playground, Small Park with all kids playing equipments. Some stalls were put up. So many kids with their fathers moved around here& there. Suddenly I felt some one touching my hand
'Are you achala's daddy?' - A small kid asked. She had curly hair and bubbly smile.
'Yes,,,My Daddy.....' - Achala responded in an excited tone. And some kids ran towards me and Achala started introducing everyone.
'Daddy! this is Rohit, this is zakir, Anis, Sylvia, Divya..' - I told hello to everyone.
'Daddy, Daddy, Zakir is my best friend.' - I smiled at that cute blue eyed boy.
'Uncle, Acchu told that you have so much work and you won't be able to come. She told she won't come in today. You don't have work Uncle?' - Zakir asked me.
I suddenly felt very bad on how my daughter has understood me. 'No Zakir, I don't have work'
'Daddy, they are calling for the games. ' . Zakir ran to his father and waved his hands at me& achala. I took achala by hand and walked towards the stage. They were announcing the 1st game. Fathers will be given a sheet containing questions about their kids. Fathers have to fill about their kids which will be verified with the kids response.
Achala was all excited about the game and she was all set to go. But I felt shivers. I looked at my daughter. Suddenly, I felt very far from her, and the reality hit me, that I don't know anything about my very own daughter. I blurted out 'Acchu..we will attend the next game..This one ..' She gave me a deep stare. I thought she is going to cry or shout or do something. But instead she pulled out a small paper from her jeans pocket and gave it to me. Completely baffled, I opened the sheet.
My name is Achala. My birthday March 21st. I am 7yrs old. I like butterfly. Superman. Dairy milk. painting. dancing. I am in 1st standard A section. I like Dora. Mango. Apple. Fried rice. Jelly. I don't like banana. I drink boost.. I like yellow color. My nick name is 'Honey dew'
And the list went on with small, small spelling mistakes. I looked at Acchu. 'Daddy, read it, I know they will keep this game. So I wrote it 2 days back itself, to give you if you come. If they ask anything about me, write there. Ok Now go& attend the game'. Most of the things, my daughter has written& gave me, I never knew anything about it. I suddenly felt a lump in my throat. I went to the stage waved my hand to Acchu and got the question sheet. Since Acchu gave the sheet, I came to know about her& I answered almost all the questions. Then they asked Acchu on stage and asked the questions to her. We got the 2nd highest mark in that game. Acchu came running towards me and hugged me. They gave a 'toy guitar'. Everyone congratulated us. Thou' I won that game, I felt like a loser. I know, I don't deserve this. I don't know anything about my daughter.
She looked very happy showing that guitar to her best friend, zakir . What a kid she is. Understanding that her dad is totally hopeless and don't want to let her dad down, before others she prepared that sheet and gave to me. The lump in my throat started getting bigger and my heart became heavy. I caressed her hair. What a beautiful smile she has and such big eyes. Does she miss a wing to get qualified as an angel? I have never admired my daughter or even watched her in all these years. She has that cute dimple of Meera's as well as her eyes. Does that curling lip edges when she smiles, is mine? How I missed all this in my life.
Achala pulled me to the stalls there and I got some eatables and ballons for her and zakir.. She kept talking about the next game and suddenly my mobile rang. Oops!! Is it already 10am. I looked at Acchu . Suddenly her face became dark. She looked totally upset and asked in an low voice 'Daddy! You have to leave now?'
I looked at my mobile. My manager was calling. It's already 10am. I looked at Acchu. I looked around. All those happy kids with their fathers. I thought about my school days, where my dad used to come for all sports day, annual day, sit with me, cheer me up. Every day morning, while dropping me to school, he will wait near the gate until my head disappear. Evening, he will come& pick me up in his cycle, and I will be telling him all the stories that happened that day in school.
I saw Acchu. How many untold stories my daughter has kept in her heart to say me? I thought about all those days, where I yearned for a girl child and I wonder, how much of my time I gave her.
I pulled her closer, gave a kiss on her fore head 'No Honey! I am not going. I will be here only...we will attend all games and roam around whole day.ok?'
'Really?' - She asked in an unbelievable tone.
'Yes sweetz'
'Thank you Daddy!' - Achala kissed my cheeks and ran to her friends. School teaches you something or the other always. This time, 'back to school' has taught me a wonderful life's lesson. I called my manager& told that am running high fever and can't come in today. I know, I can handle things tomorrow. Today my daughter needs me more than anyone can need me in this world. With a lighter heart, I got up; ran towards Acchu, lifted her and gave her a big swing. She erupted into an uncontrollable laughter. The lump in my throat started melting away.
Life is often misinterpreted... We work to live and not live to work...
Search the real meaning of Life.
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'You have done a brilliant work Rajesh. You have been given....rrrrhhhhh......Raaaajjjeeeessshhhh............ Raaaajjjeeeessshhhh .'- what!! I woke up from a sudden jerk. 'Raaajeeessshhh... .'...I heard my wife yelling. What's w/ her? Always yelling for something or the other. I can't be in peace even in my dreams. Shucks!! Angrily, I kicked my blanket and got down. 'Raaajesssh....' 'Coming Meera..what's w/ you. Why are you shouting like this..'.
I hurried down the stairs. I saw Meera, my sweet(??!!) wife, sitting in the couch giving breakfast to my 7yr old daughter Achala. Both looked happy, watching TV. I got confused at the whole scenario. I came running down, expecting some kind of earthquake, but instead here everything was in place. I looked at my wife& daughter. She smiled at me back. Now, I more got confused, what's happening here? Am I in a dream?
'Meera...'
'Yeah Rajesh...'
'You called me. In fact yelled.'
'Yes. You are right!'
'Everything is fine here right? Why you screamed like that then...'
'It's 'cos it's going to be 8am now.'
I couldn't understand what she was trying to say. Is she playing some kind of prank? Is this the time for all these? I have to be in office by 9am for a meeting.
'Yes. It's going to be 8am.Right! So...?'
'Rajesh, don't tell me, you forgot...today is 27th'
'27th..What 27th?
'Don't tell me you don't remember?'
Meera gave me an 'I'll kill you' look. Is it her birthday? No it's somewhere at the year end. Is it my daughter's? No no , we celebrated last month only right. Got it. Should be our Anniversary.
'Hey Meera, How will I forget our Anniversary...'
'Whaattttttt? ???....Anniversaryy yyy???.....'
Got it. It's not our anniversary. Before I get killed...What's w/ 27th. What ?? what?? Come on Rajesh!! Think. Nothing hit my mind. I looked at my daughter for a clue. She turned her face away. What's with all women? Why can't they be straight forward& say things. With so much work pressure, how on earth I am supposed to remember all the dates?. If I say something, then Meera will pick up a fight, and I will miss the meeting, my whole day will be gone. I made up my mind to surrender.
'Meera, Sorry, I don't remember. This medicine I am taking for cough, Something happened..my memory is deteriorating ..What's today?' Meera doesn't seem like buying that excuse from me.
'Meera, please tell me' I asked in a pitiable tone..
'Rajesh..You don't remember at all?' I moved my head left& right meaning NO. I kept my face like I am a patient suffering from 'amnesia'.
'Rajesh, As part of annual day celebrations, today is 'Daddy's Day' in Acchu's school. I have been telling you for the past 3 weeks. Now don't tell me you forgot. You already promised that you will go with her to her school'
I couldn't believe that I accepted for something like that. 'Meeraa..did I??'
'Yes. You did'
'at what time it starts..?'
'By 8:30am and ends at 1pm'.
Gosh!! 9am!! I have such a critical meeting. How I will attend all these.
"Meera, you could have reminded me yesterday right?'
'Oh I didn't remind you? Great. I didn't call to your office. Or remind you in the evening and before going to bed'
Might be I wouldn't have heard it. Or slipped out of my memory. Whatever!!
'Meera! Can't you attend all these. Why should I??'
"Rajesh. It's Daddy's Day!...DADDY'ss!!!!!'
'Oh yeah....but. ..'
'But what????...'
'errrh....might be some other day...'
'What? You want the school to postpone the function?'
'No..No...actually. .what..I am saying is..'
'What Rajesh??? What?? Tell me. You promised Acchu and are you going to disappoint her?'
I stood there totally helpless. I looked at my daughter. She was all dressed up and ready to go. She looked like, she will cry any time. I saw Meera. She gave me a murderous look. I thought for a moment and my mind raced with many calculations. Important meeting. I can't miss for sure. Half a day is too much. So many deliverables will get affected. I can't face Meera again if I don't go. Might be I can postpone the meeting by an hour and for name sake visit that function and escape to office.
'Meera, I will go, but I can spend only 1 hour..'
'No...that's not..'
Before Meera finished the sentence, Acchu rushed to me 'Thanks daddy. 1hour. Mom, 1hour is enough mom. Please don't fight mom. Daddy, get ready soon..' she nudged me.
'Do you know her school name and the route for the school or you want me to tell???' Asking that Meera threw me an angry look and left the living room. I rushed up, got ready. Called my manager& told that I got stuck in traffic jam and postponed the meeting to 10am.
I took Achala to her school. I felt somehow entering the school, 'cos it's the 2nd time, I am entering her school. In fact 1st time. I once dropped her outside her school gate. The school had a big playground, Small Park with all kids playing equipments. Some stalls were put up. So many kids with their fathers moved around here& there. Suddenly I felt some one touching my hand
'Are you achala's daddy?' - A small kid asked. She had curly hair and bubbly smile.
'Yes,,,My Daddy.....' - Achala responded in an excited tone. And some kids ran towards me and Achala started introducing everyone.
'Daddy! this is Rohit, this is zakir, Anis, Sylvia, Divya..' - I told hello to everyone.
'Daddy, Daddy, Zakir is my best friend.' - I smiled at that cute blue eyed boy.
'Uncle, Acchu told that you have so much work and you won't be able to come. She told she won't come in today. You don't have work Uncle?' - Zakir asked me.
I suddenly felt very bad on how my daughter has understood me. 'No Zakir, I don't have work'
'Daddy, they are calling for the games. ' . Zakir ran to his father and waved his hands at me& achala. I took achala by hand and walked towards the stage. They were announcing the 1st game. Fathers will be given a sheet containing questions about their kids. Fathers have to fill about their kids which will be verified with the kids response.
Achala was all excited about the game and she was all set to go. But I felt shivers. I looked at my daughter. Suddenly, I felt very far from her, and the reality hit me, that I don't know anything about my very own daughter. I blurted out 'Acchu..we will attend the next game..This one ..' She gave me a deep stare. I thought she is going to cry or shout or do something. But instead she pulled out a small paper from her jeans pocket and gave it to me. Completely baffled, I opened the sheet.
My name is Achala. My birthday March 21st. I am 7yrs old. I like butterfly. Superman. Dairy milk. painting. dancing. I am in 1st standard A section. I like Dora. Mango. Apple. Fried rice. Jelly. I don't like banana. I drink boost.. I like yellow color. My nick name is 'Honey dew'
And the list went on with small, small spelling mistakes. I looked at Acchu. 'Daddy, read it, I know they will keep this game. So I wrote it 2 days back itself, to give you if you come. If they ask anything about me, write there. Ok Now go& attend the game'. Most of the things, my daughter has written& gave me, I never knew anything about it. I suddenly felt a lump in my throat. I went to the stage waved my hand to Acchu and got the question sheet. Since Acchu gave the sheet, I came to know about her& I answered almost all the questions. Then they asked Acchu on stage and asked the questions to her. We got the 2nd highest mark in that game. Acchu came running towards me and hugged me. They gave a 'toy guitar'. Everyone congratulated us. Thou' I won that game, I felt like a loser. I know, I don't deserve this. I don't know anything about my daughter.
She looked very happy showing that guitar to her best friend, zakir . What a kid she is. Understanding that her dad is totally hopeless and don't want to let her dad down, before others she prepared that sheet and gave to me. The lump in my throat started getting bigger and my heart became heavy. I caressed her hair. What a beautiful smile she has and such big eyes. Does she miss a wing to get qualified as an angel? I have never admired my daughter or even watched her in all these years. She has that cute dimple of Meera's as well as her eyes. Does that curling lip edges when she smiles, is mine? How I missed all this in my life.
Achala pulled me to the stalls there and I got some eatables and ballons for her and zakir.. She kept talking about the next game and suddenly my mobile rang. Oops!! Is it already 10am. I looked at Acchu . Suddenly her face became dark. She looked totally upset and asked in an low voice 'Daddy! You have to leave now?'
I looked at my mobile. My manager was calling. It's already 10am. I looked at Acchu. I looked around. All those happy kids with their fathers. I thought about my school days, where my dad used to come for all sports day, annual day, sit with me, cheer me up. Every day morning, while dropping me to school, he will wait near the gate until my head disappear. Evening, he will come& pick me up in his cycle, and I will be telling him all the stories that happened that day in school.
I saw Acchu. How many untold stories my daughter has kept in her heart to say me? I thought about all those days, where I yearned for a girl child and I wonder, how much of my time I gave her.
I pulled her closer, gave a kiss on her fore head 'No Honey! I am not going. I will be here only...we will attend all games and roam around whole day.ok?'
'Really?' - She asked in an unbelievable tone.
'Yes sweetz'
'Thank you Daddy!' - Achala kissed my cheeks and ran to her friends. School teaches you something or the other always. This time, 'back to school' has taught me a wonderful life's lesson. I called my manager& told that am running high fever and can't come in today. I know, I can handle things tomorrow. Today my daughter needs me more than anyone can need me in this world. With a lighter heart, I got up; ran towards Acchu, lifted her and gave her a big swing. She erupted into an uncontrollable laughter. The lump in my throat started melting away.
Life is often misinterpreted... We work to live and not live to work...
Search the real meaning of Life.
The Mayonnaise Jar
When things in your life seem, almost too much to handle,
When 24 Hours in a day is not enough,
Remember the mayonnaise jar and 2 cups of coffee.
A professor stood before his philosophy class
and had some items in front of him.
When the class began, wordlessly,
He picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar
And proceeded to fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students, if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured
them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly.
The pebbles rolled into the open Areas between the golf balls.
He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.
Of course, the sand filled up everything else.
He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous 'yes.'
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively
filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
'Now,' said the professor, as the laughter subsided,
'I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.
The golf balls are the important things - family,
children, health, Friends, and Favorite passions –
Things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, Your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, house, and car.
The sand is everything else --The small stuff.
'If you put the sand into the jar first,' He continued,
there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.
The same goes for life.
If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff,
You will never have room for the things that are important to you.
So...
Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.
Play With your children.
Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your partner out to dinner.
There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.
'Take care of the golf balls first --
The things that really matter.
Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.'
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.
The professor smiled.
'I'm glad you asked'.
It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem,
there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.'
When 24 Hours in a day is not enough,
Remember the mayonnaise jar and 2 cups of coffee.
A professor stood before his philosophy class
and had some items in front of him.
When the class began, wordlessly,
He picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar
And proceeded to fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students, if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured
them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly.
The pebbles rolled into the open Areas between the golf balls.
He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.
Of course, the sand filled up everything else.
He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous 'yes.'
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively
filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
'Now,' said the professor, as the laughter subsided,
'I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.
The golf balls are the important things - family,
children, health, Friends, and Favorite passions –
Things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, Your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, house, and car.
The sand is everything else --The small stuff.
'If you put the sand into the jar first,' He continued,
there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.
The same goes for life.
If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff,
You will never have room for the things that are important to you.
So...
Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.
Play With your children.
Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your partner out to dinner.
There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.
'Take care of the golf balls first --
The things that really matter.
Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.'
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.
The professor smiled.
'I'm glad you asked'.
It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem,
there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.'
Khwabon Ke Parindey
Ude, khule aasaman mein khwabon ke parindey
Ude, dil ke jahaan main khaabon ke parinday
Oho, kya pata, jaayenge kahan
Khule hain jo pal, kahe yeh nazar
Lagta hai ab hai jaage hum
Fikrein jo thi, peechhe reh gayi
Nikle unse aage hum
Hawa mein beh rahi hai zindagi
Yeh hum se keh rahi hai zindagi
Oho, ab toh, jo bhi ho so ho
Ude, khule aasaman mein khwabon ke parindey
Ude, dil ke jahaan main khwabon ke parindey
Oho, kya pata, jayenge kahaan
Kisi ne chhua toh yeh hua
Phirte hain mehake mehake hum
Khoyi hain kahin baatein nayi
Jab hain aise behake hum
Hua hai yun ke dil pighal gaye
Bas ek pal mein hum badal gaye
Oho, ab toh, jo bhi ho so ho
Roshni mili
Ab raah mein hai ik dilkashi si barsi
Har khusi mili
Ab zindagi pe hai zindagi si barsi
Ab jeena hamne seekha hai
Yaad hai kal, aaya tha woh pal
Jisme jaadoo aisa tha
Hum ho gaye jaise naye
Woh pal jaane kaisa tha
Kahe yeh dil ke jaaun dil ki tu
Jahan bhi leke jaaye aarzoo
Oho, ab toh...
Jo bhi ho so ho
Jo bhi ho so ho
Ude, jo bhi ho so ho
Ude, jo bhi ho so ho
Song Title: Khwabon Ke Parindey
Song Writer: Javed Akhtar
Singer: Mohit Chauhan, Alyssa Mendonsa
Movie Album: Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara (ZNMD)
Music Composer: Shankar Ehsan Loy
Ude, dil ke jahaan main khaabon ke parinday
Oho, kya pata, jaayenge kahan
Khule hain jo pal, kahe yeh nazar
Lagta hai ab hai jaage hum
Fikrein jo thi, peechhe reh gayi
Nikle unse aage hum
Hawa mein beh rahi hai zindagi
Yeh hum se keh rahi hai zindagi
Oho, ab toh, jo bhi ho so ho
Ude, khule aasaman mein khwabon ke parindey
Ude, dil ke jahaan main khwabon ke parindey
Oho, kya pata, jayenge kahaan
Kisi ne chhua toh yeh hua
Phirte hain mehake mehake hum
Khoyi hain kahin baatein nayi
Jab hain aise behake hum
Hua hai yun ke dil pighal gaye
Bas ek pal mein hum badal gaye
Oho, ab toh, jo bhi ho so ho
Roshni mili
Ab raah mein hai ik dilkashi si barsi
Har khusi mili
Ab zindagi pe hai zindagi si barsi
Ab jeena hamne seekha hai
Yaad hai kal, aaya tha woh pal
Jisme jaadoo aisa tha
Hum ho gaye jaise naye
Woh pal jaane kaisa tha
Kahe yeh dil ke jaaun dil ki tu
Jahan bhi leke jaaye aarzoo
Oho, ab toh...
Jo bhi ho so ho
Jo bhi ho so ho
Ude, jo bhi ho so ho
Ude, jo bhi ho so ho
Song Title: Khwabon Ke Parindey
Song Writer: Javed Akhtar
Singer: Mohit Chauhan, Alyssa Mendonsa
Movie Album: Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara (ZNMD)
Music Composer: Shankar Ehsan Loy
Rambunctious emotions
How can I love you so
Yet it be unspoken?
The unspoken brings distress
For that which is unspoken
Is also unheard
That which is unheard
Is then not believed
My quintessence has to be relieved
For faith comes by hearing
Love being greater than faith
Grows by affective declarations
Love is some sort of religion
It has got to be believed.
I believe it but do you?
I am a Love believer but are you?
You do not know the depth
Of my affection, nor the colour
Of my sentiment, nor the shade
Of my rambunctious emotions
Tis a whole range if you must know.
Anger that it cannot be expressed,
Heartbreak that it will not be heard,
Exultation when I speak it to me,
Jealousy that another will someday
Speak what I cannot utter.
“I love You!”
That’s all I long to say but dare not
A paper is a mute thing and writing,
Is never the same as speaking.
The letter kills,
the Voice gives Life!
Bring your ears, Oh! Your heart
Close to me and let me with an
Eternal whisper declare my undying passion
Yet it be unspoken?
The unspoken brings distress
For that which is unspoken
Is also unheard
That which is unheard
Is then not believed
My quintessence has to be relieved
For faith comes by hearing
Love being greater than faith
Grows by affective declarations
Love is some sort of religion
It has got to be believed.
I believe it but do you?
I am a Love believer but are you?
You do not know the depth
Of my affection, nor the colour
Of my sentiment, nor the shade
Of my rambunctious emotions
Tis a whole range if you must know.
Anger that it cannot be expressed,
Heartbreak that it will not be heard,
Exultation when I speak it to me,
Jealousy that another will someday
Speak what I cannot utter.
“I love You!”
That’s all I long to say but dare not
A paper is a mute thing and writing,
Is never the same as speaking.
The letter kills,
the Voice gives Life!
Bring your ears, Oh! Your heart
Close to me and let me with an
Eternal whisper declare my undying passion
Challenges of life
The Japanese have always loved fresh fish.
But the waters close to Japan have not held many fish for decades.
So to feed the Japanese population,
Fishing boats got bigger and went farther than ever.
The farther the fishermen went, the longer it took to bring in the fish. If the return trip took more than a few days, the fish were not fresh. The Japanese did not like the taste.
To solve this problem, fishing companies installed freezers on their boats.
They would catch the fish and freeze them at sea. Freezers allowed the boats to go farther and stay longer.
However, the Japanese could taste the difference between fresh and frozen and they did not like frozen fish.
The frozen fish brought a lower price. So fishing companies installed fish tanks. They would catch the fish and stuff them in the tanks, fin to fin.
After a little thrashing around, the fish stopped moving.
They were tired and dull, but alive. Unfortunately, the Japanese could still taste the difference.
Because the fish did not move for days, they lost their fresh-fish taste.
The Japanese preferred the lively taste of fresh fish, not sluggish fish.
The Japanese fishing companies solved this problem as follows:
Here is How Japanese Fish Stay Fresh:
To keep the fish tasting fresh, the Japanese fishing companies still put the fish in the tanks.
But now they add a small shark to each tank. The shark eats a few fish, but most of the fish arrive in a very lively state. The fish are challenged.
Have you realized that some of us are also living in a pond but most of the time tired & dull,
So we need a Shark in our life to keep us awake and moving?
Basically in our lives Sharks are new challenges to keep us active and lively.....
But the waters close to Japan have not held many fish for decades.
So to feed the Japanese population,
Fishing boats got bigger and went farther than ever.
The farther the fishermen went, the longer it took to bring in the fish. If the return trip took more than a few days, the fish were not fresh. The Japanese did not like the taste.
To solve this problem, fishing companies installed freezers on their boats.
They would catch the fish and freeze them at sea. Freezers allowed the boats to go farther and stay longer.
However, the Japanese could taste the difference between fresh and frozen and they did not like frozen fish.
The frozen fish brought a lower price. So fishing companies installed fish tanks. They would catch the fish and stuff them in the tanks, fin to fin.
After a little thrashing around, the fish stopped moving.
They were tired and dull, but alive. Unfortunately, the Japanese could still taste the difference.
Because the fish did not move for days, they lost their fresh-fish taste.
The Japanese preferred the lively taste of fresh fish, not sluggish fish.
The Japanese fishing companies solved this problem as follows:
Here is How Japanese Fish Stay Fresh:
To keep the fish tasting fresh, the Japanese fishing companies still put the fish in the tanks.
But now they add a small shark to each tank. The shark eats a few fish, but most of the fish arrive in a very lively state. The fish are challenged.
Have you realized that some of us are also living in a pond but most of the time tired & dull,
So we need a Shark in our life to keep us awake and moving?
Basically in our lives Sharks are new challenges to keep us active and lively.....
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