Missed Opportunities..

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The story is told of a young man who wished to marry the farmer's
beautiful daughter. He went to the farmer to ask his permission.
The farmer looked him over and responded, "Son, go stand out
in that field and I'm going to release three bulls, one at a time.
If you can catch the tail of any one of the three bulls,
you can marry my daughter."

The young man stood in the pasture awaiting the first bull.
The barn door opened and out ran the biggest,
meanest-looking bull he had ever seen. He decided that
one of the next bulls had to be a better choice than this one,
so he ran over to the side and let the bull pass through the
pasture out the back gate.

The barn door opened again. Unbelievable. He had never seen
anything so big and fierce in his life. It stood - pawing the ground,
grunting, slinging slobber - as it eyed him. Whatever the next
bull was like, it had to be a better choice than this one.
He ran to the fence and let the bull pass through the pasture, out the back gate.

The door opened a third time. A smile came across his face.
This was the weakest, scrawniest little bull he had ever seen.
This one was his bull. As the bull came running by, he positioned
himself just right and jumped at just the exact moment.
He grabbed... but the bull had no tail!

in simple words - Life is full of opportunities.
Some will be easy to take advantage of, some will be difficult.
But once we let them pass (often in hopes of something better),
those opportunities may never again be available.

Opportunity is often difficult to recognize; we usually expect it
to beckon us with beepers and billboards. Jumping at several small
opportunities may get us there more quickly than
waiting for one big one to come along.

"Every day is an opportunity to make a new happy ending."

Miracles... possible..?

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Tess was a precocious eight year old when she heard her Mom and Dad talking about her little brother, Andrew. All she knew was that he was very sick and they were completely out of money. They were moving to an apartment complex next month because Daddy didn't have the money for the doctor bills and our house. Only a very costly surgery could save him now and it was looking like there was no-one to loan them the money. She heard Daddy say to her tearful Mother with whispered desperation, "Only a miracle can save him now."

Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big Red Indian Chief sign above the door. She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good.

Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!

"And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. "I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages," he said without waiting for a reply to his question.

"Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. "He's really, really sick... and I want to buy a miracle."

"I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist.

"His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?"

"We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you," the pharmacist said, softening a little. "Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs."

The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does you brother need?"

"I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes welling up. "I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money."

"How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago. "One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered barely audibly. "And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.

"Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. "A dollar and eleven cents - the exact price of a miracle for little brothers." He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said, "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the kind of miracle you need."

That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specialising in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed without charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.

"That surgery," her Mom whispered. "was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?"

Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost... one dollar and eleven cents ...... plus the faith of a little child.

Source of this story: http://www.ebrew.com/Jess/inspirational/the_price_of_a_miracle.htm

kept wondering is this true? if so, how lucky that family is..!.
Nature keeps challenging our Faith. One who has courage to stand the challenge gets through not by some unimaginable miracles but by Courage to be sincer to the Faith.

Its every much possible to believe in miracles when we are little kids.. can you do that now, when we are older..!?

kept wondering...

Life's Little Instruction Book

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Quotes from Life's Little Instruction Book

Have a firm handshake.

Look people in the eye.

Sing in the shower.

Own a great stereo system.

If in a fight, hit first and hit hard.

Keep secrets.

Never give up on anybody. Miracles happen everyday.

Always accept an outstretched hand.

Be brave. Even if you're not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference.

Avoid sarcastic remarks.

Choose your life's mate carefully. >From this one decision will come 90 per

cent of all your happiness or misery.

Make it a habit to do nice things for people who will never find out.

Lend only those books you never care to see again.

Never deprive someone of hope; it might be all that they have.

When playing games with ! children, let them win.

Give people a second chance, but not a third.

Be romantic.

Become the most positive and enthusiastic person you know.

Loosen up. Relax. Except for rare life-and-death matters, nothing is as important as it first seems.

Don't allow the phone to interrupt important moments. It's there for your convenience, not the caller's.

Be a good loser.

Be a good winner.

Think twice before burdening a friend with a secret.
When someone hugs you, let them be the first to let go.

Be modest. A lot was accomplished before you were born.

Keep it simple.

Beware of the person who has nothing to lose.

Don't burn bridges. You'll be surprised how many times you have to cross the same river.

Live your life so that your epitaph could read, No Regrets

Be bold and courageous. When you look back on life, you'll regret the things you didn't do more than the one's you did.

Never waste an opportunity to tell someone you love them.

Remember no one makes it alone. Have a grateful heart and be quick to acknowledge those who helped you.

Take charge of your attitude. Don't let someone else choose it for you.

Visit friends and relatives when they are in hospital; you need only stay a

few minutes.

Begin each day with some of your favorite music.

Once in a while, take the scenic route.

Send a lot of Valentine cards. Sign them, 'Someone who thinks you're terrific.'

Answer the phone with enthusiasm and energy in your voice.

Keep a note pad and pencil on your bed-side table. Million-dollar ideas sometimes strike at 3 a.m.

Show respect for everyone who works for a living, regardless of how trivial

their job.

Send your loved ones flowers. Think of a reason later.

Make someone's day by paying the toll for the person in the car behind you.

Become someone's hero.

Marry only for love.

Count your blessings.

Compliment the meal when you're a guest in someone's home.

Wave at the children on a school bus.

Remember that 80 per cent of the success in any job is based on your ability to deal with people.
and finally ....

Don't expect life to be fair.

thinking postivie... what else is the option..!

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Little birdy in the sky,
You look up and it shits in your eye.
You don't mind and you don't cry,
You just thank God that cows don't fly.

..there is little difference in people, but that little difference makes a big difference. The little difference is attitude. The big difference is whether it is positive or negative...

hope one day all with realize (like i do) how wonderful this life is... greatest gift by creator is an oppurunity to live life and decised what we need/want to do...

i guess, the secret of life is enjoying the passage of time....

If ABCD = American Born Confused Desi ..then ...

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If ABCD = "American Born Confused Desi" then...

But how about an ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ ?

It is : American Born Confused Desi Emigrated From Gujarat, Housed In Jersey, Keeping Lots of Motels, Named Omkarnath Patel, Quickly Reached Success Through Underhanded Vicious Ways, Xenophobic Yet Zestful.

Now that's coolll.. right..!??..

Life is a constantly morphing thing..

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Just when you think you know where it's all heading, you wake up the next morning to a completely different view. The landscape has changed along with the seasons, the trees are the same trees, only your view has changed. So you try to cling to the old things that used to comfort you, clinging to the familiar, but they provide little or no solace. The fears do not subside. At this point we have no choice but to surrender to the unknown.

that is where the real beauty lies, I think.

It is not in the knowing, the familiar, the expected. But in the embracing of the unknown. a willingness to walk down a new path and to trust that everything is as it should be. perfect. as it is.

Schopenhauer said,"When you look back on your life, it looks as though it were a plot, but when you are into it, it's a mess: just one surprise after another. Then, later, you see it was perfect."

Sometimes there are little glimpses of the perfection, amidst the mess. It is at those times we feel blessed beyond measure....

MBAs or not... !?

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almost everyone around us are running to get-into top Bschool. doesn't matter what his/her prior educational background or interest.. does it makes you wonder what the hell is happening around us?

I even know few doctors joined GMAT classes to prepare for MBA. Down south many do MBA from some junk school and wonder what do to next.! some people do double MBA in india & aboard.

Not sure about the importance for MBAs - is so right or just Myth? I found these were very important & interesting :

• Understand that an MBA, in India at least, has nothing to do with education. Please 'get' this. It's not that institutes te ach you stuff that is irrelevant and obsolete. That's probably true, too. It's that nobody cares what you are taught here.
• An MBA is about filtration. You're an employer - more likely, an HR person, and you have to hire the batch of 2004. You can either search far and wide for the right people, and expend a lot of energy - or take the easy way out. You assume that the top of the gene pool would have filtered up to the top of the MBA pool. So you set your sights on the right 'level' schools, and go hire at will. You secretly know your assumption is invalid, but everybody's doing it so it's okay.
• I'll say it again, in case it didn't get through. It's about filtration. Nothing else will explain why Day One hirers at IIMs are international banks who pick electronics engineers with specialisations in marketing to join finance functions. So much for what you actually spent six years learning. Practical value: zero.
• An MBA in most places on earth is about learning to run your own business. Expand MBA and you'll see. Here, it's about getting a better job. So if you really want a great job, work hard to get into an institute that has a great placement record. As long as you manage not to get expelled, you have a chance of being hired at a decent salary after two years by some lazy HR people. Again, the real challenge is not in doing the right MBA, but in getting into the right MBA.
• This works in some schools overseas too. If you've hit the brown ceiling that many Indians bump into while they pursue international careers, get a foreign stamp that a different pool of employers looks out for. So you now compete with firangs on a level playing field.
• What does this mean for MBAs done through correspondence or from no-name schools? Like you suspect, not very much. As long as it's not on the radar of the HR types, it won't make a difference to your career. Save the money and buy a motorbike or something.
• What if you actually want to be a master of a business you want to administer? Avoid the big-name schools. Look around and you'll find programmes for family-run businesses at second-rung schools. You'll actually learn stuff there.
• There is a better prospect than doing an MBA, if you haven't figured it out yet. It's to set up MBA colleges and set up institutes training you to get you into these MBA colleges.

Importance marks are in an MBA - Well, these two are the last fun years you're going to have in a long time. You're going to be dealing with spreadsheets for the rest of your life - shouldn't
you be picking Old Monk over Old Management Writers now?

Is getting placed all there is to being in a B-school, some of you wondered. Nope - there is one other way B-schools will help you. The network you form with your gang will really help when all of you are in positions of relative power maybe five or 10 years from now. Cultivate your buddies on e-groups, have reunions, keep the connections alive.

MBA abroad - Yes, if your dad has Rs 30 lakh to spare, it's not a bad idea. Get into the top-ranked ones (I'm using the dreaded phrase again) and survive. If a firm sponsors your work visa, you could start off at around Rs 45 lakh a year.

MBA is a basic time pass employers want you to go through before they come in to hire you - very commonly known quote

OK.. truth is I have absolutely no formal management qualifications whatsoever. Or even non-management qualifications. So I'm no expert. I'm no career counsellor either.
but my belief is that nothing approaching anything real or useful is taught in MBA or any course in India. fresher filtering process is a joke..

Say 10 out of every 1,000 students get into an Indian Institute of Technology. And then five of those get into an top ranking Bschool. The hideously misinformed HR community then figures this must, hence, be the top 0.5% in India - and proceeds to throw gobs of cash at them for jobs completely unrelated to their education.

So if you want a high-paying job, get into a top-ranked B-school - and don't you worry about your specialisation in graduation or the MBA itself. Nobody else does. Do what you feel like - or can pass exams most easily in. The closest that four years of mechanical engineering education can come to being useful is when you screw caps on toothpaste tubes you sell for a multinational.

The big jobs are at the big B-schools. So what do you do if you're not at one of those? Well, don't mope and blame your college. Go, use your initiative, and network your way into a good job. Meet heads of businesses you admire - use your project time to make friends and influence people.

after couple of years employer would except particularly deluded/experties - will get to know the true mettle of their employees. It can be a level playing field thereafter (my experience). Especially if you refuse to feel and act inferior to those from higher-ranked B-schools. lets not even go there... 'rankings'.

Now the real question - what if you wanted to do an MBA to really learn how to run a business? hmm... very few entrepreneurs whom we can learn from, teach at B-schools. we might do better to actually start off ourself. After all, there are only two things - in any business career we can either be an entrepreneur or work for one.

2004 US elections

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Just after 2004 US elections... results gave birth to this website - http://sorryeverybody.com

Gujarati

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There was once a Gujarati, owning a shop, living in USA called Navneetbhai Patel, who was involved in a car accident. At the hospital, when he awoke, he called for the nurse to tell him what had happened to him.. I'm very sorry, sir, but you were involved in a very bad car crash. "Car crash! My Mercedes! Is my car all right?" he asked hysterically."Sir, your car was destroyed, but that is the least of your worries- you lost your left arm in the crash, and we were unable to save it," she said apologetically. "I lost my arm? My Rolex Watch! My Rolex Watch!" "Sir, please calm down. That is the least of your worries. You are in very critical condition, but all your family are here to see you." He asked for his family to be called in.

As they gathered around the bed, he called for each of them by name.

"Alpa, are you here?" "I am here husband, and I will never leave you."
"Diness, are you here?" "I am here father, and I will never leave you."
Krupa are u here? "I am here father, and I will never leave you."
"Kalpess, are you here?" "I am here father, and I will never leave yuu."
"Kamless, my child, are you here?" "I am here father, and I will never leave you."
"Paress, my child, are you here?" "I am here father, and I will never leave you."
"Well" said Navneet Bhai thoughtfully, "Alpa,krupa,Diness, Kalpess, Paress and Kamless are here.....if all of you are here, THEN

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THEN WHO THE HELL IS IN THE SHOP!!!!!????"

Gone are the days........but not the memories

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Gone are the days

When the school reopened in June,
And we settled in our new desks and benches.

Gone are the days
When we queued up in book depot,
And got our new books and notes.

Gone are the days
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet
Managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.

Gone are the days
When we chased one another in the corridors in Intervals,
And returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat.

Gone are the days
When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors,
Playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle sheds.

Gone are the days
When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table, Was awaited more
eagerly than the monsoons.

Gone are the days
Of fights but no conspiracies,
Of Competitions but seldom jealousy.

Gone are the days
When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast,
In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks.

Gone are the days
When few rushed at 5:30 to
"Conquer" window seats in our School bus.

Gone are the days
Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day,
And the one-month long preparations for them.

Gone are the days
Of the stressful Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual Exams,
And the most enjoyed holidays after them.

Gone are the days
We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost, We laughed, we cried,
we fought, we thought.

Gone are the days
With so much fun in them, so many friends,
So much experience, all this and more.

Gone are the days
But not the memories, which will be
Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and
Ever and ever and Ever.

I hope you went back to your Golden Olden days..........

For a while..........as I DID!!