bluefairy's blog http://blogs.rediff.com/bluefairy Broadcasting my thoughts Tue, 19 Jan 2010 09:35:49 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.7.1 en hourly 1 Change Begins with Choice… http://blogs.rediff.com/bluefairy/2010/01/19/change-begins-with-choice/ http://blogs.rediff.com/bluefairy/2010/01/19/change-begins-with-choice/#comments Tue, 19 Jan 2010 09:35:36 +0000 munira matawala http://blogs.rediff.com/bluefairy/?p=75

Any day we wish; we can discipline ourselves to change it all. Any day we wish; we can open the book that will open our mind to new knowledge. Any day we wish; we can start a new activity. Any day we wish; we can start the process of life change. We can do it immediately, or next week, or next month, or next year.


We can also do nothing. We can pretend rather than perform. And if the idea of having to change ourselves makes us uncomfortable, we can remain as we are. We can choose rest over labor, entertainment over education, delusion over truth, and doubt over confidence. The choices are ours to make. But while we curse the effect, we continue to nourish the cause. As Shakespeare uniquely observed, “The fault is not in the stars, but in ourselves.” We created our circumstances by our past choices. We have both the ability and the responsibility to make better choices beginning today. Those who are in search of the good life do not need more answers or more time to think things over to reach better conclusions. They need the truth. They need the whole truth. And they need nothing but the truth.


We cannot allow our errors in judgment, repeated every day, to lead us down the wrong path. We must keep coming back to those basics that make the biggest difference in how our life works out. And then we must make the very choices that will bring life, happiness and joy into our daily lives.


And if I may be so bold to offer my last piece of advice for someone seeking and needing to make changes in their life - If you don’t like how things are, change it! You’re not a tree. You have the ability to totally transform every area in your life - and it all begins with your very own power of choice.


~ Jim Rohn


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“There are three constants in life… change, choice and principles.”


~ Stephen R. Covey


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The Vessel… http://blogs.rediff.com/bluefairy/2010/01/12/the-vessel%e2%80%a6/ http://blogs.rediff.com/bluefairy/2010/01/12/the-vessel%e2%80%a6/#comments Tue, 12 Jan 2010 06:57:27 +0000 munira matawala http://blogs.rediff.com/bluefairy/?p=71

The Master was searching for a vessel to use;
On the shelf there were many - which one would He choose?


“Take me”, cried the gold one, “I’m shiny and bright,
I’m of great value and I do things just right.
My beauty and lustre will outshine the rest
And for someone like You, Master, gold would be the best!”


The Master passed on with no word at all;
He looked at a silver urn, narrow and tall;


“I’ll serve You, dear Master, I’ll pour out Your drink,
and I’ll be at Your table whenever You dine,
My lines are so graceful, my carvings so true,
And my silver will always compliment You.”


Unheeding the Master passed on to the brass,
It was wide mouthed and shallow, and polished like glass.


“Here! Here!” cried the vessel, “I know I will do,
Place me on Your table for all men to view.”
“Look at me”, called the goblet of crystal so clear,
“My transparency shows my contents so dear,
Though fragile am I, I will serve You with pride,
And I’m sure I’ll be happy in Your house to abide.”


The Master came next to a vessel of wood,
Polished and carved, it solidly stood.


“You may use me, dear Master”, the wooden bowl said,
“But I’d rather You used me for fruit, not for Bread!”
Then the Master looked down and saw a vessel of clay.
Empty and broken it helplessly lay.


No hope had the vessel that the Master might choose,
To cleanse and make whole, to fill and to use.


“Ah! This is the vessel I’ve been hoping to find,
I will mend and use it and make it all Mine.”


“I need not the vessel with pride of its self;
Nor the one who is narrow to sit on the shelf;
Nor the one who is big mouthed and shallow and loud;
Nor one who displays his contents so proud;


Not the one who thinks he can do all things just right;
But this plain earthy vessel filled with My power and might.”


Then gently He lifted the vessel of clay.
Mended and cleansed it and filled it that day.


Spoke to it kindly. “There’s work you must do,
Just pour out to others as I pour into you.”


~ William Arthur Ward


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“Judgements prevent us from seeing the good that lies beyond appearances.”


~ Wayne Dyer


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Gifts From The Heart… http://blogs.rediff.com/bluefairy/2009/12/29/gifts-from-the-heart%e2%80%a6/ http://blogs.rediff.com/bluefairy/2009/12/29/gifts-from-the-heart%e2%80%a6/#comments Tue, 29 Dec 2009 06:24:08 +0000 munira matawala http://blogs.rediff.com/bluefairy/?p=69

According to legend, a young man while roaming the desert came across a spring of delicious crystal-clear water. The water was so sweet he filled his leather canteen so he could bring some back to a tribal elder who had been his teacher. After a four-day journey he presented the water to the old man who took a deep drink, smiled warmly and thanked his student lavishly for the sweet water. The young man returned to his village with a happy heart.


Later, the teacher let another student taste the water. He spat it out, saying it was awful. It apparently had become stale because of the old leather container. The student challenged his teacher: “Master, the water was foul. Why did you pretend to like it?”


The teacher replied, “You only tasted the water. I tasted the gift. The water was simply the container for an act of loving kindness and nothing could be sweeter.”


~ Michael Josephson


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“Gratitude doesn’t always come naturally. After all, gifts from the heart are really gifts of the heart.”


~ Author Unknown

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You Arx A Kxy Pxrson http://blogs.rediff.com/bluefairy/2009/12/08/you-arx-a-kxy-pxrson/ http://blogs.rediff.com/bluefairy/2009/12/08/you-arx-a-kxy-pxrson/#comments Tue, 08 Dec 2009 09:17:37 +0000 munira matawala

One manager let his employees know how valuable they are with the following memo:


“You Arx A Kxy Pxrson”


Xvxn though my typxwritxr is an old modxl, it works vxry wxll — xxcxpt for onx kxy. You would think that with all thx othxer kxys functioning propxrly, onx kxy not working would hardly bx noticxd; but just onx kxy out of whack sxxms to ruin thx wholx xffort.


You may say to yoursxlf — Wxll, I’m only onx pxrson. No onx will noticx if I don’t do my bxst. But it doxs makx a diffxrxncx, bxcausx an xffxctivx organization nxxds activx participation by xvxry onx to thx bxst of his or hxr ability.


So, thx nxxt timx you think you arx not important, rxmxmbxr my old typxwritxr. You arx a kxy pxrson.


~ Author Unknown


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"Individual commitment to a group effort - that is what makes a team work, a company work, a society work, a civilization work."


~ Vince Lombardi


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RAHUL & PARUL…. A LOVE STORY which begins and ends emails !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! http://blogs.rediff.com/bluefairy/2009/12/03/rahul-parul-a-love-story-which-begins-and-ends-emails/ http://blogs.rediff.com/bluefairy/2009/12/03/rahul-parul-a-love-story-which-begins-and-ends-emails/#comments Thu, 03 Dec 2009 06:17:54 +0000 munira matawala Good one take some time to read .. specially for those who are working late in office  

This is a story of Parul and Rahul. Parul, a 25-year old workaholic who is working in a software firm. Parul came to office at 9 or 10 in the morning and left at 11 or 12 at night. Even on weekends she would come down to office. She had no social life, no friends. The only people she use to be with were her project mates. But there was no assurance that she would be having her lunch or tea with them. Basically she was all a loner. There was no love in her life and she had no time for love. All her time was devoted to work


Rahul, used to be a workaholic like Parul 2 years back. But now things had changed. He was no more workaholic but still he used to stay in office. Office had become home for him.


One night while Parul was all alone and working at the office a mail popped up in her mailbox. The name of the sender was Rahul Mehra. She had not met him, never heard about him. Just out of curiosity she checked his mail. The content of the mail was

 



Hi Parul,


I see you every night sitting in the office till very late. Don't you have friends? Don't you feel like talking to your roommate?
You should not sit very late in the office. this is a genuine advice from me.


Thanks,
Rahul Mehra




After reading the mail, Parul was very angry on the sender. She simply deleted the mail and said to herself "who is he to give me any advice?". She again got back to her work.


After that night, every night Rahul would keep sending her mails and Parul would simply delete them without even reading the content of the mail. But one fine night the subject line attracted her and she had to open the mail. The subject line of the mail was "Hi Gorgeous"

 



Hi Gorgeous,


Yes today you are looking very gorgeous in this red saree. I know you don't read my mails as you don't like the advices I give you.
So today I wont give you any advice, I will just say that I am love with you. You know you are very beautiful and if you take care of yourself many men will fall in love with you.


I am sure someday you will also fall in love with me. And then we will go out for a date.


Oh before I end the mail I must tell you that the best thing about is that smile. Or is it those intense which needs some sleep at the moment.


Take care dear.


Love you.


Rahul Mehra.




After reading the mail she was shocked. A person she had never met, never seen, never spoke to was saying that he was in love with her. She started thinking was this always in his mind. How did he get her id? Where had he seen her? Many questions like this came in her mind. Finally she thought of giving a warning and replied to his mail.

 



Hi Rahul,


I don't want to spoil your career but if you don't stop sending me mails I will raise an ASHI against you.


Thanks and Regards,
Parul Jain




After this mail, the mails from Rahul stopped coming in Parul's inbox. She thought that finally Rahul has got scared and wont be mailing her again. After several nights, Parul was resting on her chair and her eyes closed. When she opened her eyes she saw Rahul's mail in her mailbox.

 



Hi Gorgeous,


With your closed eyes you were dreaming about me, right? Oh sorry for not sending any mails in the last few days.
I was a little busy. I am sure you would have missed me a lot.


One more thing before I forget I want to say that I am not scared of ASHI. An ASHI cant be a reason to stop loving you.


Love you.


Rahul Mehra




Parul was twisting her hair and putting them behind her ears. At that moment itself another mail came from Rahul,

 



Now stop playing with your hair and leave the office. it is very late.


Love.


Rahul Mehra





Parul was shocked as to how did this person know what she was doing on her desk. She got up to check whether anyone was there in her floor but could find only empty cubicles. She thought maybe he made a wild guess and decided to leave the office. before leaving she saw another mail from Rahul.

 



Hi Parul,


Searching for me??? You have started falling in love with me. J


Love you.


Rahul Mehra




Parul was shocked and scared to hell. She simply switched off her machine and ran outside the office. in the next few days she would not open any mails sent by Rahul. One night a mail with subject line "Don't be scared of me" came to her mailbox. First she thought to ignore the mail then she thought lets see what has Rahul written this time.

 



Hi Parul,


Don't be scared of me. I can say that you are scared of me because of the way you ran out from the office the last time you read my mail.


I know few minutes back you had gone to have coffee. You are thinking how I know this because I can feel you around me.


Only once you also start feeling me you will know that I am near to you. Very near. Just sitting next to you.


I will wait for the night when you start having the same feelings for me.


Will always love you.


Rahul Mehra




Now Parul started thinking was Rahul really in love with her? What he was saying was it true? But how could he know so much about her? How could he say what she was doing and what not? Parul thought lets give a try and see whether Rahul is always in love with her or not. From that night she also started replying to his mail.




Hi Parul,


Do you feel bad if I call you gorgeous?


Love you.


Rahul Mehra




Parul's reply:

 



Yes Rahul. I don't like this word.


You can address me as Parul, isn't it short and simple. and I love my name a lot.


Thanks and Regards,
Parul Jain




Rahul's reply:

 



Point noted Parul. But when I am happy, excited I would call you with some special name at that time.


Tomorrow you have your certification so all the best for that.


Love you.


Rahul Mehra




Parul was again shocked as to how does he know about her certification. She had never told him. She replied

 



Rahul,


Who is the person who is giving you details about me? I had not told you about my certification how do you know it?


Thanks and regards,
Parul Jain




Rahul replied back to her

 



I know it because I in front of you. Cant you see me? Cant you feel me close to you?


I also know that after 3 days you have your appraisal. Now this you have not told anyone. Just your PM knows about it.


Do you think your PM will give me all these details?


Love you.


Rahul Mehra




Parul not sure of the answer. She knew her PM would not have told Rahul all this but how did Rahul know so much about her was a mystery for her. Finally she thought she will talk to her PM, Rohan.


Next day, she went to her PM's desk. "Hi Rohan. I wanted to ask you something".


Rohan:- "Sure Parul. Are having any issues?"


Parul:- "No. actually I wanted to know about a person named Rahul Mehra."


Rohan was shocked on hearing that name. PM:- "How did you come across this name. has anyone told you about him?"


Parul:- "No one has said anything to me about him. Few days back he started sending me e-mails. First I ignored but then he would give such details which I did just few minutes back. He even knows my appraisal date."


Rohan:- "Are you sure you got mails from Rahul Mehra only?"


Parul:- "Yes very much. But why do you looked shock?"


Rohan:- "Because Rahul Mehra died 2 years back. He use to sit at the same place where you are sitting. How can a dead person send mails to you."


Parul was shocked. She didn't know how to react to this.


Rohan:- "If you don't believe me then you can try finding his name in the telephone directory. Maybe someone told you about him and because of work stress you started imagining that he is sending you mails."


Parul:- "I am not imagining anything. He has really send me a mail. I can show you in my mailbox."


Rohan:- "Okay Parul I believe you but still I think you should take a break and go home."


Parul was still in shock with the news she got from Rohan. She just did a search on telephone directory for a name with Rahul Mehra and page returned no records. She again checked the mail id and employee number details. She did a search many times that day by putting various combinations but the search page displayed the same message "No matches found for the given search criteria". She could not believe that someone could hack the system and send mails to her from an non-existing id. She attached the mails sent by Rahul and sent it to Rohan as a proof that she was not dreaming.


On seeing the attached mails even Rohan was in shock. He came to Parul's desk. Rohan:- "I think by mistake his id has not been deleted and someone who knows about it is playing with it."


Parul:- "But I checked the details on telephone directory there are no records available for this id."


Rohan:- "Talk to the CCD people and see what they have to say."


She called up the CCD people. They took control over her system and looked at the mail sent by Rahul Mehra. The mail was sent from the from the same computer which Parul was using. The time stamp at which the mails were sent Parul had logged in. Also there was no evidence that a remote desktop connection was made or mail was sent through web mail. Even the CCD people were clueless as to how a mail has been sent from a non-existing id and from Parul's system itself. There were no viruses or torjans or any other kind of threats on Parul's system. Her anti-virus was upto date. The whole day was gone in finding a loophole as to how did Parul get such a mail in her mailbox. Parul was tierd from the day's happening and so she decided to leave early from the office that day.


The next day when Parul came back, she saw a mail from Rahul Mehra. She didn't know whether she should delete that mail or read that mail. She was scared to open the mail. Somehow she gained some courage and opened the mail. The context of the mail was:-

 



Hi Parul,


Good to see that you left the office early tonight. I know Rohan told you about my death.


I was also a workaholic like you. I would sit late in the office, even when no one was around me.
I just being at office. I had no friends, no social life. Even on weekends I would use to come to office.


I missed all the fun in my life. Even my death happened at office while I was working.
My dead body was found by the house keeping guy and the security guard at the reception.


I took a lot of work stress which my conscious mind could not bear that day. I ignored all the health problems I was having.
And finally on that night (20. 10. 07, 11:24 PM) all these reasons became responsible for my death.


Now you know why I am not scared of ASHI.
But yes if I was alive then also I wont be scared of ASHI because I have really fallen in love with you but we cant be together until your death.
Now the choice is yours whether you will kill yourself on your own or whether I need to do the honors.


Waiting for your death. Love you always.


Rahul Mehra


  

** ASHI is anti sexual harassment group in infosys.


Some love stories have ghost in it
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WHO IS CLEVER …THE TEACHER OR THE STUDENT http://blogs.rediff.com/bluefairy/2009/11/20/who-is-clever-the-teacher-or-the-student/ http://blogs.rediff.com/bluefairy/2009/11/20/who-is-clever-the-teacher-or-the-student/#comments Fri, 20 Nov 2009 07:09:55 +0000 munira matawala

WHO IS CLEVER

THE TEACHER OR THE STUDENT

Who is clever? Teacher or student?

One Night 4 College Students Were Playing Till Late Night and Didn’t Study For The Test Which Was Scheduled For The Next Day.

In the morning they thought of a plan. They made themselves look as dirty and weird with grease and dirt. They then went up to the Dean and said that they had gone out to a wedding last night and on their return the tyre of their car burst and they had to push the car all the way back and that they were in no condition to appear for the test.

So the Dean said they can have the re-test after 3 days. They thanked him and said they will be ready by that time.

On the third day they appeared before the Dean. The Dean said that as this was a Special Condition Test, All four were required to sit in separate classrooms for the test.

They all agreed as they had prepared well in the last 3 days.

The Test consisted of 2 questions with the total of 100 Marks.

Q.1. Your Name…….. ……… ……… (2 MARKS)

Q.2. Which tyre burst ?……….. ….(98 MARKS)
a) Front Left
b) Front Right
c) Back Left
d) Back Right…..!! !

True story from IIT Bombay …Batch 1992-96

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Approaching Each Day http://blogs.rediff.com/bluefairy/2009/11/17/approaching-each-day/ http://blogs.rediff.com/bluefairy/2009/11/17/approaching-each-day/#comments Tue, 17 Nov 2009 08:53:02 +0000 munira matawala

I woke up early today, excited over all I get to do before the clock strikes midnight. My job is to choose what kind of day I am going to have.

Today I can complain because the weather is rainy or I can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free.

Today I can feel sad that I don’t have more money or I can be glad that my finances encourage me to plan my purchases wisely and guide me away from waste.

Today I can grumble about my health or I can rejoice that I am alive.

Today I can lament over all that my parents didn’t give me when I was growing up or I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born.

Today I can cry because roses have thorns or I can celebrate that thorns have roses.

Today I can mourn my lack of friends or I can excitedly embark upon a quest to discover new job relationships.

Today I can whine because I have to go to work or I can shout for joy because I have a job to go to!

Today I can complain because I have to go to school or eagerly open my mind and fill it with knowledge and adventure.

Today I can dejectedly murmur because I have housework to do or I can feel grateful for shelter for my mind, body and soul.

Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped, and here I am, the sculptor who gets to do the shaping.

What today will be like is up to me. And I shall decide what kind of day I shall have!”

How will you live THIS DAY?

~ Author unknown

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"Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things."

~ Robert Brault

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I can sleep when the wind blows… http://blogs.rediff.com/bluefairy/2009/11/10/i-can-sleep-when-the-wind-blows/ http://blogs.rediff.com/bluefairy/2009/11/10/i-can-sleep-when-the-wind-blows/#comments Tue, 10 Nov 2009 09:22:51 +0000 munira matawala

A young man applied for a job as a farmhand. When the farmer asked for his qualifications, he said, “I can sleep when the wind blows.”

This puzzled the farmer. But he liked the young man, and hired him.

A few days later, the farmer and his wife were awakened in the night by a violent storm. They quickly began to check things out to see if all was secure. They found that the shutters of the farmhouse had been securely fastened. A good supply of logs had been set next to the fireplace.

The young man slept soundly.

The farmer and his wife then inspected their property. They found that the farm tools had been placed in the storage shed, safe from the elements.

The tractor had been moved into the garage. The barn was properly locked. Even the animals were calm. All was well.

The farmer then understood the meaning of the young man’s words, “I can sleep when the wind blows.”

Because the farmhand did his work loyally and faithfully when the skies were clear, he was prepared for the storm when it broke. So when the wind blew, he was not afraid. He could sleep in peace.

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"Good plans shape good decisions. That’s why good planning helps to make elusive dreams come true."

~ Joseph Campbell

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The Mayonnaise Jar….. (Read N Share) http://blogs.rediff.com/bluefairy/2009/11/05/the-mayonnaise-jar-read-n-share/ http://blogs.rediff.com/bluefairy/2009/11/05/the-mayonnaise-jar-read-n-share/#comments Thu, 05 Nov 2009 08:50:23 +0000 munira matawala

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.’

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Chanakya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275BC) http://blogs.rediff.com/bluefairy/2009/11/04/chanakya-quotes-indian-politician-strategist-and-writer-350-bc-275bc/ http://blogs.rediff.com/bluefairy/2009/11/04/chanakya-quotes-indian-politician-strategist-and-writer-350-bc-275bc/#comments Wed, 04 Nov 2009 09:35:27 +0000 munira matawala “A person should not be too honest.
Straight trees are cut first
and Honest people are screwed first.”


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“Even if a snake is not poisonous,
it should pretend to be venomous.”


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“The biggest guru-mantra is: Never share your secrets with anybody.  If you cannot keep secret with you , do not expect that other will keep it. ! It will destroy you.”


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“There is some self-interest behind every friendship.
There is no Friendship without self-interests.
This is a bitter truth.”


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“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.”


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“As soon as the fear approaches near, attack and destroy it.”


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“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.”


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“The fragrance of flowers spreads
only in the direction of the wind.
But the goodness of a person spreads in all direction.”


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“A man is great by deeds, not by birth.”


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“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.”

 

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“Education is the best friend.
An educated person is respected everywhere.

Education beats the beauty and the youth.”

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