The Mirror Effect

Yeah, its been over two months since this Blog got an Update.

So this time You would have to Work a bit.

To read further, use a Mirror if you have a Desktop OR if you have a Laptop and you prefer to hold it still in front of a mirror for next 10 minutes, Choice is yours.

Will Blog soon!

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Jaya Hey!

You the ruler of our Minds, our Nation,

To you our humble Salutations

You the Custodian of so many

You the guardian of India's destiny                                                             

Through Punjab and Sind, Gujrat and Maratha

Dravida, Utkala and Bengal

Across lofty crests and mellow leas 

Of the Vindhyas and the Himalayas                                                            

Your name awakens one and all!

It rests upon the melodies of 

Yamuna and Ganga in harmony

And swells the waves of the titanic sea                                                         

Your blessings we seek

Your praises replicate you

As the protector of India's fate

Jaya Hey! Jaya Hey! Jaya Hey!                                                                      

Victory forever to you

You call us to unite Day and Night

Hindus and Buddhists, Jains and Sikhs

Parsis Muslims and Christians meek                                                             

From East and West to your thrown above 

We move to weave a garland of love

You have born the hearts of so many

You the guardian of India's destiny                                                            

Jaya Hey! Jaya Hey! Jaya Hey!

Victory forever to you

Through rugged paths that rise and fall

Your pilgrims have traversed them all                                                            

Oh charioteer the roar of your wheels

Echo day and night on the trail we tread

The clarion call of your sacred conch 

Saves us from riot, despair and dread

You the journeymen's steadfast mate

You the shield of India's fate

Jaya Hey! Jaya Hey! Jaya Hey!

Victory forever to you

When the night was dark and utterly bleak

When our land lay sick in a fevered swoon

O loving Mother you held us close 

And shielded us from times morose

Your lowered but ever watchful eyes

So pure so faithfully sanctified 

Granted us your special boon

You the remover of all agony 

You the guardian of our destiny

Jaya Hey! Jaya Hey! Jaya Hey!

Victory forever to you

The darkness of the night is done 

Now watch the glory of the rising sun

Touch the brow of Eastern hills

The song of birds auspicious breeze

Pour their portion to forever seize

Our hearts as India wakes to meet

The sanctity  of your blessed feet

You the Lord of might Lords

Your glory we shall forever applaud

The remover of all agony

Guardian of our destiny 

Jaya Hey! Jaya Hey! Jaya Hey!

Victory forever to you

~ Rabindranath Tagore

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The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;        5 


Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,        10 


And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.        15 


I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.        20 




~Robert Frost.




Dedicated to all those who Stood by me all the Time and Showed Confidence in me.

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Daily "Classified"

What's in a  X-WORD?

The image is Self-Explanatory!!!

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The Violinist on Platform # 9

A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin. It was a cold January morning. He played his six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes.

During that time, since it was a rush hour, it was calculated that thousands of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

Three minutes went by and a middle-aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace, stopped for a few seconds and then hurried up to meet his schedule.

A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping continued to walk.

A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.

The one who paid the most attention was a 3-year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move.

In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gavce him money but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32.

When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one the best musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written; with a violin worth 3.5 million dollars.

Two days before his playing in the Subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theatre in Boston and the average ticket was $100.

This is a real story. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnOPu0_YWhw)

Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a common place environment at an inappropriate hour.

Do we perceive beauty?

Do we stop to appreciate it?

Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?

One of the possible inferences from this experience could be:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, How Many Other Things Are We Missing?

Extracted from Ideas Exchange

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The New QUEEN

I must be 14 or 15 years old when I came to know that Consumer is the King.

Now that statement left me in a fix. The only reason I was in such a confusion was that the fact that India is the largest Democracy.

And if Consumer is the King i.e. 1.22 billion people are King then how can a State be called a Democracy.

It took me some time to understand the real meaning of the statement that I misunderstood.

The Consumer held a supreme position, he was the money king and whatever he Demanded the Organizations/Companies provided her/him with the same.

Well things don't remain same and one day something STRUCK me (it was an Idea not lightening).

And that Idea was to give a new dimension to the Old Statement. The new dimension of that Statement was "Consumer is the Queen".

Queen holds a supreme position as the King. It is the Affectation/Attitude that makes a difference.

The King always demands, The Queen not only demands but also rejects and verifies a certain product/commodity thousand times or even more. 

Concerned not only with the usage, Queen(Consumer) also  goes for it appearance and looks for something unique in everything that is available and keeps on turning things down and thus this lead to a change in the statement.

Lastly "Consumer is the Queen"

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Paper Weight | Customized

Standing and Waiting near the Railway Crossing for the Train to pass was pretty boring, then suddenly something   STRUCK  my mind and as soon as  the Local Train ran West wards, I ran towards the Railway Track to gather the Stones lying on Railway track.

People around were amazed watching me collecting stones, but I had a purpose.

Papers are always scattered in my room, and just to make my room Tidy, the bare Stone was turned to a Customized Paper Weight that somewhat looked like a Crab.

And the Best part is it's : ROI = Infinity 

I haven't named it and I leave that to you.

ROI : Return on Investment

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A new way to HOLI

As soon as my College got over on Saturday, I bumped in to shop for Colors and a few paint brushes.

The only thing that was in my mind was to Celebrate this Holi with in my room.

Now Celebrating Holi with in your room, you may get on nerves of your parents for that, but it wont be the case if you got Canvas sheets, Colors and most importantly the festival of Colors .

This is how I played  Holi all-alone. 

    

            

                                                          

Kali Reconstructed (made by some other blogger)

(click on pictures for Larger view)

Had I played Holi on the streets, I wouldn't have Enjoyed the way I did playing it in my room.

Happy Playing!!!

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Night Lamp | Adjustable

I never thought that Excessive Drinking (now, that doesn't mean I consume hard-drinks) would result in something amazing. The trash that was left over was restructured into a Night Lamp, which I already had viewed in one of the Blog's that is being followed by me.

Thus adding something different to it was the key and that "something" was making it Adjustable

Props that  were required for its accomplishment were Cans, Bulb, Plier, Wire, Thermo col, Screw(4) & its driver , Carton pieces ( 4 x 6*1/2 inch) and most importantly Leisure Time.

                                                                        

                                             

Excess of drinking didn't turn out to be bad!!!!!

Cheers!!!

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WHY ONLY INDIANS ARE RE-BORN

The angel Gabriel came to the Lord and said, "I have to talk to you. We have some Indians up here in heaven and they are causing too many problems. They are swinging on the pearly gates, my horn is missing, they are wearing Dolce and Gabana clothes instead of their white robes, they are riding Mercedes instead of chariots, and they are selling their halos to people for discounted prices.

They refuse to keep the stairway to Heaven clean, since they keep crouching down midway eating samosas and driking tea. Some of them are even walking around with just one wing!"

The Lord said, "Indians are Indians. Heaven is home to all my children. If you want to know about real problems, give Satan a call."

Satan answered the phone, "Hello? Damn, hold on a minute." Satan returned to the phone, "OK, I'm back. What can I do for you?"

Satan says, "Hold on again. I need to check on something."

After 5 minutes Satan returns to the phone and said, "I'm back. Now what was the question?"

Gabriel said, "What kind of problems are you having down there?"

Satan says, Man I don't believe this....Hold on. This time Satan was gone for at least 20 minutes. He returned and said, "I'm sorry Gabriel, I can't talk right now. These Indians are trying to install air conditioning and making hell a comfortable place to live in by putting out the fire..fire is there to keep them uncomfortably hot!!! Since they are so tech savvy, they are trying to start a telephone connection between heaven and hell..I am having such a hard time controlling and dealing with them!"

"Some are trying yo start a pakora shop, which I had to stop. I am requesting Lord to send them back on earth as soon as they arrive as re-birth"

Indians will be Indians.........

So this is the story why Indians are re-born!!!

Ideas Exchange (August 2009)

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"+1+1+1"

It was a month ago, when the Facebook bug hit me politely. I sat hours and hours browsing this Universal book and unexpectedly found a few rather many of my school friends.

Meeting virtually after 14 years was pretty amazing and one fine day while chatting to one of them, this idea STRUCK me "how about e-mailing everyone of them with a short story of our school routine(then)".

And I did e-mail everyone hoping for different replies.

But as days passed by something STRUCK me again "their(s) inbox is flooded with loads of announcements and one of them being mine, it might have gone Unnoticed".

So finally it came here, which is as follows:-

It was the Class IV-B (1998-1999), the Snacks break had just finished, all pupils have settled at their respective seats waiting for the Hindi Period (Period Number 4) to commence.

And within a few minutes the teacher enters the class (Ms. Kamaljeet), students stand up to wish her and with in 5 minutes everything is settled. The class Monitor (Karan & Anika) commence their routine work, showing their favorite SYMBOL on blackboard "+1+1+1", "Mam, Ishdeep has been talking all the while after continuous warnings were given to him" says Anika.

 

The teacher says,"Are iska to roz ka kaam hai, chaliye aap apni seat par bhethiye, aaj naya chapter shuru karenge". She further continuous, "Himani bete, chapter number 6 'Hansi Ke Mukhote' parhna shuru kijiye, mein isko samjhati jaungi".

Himani a short girl stands up smartly, and holding her book in her hand starts narrating the Chapter. The Chapter is just half read when the bell rings, depicting the sign of next Period.

Mam then follows up, "Chaliye, baki ka kal parenge, aur mein is chapter ko samjhaungi", with this the teacher leaves the class.

 

And again the Monitors of class come in front and start chalking their favorite Symbols on blackboard and waiting for the next teacher to come. The Monitors were busy with their work, when a boy from a Senior Class shows up and informs the class to gather in the Assembly Ground.

 

The Students line up and start moving towards the destination and on the way the class teacher "Mrs. Anupama" joins the students and instructs them further. The students occupy their so called Seats i.e. the Ground Itself, and start plucking the grass nearby them, and some person on stage starts his speech.

 

After 4 hours the Gathering is almost on the verge of sleeping and finally they are set to go to their respective classes. The time they reach their classes is when the school gets over. 

And all are set to go to their homes.

 

To be continued…  

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