Confused Soul

Do you know someone, who never had a dream to get the moon? Probably not...

Sony encashed this concept in their new commercial for Bravia.

Doing this one thing will make you so much more effective. There’s an interesting story about this. In the 1930’s the steel magnate Charles Schwabb had a meeting with a young entrepreneur. This young man offered to teach Schwabb a way to increase his entire company’s productivity. All he asked in return was that Schwabb pay him what he thought it was worth.

The idea? Just write down the six most important things you should do each day and do number one first, before going on to number two. After trying this incredibly basic technique for a few weeks Schwabb sent the young man a cheque for $25,000.

I was watching the only sensible program India TV telecasted (A live meeting with Anna Hazare team), in which team Anna was answering the question from families of Paramveer chakra holders and others.

There was Martyr Abdul Hameed's widow in the audience (who bribed Rs. 5000/- to T.T. to travel from Vanarasi). She was very sad that Nobody did anything to make Abdul Hameed alive in memory of people (No parks, no monument, no road etc on his name). After Anna replied, suddenly an army officer stood and told her that a soldier doesn't fight for name or fame. He just fight for his nation. It's misfortune for us if we don't give him proper importance but for Indian Armed Forces, he is always a hero.

Lets keep these martyrs alive in our heart and not because of some perishable stuff.

Cool presentation with so much reality...

Check slide 26-30, so damn true...

This is a true story of Katie Chapin, a New York girl who absolutely hated the idea of wearing glasses but with time, she realized that glasses were a better option for her than contact lenses. This nicely-done presentation could be an inspiration for some of us who are in a similar situation.

Michelangelo used to live in Bologna in those days; the pub at the corner of the lane was his favorite haunt. He used to take his bottle and sit outside. One fine day, there was a peanuts vendor sitting across the road. Everytime the vendor weighted peanuts, a few always rolled out of his basket and fell on the ground. Each time a small poor naked boy standing nearby would pick them up, put one nut in his mouth and the rest back in the basket, and then wait for the next customer. The peanuts vendor also used to give him a peanut for his help. Michelangelo was noticing this event and he bought peanuts multiple times just to watch that performance. Finally, Michelangelo used the boy as the model for the naked baby Jesus for the statue of the ‘Madonna of Brujis’.

In his end days, Michelangelo was supposed to complete ‘The Last Supper’. But he drew a blank whenever he tried to imagine one face - the face of Judas he thirteenth disciple of Jesus, who had betrayed his saviour to the Romans for thirty pieces of silver. He had helped to crucify him.

Michelangelo spent days and days making sketches. He searched through his old drawings and worked on them, but no face satisfied him.

And then suddenly, one day he found Judas in a small, dirty pub in Rome. His eyes had unnatural glitter, he was restless and he spat again and again. His body had already begun to sag with age. He spoke so fast that words seemed to fall out of his mouth like coins from a torn pocket. He had gone to Michelangelo to beg for a dinar, but had ended up sharing a bottle with him. When Michelangelo came out of the pub, he saw the man ask someone else for two dinars.

Michelangelo made a deal with the man and took him to the chapel. He told him what he wanted. He wanted him to model for Judas. That would make the man immortal. Michelangelo lifted up the drapes to show him the walls and the ceiling. The man looked at everything with awe. He asked for a large sum of money in exchange for his consent. Angelo agreed to pay him. Then the man asked for an advance which Michelangelo gave. The man came regularly for a few days. Angelo used to call him to the Chapel for sittings. One day, as the man was looking through some old sketches, he asked Michelangelo about the sketches of the child he had made in Bologna.

"I used to live in Bologna years ago. I used this face to paint Jesus as a child."

"Do you remember his name?"

"Yes ... Marsoleni."

That man smiled. He rolled up his sleeve and showed him a name tattooed on his arm: Marsoleni.

"I am the same Jesus, whom you are now painting as Judas."

I found This poem at facebook shared by someone and couldn't resist myself from sharing it here...

ये किस तरह याद आ रही हो,

ये ख्वाब कैसा दिखा रही हो

की जैसे सच मुच निगाह के सामने

खड़ी मुस्कुरा रही हो

ये जिस्म नाजुक, ये नर्म बाहें ,

हसीं गर्दन , सिडोल बाजू

शगुफ्ता चेहरा , सलोनी रंगत

घनेरा जूडा , स्याह गेसू

नशीली आँखें , रसीली चितवन

दराज़ पलकें , महीन अबरू

तमाम शोखी , तमाम बिजली

तमाम मस्ती , तमाम जादू

हज़ार जादू जगा रही हो

ये ख्वाब कैसा दिखा रही हो

गुलाबी लब , मुस्कुराते आरिज़

ज़बीं कुशादा , बुलंद कामत

निगाह में बिजलियों की झिलमिल

अदाओं में शबनमी लताफत

धड़कता सीना , महकती सांसें ,

नवां में रस , अन्ख्रियों में अमृत

हमान हलावत , हमान मलाहत

हमान तरन्नुम , हमान नजाकत

लचक लचक गुनगुना रही हो

ये ख्वाब कैसा दिखा रही हो

तो क्या मुझे तुम ज़िला ही लोगी

गले से अपने लगा ही लोगी

जो फूल जुड़े से गिर पड़ा है

तड़प के उसको उठा ही लोगी

भड़कते शोलों , कड़कती बिजली से

मेरा खिरमन बचा ही लोगी

घनेरी जुल्फों की छाँव में

मुस्कुरा के मुझको छुपा ही लोगी

की आज तक आजमा रही हो

ये ख्वाब कैसा दिखा रही हो

नहीं मोहब्बत की कोई कीमत

जो कोई कीमत अदा करोगी

वफ़ा की फुर्सत न देगी दुनिया

हज़ार अज्म-ए-वफ़ा करोगी

मुझे बहलने दो रंज-ओ-गम से ,

सहारे कब तक दिया करोगी

जुनूं को इतना न गुद्गुदाओ

पकड़ लूं दामन तो क्या करोगी

करीब बड़ती ही आ रही हो

ये ख्वाब कैसा दिखा रही हो|

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Interviewer: Can you write a program to sort an integer array?

Interviewee: Sure…

Interviewee took some time for writing that program and running some test cases on paper.

Interviewee: (Showing the paper to my colleague) Here it is…

After having a look at the program and having a code walkthrough with some test cases.

Interviewer: Can you please tell me the complexity of this program?

Interview: Maam, this is not complex, this is very simple program.

Interviewer: (Surprised) I am talking about the complexity of the algorithm!

Interviewee: Maam, I can assure you that this algorithm is not complex and very simple to implement.

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There is buzz about #new twitter in the web but I'm still waiting to experience the same. @twitter, please send me the invite ASAP. have a look below for what's in store for tweeple...

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside
the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.
My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you. If you do, you just might save a marriage.

Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.

This was posted by Stephanie Hamilton Brown on Facebook: A CHRIST-CENTERED MARRIAGE IS A MARRIAGE THAT IS SURE TO LAST A LIFETIME. "So then, they are no longer two but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let not man separate." - Matthew 19:6