Bappa Morya!

It’s been exactly 3 years I had sent a ‘Prayer’ on the occasion of Anant Chaturdashi in my daily mail. Even after three years every word of that prayer is only truer and would get more and more hard hit unless we the humans don’t think and act other-wise…!

As the troubleshooter GOD blessed me with the words ‘Be Happy…’, I made it my mantra and found out this... 

 

Happiness is like a butterfly,
The more you chase it,
The more it will allude you,
But if you turn your attention to other things,
It will come and sit softly on your shoulder.
 

The place to be happy is here.
The time to be happy is now.
 

Laugh when you can,
Apologize when you should, and
Let go of what you can't change.

 

Life is too short to be anything but happy.
Whoever is happy will make others happy too.
 

You don't stop laughing because you grow old, 

You grow old because you stop laughing.
 

Money never did buy happiness,
And credit cards aren't doing much better.
 

The heart is happiest when it beats for others.
 

For every minute you are angry,
You lose 60 seconds of happiness.
 

Someday everything will make perfect sense.
So for now, laugh at the confusion,
Smile through the tears and
Keep reminding yourself that
Everything happens for a reason…! 

 

Be Happy and Stay tuned…!

My Convocation...!

Remember my IEMBA post...? Here are some pictures of the convocation event that seemed more like a filmy award function (without any bodyshaking and mindslaughtering performances, thank GOD) with complete lack of ‘Management’ (!?!)

 

Mr. Salunkhe, being the modest businessman that he is, seemed more concerned about the branding and networking of his company than the products of it, Mr. Dirk - Dean of UBI was as enthusiastic and charming as ever though!
 

 

Anyway, I didn’t regret attending it as I had an opportunity to have a word with Shobha Dey, one of my favourite nonconformist authors. However I missed to discuss ‘Big Boss Season 3’ with Poonam Dhillon, another Celebrity at the event…!

The fervour of (Post) Graduating was quite comprehensible nonetheless and this should and would be just another milestone in the journey of learning I envisage.

Wish me luck and Stay Tuned...!

Happy Engineers Day...!

To identify the great works done by our hard working engineers, each year 15th September is celebrated as Engineers' Day marking the Birth Day of Sir Mokshagundam Visvesvarayya, recognizing his contributions in the field of Civil Engineering in India. Today it gives us an opportunity to remember and cherish the works of Sir Visvesvarayya on the 152 birthday of this great son of India.

 

Sir Mokshagundam Visvesvaraya is known to be the greatest engineers of all times, who with his vision and dedication in the field of engineering made some exceptional contributions to India. Owing to his contribution he was honored with the highest state award of India, “Bharat Ratna”, in the year 1955.

 

 

Engineer par Excellence

 

·         He was the chief engineer during the construction of Krishna Sagar dam on the Kavery River. Krishna Raja Sagara Dam is still praised by everybody visiting it which is a brilliant proof of his genius.

·         The Block System was invented by him, which was a system of automated doors that closed in the conditions of overflow. The automatic doors which he devised to stop wasteful overflow of water, the water supply and drainage system which he planned for the city of Aden won high praise from engineers all over the world.

·         Many dams built by him in Bombay are still functional even till today.

 

"The curse of our country is laziness. At first sight everyone seems to be working. But in fact, one man works and the others watch him. As someone said with contempt, 'it looks as if five men are working. But really only one man works. One man will be doing nothing. One man will be resting. Another man will be watching them. Yet another man will be helping these three."

 

 

A human Being with Profound Values

·         Courage: many of the projects completed by him that India stands proud of today, would not have existed if it was not his will and conviction.

·         Dedication to work: Nothing was able to deter Sir, from his commitment to good work, his work was his worship.

·         Fearless Patriotism: when it came to India, even high perks given to Sir, by the British Government were not enough for him; he opposed everything and anything that was against the favor of his nation.

·         Fitness: Even at the age of 92, he was never dependent on comforts; he would not only walk by himself, but, take full participation in all proceedings.

·         Neatness: Every person having met Sir MV, proudly remembers his neat and fine clothing.

·         Perfectionism: There are many examples to show that even a little task that he took up, always completed to perfection. Even if it was to deliver a speech, he would think in advance, write and rehearse no. of times.

·         Punctuality: he was very famous for his punctuality; he was never late even by a minute and expected his people also to realize the importance of time.

 

"Remember, your work may be only to sweep a railway crossing, but it is your duty to keep it so clean that no other crossing in the world is as clean as yours."

 

 

Scholarly Works by the Visionary

 

•       Reconstructing India

•       Year – 1920, Pages – 333

•       Nation Building: A Five-year Plan for the Provinces

•       Year – 1937, Pages – 75

•       Reconstruction in post-war India: A plan of development all round Year – 1944, Pages – 50

 

Engineers operate at the interface between science and society…

Stay tuned and let's ENGINEER the future...!

Miracle…!

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured 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 your 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 audible.

'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 miracle you need.'

That well-dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neurosurgery. The operation was completed free of 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 GIRL…!

Stay tuned and expect miracles...!