Every drop adds to sea

Mr. Henry stood near the window of his office room, located at the 20th floor of his 60 story empire. Centralized AC vents, indirect lights and ambiance by a french interior lights designer, furniture made of rare teak wood, granites and wallpapers imported from Italy, and a very rare painting of American Revolution, fell in his background.

With his hands in his pockets, he looked out at the horizon, stretched across the concrete forest. And his mind struggled to perform simple math.
The door creaked open behind him and he heard a voice.
"Sir, you have some papers to sign. Regarding the acquisition of B&B constructions"
said Mr.Richard, his financial adviser.

With the eyes still fixed on the horizon, Henry spoke "920 millions, Richard! hard to sum up; but, exactly I own 920 million worth property!" as he turned to smile and look at Richard.
Richard walked forward and said "True sir! If you could sign these documents, we can make it 925; sir" with a smile, and showed the folder to Henry.
Henry took out his pen and started signing the page briskly.
"Recently I've started noticing that you don't read the documents at all, sir" Richard spoke.
"How long its been, you are working here Richard?" asked Henry, while he flipped through pages.
"3 years sir, 3 years 2 months precisely" Richard replied.
"Well, It took that long for me to trust you to this extent" Henry said with a smile.
"Thanks sir" replied Richard and started walking towards the door.

"You know Richard!, My dad always used to say this thing, about life and business; you wanna comment?"
Richard stopped, turned and said " Sure sir, whats that?"
"He always used to say, save whenever you can, If you think something is expensive; it is so. Be a business man in your daily decisions too!, what do you think Richard? should the holder of 920, sorry 925 million dollars property, should consider something like this?" asked Henry with crunched eyebrows.
"He was right sir! He is true in all sense. Very logical indeed" confirmed Richard.
"Then prove it Richard"
"What ? But how sir?" Questioned Richard, as confusion climbed up his face.
Henry walked towards his bar, poured himself a little red wine and he took a sip and spoke again.
"5 million!, prove it to me and I'll give you 5 million Richard, its a bet. Convince me! What do you say?"
"Good enough sir, I will consider giving it a try" said Richard and closed the door behind him.

For the next five years, the company kept growing consistently. Henry acquired 20 more companies, and also entered consumer market with cosmetic products as his main line. Being the entrepreneur of month, year, and being the cover man of various business magazine, he was unstoppable, and he became worth 2.1 billion.

But very next year, an accidental chemical leak in his main factory ended up with hundred and odd deaths, right then on, his shares fell in market, questions arose against the machinery quality and many

investigations were filed. The company was forced to liquidate few properties and save itself from legal attacks, both on the record, and off the record, illegally.
In the next four years, the company lost even more assets, closed its production lines, resold the companies for cheaper tags, as many of their products were rendered useless by their rival companies, and Henry didn't have enough left to open and furnish new R&Ds for research.
In the next 3 years, the company boiled down to a mere 'company acquisition and outsourcing'. Many economists called it the fall of the decade, and many predicted that the company will soon come up in near future.

And the headlines were " From 2.1 billion to 35 million: Mr. Henry"
Henry reclined on the chair in an old office room as the newspaper lay on the table.
Richard walked in with few papers " Hey Henry, few more tax issues, sign these" he said as he sat down in front of him and pushed the papers to Henry.
Henry flipped through the pages blindly and finished signing them, and pushed it back to Richard.
"You still don't read them Henry!"
"I trust you Richard! STILL" Henry said.
"You do!"
"Richard! , I can't do this anymore, Its been 7 years since we've had any considerable profit! Thanks for always being with me man. Huh! Today I sit in this old office and hope and pray everyday that I do not lose anymore money" yelled Henry with his fist on table and a tear in his eye.
"Not your fault Henry, things will get alright"
"My dad was right! I understand it today, Richard he was always right! Be a businessman in daily decisions! How could I not save a single penny! He was right!" Henry folded himself in his arms and started weeping on his table.
After a moment of silence
"Why did you take this long to say this? Why would it take for anyone to say it, this long ?, why Henry? why?" Richard held Henry's hand firmly and shook it.
"What do you mean?"
"Huh! I.. I won at last! I did win, Ha!" Richard stood up, and he couldn't stop his tears.
"What are you speaking for God's sake!" Henry was getting impatient.
"Richard bent down on table and kept his hands on it, "Everyday Henry! everyday since the day you posed me that bet, I've been secretly saving your money!"
"What! I do remember that bet, but how could you..."
"Your blind eye signing of documents my friend! since that day, in every deal I hiked the buying price by 3 to 5 percent, and selling lowered by same amount, and I diverted that extra money to that Swiss account of yours which I later informed to you as cancelled.
"How come no one complained of missing money? diversion?"
"I got your signature on the circular regarding the same and convinced Board that you don't want to discuss about it to anyone, I misused or may be.. used your trust on me, and as of now the balance stands 146 millions" Richard said with a smile and tears in his eyes.
"You took that seriously! what... how.. and why you took so long to tell me this?"
"How long have we been losing our property?"
"7 years"
"Henry! It took me that long to teach you this little thing", Richard spoke in a low voice, as his eye brimmed with tears.
"Thanks, Thank you"
"You owe me 5 million"cried Richard.
Henry hugged Richard and they shared tears for next few minutes.
Richard's savings did not have much impact on business, but Henry learnt, that anything was possible, and found a new ray of hope in his life. Henry and Richard became partners and started working together for a bigger fortune future.

After a few years, the business magazines read
"Rise of the phoenix"

Its not just God who watches

I was late for office, and I knew it was a risky business, being so. I pulled out my hand and looked at my watch! bad! I was already 15 minutes off the stipulated time and I was still 20 minutes away from office. I was walking briskly dodging fellow pedestrians( taking my car out in this wee hours would be foolish act).

"Gray! Its your favorite color" came a voice through few pedestrians who soon walked away to reveal a lean and skinny man who sat in a bench under the tree.

I stopped for a while, it was true!. Gray was my favorite color; and is; "Wild guess!" I told myself and as I was about to move, 

"You like Lee cooper for your shoes and waterman as your pen", He spoke again.

"This cannot be a wild guess!" I thought,and I turned my course, I knew I was getting late,but I couldn't take spies on my back.

"Hey you! do you know me? are you spying on me ?" I yelled as I approached him.

"Of course not ! I don't know you, and if at all I was spying on you, why would I tell it to you?"  The man replied with a smile through his black beard.

"Then you must be those money sucking astrologer? Ain't you?"

"No I am not! I speak of past" He replied.

"Oh! so you can tell my past is it ?"

"Yeah! Quite up to the mark!"

"Whats my favorite car?" I asked with my hands on hips.

"Wolkswagon" came the reply, and it did startle me!. I drove Toyota, but I was always fascinated by Wolks.

"Whats my favorite brand for shirt ?"

"Van Heusen", And he was right again, I was getting anxious, this can't be happening.

"Whats my favorite drink?"

"Fermented Apple, warm". Holy crap! He didn't name all favorites though, but this was surely one of it!.

"And the socks?" I asked with a grin.

"100Rs for every fact I tell about you" He replied.

"Thats ridiculous! What makes you think I'll do that?".

"You'll be astonished to know what I know about you! I can give you a discount though, 1000Rs and I'll personally tell everything, and if you aren't happy, ask me and I'll give every penny back you paid, right then".

Weird though, he made sense! 100% money back guarantee was good option.

I pulled out a 1000Rs note from my vallet and handed over to him.

He began with my favorite vallet, to my comfortable watch!, to the color I hate, to the people I like to see, to things that make me laugh, things that makes me mad! My hair style, my leg operation, my bad days at office, my bad days at home, my holidays, my promotion!, my bonus, my wife's birthday! my anniversary!.

He didn't tell everything though, but everything he told was accurate to nanometers. Sure I was impressed. I sighed and said "you are the man!"

"Yeah I am!" he said and smiled.

"How did you do it? videotape me?" I got curious.

"Nah! I ain't that rich! anyways its a secret"

"I'd like to purchase the secret! I won't leave this place without knowing" I insisted.

"I know you can do Mr. It'd be just 5000" he smiled.

"I pulled out 5 notes of 1000 and handed over to him, this time I didn't regret, If he knew anything more about me, sure he'd be my wife. He kept money in pocket and slowly pulled out a big old torn notebook from his bag.

"You see, I am good observer, I believe in attention to detail, I observe people everyday" he said.

"So you just saw me for few days walking by and you knew all these?" I asked again.

"Its not that simple, I observe very few people, who pass by this place everyday, everynow and then, and I write about them everyday, what they were wearing, they were eating, drinking, their mood, body language, facial expression, hair, color. People they talk to, when they laugh, when they get angry, I write on a daily basis. Its from that end of the corner street to that end of the road I get to observer anyone. In simple words, to observe anyone, I get only 10 minutes.

"Is that enough?" I asked.

"Its not, and thats why I watch every single person in my list for exactly 1 year. Precise, and by the end of it, I'd have collected 80% accurate info about them, I don't know about you, but your name in my record is Mr. Black050606, as you wore black suit and I decided to start watching you on 5th June 2006"

"And its 5th June 2007 today, so you decided to tell me about it?"

"Precisely! From now on I won't keep your record! Here! Have your pages" he said and tore almost half of the notebook and gave it to me.

"Why do you do this?" I asked.

"I am a good observer and I can only do this" He replied.

And that night, I was excited to read every minute detail he wrote about me. It took me 4 hours to finish all the pages and in the last page he wrote 'I know you are surprised, you can stop pulling your hair!' I relesed my hair that I kept pulling with my other hand and a giggle emerged from nowhere.

I dialled few numbers on my phone.

"Mr Shaw, there is this interesting man, who'd be hell of use to your anti terrorist squad... yeah... tomorrow then?.. Thank you".

And few months from that day, he is a succesful vigilance keeper in hot shot areas of city, and a well known employee of anti terrorist squad. And occasionally we two sit at that bench and he says "That guy over there in white shirt, likes to drink appy after coffee! I mean how can anyone like to drink appy after coffee?"

"Stop it man!" I say and pat him on his shoulder.

"How did you know my favorite car?" I still had a question.

"Quite simple, rarely you drew car, whenever you did drive your Toyota, you only stared at Wolks that stood around you stuck in traffic" He smiled. I smiled too.

A coffee you can never drink

"How could you do that to me?" said the lady with a sob and a tear in her eyes!

Jack turned to the woman, who sat a few yards away from his coffee table along with a man who was apparently her husband. Jack kept his ears open as the conversation went on.

"I trusted you so much! and you go sleep with that bitch!" cried the woman as tears followed.

"I'm sorry baby, I'm really sorry, I never meant to hurt you, I love you!" said the man.

"Don't say that to me!,If you'd have known what love is, you'd not have done this! I can't take  this, I can't".

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" man started sobbing.

"Enough! It was great being with you till date! I loved you till today; but today; I hate you! I hate you from the depths of my heart!!" She grabbed the purse and ran away with tissues puffed to her eyes.

"Huh! what a couple" said Jack and sipped the coffee and that man across the table continued to sit, and slow cries continued. Jack finished his coffee and went home. The next day Jack was granted a leave from the office as there was an audit planned with higher officers, and Jack decided to go to the safe cafeteria.

The moment he entered the cafeteria, he was surprised to see the same couple at a table.

"Wow! fight didn't last long enough I guess!" said Jack to himself as he occupied a chair few tables across.

"I'm sorry, I can explain! I can explain everything! Just listen to me! listen for a minute!" came the voice of that man. 

"What the hell to listen? I saw you with these damn eyes!, how would you like to see me with someone else on bed? ha?", she was about to cry.

"Sorry honey! please! listen to me!"

"I heard enough, I've seen enough! I'm happpy I came to know what a creature you are! I hate you! I hate you!". She pushed away chair and she wasn't out of sight, there were already cries and sobs audible.

The man sat and looked at the skies as tears ran down his cheeks.

"Coffee sir?" waiter enquired Jack!

"Oh!.. what? what is this ? some kind of deja-vu? they fought for same reason yesterday also right?" replied Jack.

"Oh them? actuallly its a little different story. His wife by chance caught him sleeping with another woman, and as she was running out of apartment crying, she met with an accident. And.. after that accident, she can't sustain any new memories, all that she remembers is, her husband slept with another woman! And thats the last thing she remembers.

And they come here everyday, and her husband tries everyday to convince her, make her happy, and to make her say " I love you" and all that he gets to hear is " I hate you". Bad luck! huh!".

"So coffee?" asked the waiter again.

"No... No... I'm full, No thanks" said Jack and left.

A Letter From Heaven

My fellow Earthmates,

I am Pradeep from Mysore. I died last month, quite precisely, I committed suicide. Ah! How! I jumped from the TV tower and smashed my head to the stone board below. I'm happy that I died after that fall, fortunately I was not there to clean up the mess.

Question people ask is WHY?
Why ?
I lost my wife ?
No! I'm Unmarried. Still :).
I lost my girl friend ?
Yeah! But I was happy to loose her! that's not the reason.
No family ?
I do have, they are good!
I lost my degree? sucked in studies ?
Not at all, I was placed in IBM.
I don't look good ?
No! I think I look quite good.
Cocaine? Heroin ?
Not at all! ( Whats a cigarette ?)
Didn't have money ?
Why would I die for money ?

The reason is, I wanted to die, I wanted to know how does it feel to die ? Is it painful? Is it relieving? and what after death? what happens to that feeling of "ME! MINE!" what happens to my thoughts? And where do i go ? Is heaven really there ? Is hell there? do they serve vodka there ?" Is there something called reincarnation? will I be born again? will I pee in diaper again!

I wanted to know and there I stood on the tower, my arms stretched, with deep breath! I looked around and the world seemed endless and lost in haze. Wind blew through my shirt and I knew that was the moment I was about to discover the secret of death, and probably I will not be there to explain it.

After a long and deep breath, I bent a little and leapt forward, and the calm winds suddenly became ferocious and they ripped through my ears and eyes and I was already falling, waving my hands and legs, and halfway down, there came this minute but very acute and piercing thought! A desire though! A desire to live! to see my mom again, to drink a cup of tea, to watch phoonk and laugh again!, to smell roses and my socks, to taste budding mangoes and rotten fishes!, to climb mountain and slide down the ladder, touch a girl's lips, to kick a dog,
TO LIVE! TO LIVE! Before the tears could escape my eyes I saw my face hitting stone board. I felt no pain!

So.. So What ? Who cleaned the mess ? I don't know!
How does it feel to die ? IT SUCKS!
You can always say ' I wanna die' every time you are freaking feeling lousy, but you can't actually say ' I wanna live' when you are already dying and escape death!
IT SUCKS!

And what after death ? Hell or heaven ? I am right now in heaven, well its beautiful here, everything is neat and tidy, I get everything to eat, everyone is nice to me, I have all kinds of clothes, and no soil here, so I never get dirty, so no need of bath, I never get ill, so I don't take pill. No need to work, no need to walk, to run, get tired and sweat! everything is at my doorstep, no burning sun, no crowded places, no boring lectures.
Sounds good doesn't it ?
TRUST ME! THIS SUCKS TOO!

Whats the fun of cool breeze if you are not tired and sweating? whats the fun of bathing if you never get dirty and smelly at all? whats the fun of eating anything if you never get hungry at all! whats the fun of hot coffee, if you are not burning 100 fever and your nose is not running down the chin? How can you ever feel free if you weren't ever stuck in local trains and didn't see your toes for hours? where the hell is the fun if in heaven you aren't allowed to utter the F-word ? what fun is it if you can't use your middle finger efficiently to appreciate your friends' deed? what fun is it anyway if you can't pick on your best buddy's sister ?

What life is it if you can't laugh your stomach out looking at the face of your friend who just finished a PJ? Its not heaven if you aren't taking your veggy friend and tutoring and forcing him on eating chicken burger? and laugh at him when he is guessing the chicken parts!

Heaven isn't anywhere in the sky my friend! Its beside you! Don't search for the happiness in skies and stars, Its present beside you and you are missing it every moment.
Every senseless smile, laughs and giggles, every little good and bad moments, your tears and teeth, your fears and your feasts, your friends and foes, altogether make island of heaven across the planet!

If you think your life stinks and there is no point in living, and if you feel that you are in ditch, DIG Deeper and penetrate across the earth, a whole new world is waiting for you to come out!.

Yours Faithfully,
Late Pradeep.

A Tiny Conversation

" A man's response to an event do not just reflect his background but his character too!" Charlie was getting irritating.

"I do understand it, but that's a negligible part of what you haven't seen yet, and you and I have to accept that, with time and repeated encounter of an individual with the same event, a reaction or a response in compliance with that event can be mastered right ? It's not always reflex action! During some events you CAN, in fact take the help of your conscious thoughts and let the brain do its job of analyzing all the circumstances and then take a decision which considers common good of mass". Jones stated with a diplomatic voice.

"And what about statistics brother ? Every time our friends have tried to make a living by peaceful and friendly manner, they have been either beaten to death, killed by their breath, flooded by their homes and families and children are killed even before they are born! How fair is that ? can't those who are little more superior and powerful and strong, wilfully make some sacrifice so that millions others can live ? can't they donate a drop of blood ? How much do these people ask for anyways? they don't want luxurious and cozy life! they want to live my friend! and if it involves a little sacrifice from superior with a little pain, I don't think thats too much to ask for!"

"I do accept and support your statement regarding unsafe place! Its death everywhere! You don't know in which corner death is waiting for you, you can't fly, as its polluted and has deadly gases, a trap! you can't walk or run! there's trap too, neither can you swim! there is death too invisibly dissolved seamlessly in the depths of water. But still! how much have we taken our superiors and more powerful for granted ? We demand from them, and when we don't get what we want, we don't even ask from them, what do we do instead ? we disturb their lives, their peace, and we hurt them and snatch from them. Is it less than stealing?"
Jones kept his hand on Charlie's shoulder.

"Do we deserve death for that? Do we? that is what we are my friend! we may be thieves, but they out there are killers! killers they are!" yelled Charlie.

Right then door creaked open and someone walked in and pushed a switch on wall and a red light started glowing.

"Red alert! Red Alert! Charlie! Jones! Its a trap! Its mosquito's repellent! fly! fly!" someone yelled from distance.

Jones looked into Charlie's red eyes! and felt there were no words left with him!
"I told you Jones I told you" stammered Charlie, and both Charlie and Jones flew towards the window.

A Fair Deal

"50 Rs! Nothing more than that!"

Raju said with Paulo Coehl's new 'Eleven Minutes' clutched in his hand, staring at the store keeper.

"Boss! I bring books to make a living, how can I sell it to you at a price that I bought it for ?" 

Questioned back the keeper while his helper boy looked the other way.

"Everything is fair,If this book was original he'd have blindly given 300 Rs, and you know its 

pirated right ? its ok! its a straight deal! First you asked 150 and now you are asking 70! Quite 

flexible you are, no problem, give it for 50!" Arun added, who stood beside Raju.

"Atleast 60 boss" he persisted!

"50 is final" Raju finalized.

"Ok! take it!" came the words with a sigh.

Raju pulled out a note of 50 Rs and gave it to keeper and both Raju and Arun started walking away.

After they covered few hundred yards, shopkeeper turned to his helper and grinned " Idiots man! I bought all these books for just 25 Rs and I still made 100% profit".

And hundred yards away Arun started grinning, "Why do you laugh?" Raju asked!. Arun pulled out one more book from his bag and said " I flicked this when you were arguing.. He He! We cost him 50 more bucks man!"

Heal The World

Though his hands held crutches tight,
with the prosthetic was his leg in constant fight.
Screws and the metal rings tried to poke through his flesh,
Every time he took a step, he felt if his wounds were still fresh.

He inched forward, with sweaty hands, a sigh and a moan,
The road seemed more rough, much longer and grown.
He rested for a while, but he was afraid to close his eyes,
If he did so, all he saw was a shoe dipped in blood red dyes.

Not long ago, when he used to walk really fine,
He had been to market, for a ring for his mother of gold with a shine.
Right then from his right, he was struck with intense pulse of light,
Followed by an explosion, flying metal, torn clothes then entered his sight.

Never-heard cries, never-seen sight, a scent which he never had to smell,
Just then something hit his leg, a blade or may be a peg, with eyes closed to the ground he fell.
Wobbling sounds of ambulance, woke him from his sleep,
He felt pain near his leg, very acute and surely deep.
Opening his eyes, all he saw was, blood filled jean with a shoe half burnt,
Familiar though, it took little time for him to accept that its his leg that lay in front.

He sighed again and tried to take a step, and when he was about to fall,
Someone caught him by his arms, fair and handsome, but not very tall.
"I'd Love to help you" He said raising and marking his face with a smile,
"Thanks a lot" said he and stopped, but his heart continued to thank him to length of nile.

As they crossed the road, they shared equally uninterrupted silence,
To brake the same, the hurt said "Bastards! Muslims ! I lost my leg to their violence!"
The other smiled and said "To heal this world, we need to infect it with love",
"Every human has this answer, and they blindly search it in flying white dove".

The limp lost the balance and landed his crutch on the helper's feet,
Helper didn't cry, neither did he shout, he looked back with a smile so sweet.
"It's fake! I lost mine in last blast, It'll take time for your wound to heal",
"I'll pray in god that he helps you, as I too am aware of that feel".

He turned and started walking away, while azan* began in a mosque not so distant,
He wasn't out of sight, when he took out a topi and wore it on head in an instant.
The azan went on and it mixed with worldly noises,
He walked further and farther and disappeared in different, yet familiar crowd of faces.

*azan : prayer call for muslims

Life of a Second

I stare at my watch and I observe that the hand of seconds’ is hasty and impatient. It never stops where it reaches; it is never satisfied of where it is! Splitting time in equal intervals it acquires and establishes a new territory and position after every minuscule interval.

Every moment of it makes a genuine sound which has become dissolved in environment. You can hear and make out a glass jar falling, a cooker whistling, children playing but you can never make out a second’s hand ticking! Its because its consistent, persistent and its not satisfied of where it is and aspires a new position, destination and status.

And you think its not happy? Of course it is ! For someone to be happy they need not have to live long. They just have to live meaningfully. A second’s hand’s life is long for itself. You better have a closer look.

A second’s hand does stay for a long time where it has reached and it finds a strange peculiar feeling of being there before and before it could realize, it finds its internal energy compelling to march ahead and time to aspire even higher goal.

So it goes ahead, but wherever it goes, it doesn’t forget its origin. Its center of life and it remembers the same every moment of interval. The place it came from, and the one responsible for its journey and it does so throughout its life.

Marching ahead it finds a new destination and to do so the hand had to change its perspective of vision and its angle and also possess courage to sacrifice the present comfort! And it did! So here it is; at a new destination.

It goes and goes, it doesn’t keep count of how many destinations it has been on and how many times it has won! Again and again, again and again it finds peculiar similarity with a particular place, a feeling of may be there was something to be told to the hand from that place.

After a long run, just before second’s hand reaches its new destination, the hand hears a not so unfamiliar big and loud voice.

“Thanks pal! After I saw you doing something 61 times which I always wanted to do; do at least once; and later thought I could never do, I found courage when you could do the same for the 61st time! Now that you’ve heard me after I tried 60 times calling and making you stop, I have the confidence to tell you that I have the confidence to move at least once!”. The minute’s hand spoke.

“It doesn’t make any sense to me! Have I come so long? Were you watching me? Have I met you before?”

“Sense? It doesn’t make any sense to me too. Often I meet a big guy who tells me the same, that I have been doing the thing 61 times which it couldn’t do once! I still don’t understand! I think he has been watching me.” Said minute’s hand.

“Good for you! And thanks a lot for giving my own status! I was always in doubt if I was doing it right? But when I see you deriving inspiration from me, it only means that I am on the right track and I need to forge forward. Thanks friend. See you later”

Saying that, the second’s hand moves ahead to next destination and it just can’t see anything when its traveling, and when it comes to a halt after every interval it can see clearly what’s around it.

And suddenly at one of its destination it hears a strange, firm, voice of patience!

“Hey kid! Remember me? I met you little time back? Every time you pass by me, I shout at you and you just don’t stop! Quite swift you are! How does it feel to run 3605th time? And I met another guy who has run 61 times, and I still stand where I stood last time! Not even a bit have I moved. I don’t understand the purpose of my life!” Spoke the hour’s hand.

“Yeah yeah! I remember seeing you! WOW! I can’t believe it! I thought I would never meet you again in my life! How are you? I still can’t believe! Not moved a bit? why are you kidding ? you are not in the same place where you were last time when you met me.”

“What? Now I think you are kidding. I haven moved at all!”

“No way! Now I know! I always felt a peculiar feeling when I visited the place just before, it was because I had met you there! Every time I felt it! But I just couldn’t make it out. Have I been moving in circles? .. anyways doesn’t matter, what matters more is, my friend, that you have moved! You are not in the same place! Count on my words!” confirmed second’s hand.

“All this time I kept trying and trying to move ahead! If not much, a little! I couldn’t, my numbness never let me do it! But I never gave up trying, and I realize now that my efforts have been added up! Thank you for making me realize my own importance! Thanks a lot!”

And they all march again! Your watch has a story to tell. You’ll never know what you have become. Stop by and meet an old friend! You will quickly know where you stand. Often what you have achieved can only be indicated by others and you act as and indicator to others.

“Success is relative! So is happiness and sorrow” .. and it all depends on the reference you take ;).

Phoenix Uploaded ( The new myebiz website )

As my usual practice last week I logged on to my own website to have a glimpse of what I had built and then I get the error message PAGE CANNOT BE DISPLAYED!, within minutes I found out that servers were out for maintainance. Since then it has been a struggle to find subordinate server and webspace, sufficient to host 10mb website of mine, which can help thousand more. With a little search and pluck and old files hunt from my own computer, I could gather reminiscences of my websites, I have put the pieces back together and brought you back the myebiz website and here it is..

New myebiz

Until the redirection of http://www.myebiz.co.cc/ happens to the same website, make sure that you get a click or two on this link. Any kind of information regarding package and courses, do go through various sections in the site and download all the relevant PDFs and concerning documents. Doubts if any please mail me at sameer@myebiz.co.cc or sam2san@gmail.com. And please do not fall back if you have anything to be uploaded on myebiz website. I will surely go through the article given by you and I will make sure that it appears on site.

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Placard of Placement

In the season of job recruitments, I think its wise for placement cell of our college, to take their sign board shouting "Placements" off. The reason to be stated is quite simple. For the last month placement cell of our college has been the hottest and busiest place in the campus. And a big bunch of students always green near the cell can easily make out a P for placements with their hands and legs stretched!.

The funniest thing I noticed about placements is, the guy who is supposed to be the cream of the placements procedure is pushed down the stack!. ( I am not talkin about myself (neither am I saying that I am very much intelligent! ( may be a little I am))). And every morning the procedure for placements is simple. Wake up, head down for break fast as always the mess is closed, and try justifying quality of idlis and versus the amount we pay for it. And head back to placement cell with an orange belt.. sorry tag with an ID card hanging around your neck. And wait till _time+2 hrs where _time is the time mentioned in the placement notice board.

And just before you are frustrated and are about to leave the cell cursing the placement, they appear suddenly from thin air!. Everytime the vehicle is same ( INNOVA) and only the colour keeps changing ( company has found an efficient transportation media to stuff their workers in :) ). Now that they have already made you wait for 1 1/2 hour, 1 more hour doesn't matter to them. The crowd then blind steps towards the auditorium. Every one knows where they sat last time and they take their respective positions ( this has become a routine).

Then follows the lame, volume less, energy less, hardly humorous, little understandable, unheard presentation by HRs of most of the teams. They try their level best to portrait how big their pond is and how many fishes dwell in it. At the end of presentation only thing that matters to everyone is HOW much space do they get in that pond. Most of the people are just bothered of getting placed. SOMEHOW, SOMEWHERE!. Sad to say I too became one ( convincing family can be little tricky ).

And the mob diverts towards the PS block and everyone is on run to get the last seat in the drawing hall( even though everyone knows that they can't copy and will not). Once seated you can't help your mind wonder what will be thrown at you that day. Then comes the question paper and irony is as follows. The distributor keeps the question paper in front of you and shouts " Please don't look at question paper" I mean, are they testing our loyalty or what ?.

And when you do open the question paper, in the name of aptitude, they ask you to calculate logarithm of shuffled variables, re-invent the algeabric maths, and count number of numbers divisible both by 2,3 and not 5! Not just that, some completely insane and useless questions are put forth to test your level of craziness ( there were of course few questions which made a lot of sense). As if this job wasn't already in mud, they (Mys**t trac) start outsourcing aptitude? same old questions repeated over time and again. I got them all printed in my mind after I wrote it thrice!. Somehow, you are tested on the basis of how much you can remember of what you have read in last two weeks. They don't give a damn to that stud who has created wonders and done a marvellous project in Perl and has scored 60 in engg. The fact is they just don't let you in and they never get to see that you are really that brilliant!.

After Chirr Pirr Huhhs and Shhizzz somehow I got into HP. And everytime I think about what I went through by the time I reached there, Every moment they tested and scaled me, I just felt more and more great about eBIZ. When I joined it, it never asked me my IQ, MQ, Soft skills, But today whatever I have become, well undoubtably and undeniably has been a gift of the same, otherwise for sure I wouldn't have made through the technical interview where only 2 tech questions were asked and the rest was all WHATS EBIZ?? explanation. It would take me another post to contrast my views on placements v/s ebiz.

Cementing the website

Its been more than a week that I am completely engulfed in the development of my website www.myebiz.co.cc , I never got to know the complexity of the web development until lately I took this task seriously. By complex I don't mean the complexity of building process, its more of the complexity of WHAT TO WRITE?. A great website doesn't become great just with few pictures and animations and eye candy elements, It rather becomes great because of the content and the updated elements and its frequency. Visitors rather have attitude of WHATS THERE IN IT FOR ME? and thus I was forced to keep in mind that at one look visitor must be forced to have another look :)

Main intention of my website was not just gettin recognized, but also very importantly demonstrate the usage of the SO many packages which we get out of eBIZ package, lately we have done nothing but complain of failed invitations, un-appeared guests, no-nodding follow ups and de-motivated lips-on-nose faced associates.

I still try to decode the mistery of how were we able to promote this mission in 2006 to more than 5 atleast a week even though the number of course were 18 and we only got 1 cd. If you think the so said SATURATION has come, I would say eBIZ has just begun! We only keep saying we have a great package at our disposal, wonderful secure server hosting our precious website which is very important these days, and I am sure the associate saying this will himself not have had his website, even though it takes less than 10 mins to build one. Jeffery Gitomer says, first rule of Network Marketing is the usage of products that we sell to others.

We should not just KNOW what we are selling but we should infact feel them, we need to go a step deeper, when we said to someone LORD OF THE RINGS IS AWESOME MAN!!!, we just dint watch it throughout with few nods and naps, we were on the edge of our seat and shouting at every stone throw and sword blow. THAT is what is required today, we are left with but no choice to sit and analyze to what extent have we used something which we are asking others to use??

So I thought of making a website using only those tools, of whose courses have been included in eBIZ package, this website shouldn just show what we can do out of what we have got, it rather should motivate each and every assoicate to feel right when they say WE HAVE GREAT OPPORTUNITY, JOIN US. I will soon add an article about how I built the site.

Agar Firdaus bar me Zaminast Haminasto haminnasto haminasto
(If there is heaven anywhere on earth, it is here, it is here, it is here).

Everyone knows that this was said by persian poet centuries back! But I think we should start applying to our own life. Its not just Kashmir which he meant was beautiful, Its the whole world in which we are wrapped is nothing less than but beautiful. How many times haven't you passed by a small pink colored fresh rose bud stuck kept warm among lush green sepals with few dew drops on it, and you don't even say how beautiful it looks !.


Ask the beggar and ask Bill gates, they both have equal number of problems. But the only difference between both two is the only fact of how they treated their problems. How many times haven't we been through situations and circumstances where we felt it was the end of our life, and in next few days we are back normal. When life become hard we need to bite every minute in pieces and live on, and soon we discover the hardest part is gone !.

Life is all how we look at it. There are problems and there are solutions, and life is all about finding a perfect match for a problem from the set of solutions and let them live happily. And I believe this job should rather be fun than disappointment. Remember the saying dawn after dusk ?

So its simple, when you feel low and out-of-world, just keep your calm and think of all good times, take a bare feet walk on water studded grass, smell some flowers and close your eyes to the shining sun, and never forget that you have been gifted with few gifts which no one can snatch from you, and all that has left you is on its way back with packed surprises :)