You must have read 7 habits of highly incompetent people by Eric Allen Bell sometimes by now (original author Michael Lee of the highly acclaimed How To Be An Expert Persuader… In 20 Days or Less.) Inspired by this work, I have added 3 more points* to this 7 listed work. This article is NOT intended to be offensive, however. An effective person would address them directly not passive aggressively. If after addressing these people directly, you still aren’t satisfied with these people, move on, you will be doing them and yourself a favor. You can’t control or change other people. You can control and change yourself (as commented by by May). Hope this article gives you way out to be highly competent and of good habits. Continue reading
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 life in her life and she had no time for love. All her time was devoted to work and nothing more. Continue reading
Realities are bitter as usual. This is with too much of frustration and a big NO NO to WRC, I am finally writing off the web- no matter what the consequences be. WRC will always be the one praised by bunkers and fake students as glued to for years by now. (Do not read below, if you can’t take truth into you.)
Just to list out 99 traits that been hunting, poisoning and occupying for ever and ever… don’t get the fantasies over, don’t even think about each twice, it’s a dynamic shade:
- apathy unlimited, broken beak, lost mentality, Obama dreams, baby care, transparent tea, bygone days, lost career, desirous marvels, unsuccessful domains, blue bluehost, talked thinkings, corrupticians, penniless gourmet, skyrocketing themes, charmed wordpress, the same blogger, falsified friendliness, wordless posts, blocked pages,
- meaningless analysis, inaccessible bandwidth, uncontrollable frustrations, unscheduled to-do lists, facebook fantasies, the same old sonata, thought about live, dead google, humdrum affairs, whatever netizens, flawless encounters, barbarian rule, magnitude scaling, political instability, silver lining kudos, buffering shadows, childhood cowboy times, poisoning hearts, unfaithful relations, namesake constitution, vampire politicians, lightening hearts, mistaken red roses,
- lost faith, ignorant bliss, chilly momo, sweet love, loadshedding, chicken lover, unwanted back hearings, traits for traits, unscheduled timings, net lover death, craps of Pokhara, suffocating nationality, go as it comes seniors, narrow mindedness, baleful unlucky, born in wrong time, supportless support, loved nightmares, unlimited fantasies,
- welcomed migraine, networkless signals, running noses, charge coupled devices, he and she, they and me, blissfully happy gals, dumb Himalayas, shadowy fewa, hills of wastages, afraiding beri beri, workless people, punctured tires, broken glasses, happy-go hands, unshredded kisses, tones of falsified axioms, worthless scrabbling, sucked orange pills, biased educators, shameless businesses, petrol queuing, water-richen shortage, mouthed leaders, confused citizens,
- earned bucks, feared career, indecisive phrenal cortex, virulent eyes, thoughts for bots, revitalization, unhealed wounds, penalized rewards, khusi for life, never obtained marks, careless beauty, to be stable drain
Need for omitting anything that describes development—coz haven’t seen what it’s like or what is development- never used to happen in our lands, in Nepal.
Its an intention. Its a personal blog. And again a personal wish. I would like to pronounce my best wishes for all my friends, blog addicts, wanna show-buzzers, lunatic, frantic and everyone out there on this New Year 2009 and the holiday. Christmas is over, pushe pandhram is just off. And Happie New Year will roll out in hours.
Colors of joy- blue. It’s blue and blue everywhere. Charm is just on. Another new year is here. Resolutions are made with no exceptions like before. Shorter are the sentences like pathetic feelings towards the ammine sense of how Nepalese life is possible. MBPS speeds, quality control mechanism, law enforcement, hectic dailies and a lot but the netas. This is a Nepali feeling, waits but never stops, for nothing, for virtually no possible future.
Let’s come to the topic- the only difference between Happie New Year 2009 and 2066. Apart from being on a personal words- Happy is just for Happy people and the Happy moment. should we be Happie with Happie words. 2066 will surely be atleast on some new propoganda rather than on this 2065. I am pointing toward the future of the World’s most poorest country- Nepal. Nothing could be heard of the new year bikram sambat 2065. We are the trend setters, 2009 dominates the world of recession. Will it be safe to save our netas that only the global recession is responsible for 12-hours-a-day loadshedding in the country of the world’s richest water resource country.
Presuming the new year wishes will boon me out, could it be safe to right turn on writing something like NAYA BARSHA 2009 KO HARDIK SUBHAKAMANA. Whatever be the crossroads for, a Nepali like me is obviously on the century-back puzzle. There is no solution.
Express you opinion of the following considering your best moments in life. Most options, if not all the options must be your points. ‘True friends come in the good times when we tell them to, and come in the bad times…..without calling.’
1. Falling in love.
2. Laughing till your stomach hurts.
3. Enjoying a ride down the country side.
4. Listening to your favorite song on the radio.
5. Going to sleep listening to the rain pouring outside.
6. Getting out of the shower and wrapping yourself with a warm, fuzzy towel.
7. Passing your final exams with good grades.
8. Being part of an interesting conversation.
9. Finding some money in some old pants.
10. Laughing at yourself.
11. Sharing a wonderful dinner with all your friends.
12. Laughing without a reason.
13. ‘Accidentally‘ hearing someone say something good about you.
14. Watching the sunset.
15. Listening to a song that reminds you of an important person in your life.
16. Receiving or giving your first kiss.
17. Feeling this movement in your body when seeing this ‘special’ someone.
18. Having a great time with your friends.
19. Seeing the one you love happy.
20. Wearing the shirt of a person you love and smelling his/her perfume.
21. Visiting an old friend of yours and remembering great memories.
22. Hearing some telling you ‘I LOVE YOU’
‘True friends come in the good times when we tell them to, and come in the bad times…..without calling.’ This blog post can be the best option to mail to your close friends and family.
Share with your friends now or read awesome quotes on Love, friendship and life from Chetan Bhagat’s Revolution 2020.
WHEN LIFE FALLS APART!
Are you in a state when everything seems to be falling apart in your life? You don’t like anybody in your class. The moment you and your brother meet, you fight most gracefully. You look in the mirror and realize that your nose is too long. And you are getting acne of all sizes in your face. In short, unpleasant things are happening and you just cannot cope.
Well, meet someone who is literally, physically falling apart and still coping wonderfully surviving against the toughest situation. Meet BP Crow who lives in a bush tree opposite my building. BP Crow is not blood pressure, but bits and pieces. Here is a crow that seems bits and pieces and assembled all wrong. Some of bits and pieces keep falling off, yet BP Crow survives and seems happy about it.
To begin with BP Crow, he has lost all the toes and claws of one leg on an electric transformer a year ago. Next he lost the stump of a leg. That is why he sits on his belly all the time. When he tries standing, he falls down and to return his balance, he has to push his beak on the ground and liver himself up. His head doesn’t have that neat, back-combed – look all crows have – he has few feathers stuck out all directions as if someone had crudely glued them on him.
And then there was the day he got entangled in the wire netting and he lost most of his tails. As his one leg couldn’t lift his heavy body fast enough, his eyes took the sharp blow from the cat’s sharp claws.
Now we come to the beak. Till last week, he had a beak, which should have been on a Vulture. The upper half stuck out a few centimeters longer and was viciously curved at the tip. Of course, such a beak is a great asset in fights but eating is tough, for he had to cock his head sideways to get food into his mouth and he could not hold on to harder food like ROTIS to break them up, for how could he balance himself if his only leg was used for that?
And then, last week, BP Crow vanished. I went down with a basket to see if he was lying down wounded somewhere. But there was no sign of him and assumed that the inevitable had happed. After all, it is amazing, that in the highly competitive world of crows, with all his disabilities, with none to protect him, he had somehow survived this long. He undoubtedly had courage, which many of we human don’t have.
And one morning, he suddenly reappeared. And he no longer looked a crow. I had thought it was impossible for BP Crow to become more battered and moth eaten than he already was. But he had managed to become worse! That tough vulture beak had somehow broken halfway up and now he had a longer lower beak and a half-upper beak. He came flapping in a lopsided way, at the milk soaked bread. I hurriedly kept for him on the window ledge and fell head long into the food. He angrily protested when I tried to help him out. But he now ate digging his lower beak into the food and tilting his head backward to let it all go in. all the feathers on his back were gone. And one wing was clearly broken. It sat on him folded like a rag. But clearly the spirit wasn’t broken. His one eye shone like a star.
So, inspired was I by BP Crow’s surviving skills that I went back to the mirror to replace my gloomy sad face with a determinedly smiling one. I then looked at BP Crow again out of the window and this time my smile became a laugh of admiration. Do you know why?
Because in that broken beak, BP Crow was now holding a twig tightly. He was building a nest.
Even though life seems to be falling apart, there’s something you ought to look for. This life inspiring story was published in Simrik and authored by Manoj Kumar Thakur, Universal College of Medical Sciences, UCMS, Nepal.
October 13 and Aswin 27 barely matched this time for the space of a slight 12 GMT overnight. I got to know that another year passed too and yet, a lot I have to do.
Finally, exactly after the 365 days of my blogging with :: Share World Blog of Ekendra ::, I have decided to re-birth this share blog entitled “..everything that I latch on”. The display is the same but he theme gets changed so that I could post about anything, yes this is what I meant by real blogging, blogging for spirit.