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I’ve started this new ‘thing’ called “5mr”. It gives you a inspirational or philosophical point of view. I found these text on the internet and i want you guys to read it too. I’ll try and post it every week, preferably every Sunday. Hope you guys like what you read and implement these things in your life too.
What makes a day good or bad? Do you let events outside of your control define these labels? Or are YOU in control of your happiness?
Time and time again, on Facebook, twitter, in conversations, there is always someone that is having a bad day. Is it you? Well, if you are having a bad day, why? You locked your keys in your car? Slipped on the ice? People treated you badly? Woke up late? Stubbed your toe? Cussed out by your boss? Got a speeding ticket? Just feel like shit? Whatever the reason, no matter how small or large, you must learn to take responsibility and realize that it is YOU that is deciding to label the day bad. Yes, many things can and will happen that are outside of your control. These may not align with your definition of a “good day”. There will be many events that occur that you oppose. This is normal, this is life. However, whether you know it or not, you are in complete control of how you respond to these situations.
Let’s say you lock your keys in your car when you’re already late for work. The event already happened, the keys are stuck and you’re late. Yes, this does suck. Yes, it is easy to be frustrated over this situation. There is nothing you can do to change the fact that you locked your keys in your car and you’re late. Time does not go backwards. Trying to fight something that can not be changed is simply insane. If this were to happen to you, would you get angry? Would you be frustrated? Would this be a start to a bad day? If so, consider this – How you feel, at any moment, is completely your responsibility. Frustration and anger are not caused from the event, they are caused from your reaction to the event.
“But things just keep going wrong today!” Then why make it worse by labeling the day as bad? A day is nothing more than a day. You have to eventually realize that the day or experience is only bad because you are deciding that it is bad. I find it interesting that when pointing this out to anyone who is having a “bad day” how often it is completely rejected. “It’s not my fault I’m angry!” Yes it is. “It’s not my fault I’m frustrated!” Yes it is. Denying this is completely irresponsible.
Note that you’re not taking responsibility for the event. It may not be your fault that so-and-so said such-and-such, or that someone stole your phone, but if you’re upset over the episode, it’s all on you. It’s completely insane and unconscious to claim that you can not change your reaction to a situation. Are you a mindless drone? Take some conscious action and stop acting helpless.
It may feel like it is beyond your control. It may be so ingrained in your mind that when x happens you need to react with y. Perhaps x = someone yelling at you and y = crying. The reaction could be unconscious, but you need to learn to shift this to your conscious mind. You don’t always have to follow x with y. You are a conscious self aware being after all, right?
I’m definitely not suggesting never feeling sad, upset, frustrated, or angry. I’m pretty sure I would sound crazy if that were the case. But the first step is to understand that you are reacting. Just become aware of it. Notice how it feels. The next time you feel your body switching into anger mode, shift into the present moment. Don’t just count to 10. Feel how you feel. Notice the reaction. Once the awareness of your reaction becomes more apparent, it’s then time to shift from reaction to response. Yes, you can consciously respond to any situation in any way you choose rather than unconsciously reacting. Flail your arms in the air right now. Who did that? You did. In the same way, you can choose to respond to anything however you wish.
Of course, physical pain is completely different. If someone punches you in the face it’s not your fault you feel pain. You’re hurt because of the fist, not because you’re choosing to be hurt. If you catch the flu and are puking your guts out, you can’t just choose to feel healthy. But even in a situation like this, you can choose to not whine, complain and act helpless. You can still be happy even when you don’t feel like it. There is still a response you can give to something like this.
Hoping for a good day tomorrow goes against all logic. Why hope for a good day? Why not just decide to have a good day? And why tomorrow, why not now? Tomorrow never even really exists, you never live in tomorrow, you always live in today, in the now. So, instead of wishing a good or bad day, from now on I’m just going to wish for a day. You either have a day or you don’t and I’d prefer to have one.
So, with that being said, I hope you all have a day today.
Academy award winner Robin Williams was found lifeless in his apartment on 11th of august. The media reported that he was suffering from depression. On 12th of august it was announced that he cut his left hand wrists and he died due to asphyxiation because of hanging. Robin Williams was a comedy legend and also starred in amazing films like Dead poets Society, Jumanji, Good Will Hunting.
10 days ago I watched Williams The weapons of mass destruction standup and his standup was terribly funny. If he would’ve died normally, the world would’ve been sad but he passed away, unfortunately, because of depression. Williams’ death should be a wakeup call to everyone. You don’t have to seem sad to be depressed. Depression and all mental illness are very serious. People learn how to cope with it but that doesn’t mean they’re okay. This is a time to reach out to people you know that suffer from depression or mental illnesses and tell them that no matter what you’re here for them whenever they need support.
It’s sad that one of the funniest people in the world had to die for people to realize that depression is an actual illness.
“There were a lot of comments on Twitter about how much Robin Williams was loved and what a shame that he didn’t know it. I didn’t know Robin Williams, but I bet he did know that he was loved. I know that I am loved. Maybe not on a Robin Williams scale, but I have friends and family who would do anything for me, and I absolutely know this. But there comes a point where love does not matter. When things are bad, I don’t care that people love me. All I can see is that I’m a burden, that everything I have ever done is wrong, and that these good people who love me are wrong as well. At my lowest, love cannot save me. Hope, prayers, daily affirmations—none of these can save me. Therapy and medicine are what matter, and those don’t always work either.” –Molly Pohlig
Here’s a series of tweets by a twitter user telling the world to treat depression as an illness.
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Anamika was a smart, intelligent girl. She had graduated from a top-engineering college last year and had joined a very reputed MNC. She had made her parents proud. Real proud!
Anamika’s parents had lived all their days in frugality saving for her education and now their daughter was drawing a five digit salary. They had to be proud. Anamika, too, was on the top of the world making sure her parents now had access to all the comforts her money could buy. New TV, refrigerator, washing machine, food processor, a high-end smartphone for herself. She had got them everything.
Then suddenly one day Anamika came home like she had fell in a hell hole. Her parents asked her what had happened. She said she didn’t knew. She was walking on her way back home and had fell in some uncovered manhole on the road. Her parents were worried but they forgot about it as an accident.
However few days later the same thing happened again. She had the same reply – She didn’t knew how she fell into it. Now things started getting a ‘Lil more weird. Anamika would be falling while walking in the office alleyways, at times on her office floor. Sometimes she would just go bump into people or walls or lift doors. Her parents got real worried. They asked her to take leave from the office for few days and take rest at home. She did. But things didn’t change. She would fall while visiting the bathroom from the bedroom, at times stumble and fall while visiting the kitchen. Once she even bumped into the refrigerator.
Her dad took her to a hospital. There were several tests done but nothing came out. The doctors were confused themselves. They hadn’t seen something this strange in years of their medical careers. Unable to help they asked her parents to take her home and just take good care of her. And they did!
Then one day Raj came over to visit her at her home. Raj was a childhood friend and a family acquaintance. Raj was a medical student completing his final years of college. Anamika’s father told Raj about her condition and how worried he was about her. Raj asked him since when had all this started. He explained him all about the new job at the MNC, the money, the joy it brought, the home appliances, the smartphone etc.etc.
Raj immediately told him – Uncle, I think I know what she’s suffering from. It’s called “Compulsive Depressive Whatsapp Syndrome” Just deactivate the Whatsapp on her phone and she’ll be normal again. No more falling on stairs, roads, office desks, bumping into walls or people. This – my friend – is how Raj saved Anamika’s life.
Moral : Don’t keep looking into your smartphone while walking.
So, do you have Compulsive Depressive Whatsapp Syndrome? (C.D.W.S.)
Post originally taken from The Frustrated Indian of Facebook.
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I’m writing this in the middle of the night on my phone. I am tired and i can’t sleep. So, i am gonna give you an advice which comes to you FREE! FREE! FREE! I’ve got some great things lined up for myself and my followers in the next year. I know you do too! I can’t wait to hear your new years resolutions on Facebook.
Do what you love. Keep your brain sharp and read this:
There will always be setbacks. You will make mistakes. Others will also do the same. You are not born on this earth to entertain anyone. You can’t please everyone! There will be some people who will try to keep you on their level when they see you trying to rise ahead. Stay true to what you are and why you’re doing it. That’s what makes you a true person. Find compelling reasons to continue when the going gets tough.
Do what you love because you love it, not to please other people! Dream it. Believe it. Achieve it.
Welcome! This is 2014.
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Sardar Bhagat Singh comes of a well-known Sikh family from the district of Lyallpur. His ancestors were Khalsa Sardars who, under Maharaja Ranjit Singh, helped in the spread of the Sikh Kingdom against the turbulent Pathans on the west and the dangerous English on the east. For helping the Sikh rulers with life and blood, this family was rewarded with considerable land.
Bhagat Singh’s grandfather, Sardar Arjun Singh was a big landlord. Though more than 80 years old, he is still strong and used to take keen interest in the proceedings of the Lahore Conspiracy Case. He is full of nationalist spirit. His brother’s son (son of Surjan Singh), Sardar Bahadur Dilbagh Singh and others, through their services to the Government, have grown rich and are now prosperous and men of rank and title. But Sardar Arjun Singh chose another path which inevitably leads to poverty and obscurity. The grandmother of Sardar Bhagat Singh, Smt. Jaikaur, is a typical old woman of Hindu family. It is she who has brought up all her sons and grandsons. She is a very brave lady; still she talks of Sufi Amba Prasad, one of the pioneer nationalists of India, who used to visit them. Once the police came to arrest Sufi Sahib, while he was in the house of Sardar Arjun Singh. But the brave lady saved him by a clever trick.
Sardar Arjun Singh had three sons, Sardar Kishen Singh, Sardar Ajit Singh and Sardar Swaran Singh. All the three brothers are known throughout the Punjab for their sincere love of country. Their patriotism has stood the severest test of imprisonment, banishment and poverty.
It was Sardar Ajit Singh who is reputed to have drawn Lala Lajpat Rai to the field of political service for the motherland. Though quite rich, Sardar Ajit Singh forsook the comforts of a home-life and began to organize the Punjab for political emancipation. At this time, i.e., about 1904 and 1905, the partition of Bengal came as Godsend. The violent and continued agitation in Bengal over this act of Lord Curzon had reverberations in the distant Punjab where Lala Lajpat Rai, Sardar Ajit Singh and Sufi Amba Prasad (a great friend of Ajit Singh) began to rouse up the country by eloquent speeches. In this agitation Sardar Kishen Singh, the eldest of the brothers and father of Sardar Bhagat Singh, and Swaran Singh the youngest, took a legitimate share. Though Sardar Kishen Singh did not figure brilliantly on the platform, his services to the cause of the regeneration of the country were more solid. Both the father and the uncles of Bhagat Singh, with the willing consent of the grandfather, contributed generously to the national fund.
The year 1907 saw for the first time in the history of modern India the application of the arbitrary Regulation III of 1818, which has since then rendered so much service to the British Government in India. Both Bengal and Punjab were the scenes of the application of this drastic measure, and Sardar Ajit Singh and Lala Lajpat Rai were recipients of this honor. After suffering imprisonment without trial for about a year in the distant and unhealthy Burma, Sardar Ajit Singh came back to Punjab. It was about the same time that Bhagat Singh’s father and uncle, Sardars Kishen Singh and Swaran Singh, were arrested and imprisoned for seditious speeches, and were thus the pioneers in the line. The uncle, Swaran Singh, who was then hardly 28, soon died in the Jail (1910). And this was the propitious time when Sardar Bhagat Singh, the second son of the family, was born, on a Saturday, 28th September, 1907, in the early hours of the morning. Was it a mere coincidence or the hand of God!
Of his boyhood not much is known except that he loved the field much better than the class room. He, with his eldest brother, Jagat Singh, joined the Primary School at Banga, district Lyallpur, which was his birth place.
Jagat Singh died at the age of 11 years, a loss which was keenly felt by the boy Bhagat Singh. After this Sardar Kishen Singh shifted to Nawankot near Lahore where he had some land. Bhagat Singh had now to be admitted to some High School. Though it was customary for the Sikhs to join the Khalsa High School, Sardar Kishen Singh had no liking for the School owing to the loyalist tendencies of its authorities. So Bhagat Singh joined the D. A. V. School, Lahore. Although the incident is so simple yet it is significant that though a pious Sikh, Bhagat Singh’s father withdrew his son from a Sikh institution and preferred an Arya Samajist School. From this School, he passed the Matriculation Examination and joined the National College which is now in the building of the Bradlaugh Hall. When he was in the 9th class he went to attend the Cawnpore Congress. (Actually his father took him to Balgaum Congress held in 1924, presided by M K Gandhi) While in the College he was very intimate with Sukhdeo and Yashpal. (when hardly 12 year old he went to Amritsar following Jallianwala Bagh killings by General Dyer and brought blood socked soil)
When not yet fourteen, Bhagat Singh’s enthusiasm for the service of country brought him into touch with some revolutionary organization in the Punjab. After the failure of the non-cooperation movement in 1921, many impatient young men sought to resort to other methods than those advocated by M K Gandhi for the realization of their ideal. In the Punjab a sect had arose, known as Babbar Akalis. They advocated the use of violent methods for the emancipation of the country. Though they resorted to means which may not be approved by many, the Babbar Akalis contained among them some truly noble characters. Moreover, the heroic sacrifices of the Sikhs in the Lahore Conspiracy Cases of 1914 and 1915 had great influence on the imaginative youths of the period. That they had very great effect on the emotional nature of Sardar Bhagat Singh is very well proved from the later writings of his. It should also be remembered that Bhagat’s father, Sardar Kishen Singh also, was actively helping the revolutionary organizations of 1914-15. In the book, “India as I knew It” by Sir Michael O’Dwyer, there are definite references to it, so much so that it is definitely stated that Sardar Kishen Singh advanced thousands of rupees to the revolutionary leaders. It is for these alleged crimes that Sardar Kishen Singh was interned under the Defense of India Act. Like father, like son, and it is no wonder that young Bhagat Singh drifted towards the violent revolutionary path of the Babbar Akalis.
As usually happens with secret organizations, the police got clue of the activities of this party and most of its members were arrested. It was partly to avoid police scrutiny, partly to find out a new field of activity that Bhagat Singh left the Punjab and went to reside at Cawnpore. Here he came into touch with Shri Ganesh Shanker Vidyarthi, and the two formed a life-long friendship. This was a turning point in his life, as since then he became part and parcel of a well-organized revolutionary party in India. Henceforth his life was part of a story of the revolutionary movement in India, and it now behooves us to give some account of this revolutionary organization to which Bhagat Singh dedicated his heart and soul.
Indian men may have gone from wearing dhotis to jeans, but their attitudes towards women are still as primitive. I still hear from my friends after the Delhi rape case and the Mumbai rape case and Asaram case. Now, i have a friend whose name i am not going to mention but According to him, the rapists and Asaram should be left nude in front of all the world with his hands and tongue cut. And every citizen should get a right to beat any where on his body with anything. Moreover his genitals should be chemically castrated. I’m sure everyone who has a sister or a family member who is a female thinks the same thing. Well aren’t you just a little beacon of hope for humanity?
The purpose of punishment is to fulfill the need of retribution to give a sense of closure to the victims, to deter others from committing similar crimes and to remove the criminal from society for a sufficient period of time so that he joins the society back as a different reformed person.
since you are the not victim of this alleged criminal, you have no locus standii to determine his punishment quantum from the retribution perspective….so I assume you are looking at it from the deterrence angle since you are not looking to reform the man in any case.
I do not know what is the right quantum of punishment to deter potential criminals…but people in power have been universally known to take advantage of those they have power over….more research may be required to reach any conclusions of any kind.
Honestly, just because someone does something wrong even horribly wrong it doesn’t mean you go down to his level and torture him. Let him suffer in prison! Or give him a death sentence. But to cut out his Genitals and his tongue plus being beaten. That’s horrible and you should look at your morals.
As much as you and me and the citizens of the country wanted to punish those who are guilty of the crime, crushing their genitals with chemicals and cutting their penises will not solve the problem. If you do this, You’ll have to answer a very big question, would I be any different from them?
Certain jobs require distinct personality. There is little point in pursuing a job in communications if you are not an extroverted person who loves to interact with people. If your soul is bursting with passionate creativity, you are not likely to be content with a job in sales accounting.
Personalities is like shoe sizes. They are not subject to our choice or preference, but they can be occasionally fudged-with uncomfortable consequences.
It is neither an accomplishment nor a fault to acknowledge that some people can speak before large audiences and be exhilarated by the experience while others would be petrified. Some people can study an equation for years and still be fascinated by it, and others would long for human interaction and variety.
Realize who you are-what your true personality is-and choose a future that fits it.
Hardly a day goes by without at least one of his clients refusing to work with him. In fact, sometimes they spit up on him. But photographer Jean Deer loves his job.
He has taken hundreds of children’s portraits, and he is well acquainted with all the tricks of the trade to make a baby smile. Jean’s an expert in every funny face and noise imaginable.
“When it’s over-the parents-me, everyone is exhausted, but that’s usually a good sign.” Jean found that getting babies to flash their smiles wasn’t the only way to get a great picture and that a grumpy baby was just another source of inspiration. “I was taking a photo of this infant once who literally wanted nothing to do with me. He would not look up, just stared at the floor.” Jean got down on the floor with him took the picture from a perspective he’d never used before and wound up with one of the best pictures he’d ever taken.
The job requires two major traits, jean believes, “Not everyone can just hang out a shingle and call himself a photographer. It’s a matter of being patient and energetic and then capturing at the right moment.
“Even as people experience different phases of their lives, including career and family changes, their underlying personality remains constant after about age sixteen.”
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Every 14 days, a language dies. But there’s a way to keep indigenous and minority languages alive: bring communities of speakers together.
A computer scientist and mathematics professor at St. Louis University, Kevin Scannell has been tracking the loss of languages. When we think about the severity of the situation, Kevin has to say this:
More than 1000 languages are listed as “severely” or “critically” endangered which means that only people in the grandparents’ generation or older still speak the language—without serious revitalization efforts, we expect these to die out with that oldest generation, in the very short term.
To help revitalize such indigenous tongues as Tamasheq, Dzhudezmo, and Anishinaabemowin, Kevin created Indigenous Tweets. The program scans Twitter for three-character sequences called “3-grams” that serve as a kind of fingerprint for statistical identification. The results are grouped by language and by Tweeter. So far, the program has uncovered more than 250 languages on Twitter, of which 139 could be considered minority or indigenous. The discoveries reflect real people speaking these languages today, not just translations of texts stored online.
Through Indigenous Tweets, those who speak minority languages can find accounts to follow — and potential conversation partners.
*In 2011 Kevin was on sabbatical at Twitter working in search relevance. He has since returned to teaching full time.
Donate to help save endangered languages at National Geographic.
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Work hard and you shall reap the rewards. Sounds so simple right?
Remember school? I do. I remember what it was like studying for a test. Some kids studied forever and did poorly. Some studied hardly at all and got good grades.
You can put in incredible effort and gain nothing. Or you can spend your modest efforts and shall be rewarded. The purpose of what you do is to make progress, not just to expend yourself. In the 1990s there was a family who owned a bakery and had a very loyal customer base which operated profitably.
But then, the owners decided to expand. They decided to sell sandwich and other goods and to add new locations for both retail and wholesale sales.
The bakery’s owners had never worked harder in their lives than they did after the expansion. And in return for all their hard work, they got less money and a threat of bankruptcy because they could not keep up with the debts incurred in the expansion.
Henry Miller, a retired business executive, provided capital to keep the company in business and then ultimately bought the entire operation. He looked at things as an objective observer and found that the bakery was doomed by inefficiencies. “They have too many products. 90% of sales come from 10% of the products. They were losing their aprons making low-volume items.”
Miller says when he took over the company, he knew: “These people couldn’t possibly have worked any harder, but they could’ve worked smarter.”
Effort is the single most overrated trait in producing success. People rank it as the best predictor of success when in reality it is one of the least significant factors. Effort, by itself, is a terrible predictor of outcomes because inefficient effort is a tremendous source of discouragement, leaving people to conclude that they can never succeed since even expending maximum effort has not produced results.
Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! I’m going to the blogger land.
Oh it’s true, It’s damn true!
When i first started blogging back in December 2011, i was praised a lot by my fellow friends and family who enjoyed reading my blog, what i didn’t know was, there would be a time when my siblings would also start blogging. One writes about her toilet seat ideas, No shitting!
And another one writes about her experiences and the changes she’s been through in her life, her writing is typically Indian ( Humko sab kuch OK OK chaltaa hain.) But she writes pretty meaningful things which will make you “Perpetually Lucid”
And then there’s me, a month ago, i thought i was the only warrior blogger battling against the world with my writing, but now, I’m not alone, I’m with two more far superior then me warrior bloggers, together we are THE SIBLING BLOGGERS.