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.)
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It is not the purpose here to trace the history of the revolutionary movement in India. Up to 1914 there were scattered secret organizations, mostly in the province of Bengal, but some outside it also. On the outbreak of the World War, the various organizations saw an opportunity to raise the standard of rebellion throughout India. With this purpose, such eminent revolutionaries as Rash Bihari Bose, Jatin Mukherjee, Sachin Sanyal, V. G. Pingley, Sardar Kartar Singh, Thakur Prithwi Singh, Baba Sohan Singh and others joined together and made elaborate plans in conjunction with some Sikh and Rajput regiments to bring about an armed revolution in India.
But as destiny ordained it, the whole plan tailed through inner treachery, except a formidable rising at Singapore which was subdued by means of Japanese warships and Japanese mariners. As soon as the authorities got scent of the plan of the revolutionaries, the regiments suspected of complicity in the contemplated risings were disarmed and disbanded, and armed European pickets were posted around them. These soldiers were then sent over to the severest fighting zones in France. The Defense of India Act was at once proclaimed, and more than 7000 persons were arrested in the Punjab, U. P. and Bengal.
By 1916, the revolutionary organizations were scorched, though not actually killed. By this time another influence had appeared in the field of Indian politics in the person of M K Gandhi. His idealism and his sacrifice appealed greatly,to the minds of the youths, many of whom began to join in his non-cooperation movement. But the “Bardoli Retreat,” .as it was termed by the revolutionaries, and the subsequent set-back in the non-cooperation movement again gave impetus to the revolutionary movement. By 1924 we again see the springing up of secret revolutionary organizations. In Bengal, as usual, the old revolutionaries began to organize again, but a heavy blow was dealt to them by the Bengal Ordinance of 1925. In U. P. and the Punjab, the different parties organized by Sachindra Nath Sanyal, Jogesh Chandra Chatterjee, Pandit Ram Prasad Bismil etc., combined and formed one party.
At a meeting at Allahabad, a constitution was adopted and the name of the party became “Hindusthan Republican Association.” It was this organization that Bhagat Singh joined when he shifted to Cawnpore. His party name then became “Balwant,” under which name he used to contribute articles occasionally to the magazines .Cawnpore was then the headquarters of Jogesh Chandra Chatterjee, or Mr. Roy as his party-name was, was the Chief Organizer of the party and it was under Jogesh Chatterjee that Bhagat Singh began to work.
In 1926 (August 1925 is the date) occurred the well-known Kakori train dacoity, in which the members of the H. R. A. held up a running train at Kakori near Lucknow, and looted the government cash that was being carried in that train. Vigorous police investigations into this affair led to ramifications of a wide-spread revolutionary organization, and the subsequent Kakori Conspiracy Case revealed many of their secrets. It was at this time that Bhagat Singh went back to Lahore.
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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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Pursuing your goals is like putting together a jigsaw puzzle. While you ultimately seek the final outcome, you still have to work piece by piece.
Since you will spend most of your time trying to make progress, you must enjoy what you are doing in order to finish. Take joy from the process, and use all the small success to fuel your continued efforts.
Louis Minella spent a career planning every detail of the presentation of department stores. He knew everything about the business of catching the customer’s eye and using the lay out to maximize sales.
After thirty one years in this business, he took early retirement. And then he looked for something worthwhile to do.
Louis decided to open a mailing center, where people can ship packages, buy boxes, make copies and send faxes. It was a major adjustment. “I used to be just one member of the team in an international organization, but now I’m in charge of everything.”
The hand on difference was most significant. “Before, I was dealing with group managers. I used to issue reports and orders, but I didn’t personally do the work or do anything other than tell other people what to do. I’m in reality now.”
He takes great joy from the daily hurdles overcome, like adjusting the hours of his star sixty-six years old employee to keep her content or fixing the leaking ink in the postage meter machine or figuring out how to copy a seven hundred page document.
“It’s a different ball game here, but it’s tremendously satisfying to learn every little thing that your business needs.”
“Life satisfaction is 22 percent more likely for those with a steady stream of minor accomplishments than those who express interest only in major accomplishments.”
Source : Internet.
This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals–sounds that say listen to this, it is important.
Author: Gary Provost.
Sarcasm: Nobody does it better than me.
Note: this post is uncensored, if you are under 13 then please dont read it. its for your own good. Others take notes because Dr. Anmol Jani PHD. in Sarcanomics is here.
Discussing about politics makes me angry. after 2 hours of long politics talk with my so called “Want-to-make-a-change-in-the-world” friends (I’m talking about you BHAVIN) it actually makes my blood boils and makes my veins show from my hand and all the other parts. that means i am fucking angry. at that time i feel the need to attend anger management classes. But, i never thought i would write about politics on my blog, i thought if i wrote something about it, then maybe i would be arrested for kicking kapil sibal’s ass through my words. And that would bring some negativity on my blog and people will stop reading my blog. and trust me my blog is like, “So far, So good”. but, now “FUCK POLITICS”. and Fuck the people who play the dirty games of politics. after reading this post people will think, ” this is just another asshole who thinks that politics is bad and he is angry about it cause sometime in his life someone played a dirty political game on him and now he’s just oozing out his frustration and anger through his blog.” well, yes and no. SO, WHAT? every-fucking one does it every-fucking now and then.
But, the problem is i dont let the anger out. i just keep it with myself. all the guilt and anger and pain and frustration i just keep it with myself. i pamper it, i obsess it and i let it grow like cactus growing in a garden of red roses. I let the anger and frustration give birth to anew sense of duty towards India. it’s that anger and disgust that makes me refuse to give/take bribery. it’s that pain and frustration that i dont take part in any kind of corruption and dirty politics game. i am from that category of people who just sit and watch. and, then sip some tea and go home and sleep happy.
That’s why i thought of seething all this things out. every negativity from myself. I’m not doing it as a favor to anyone or i just want to feel good and and empty all the negativity from my mind and soul. i am doing this because i am in the mood to OFFEND. I clearly dont give a fuck if they censor my blog or force me to delete this post. Somehow, someway i will fuck them out of this society through this post. I hope this post reaches to all the political personalities of India and i want them to feel guilty i want them to feel offended, oh so much fucking offended!
Dear Political Fucknuts of INDIA,
The only reason you’re in power and ruling the country/state/city/village is because the opposition dont even have the agenda of their own. it is so fucking clear as a crystal that the people who used to 26/11 attacks to circulate the anti-congress are not even worth my contempt. OH! you’re liking it aren’t you sibal? i want you to read it you dumb bitch. I hope i am not offending any religious/national/ridiculous/unreasonable sentiments now? NO! i haven’t offended anyone yet because i didn’t use the name of a dumb and ugly bald son of a bitch named GANDHI, right? i will say this, you and the other dumb fucknuts in your team are actually dumb bitches because you’re all narrow-minded, ridiculous and downright idiotic. Do you, Soniaji’s puppets realize you’re good for fucking nothing?
A woman can’t get out of her house alone post 7PM in Delhi without pepper spray and the fear of getting raped; Cabinet reshuffles and interest rate hikes have become seasonal activities; Farmers’ suicides and unresolved crime scenes have become the thing for non-fiction narratives; Eunuchs’ only sources of income remain prostitution and blackmailing and the lesser said about terrorism, the better. What the hell do you expect an average citizen to do? Hang your Soniaji’s picture in his living room and worship it? A few days after India has recorded a shameful GDP growth of 6.9%, what’s really being discussed is censoring social media! Oh sorry, not censorship just a ‘check on the content’. Check on the content, my ass. What we really need is bloody mental health check up because seriously, such volumes of bullshit cannot be produced without the presence some serious illness/ psychological disorder.
I’m quite a consumer of social media in my everday life and I haven’t seen so much ‘offensive’ content be churned out as has been done since you decided to ‘not to go the press about “checking content” so as to not hurt any sentiment’. As a matter of fact, I refrain from using abusive language on my blog, but you know when i really learnt how to abuse? It all started with me following the Indian Political Scenario. Infact I surprise myself every day when I read about your latest decision (or lack there of) and utter an abuse I did not even realize I knew of.
Oh but it’s pretty easy for you guys, isn’t it. Get one minister to take his shot at talking crap and then withdraw from the statement and don’t back it up as the govt/Congress. Manmohan Singh will hold a press conference where he will ‘condemn’ what happened or tell us that ‘the decision is on hold until the parliament reaches a consensus’. And then get (not so) blue-eyed Rahul Gandhi to go on tours across the country, joining his hands promising the people that he ‘will take the issue up’.
So, fuck you and fuck your bloody fucking politics game. i take it upon myself to offend you.
Do something good for the country which raised you and the nation which fed you. can you stop thinking about yourself and your bank account and start thinking about the people of India.But you wouldn’t do that because you’re all too busy licking some Italian bitch’s ass. THIS JUST GOT BLOODY SERIOUS IN NO TIME.
THIS IS NOT ANNA HAZARE OR ARVIND KEJRIWAL OR CHETAN FUCKING BHAGAT TALKING. THIS IS ANMOL JANI TALKING, THIS IS INDIA TALKING.
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