Thursday, 6 March 2025

Benefits of Sleep

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# Non-Indian Institutions

Several non-Indian institutions and consulting companies have sent study teams to the Kumbh Mela to learn from its management practices. Here are a few examples: # Non-Indian Institutions 1. *Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT)*: MIT has sent researchers to study the Kumbh Mela's infrastructure, logistics, and crowd management. 2. *Stanford University*: Stanford has conducted studies on the Kumbh Mela's organizational structure, leadership, and decision-making processes. 3. *University of California, Berkeley*: UC Berkeley has researched the Kumbh Mela's environmental sustainability practices, including waste management and water conservation. 4. *University of Oxford*: Oxford has sent researchers to study the Kumbh Mela's cultural and social dynamics, including its impact on local communities. # Consulting Companies 1. *McKinsey & Company*: McKinsey has studied the Kumbh Mela's logistics and supply chain management, highlighting best practices that can be applied to other industries. 2. *Boston Consulting Group (BCG)*: BCG has researched the Kumbh Mela's organizational design and leadership structures, exploring lessons that can be applied to corporate settings. 3. *Deloitte*: Deloitte has sent teams to study the Kumbh Mela's risk management and crisis response strategies, identifying key takeaways for businesses and organizations. 4. *Ernst & Young (EY)*: EY has conducted studies on the Kumbh Mela's infrastructure development and urban planning, highlighting innovative solutions for urban development. These institutions and consulting companies have recognized the Kumbh Mela as a unique case study in management, logistics, and organizational design, and have sought to learn from its successes and challenges. ‎
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*_π‘―π’π’˜ 𝒅𝒐 π’šπ’π’– π’Œπ’π’π’˜_* *_π’šπ’π’– 𝒂𝒓𝒆 π’“π’Šπ’„π’‰?_*

*_π‘―π’π’˜ 𝒅𝒐 π’šπ’π’– π’Œπ’π’π’˜_* *_π’šπ’π’– 𝒂𝒓𝒆 π’“π’Šπ’„π’‰?_* *π‘¨π’Žπ’‚π’›π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’‚π’π’”π’˜π’†π’“* *π’ƒπ’š 𝒂𝒏 𝑰𝑰𝑻 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕.* *𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 π’˜π’‚π’” π’…π’π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Žπ’š 𝑩 𝑻𝒆𝒄𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 π’˜π’‚π’” 𝒂 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒓 π’˜π’‰π’ 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒖𝒔 ‘π‘΄π’†π’„π’‰π’‚π’π’Šπ’„π’”’.* *π‘―π’Šπ’” 𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 π’—π’†π’“π’š π’Šπ’π’•π’†π’“π’†π’”π’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’”π’Šπ’π’„π’† 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒏* *π’Šπ’π’•π’†π’“π’†π’”π’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’˜π’‚π’š 𝒕𝒐* *𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’†π’™π’‘π’π’‚π’Šπ’* *𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒔.* *𝑢𝒏𝒆 π’…π’‚π’š, π’Šπ’ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔, 𝒉𝒆 π’‚π’”π’Œπ’†π’… 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’‡π’π’π’π’π’˜π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’’π’–π’†π’”π’•π’Šπ’π’π’”:* *𝟏. 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’Šπ’” 𝒁𝑬𝑹𝑢?* *𝟐. 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’Šπ’” 𝑰𝑡𝑭𝑰𝑡𝑰𝑻𝒀?* *πŸ‘. π‘ͺ𝒂𝒏 𝒁𝑬𝑹𝑢 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰𝑡𝑭𝑰𝑡𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝒃𝒆 π’”π’‚π’Žπ’†?* *𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 π’•π’‰π’π’–π’ˆπ’‰π’• 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’˜π’† π’Œπ’π’†π’˜ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’‚π’π’”π’˜π’†π’“π’” 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’˜π’† π’“π’†π’‘π’π’Šπ’†π’… 𝒂𝒔 π’‡π’π’π’π’π’˜π’Šπ’π’ˆ:* *𝒁𝑬𝑹𝑢 π’Žπ’†π’‚π’π’” π’π’π’•π’‰π’Šπ’π’ˆ.* *𝑰𝑡𝑭𝑰𝑡𝑰𝑻𝒀 π’Žπ’†π’‚π’π’”* *𝒂 π’π’–π’Žπ’ƒπ’†π’“ π’ˆπ’“π’†π’‚π’•π’†π’“ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 π’‚π’π’š 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 π’π’–π’Žπ’ƒπ’†π’“.* *𝒁𝑬𝑹𝑢 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰𝑡𝑭𝑰𝑡𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝒂𝒓𝒆 π’π’‘π’‘π’π’”π’Šπ’•π’† 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’•π’‰π’†π’š 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆 π’”π’‚π’Žπ’†.* *𝑯𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒔 π’ƒπ’š π’‡π’Šπ’“π’”π’• π’•π’‚π’π’Œπ’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 π’Šπ’π’‡π’Šπ’π’Šπ’•π’š 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’‚π’”π’Œπ’†π’…, π‘―π’π’˜ 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆 π’‚π’π’š π’π’–π’Žπ’ƒπ’†π’“ π’˜π’‰π’Šπ’„π’‰ π’Šπ’” π’ˆπ’“π’†π’‚π’•π’†π’“ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 π’‚π’π’š 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 π’π’–π’Žπ’ƒπ’†π’“?* *𝑾𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒏𝒐 π’‚π’π’”π’˜π’†π’“π’”.* *𝑯𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 π’†π’™π’‘π’π’‚π’Šπ’π’†π’… 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒐𝒇 π’Šπ’π’‡π’Šπ’π’Šπ’•π’š π’Šπ’ 𝒂 π’—π’†π’“π’š π’Šπ’π’•π’†π’“π’†π’”π’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’˜π’‚π’š, π’˜π’‰π’Šπ’„π’‰ 𝑰 π’“π’†π’Žπ’†π’Žπ’ƒπ’†π’“ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 π’Žπ’π’“π’† 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 πŸ‘πŸ“ π’šπ’†π’‚π’“π’”.* *𝑯𝒆 π’”π’‚π’Šπ’… 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’Šπ’Žπ’‚π’ˆπ’Šπ’π’† 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 π’Šπ’” 𝒂𝒏 π’Šπ’π’π’Šπ’•π’†π’“π’‚π’•π’† 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒅 π’˜π’‰π’ 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 π’π’π’π’š* *𝒖𝒑𝒕𝒐 𝟐𝟎.* *π‘΅π’π’˜, π’Šπ’‡ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’π’–π’Žπ’ƒπ’†π’“ 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝟐𝟎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’šπ’π’– π’‚π’”π’Œ π’‰π’Šπ’Ž π’‰π’π’˜ π’Žπ’‚π’π’š 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔, 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 π’šπ’π’– 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’‘π’“π’†π’„π’Šπ’”π’† π’π’–π’Žπ’ƒπ’†π’“ (π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† πŸ‘, πŸ“, πŸπŸ’ 𝒆𝒕𝒄.).* *π‘―π’π’˜π’†π’—π’†π’“, π’Šπ’‡ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’π’–π’Žπ’ƒπ’†π’“ π’Šπ’” π’Žπ’π’“π’† 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝟐𝟎, 𝒉𝒆 π’Šπ’” π’π’Šπ’Œπ’†π’π’š 𝒕𝒐 π’”π’‚π’š “𝑻𝑢𝑢 𝑴𝑨𝑡𝒀”*. *𝑯𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 π’†π’™π’‘π’π’‚π’Šπ’π’†π’… 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’Šπ’ π’”π’„π’Šπ’†π’π’„π’† π’Šπ’π’‡π’Šπ’π’Šπ’•π’š π’Žπ’†π’‚π’π’” ‘𝒕𝒐𝒐 π’Žπ’‚π’π’š’ (𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆) 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’Šπ’ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’”π’‚π’Žπ’† π’˜π’‚π’š 𝒛𝒆𝒓𝒐 π’Žπ’†π’‚π’π’” ‘𝒕𝒐𝒐 π’‡π’†π’˜’ (𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 π’π’π’•π’‰π’Šπ’π’ˆ).* *𝑨𝒔 𝒂𝒏 π’†π’™π’‚π’Žπ’‘π’π’†, 𝒉𝒆 π’”π’‚π’Šπ’… 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’Šπ’‡ π’˜π’† π’•π’‚π’Œπ’† 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’…π’Šπ’‚π’Žπ’†π’•π’†π’“ 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒔 π’„π’π’Žπ’‘π’‚π’“π’†π’… 𝒕𝒐 π’…π’Šπ’”π’•π’‚π’π’„π’† π’ƒπ’†π’•π’˜π’†π’†π’ 𝑬𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒖𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’…π’Šπ’‚π’Žπ’†π’•π’†π’“ 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 π’”π’‚π’Šπ’… 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒛𝒆𝒓𝒐 π’”π’Šπ’π’„π’† π’Šπ’• π’Šπ’” 𝒕𝒐𝒐 π’”π’Žπ’‚π’π’.* *π‘―π’π’˜π’†π’—π’†π’“, π’˜π’‰π’†π’ π’˜π’† π’„π’π’Žπ’‘π’‚π’“π’† 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’”π’‚π’Žπ’† π’…π’Šπ’‚π’Žπ’†π’•π’†π’“ 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’”π’Šπ’›π’† 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 π’ˆπ’“π’‚π’Šπ’, π’…π’Šπ’‚π’Žπ’†π’•π’†π’“ 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 π’”π’‚π’Šπ’… 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 π’Šπ’π’‡π’Šπ’π’Šπ’•π’†*. *𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’”π’‚π’Žπ’† π’•π’‰π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒁𝑬𝑹𝑢 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰𝑡𝑭𝑰𝑡𝑰𝑻𝑬 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’”π’‚π’Žπ’† π’•π’Šπ’Žπ’†, π’…π’†π’‘π’†π’π’…π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕, 𝒐𝒓 π’šπ’π’–π’“ π’Žπ’‚π’•π’“π’Šπ’™ 𝒐𝒇 π’„π’π’Žπ’‘π’‚π’“π’Šπ’”π’π’*. *𝑻𝒉𝒆 π’“π’†π’π’‚π’•π’Šπ’π’π’”π’‰π’Šπ’‘ π’ƒπ’†π’•π’˜π’†π’†π’ π’“π’Šπ’„π’‰π’π’†π’”π’” 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’‘π’π’—π’†π’“π’•π’š π’Šπ’” π’”π’Šπ’Žπ’Šπ’π’‚π’“ 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’“π’†π’π’‚π’•π’Šπ’π’π’”π’‰π’Šπ’‘ π’ƒπ’†π’•π’˜π’†π’†π’ π’Šπ’π’‡π’Šπ’π’Šπ’•π’š* *𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒛𝒆𝒓𝒐*. *𝑰𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 π’„π’π’Žπ’‘π’‚π’“π’Šπ’”π’π’ π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ π’šπ’π’–π’“ π’˜π’‚π’π’•π’”*. *𝑰𝒇 π’šπ’π’–π’“ π’Šπ’π’„π’π’Žπ’† π’Šπ’” π’Žπ’π’“π’† 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 π’šπ’π’–π’“ π’˜π’‚π’π’•π’”,* *π’šπ’π’– 𝒂𝒓𝒆 π’“π’Šπ’„π’‰*. *𝑰𝒇 π’šπ’π’–π’“ π’˜π’‚π’π’•π’” 𝒂𝒓𝒆 π’Žπ’π’“π’† 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 π’šπ’π’–π’“ π’Šπ’π’„π’π’Žπ’†,* *π’šπ’π’– 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒓.* *𝑰 π’„π’π’π’”π’Šπ’…π’†π’“ π’Žπ’šπ’”π’†π’π’‡ π’“π’Šπ’„π’‰ 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 π’Žπ’š π’˜π’‚π’π’•π’” 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 π’Žπ’š π’Šπ’π’„π’π’Žπ’†.* *𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 π’ƒπ’†π’„π’π’Žπ’† π’“π’Šπ’„π’‰ 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒐 π’Žπ’–π’„π’‰ π’ƒπ’š π’‚π’„π’’π’–π’Šπ’“π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 π’Žπ’π’π’†π’š, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 π’ƒπ’š π’‘π’“π’π’ˆπ’“π’†π’”π’”π’Šπ’—π’†π’π’š π’“π’†π’…π’–π’„π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Žπ’š π’˜π’‚π’π’•π’”.* *𝑰𝒇 π’šπ’π’– 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒆 π’šπ’π’–π’“ π’˜π’‚π’π’•π’”, π’šπ’π’– 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒏 π’ƒπ’†π’„π’π’Žπ’† π’“π’Šπ’„π’‰ 𝒂𝒕 π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” π’—π’†π’“π’š π’Žπ’π’Žπ’†π’π’•.* *π‘΄π’‚π’š 𝒐𝒖𝒓 π’π’Šπ’—π’†π’” π’ˆπ’†π’• π’“π’Šπ’„π’‰ π’ƒπ’š π’ˆπ’π’π’… π’•π’‰π’π’–π’ˆπ’‰π’•π’”, π’ˆπ’π’π’… 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔, π’ˆπ’π’π’… 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’π’π’—π’†π’π’š π’‡π’“π’Šπ’†π’π’…π’” 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 us π’‚π’π’˜π’‚ys.
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*Headache story:* The Owner of a *Coffee Shop* had been busy all day. Being Saturday, his shop was very crowded and the customers seemed unending. He had been on his toes since morning. Towards the evening he felt a splitting headache surfacing. As the clock ticked away, his headache worsened. Unable to bear it, he stepped out of the shop leaving his staff to look after the sales. He walked across the street to the *Pharmacy to buy himself a painkiller to relieve his headache.* He swallowed the pill and felt relieved. He knew that in a few minutes he would feel better. As he strolled out of the shop, he casually asked the salesgirl, *Where is the Chemist ? He's not at the cash counter today.* The girl replied, Sir, he was having a splitting headache and said he was going across to *your Coffee Shop.* He said a *cup of Hot Coffee would relieve him of his headache.* The man's mouth went dry and he mumbled, Oh ! I see. *This is a typical case of looking outside ourselves for something that we have with us.* *How strange, but true.* *The Chemist relieves his headache by drinking coffee and the Coffee Shop Owner relieves his headache by taking a pill.* *Similarly, many of us travel across the lengths and breadths of the earth and also visit various shrines and holy places to find peace.* *Eventually, we come to realize that Peace is within us at all times in our own heart & mind.* *Peace of mind comes from being content with ourselves & being grateful for what we have with us.* *There is a peaceful way of going through life, but all depends on our willingness to change our attitude towards everything in life.* *The older I get the more I realize..... the ultimate luxury of life is............. "Peace of Mind".*
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*ROUGH BOOK IN YOUR FAMILY*

A lovely forward I got today It underlines notes we make of events around our closest people... A BOOK IS ALWAYS IN MAKING! *ROUGH BOOK IN YOUR FAMILY* In a school bag, the Rough Book will have the worst condition because it bears the load and responsibilities of all other subjects. Only because of the presence of Rough Book, Fair Books of all subjects are found very neat and tidy, well maintained and decorated. In our family also, because of presence of one rough book, who bears responsibilities for many subjects, individual fair books are enjoying their convenience. Hats Off to this rough book... *Who is the rough book in your family?.* Have you ever acknowledged their presence? Please do it before the rough book gets over.
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A little boy wanted to meet God.

A little boy wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with a bag of potato chips and a six-pack of root beer and started his journey. When he had gone about three blocks, he met an old woman. She was sitting in the park, just staring at some pigeons. The boy sat down next to her and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the old lady looked hungry, so he offered her some chips She gratefully accepted it and smiled at him. Her smile was so pretty that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered her a root beer. Again, she smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word. As twilight approached, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave; but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the old woman, and gave her a hug. She gave him her biggest smile ever.. When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked him, " What did you do today that made you so happy?" He replied, "I had lunch with God." But before his mother could respond, he added, "You know what? She's got the most beautiful smile I've ever seen!" Meanwhile, the old woman, also radiant with joy, returned to her home. Her son was stunned by the look of peace on her face and he asked, " Mother, what did you do today that made you so happy?" She replied! "I ate potato chips in the park with God." However, before her son responded, she added, " You know, he's much younger than I expected." Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime! Embrace all equally!
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Diplomatic Telegram

Our Hon’ble Pt Nehru was giving away half of J&K to Pakistan, the deal wasn’t discussed in LS - but now has come out in the open after US declassified communique In the third round of talks held in Karachi on February 9, 1963, India offered a partition line. Swaran Singh called it a 'Line of Peace and Collaboration' (LOPC). In this proposal India agreed to give up the Poonch salient as well as Uri. To the north India also proposed to give up land in the Gurez sector giving the entire Neelam/Kinshanganga valley to Pakistan. In return, India sought control of the post dominating Kargil town (these were captured in 1965 and again in 1971 and are currently with India), points out Colonel Anil A Athale Ironically, they have to thank Zulfikar Ali Bhutto, the then foreign minister of Pakistan, who rejected this outright as he wanted the whole of the Kashmir Valley and territory up to the Chenab river in Jammu division. The diplomatic telegram that gives details of this Indian offer was declassified by the Americans.
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Overcoming Grief

https://www.dailypioneer.com/2025/columnists/overcoming-grief.html
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CLASSMATES AND THE TRICKERY OF LIFE

CLASSMATES AND THE TRICKERY OF LIFE There is something both amusing and tragic about classmates. When we are young, sitting side by side in stiff wooden desks, everything feels equal. We wear the same uniforms, complain about the same teachers, and dream the same big dreams. We believe, with the foolish confidence of youth, that life will reward us fairly. That the one who topped the class will top in life, that the one who struggled will always struggle, that effort will always equal success. But life is not a classroom. Life is a trickster, a mischievous storyteller who loves plot twists. Then one day, years later, we meet again at weddings, funerals, airports, or by accident at a supermarket. And suddenly, we see what nobody warned us about: The boy who never did his assignments now owns a mansion. The one who won all the academic prizes is still searching for relevance. The one who was always quiet now commands boardrooms, while the one who once led every debate now sits in silence, waiting for an opportunity that refuses to come. And we ask ourselves: how did this happen? Nobody told us that life does not follow the rules of the classroom. That hard work is important, but so is luck. That intelligence is valuable, but connections sometimes matter more. That some rise not because they are the best, but because they were in the right place at the right time. That life does not grade us like exam scripts, it rolls the dice and sometimes, the results are baffling. There is a good side to all of these: no matter how far life scatters us, when classmates meet again, the years disappear. Titles do not matter. Bank accounts do not speak. We laugh over memories of forgotten nicknames, of teachers we swore we would never forget but now struggle to remember. For a brief moment, we return to a time when we were just young with dreams, before life stepped in with its unexpected script.
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Amazing English

Amazing English Many parts of the body can be used as verbs in either a physical or a metaphorical sense. You can *head* a company, but if things go wrong you'll have to *shoulder* the blame, or *face* your investors. A good leader will *back* his employees, but if you don't *toe* the line the management can *skin* you. Did you *muscle* your way into that job? You might *eye* someone suspiciously, or wait for the police to *finger* a suspect. But avoid putting your *nose* in someone’s business. But if you need to get out of town, you can *thumb* a ride or you can ride with me if you can *stomach* the thought. Use strong *arm* tactic if you want to *elbow* out someone. I don't always sing along with the radio, but I sometimes do *mouth* the words. (To all English-Language Lovers)
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*_Classmates & the trickery of life..

*_Classmates & the trickery of life..._* If we look around us we will see how true this is. There is something both amusing and tragic about classmates. When we are young, sitting side by side on stiff wooden desks, everything feels equal. We wear the same uniforms, complain about the same teachers, and dream the same big dreams. We believe, with the foolish confidence of youth, that life will reward us fairly. That the one who topped the class will top in life, that the one who struggled will always struggle, that effort will always equal success. But life is not a classroom. Life is a trickster, a mischievous storyteller who loves plot twists. Then one day, years later, we meet again at ordinations, weddings, funerals, airports, or by accident at a supermarket & suddenly, we see what nobody warned us about. The boy who never did his assignments now owns a mansion. The one who won all the academic prizes, is still searching for relevance. The one who was always quiet, now commands boardrooms, while the one who once led every debate, now sits in silence, waiting for an opportunity that refuses to come. *_And we ask ourselves: how did this happen?_* Nobody told us that life does not follow the rules of the classroom. That hard work is important, but so is luck. That intelligence is valuable, but connections sometimes matter more. *_That some rise, not because they are the best, but because they were in the right place at the right time. That life does not grade us like exam scripts, it rolls the dice and sometimes, the results are baffling._* There is a good side to all of these: no matter how far life scatters us, when classmates meet again, the years disappear. Titles do not matter. Bank accounts do not speak. We laugh over memories of forgotten nicknames, of teachers we swore we would never forget, but now struggle to remember. For a brief moment, we return to a time, when we were just young with dreams, before life stepped in with its unexpected script. *_And just maybe, that is the real lesson: success is not just about who has more, but about who still has a heart, that can remember._*
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Wednesday, 5 March 2025

A Story of Desensitization - David A Graham

A Story of Desensitization - David A Graham (From the Atlantic Daily) Grasping the scale of President Donald Trump’s assault on American governance is no small matter. The administration is challenging laws, claiming the right to reinterpret the Constitution, questioning judges’ powers, and arrogating new powers to itself. Seeking to convey the gravity of the situation, many commentators have labeled what’s happening a “constitutional crisis.” That’s a mistake—not because what’s happening is not serious, but because it is so serious. This week, the Trump administration came the closest it has thus far to outright refusing to follow a judge’s order, after days of comments from Vice President J. D. Vance, Bureaucrat in Chief Elon Musk, and others questioning whether a president must follow court rulings. That’s a threat to the very basic question of whether a president is subject to the law or not—especially when so many things that Trump has done appear plainly illegal. But the abstraction of constitutional crisis obscures the immediate danger, making what’s happening seem like an issue more for legal experts and policy wonks than for the everyday Americans who stand to lose not only essential government services but also fundamental rights. “A president refusing to abide by the law or the Constitution and ignoring court orders to stop his illegitimate actions would be a constitutional crisis like a bank robbery is a cash flow crisis,” Joseph Ura, a political scientist at Clemson University, told me via email. A recent New York Times article reported that many legal scholars believe that the country is in a constitutional crisis, but it began by acknowledging, “There is no universally accepted definition of a constitutional crisis.” The law, for all its careful parsing of language, has a weakness for this sort of I-know-it-when-I-see-it formulation, but if even the professors can’t define it, how can the general public? Senator Elizabeth Warren, a former Harvard Law professor, warns that “we've got our toes right on the edge of a constitutional crisis,” which also raises interesting questions about the topography of a crisis. At one time, appeals to the sanctity of the Constitution might have swayed more people, but one reason Trump has been able to dominate U.S. politics for so long is that voters are not feeling protective of their institutions. About six in 10 people in a 2022 New York Times poll said the constitutional order needs major reforms. In 2023, Pew found that just 4 percent of Americans think the political system is working very well. And in 2024, voters selected a guy who’d tried to overturn the previous election. Regardless of what law professors think, the populace has already decided that the Constitution is in crisis. Perhaps I’m a cockeyed optimist, but I don’t think that means they want an unaccountable leader who is not beholden to laws, courts, or Congress. Already, Trump’s approval rating is down, and his disapproval rating is up. I noted last week that some of his supporters are regretting their choice. Many of the effects of sloppy cost cutting are going to be even more unpopular once voters feel them. But appeals to a system they’ve come to distrust are not the way to rally them. A “constitutional crisis” certainly sounds bad, even if you can’t say what it is. But whatever fresh shock the term might have provided has been dulled by years of use. Google Trends tells a story of desensitization. Going back to 2004, there are sporadic spikes of interest in the term, such as during the 2008 financial crisis and around government shutdowns during the Barack Obama presidency. Then the line starts bouncing around like a flea when Trump takes office the first time. It calms again during the Biden administration but takes off on a dizzy, vertical ascent when Trump returns to office in 2025. Commentators who labeled previous moments “constitutional crises” may not have been crying wolf, exactly, though in retrospect perhaps the term could have been reserved for the worst moments—January 6, for example—for maximum clarity. Regardless, you can’t hear about a problem on and off for years without it becoming less urgent. Trump isn’t just destroying norms; he’s established a state of crisis as the new norm. And insofar as people do think of this as a “crisis,” that might only further empower Trump—who’s responsible for it in the first place. That’s because, in times of crisis, Americans usually look to the president to act quickly and decisively. That can be good in a bona fide external crisis, like an attack by a foreign country or a pandemic, but that’s not what’s happening now. “To the extent we’re in a crisis, it’s a crisis of too much executive energy,” Ura told me. The better alternative is to describe exactly what’s happening: The president is taking actions he doesn’t have the power to take, disrespecting the rule of law, and attempting to revoke long-established rights. He is portraying himself as a king. Soon, he may openly defy an order from a duly appointed and confirmed federal judge. That would be a step closer to the end of American democracy than anything since January 6. Call that a catastrophe, call it lawlessness, call it a threat—just don’t call it a constitutional crisis.
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•Do good deeds •Speak good words •Think good thoughts

A man complained to the Buddha, "No matter how hard I work, I can't make any money. Why is that?" The Buddha replied, "Because you never give." The man replied, "But I am a poor man with nothing! How can I give?" The Buddha said, "Giving money and materials is only one of the ways to give. Even if you don't have money, you can still give people seven kinds of giving: 1. Giving with a kind face: Treating sentient beings with a kind face is giving. 2. Giving with words: Saying words of encouragement, admonition, comfort, and meaningful words to sentient beings is giving. 3. Giving with heart: Thinking about the other person and caring about sentient beings out of a compassionate mind is giving. 4. Giving with eyes: Looking at all sentient beings with a loving and warm look is giving. 5. Giving with body: Helping all sentient beings with your body is giving. 6. Giving with seat: Giving up your seat to those in need, This is charity. 7. Observation: Without asking, you can observe the other person's heart and give what they need. This is charity. " The Buddha skillfully said seven ways to give charity without money or material things. Summarizing these seven methods, we can know that we should abandon and eliminate any mentality and behavior that comes from self-love and stinginess; on the contrary, all our motives and intentions are for the benefit of all sentient beings. Therefore, as long as we treat all sentient beings with kindness, good words and good deeds, it is charity. For example: we can give people a good face, say good things to people, be considerate of others, treat people with kindness and love, help people, understand others' needs, forgive others, and give people opportunities. We can take care of stray cats and dogs, clean the neighborhood, clean the environment, do volunteer work, dedicate merits, etc., and these are all giving. Remember: giving money and materials is only one of the ways of giving. Even if we already have property, we should not forget the "Seven Givings of the Buddha" - there are still many more givings that we need to do! The so-called giving will definitely benefit; if you give for pleasure, you will definitely be happy in the future. If a person does not give, he will definitely not be able to do things that benefit others, and therefore he will not be able to become a Buddha. On the contrary, if you can give, you can forever break away from the evil ghost realm, forever leave all poverty, and be able to break all troubles, enjoy endless enjoyment, and receive all happiness. •Do good deeds •Speak good words •Think good thoughts πŸ™πŸ»
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-Nelson Mandela

"After I became president, I asked my escort to go to a restaurant for lunch. We sat down and each of us asked what we wanted. On the front table, there was a man waiting to be served. When he was served, I said to one of my soldiers: go and ask that gentleman to join us. The soldier went and conveyed my invitation to him. The man got up, took his plate and sat down right next to me. While he ate his hands trembled constantly and he did not lift his head from his food. When we finished, he said goodbye without looking at me, I shook his hand and he left. The soldier told me: Madiba that man must have been very ill, seeing as his hands didn't stop shaking while he ate.- Absolutely no! the reason for his trembling is another. Then I told him: That man was the warden of the prison where I stayed. After he tortured me, I screamed and cried asking for some water and he came humiliated me, laughed at me and instead of giving me water, he urinated in my head. He is not sick, he was afraid that I, now president of South Africa, would send him to prison and do to him what he did to me. But I'm not like that, this conduct is not part of my character, nor of my ethics. ′′Minds that seek revenge destroy states, while those that seek reconciliation build nations. Walking out the door to my freedom, I knew that if I didn't leave all the anger, hatred and resentment behind me, I would still be a prisoner." -Nelson Mandela
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To understand the dip in the Kumbh :

To understand the dip in the Kumbh : 1. I dipped in the Sangam. 2. I asked the waters of Triveni Did you collect my sins? 3. Triveni replied yes. 4. I asked, what will you do with my sins? 5. Triveni: Am I crazy to keep them? I will deposit them in the sea. 6. I went to the sea and asked: Did you receive my sins from Triveni? 7. Sea said yes. 8. I asked what will you do with my sins*? 9. Sea: Am I crazy to keep them? I will deposit them in the clouds. 10. I went to the clouds and asked, Did you receive my sins from the sea? 11. Clouds said yes. 12. I asked, what will you do with my sins? 13. Clouds: Are we crazy to keep them? We shall shower them down as rain. 14. On whom? I asked. 15. On YOU, of course. _*What goes round, comes around*_ Enjoy! Law of Karma, Law of Cause and Effect. "No matter where you go, karma follows you."πŸ«₯ _*Karma is the constant companion that travels with you, wherever life's journey takes you*_
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DIET PLAN for the coming 49 days:

Way to go.....πŸ˜€πŸ‘πŸ» DIET PLAN for the coming 49 days: 1. Peeli Dal at Shakahari, Chawri Bazar: Making good peeli dal is an art, but these guys excel in it, though the one at Karim’s is also to die for. 2. Fish Fry at Ganesh, Karol Bagh (Gurudwara Chowk): The queue of cars outside this beehive of activity is a testament to the drawing power of its menu’s main attraction. 3. Bedmi Aloo near Naugarha, Chandni Chowk: If waking up early in the morning and having your breakfast beside an open drain is your idea of fun, this is an experience you can’t miss. 4. Aloo Tikki at Natraj Cafe, Chandni Chowk: The tangy tikkis served in a pool of creamy dahi and a medley of chutneys are enough to make you ignore the elbow power of passers-by. 5. Papri Chaat outside UPSC Building, Shahjahan Road: You may have had chaat all over, but this one has something that makes even your crashing dream of entering babudom seem fine. 6. Kakori Kebabs at Aap Ki Khatir, Khan Market: The hole-in-the-wall restaurant has moved from Nizamuddin to Khan Market, but the quality of its kebabs hasn’t suffered. 7. Cream Chicken Kebabs at Salim’s, Khan Market: Even the Middle Lane dogs seem to love it – if they see you eating it, they’ll wait patiently around you for their turn to lick the plate. 8. Chicken Tikka Rolls at Khan Chacha, Khan Market: These rolls defined Khan Market for an entire generation of bunkers from Modern School – now the whole of Delhi goes to have them. 9. Chicken Changezi at Chicken Planet, Tyre Market, Near Filmistan: Now, you can have this beauty in air-conditioned comfort, away from the confusion at the eatery’s aam admi side. 10. Poori Aloo of Ramchand, Chhota Bazar, Shahdara: The pooris don’t get soggy because they are made with sooji and the aloo ki sabzi is drenched in imli chutney. 11. Chhole Bhature at Odeon Sweets, Bhagat Singh Marg, Gole Market: Some people get very possessive about their favourite chhole bhature place. Our cholesterol-laden heart beats for this one. 12. Mutton Dish at Ashok Meat Dhaba, Shop No. 42, Subhash Chowk, Sadar Bazar: You won’t get lost trying to find this hole in the wall. Just follow the aroma of shudh desi ghee. Only At CP 13. Chicken Pepper Steak at United Coffee House, E-Block, Inner Circle: A chunky piece of chicken breast bathed in a creamy mushroom sauce and accompanied by lots of veggies is our idea of bliss. 14. Dal Meat at Embassy, D-Block, Inner Circle: The hardy perennial has winner written all over it. The mutton pieces in it are like butter, as is the dal. You must also have the Pindi Chana and the scrumptious Embassy Pudding. 15. Tomato Fish at Kwality, Regal Building: Certain classics become a part of a city’s collective consciousness. This is one of them. The place also has the best caramel custard. 16. Double Egg Single Mutton Kathi at Nizam’s Kathi Kabab, Plaza Building: This is the best of their offerings, though you must also have their Pakhtooni Keema Kofta Curry. Southern Sirens 17. Set Dosa at Sagar, Defence Colony Market: You may keep complaining about the how Sagar has become a sprawling corporate enterprise, but certain favourites remain as good as they were. 18. Bombay Duck at Swagath, Defence Colony Market: This is the only place in the city where you can get real Bombay Duck prepared in the way it should be. 19. Rice with Gunpowder & Ghee, Andhra Bhawan: It’s a treat that even people on a no-carb diet must indulge in once in a while. Before leaving the place, make sure you buy a bottle of gunpowder and gonkura pickles from the little stall outside. 20. Bisi Bele Bhath, Karnataka Food Centre, Karnataka Sangha, Rao Tula Ram Marg: Once you have had this scrumptious, soul-nourishing vegetarian meal-in-a-dish, you’ll want to book a ticket to Udipi. All-Time Stars 21. Chicken Pakodas at Moti Mahal Delux, Greater Kailash-I, M-Block Market: The restaurant’s signature dish is butter chicken, but the chicken pakodas win the popularity race by a mile. 22. Butter Chicken at Havemore, Pandara Road Market: But don’t go for the boneless chicken; the meat can be fibrous. If you’re vegetarian, dig into the soya chaamp ki sabzi . Kashmiri Kebabs at Gulati, Pandara Road Market: There’s nothing Kashmiri about the kebabs. These are chicken malai tikkas quilted in chickpea paste and egg yolk. 23. Dab Chingri at Fire, The Park, CP: If you wish to win a Bengali heart, go for this seductive prawn in coconut milk and mustard curry that comes in a green coconut shell. 24. Gushtaba at Chor Bizarre, Hotel Broadway, Asaf Ali Road: This is the closest you’d get to Kashmiri food as your mother-in-law would make it, though we personally prefer the rista made in the Pandit style. Veggies must have the Tamatar Chaman (tomato paneer). 25. Chicken Haldighati at Colonel’s Kebabs, Defence Colony Market: Once you have eaten it, you’ll forget all the rarha chicken you’ve had in your life. 26. Nargisi Kofta at Karim’s, Jama Masjid: It’s difficult to figure out what’s the best at Karim’s, but this one scores because of the fineness of the preparation. 27. Veggie Cutlets at Coffee Home, Baba Kharak Singh Marg: These oil-drenched temptresses may just go out of circulation if the High Court decides in favour of the Coffee Home’s closure. 28. Pakistani Biryani at DeeZ Biryani & Kababs: This biryani, we are told, is cooked in the Sindhi style. We suspect they use packed masala from Pakistan. Whatever it is, it tastes great. 29. Mutton Mince at St Stephen’s, Delhi University: Stephanians get misty-eyed at the thought of this essential part of their callow youth. 30. Kosha Mansho at Oh Calcutta, Nehru Place: Kolkata’s favourite mutton dish takes on the zest of Delhi to become something special. Have it with loochis, or pooris made with maida. 31. Mutton Barra at Bukhara, ITC Maurya, Diplomatic Enclave: People love the ones at Moti Mahal or Karim’s, but our vote goes to Bukhara’s barras because they are uniformly well-marinated. Exotic Flavours 32. Pizzas at Flavors, Under Moolchand Flyover: Flavors manages to deliver impeccable pizzas from its wood-fired oven at any time of the day. Our favourite is the Vegetarian Piri Piri. 33. Khao Suey at The Kitchen, Khan Market: It’s impossible to get into the restaurant and the guy at the door is rude, but this Burmese delicacy is Delhi’s winter must-have. 34. Patrani Mekong Basa, Indian Accent (The Manor, Friends Colony West): It feels like the fish has just popped out of the river — it melts in the mouth and the masala isn’t allowed to overpower it. Veggies must go for the paneer pinwheels. 35. Black Cod with Miso at 360 Degrees, The Oberoi: When the fish is silken and the sauce is made to be perfect, you won’t miss Nobu, where it was invented. 36. Stalin’s Beard at Nanking, Opp. DPS Vasant Kunj: Potato has never tasted better. Even among their brilliantly innovative dim sum, this one stands out. 37. Peking Duck at China Kitchen, Hyatt Regency: This is justifiably the restaurant’s signature dish. The slivers of duck melt in the mouth, for the chefs prepare the bird by pumping air into it. 38. Hunanese Braised Prawns at The Chinese, Middle Circle, CP: There’s something about the sauce that stays in your edible memory. 39. Green Tea Noodles at The Monk, Galaxy Hotel, Sec. 15, Gurgaon: We thought it was impossible to get these noodles outside Sakura, but we were wrong. 40. Dim Sum at Tea House of the August Moon, Taj Palace: Best for Sunday afternoons. Ask for bok choy in garlic sauce for a change of taste. Sweet Somethings 41. Kadha Prasad at Gurudwara Bangla Sahib: It may be blasphemous to go to the gurudwara on a Sunday morning with the thought of food, but the stomach has its own logic. 42. Badam Halwa at Saravana Bhawan, Janpath, CP: This temple of good vegetarian food serves the best badam halwa redolent of shudh desi ghee . 43. Kancha Golla at Annapurna Mishtanna Bhandar, Chandni Chowk: This is the finest address for Bengali sweets. We could list many must-haves, but this the best. 44. Saffron Lassi at Kaleva, Bangla Sahib Road, Gole Market: You can’t spend a summer without it. Nor can you let the winter pass by without their imarti and ghevar. 45. Chocolate Pudding at Angels in My Kitchen, Defence Colony: This is the mouth-watering reason why DefCol residents swear by Angels. 46. Jalebis at old & famous Jalebiwala, Dariba, Chandni Chowk: The man playing video games on his laptop at the counter may not have manners, but people still queue up for the soft jalebis straight out of the vast kadhai. 47. Karachi Halwa at Chaina Ram, Next to Fatehpuri Masjid: This is the last place you’d find this disappearing delicacy, and the near-extinct Sohan Halwa. They deserve to live. 48. Hot Butter Scotch at Nirula’s: We are not being facetious, but this is one buttery treat that is worth every milligram of bad cholesterol. 49. Neembu Soda and Pan at Prince Pan, Greater Kailash-I, M-Block Market
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YOU SET THE CLOCK

Good Morning!!! YOU SET THE CLOCK Around the Year with Emmet Fox March 3 There is nothing in the universe that you cannot do or be if you are mentally ready. People speak of golden opportunities but what we call opportunity is really our own mental readiness. Napoleon said, "Opportunities? I make opportunities'; and while this would be merely a vainglorious boast for one who is not on the spiritual basis, yet when you do understand the Truth of Being, it is simply a statement of fact. The Romans could have had the telephone; the Greeks could have had the cinema; the Babylonians could have had the automobile— had they been mentally ready. The laws of nature were the same in those ages as in ours, the same materials were in the ground— but the minds of the Ancients were not ready for those things, and so, they had to go without them. Supply the necessary mental condition, and the demand, the opportunity, or the occasion, will present itself automatically. Whenever you are ready you will find that everything else is ready too. “Take ye heed, watch and pray: for ye know not when the time is” Mark 13:33
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CLASSMATES AND THE TRICKERY OF LIFE*

CLASSMATES AND THE TRICKERY OF LIFE* There is something both amusing and tragic about classmates. When we are young, sitting side by side on stiff wooden desks, everything feels equal. We wear the same uniforms, complain about the same teachers, and dream the same big dreams. We believe, with the foolish confidence of youth, that life will reward us fairly. That the one who topped the class will top in life, that the one who struggled will always struggle, that effort will always equal success. But life is not a classroom. Life is a trickster, a mischievous storyteller who loves plot twists. Then one day, years later, we meet again at ordinations, weddings, funerals, airports, or by accident at a supermarket. And suddenly, we see what nobody warned us about. The boy who never did his assignments now owns a mansion. The one who won all the academic prizes is still searching for relevance. The one who was always quiet now commands boardrooms, while the one who once led every debate now sits in silence, waiting for an opportunity that refuses to come. And we ask ourselves: how did this happen? Nobody told us that life does not follow the rules of the classroom. That hard work is important, but so is luck. That intelligence is valuable, but connections sometimes matter more. That some rise not because they are the best, but because they were in the right place at the right time. That life does not grade us like exam scripts, it rolls the dice and sometimes, the results are baffling. There is a good side to all of these: no matter how far life scatters us, when classmates meet again, the years disappear. Titles do not matter. Bank accounts do not speak. We laugh over memories of forgotten nicknames, of teachers we swore we would never forget but now struggle to remember. For a brief moment, we return to a time when we were just young with dreams, before life stepped in with its unexpected script. *And just maybe, that is the real lesson: success is not just about who has more, but about who still has a heart that can remember.*
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Wild Life Travel

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The Label?

found this post priceless! Sharing it with you all dear friends. See how profound it is!πŸ˜πŸ™ The Label? During a prank, a student stuck a paper on his classmate's back that said "I’m stupid"; he asked the rest of the class not to tell the boy. Thus the students began laughing throughout the day. Shortly afterwards, mathematics class started and their professor wrote a difficult question on the board. No one was able to answer it except the boy with the sticker. Amid the slight laughs, for he didn’t know why, he walked towards the board and he solved it, the teacher asked the class to clap for him and removed the paper on his back. He told him “It seems that you don’t know about the paper on your back that one of your classmates put and the rest of them kept it a secret.” Then the teacher faced towards the rest of the class and said “Before I give you a punishment, I will tell you 2 things: First, throughout your life, people will put labels on your back with many bad things written on it to stop your progress. If he had known about the paper, he would not have gotten up to answer the question. All you have to do in life is ignore the labels people give you and use every chance you have to progress, learn and improve yourself.” “The second is that, it is clear that he does not have any loyal friends among you all to tell him about removing the paper. It does not matter how many friends you have, it is the Loyalty between you and your friends that matter." If you don't have friends who can defend you behind your back, who can watch over you, protect you and who genuinely care about you, you are better off alone. To the person placing the label, that word you said against the other person to one person may cause a lifetime damage to the person. Don't place tags on people that will destroy someone when it will not build you. Think about it!
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Jai Gurudev

*Yesterday’s Guru Story from Rudrapuja & Rudra Homa with Gurudev in Delhi*🌸 Jai Gurudev I want to share a beautiful Guru story that just unfolded half an hour ago. After the Rudra Puja and Homa at Major Dhyan Chand Stadium today, Sadhvi Ji gave me two Tulsi leaves from the Tulsi Mala that had been offered on the Somnath Jyotirlinga by Gurudev. I held the two small, muddled sacred leaves in my hand as we walked toward the car. Just as we were about to sit inside, a man approached Vinay Ji and requested our help in dropping off a lady who was unable to walk. Standing a little distance away, she was in excruciating pain. We immediately agreed, and with the help of two gentlemen, managed—with great difficulty—to lay her down on her side in the back seat, while her son somehow found space to sit beside her. She was howling in pain, and I asked her son what had happened. He explained that she had undergone spinal surgery. Surprised, I asked why he had brought her to such a large public event. His reply was simple: "To get blessings." I told him he should have taken an appointment. Then, while driving to locate their car, I suddenly remembered the Tulsi leaves in my hand. Breaking off a small portion of one leaf, I gave it to his mother to chew. The moment she ate it, her pain vanished completely! She looked at her son and said she was feeling better. Within five minutes, we reached their car. Astonishingly, she got out on her own, standing upright and smiling from ear to ear. With sheer joy, she exclaimed that her pain had disappeared entirely! Vinay Ji and I had goosebumps. That little leaf, blessed from the Somnath Jyotirlinga Puja, was truly miraculous—Gurudev’s divine Prasadam and Blessings!! thats what the Son had got his mum to get !!! Pranams at the lotus feet of Gurudev. —Hrrveen
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*PERMANENT ADDRESS*- As received . Not mine

08:10 (9 hours ago) to me *A very beautiful story * *PERMANENT ADDRESS* Our joint family home housed 14 of us from ages 5 to 95 years. Today, I watch both the houses abandoned and nature taking over the garden my mother used to tend for hours every day. The Jamun, the Drumstick, a few Ashok, Neem, and Peepal have survived, but all beauty is both transient and fragile, and the law of entropy is powerful. The lovely flowers of myriad colors are all gone. I wonder what happened to the peacock family that came every day and ate from my mom's hand. The Bulbul, the sparrows, the parrots, spotted flycatchers, Cuckoos, a huge troop of monkeys that once in a month would upset the order of the place. *Once people leave, a home becomes a house*. Initially, I did not feel like selling, and now I do not feel like going. Time has taken away ten of its fourteen occupants. I walk around our neighborhood and see a similar fate of so many homes once full of life that are now replaced or lying still. Why do we stretch and stress to build houses? In most cases, our kids won’t need it or worse, fight over it. *What is this human folly of attempting permanent ownership in a leased life with an uncertain tenure given by a landlord whose terms are non-negotiable and there is no court of appeal* One day, all we have built with love and EMIs will either be demolished, fought over, sold, or lie in ruins. Every time I fill out a form that asks for a ‘permanent address’ I smile at human folly. There is a Zen story that an old monk walked into a King's palace demanding he wanted to spend the night in this Inn and the guards told him, “What Inn, can’t you see it a palace?”. The monk said, “I came here a few decades back. Someone was staying there. A few years later, someone else took the throne from him, then someone else. Any place where the occupant keeps changing is an Inn.” George Carlin says *“House is just a place where you keep your stuff as you go out and get more stuff”.* As houses get bigger, families get smaller. *When the house has occupants, we desire privacy, and when the nest empties, we crave company.* Birds and Animals must be laughing at us humans who give up living to build their dream home and, in the end, depart the Inn they mistook as a permanent residence. *The real folly of human desire!* Jay Shree Krushna πŸ™it's natural for us humans to desire but equally important to detach and live a simple life being a good person πŸ˜˜πŸ™Have a restful week ahead The Sun is out nice for a walk.
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*Informational obesity will kill you.*

*Informational obesity will kill you.* “Let me explain. Somewhere in the dark alleys of the internet, a man sits, scrolling. He has read 16 articles since breakfast. He knows why the economy is collapsing, what the stock market will do next, and the exact reason a celebrity was caught cheating. He is drowning in knowledge, and yet, if you ask him to explain any of it, he will pause, scratch his head, and say, “It’s complicated.” This man is sick. Not in the way his doctor understands, but in the way an overfed brain stops working. *He is a victim of informational obesity*: *a condition where a person consumes more knowledge than they can digest, ending up confused, anxious, and painfully misinformed*. The disease is common. It spreads fast. Everyone you know is sick. They read news, they watch debates, they argue online. They have an opinion on everything. They are certain that they are right. But if you lock them in a room and ask them to explain their certainty, they will fumble. Because their knowledge is borrowed. It is second-hand. It is a thin layer of information wrapped around a void. *This is the great irony of the modern world*. *More people know more things than ever before, and yet, real wisdom is dying*. *Thought is being replaced by reaction. Inquiry is being replaced by confidence. People read, not to understand, but to win arguments*. *They consume, not to grow, but to belong*. And here is the worst part: the people who flood you with this information know exactly what they are doing. The tech gods and media kings do not want you to think. They want you to keep scrolling, keep arguing, keep coming back for more. *Your addiction is their profit. Your mental exhaustion is their business model*. So what is the cure? It is not ignorance. Ignorance is the twin of blind knowledge. *The cure is discipline. Read less, but understand more*. *Choose your knowledge the way you choose your food*: carefully, deliberately. *Ask: Does this information make me wiser, or does it only make me feel informed?* *Because in the end, informational obesity is worse than physical obesity*. *A fat body can still think. But a fat mind is just noise pretending to be thought.* *Read less, understand more*
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Monday, 3 March 2025

SPOTLIGHTS

Good Morning!!! SPOTLIGHTS Around the Year with Emmet Fox March 4 To recognize failure intelligently is the first step toward building success. Recognize success with thanksgiving, and build more success on that. You can have anything in life that you really want, but you must be prepared to take the responsibilities that go with it. God is ready the moment you are You really do not know John Smith; you only know the idea that you form of John Smith. “One God and Father of all, who is above all, and through all, and in you all” Ephesians 4:6
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At Mumbai’s Terminal 2 departure area

At Mumbai’s Terminal 2 departure area, a car arrived, and a wheelchair was quickly brought out. Retired Wing Commander Ashok Ketkar was carefully transferred to the wheelchair. An airline attendant began pushing him toward the departure gate, triggering a flood of memories from his past. While serving in the Air Force, Ashok had survived a plane crash but lost both his legs. A veteran of two wars, once soaring through the skies, he was now permanently bound to a wheelchair. However, every year, he traveled to Delhi to meet his old colleagues near India Gate for Republic Day celebrations, a tradition he had followed for years. Yet, for the past few years, traveling to Delhi had become emotionally painful. His colleagues' children had respectable careers, many serving in the military or Air Force. In contrast, Ashok’s only daughter, Bhargavi, had abandoned her studies in her second year of college to marry a man whose terminally ill mother wished to see his wedding before she passed away. Despite Ashok and his wife’s strong objections, Bhargavi went ahead with the marriage, leading Ashok to cut ties with her. It had been five years since. After completing check-in and security formalities, Ashok was escorted to the boarding gate. As per protocol, his wheelchair was brought in first, and he was seated in the front row. As the plane taxied to the runway, he looked outside and reminisced about his flying days. Overcome with emotion, his hands instinctively mimicked gripping a joystick. Tears streamed down his face. Once the plane stabilized in the sky, Ashok requested water. A young boy approached him with a glass, surprising him. Just then, an announcement played over the speakers. **Pilot's Announcement:** "Dear passengers, welcome aboard Flight 6E 6028. Today, we have a very special guest—Retired Wing Commander Ashok Ketkar, seated in 1A. He heroically served India in two wars and played a crucial role in securing victories. Despite losing both legs in an accident, his fighter spirit remains unshaken. He lived by Air Force discipline, following orders even in his personal life. So much so that when his daughter married against his wishes, he severed ties with her. But a daughter never forgets her father... Even after her marriage, Bhargavi continued to keep an eye on her father. After losing her mother-in-law shortly after marriage, she resumed her studies, graduated with top marks, and pursued a prestigious career. Today, despite going against her father’s wishes in marriage, she has fulfilled his dream for her career." Ashok was stunned. The passengers listened intently. Then came another announcement. **Pilot:** "Baba, you always wanted to see me become a pilot. That was your dream, right? Well, today, your dream has come true. This flight is being piloted by none other than your beloved Bhargavi—the very daughter you are angry with. And the little boy who gave you water? That’s my son, Aditya—your grandson." Ashok was overwhelmed with shock and joy. His tear-filled eyes looked at the boy, who smiled innocently. He picked Aditya up and hugged him tightly. Meanwhile, Bhargavi, holding a mic, walked toward him, tears streaming down her face. **Bhargavi:** "Baba, I’m sorry. I went against your wishes, but the circumstances left me no choice. And Baba, Rahul is a wonderful man—he now holds a high position in an MNC. We live in Delhi. When I heard from Mom that you were flying to Delhi today, I requested this flight assignment so I could see you. Baba, please forgive me. I am so proud of you. That’s why, today, as a commercial pilot, I salute you, a fighter pilot." She stood at attention and saluted. The entire flight crew and passengers joined in. Then, she sat beside Ashok and hugged him, sobbing. Her tears soaked his shirt. **Aditya:** "Grandpa, I want to be a fighter pilot like you and serve my country! Mommy tells me your stories every day." Hearing this, Ashok’s heart swelled with pride. Meanwhile, the co-pilot announced the plane’s descent. Bhargavi returned to the cockpit, and Ashok, now sitting beside Aditya, enthusiastically explained the landing procedures as the plane descended. The golden sunset bathed three generations of pilots—one past, one present, and one future—in its warm glow. Though the plane was landing, Ashok Ketkar’s life had just taken off once again… Toooooo touching…
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