Tuesday, October 20, 2009

It only Happens in India

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Only in India

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Only in each country of the world

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Rudaali

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Wednesday, October 14, 2009

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www.raghudon.com is my personal fiefdom where I shall write what is to be written by me! It’s a place where I shall be writing what comes to my mind. Some of the topics will be:

 

Inspiring biographies

Inspiring stories

Photographs

Jokes

Technical information

Provoking Discussions. I will post my views as well as friends here.

 

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Thanks

 

Raghu

 

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Guts or Balls

GUTS OR  BALLS

We've all heard about people having guts or balls.  But do you really
know the difference between them?

In an effort to keep you informed. the definition of each is listed below.....

GUTS - is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being met by your wife with a broom, and having the guts to ask;
"Are you still cleaning, or are you flying somewhere?"

 
Balls - is coming home late after a night out with the guys, smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the butt
and having the balls to say; "You're next."

 
I hope this clears up any confusion on the definitions.
Medically speaking. There is no difference in the outcome since both
ultimately result in a very painful death.

 

 

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Value of Time

17th October 2006

 

Time is very important to all of us… we often say, I wish I had more time… but do we really value our time? I am sure that if we manage the 24 hours we have,,, we can achieve 3 times as much as we do so now…. I for one am a poor time manager…. Also please read the lyrics of the song below this quote….

 

Contributed by Raju Bist

 

To realize

       The value of a sister

       Ask someone Who doesn't have one.

 

       To realize

       The value of ten years:

       Ask a newly

       Divorced couple.

 

       To realize

       The value of four years:

       Ask a graduate.

 

       To realize

       The value of one year:

       Ask a student who

       Has failed a final exam.

 

       To realize

       The value of nine months:

       Ask a mother who gave birth to a still born.

 

       To realize

       The value of one month:

       Ask a mother

       who has given birth to

       A premature baby.

 

       To realize

       The value of one week:

       Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.

 

       To realize

       The value of one hour:

       Ask the lovers who are waiting to Meet.

 

       To realize

       The value of one minute:

       Ask a person

       Who has missed the train, bus or plane.

 

       To realize

       The value of one-second:

       Ask a person

       Who has survived an accident...

 

       To! realize

       The value of one millisecond:

       As k the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics

 

       Time waits for no one.

 

       Treasure every moment you have.

       You will treasure it even more when

 

 

Theres a song by Pink Floyd, “Time” from the Dark Side of the Moon which is a great one ….I always derieve

 

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
And then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun

And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to nought
Or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone
The song is over
Thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells

 

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