A Solution to Unhappy Employees

As an early emperor in Xia dynasty said "A picture speaks a thousand words" - I came across this picture which says it all. :-)

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Socialism - A Theory

I am not sure of the authenticity of this - but found it worth a couple minutes and a ponder. It is interesting to see how the educationalists give a first hand experience to the students which is just enough to imbibe the lesson and not severe enough to ruin too much.

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The late Adrian Rogers said, "you cannot multiply wealth by dividing it."

An economics professor at a local college made a statement that he had never failed a single student before, but had once failed an entire class.

That class had insisted that Obama's socialism worked and that no one would be poor and no one would be rich, a great equalizer. The professor then said, "OK, we will have an experiment in this class on Obama's plan".

All grades would be averaged and everyone would receive the same grade so no one would fail and no one would receive an A.

After the first test, the grades were averaged and everyone got a B. The students who studied hard were upset and the students who studied little were happy.

As the second test rolled around, the students who studied little had studied even less and the ones who studied hard decided they wanted a free ride too so they studied little. The second test average was a D! No one was happy.

When the 3rd test rolled around, the average was an F. The scores never increased as bickering, blame and name-calling all resulted in hard feelings and no one would study for the benefit of anyone else.

All failed, to their great surprise, and the professor told them that socialism would also ultimately fail because when the reward is great, the effort to succeed is great but when government takes all the reward away, no one will try or want to succeed.

Could not be any simpler than that.... :-)

The Law of the Garbage Truck - A Short Story

A quote said it very rightly - "Life is 10% what you make and 90% how you take!" I bumped into this story the other day and its worth a read.

The Law of the Garbage Truck
One day, I hopped into a taxi and took off for the airport . We were driving in the right lane when suddenly, a black car, jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed the brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. I mean, was really friendly. So I asked, "Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!" This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call,'The Law of the Garbage Truck'He explained, "



Many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you. NEVER take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on with the routine life." Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home or on the streets.



The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day. Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so..... 'Love the people who treat you right.. Pray for the ones who don't.'

Effort : A Management Lesson

Came across this in a forwarded message - worth sharing.

Effort:
The ship's owners tried one expert after another, but none of them could figure out how to fix the engine. Then they brought in an old man who had been fixing ships since he was a youngster.
He carried a large bag of tools with him, and when he arrived, he immediately went to work. He inspected the engine very carefully, top to bottom. Two of the ship's owners were there, watching this man, hoping he would know what to do.

After looking things over, the old man reached into his bag and pulled out a small hammer. He gently tapped something. Instantly, the engine lurched into life. He carefully put his hammer away. The engine was fixed!

A week later, the owners received a bill from the old man for ten thousand dollars. "What!" the owners exclaimed. "He hardly did anything!" So they wrote the old man a note saying, "Please send us an itemized bill."

The man sent a bill that read:


Tapping with a hammer ............ ......... .. $ 2.00
Knowing where to tap ............ ......... .... $9998.00


Morale of the story:
Effort is important, but knowing where and when to make an effort in your life makes a difference.

Manhattan - Appearances could be deceiving

I recently had to move to Jersey City - I will be staying for 3 more weeks for sure - while during my vacation to India. Since I was kind of jobless thought not to leg the opportunity despite the fact that I hate Jersey City for being crowded with Indians!!

Anyways, I had to run an errand to Sapient office at NYC and it was a thought provoking ride for me. Tall glossy buildings and pied vivid lights of Manhattan are absolutely captivating. Bridges in the NYC are famous of its own strength, traffic and history. Millions of tourists just come and visit the place to ensure completeness of their travel. The place has been a financial hub for the world since centuries. These are a few things which add to the sanguine of the city.

However, the most populated urban area has its own darker side. Probably only the ones who have to face it every day will be the ones who can relate to it. Poverty, dirty streets, puddles on the road, lack of discipline, high crime rate are very common things to be noticed if you just take regular street walks. Human greed is at its peak and material things define the success of an individual's life here. Kinda strange to know that people while passing by fails to acknowledge your presence.

Within 4 days of my arrival I am already dreadful about the risk that mechanical life may run over my suburban routine full of life - not sure how will I will be able to face 3.5 more weeks!!

While taking a walk back home, I clicked this glorious pic - it looks really nice. However... the reality - so deceiving!!

Some promises are better not ketp!

I was watching this movie "Gone Baby Gone" yesterday and the end of the movie made me think if not startled me. You got to watch this movie before you read this further. Else you probably will miss the point where I am coming from

The movie is all about child abduction in Boston area. Having lived here for almost 3 years now - I can relate to the place and hence connect to such movies better. Ben Afflec has directed this movie and Casey Affleck plays married private detective helping investigate a little girl's kidnapping case. The mother of the missing girl is a drug addicted careless b****ch.

During the process of helping solve the case, Patrick Kenzie - the private detective promises the sloppy mother that he will find the child. As it appears the child kidnapping was a set up and a high ranking police officer (Morgan Freeman) was involved in it. The high ranking police officer did have good intentions to give the child a good life but the private detective Patrick Kenzie finds it out - informs the state police of Mass and gets the child back to her mother and the people involved in the girl's rescue (from unwise drug addicted mother) went to jail.

I don't know why all the movies shot around Boston area are kinda ending on a sad note - I remember The Departed also ending in a shoot out leaving Leonardo DiCaprio (Billy Costigan) dead...

What I quite didn't get is why Patrick Patrick Kenzie could not keep shut about the truth about the staged kidnapping of the girl.

1. The child was happy with new foster parents - so to call them.
2. He knew his wife - his fellow detective (Michelle Monaghan) would leave him for doing this...
3. He got two senior detectives killed during the investigation
4. And finally he virtually killed the soul of the girl by sending her back to her mother..

I am still wondering...

1. Was it his ego or that he wanted to take a revenge for a high ranking police officer just fooled him brilliantly
2. Or was it that the promise he made was more important than the ones' lives which revolved around lil girl?
3. Or was it the fact that he couldn't handle the truth

The movie is so well made - I couldn't refrain from getting myself involved into it completely. The obvious lesson I couldn't miss was "there are some promises better not kept."

Cost of miracle - A Short Story...

I have been a little upset due to a couple of back to back rough weeks. Sometimes it was the terrorists attackes, some times how the economy was messed up, sometimes personal finances and sometimes the series of occurances at professional and person front... Amidst all - I bumped into a very nice story, I couldn't refrain from posting. 3 minutes to read would be well spent. :-)

PS: I know the story below is a peiece of fiction - so please do not waste your time in googling out the facts about it. *I already have done that* ;-)

PSS: What is more important is morale of the story - a little faith will keep up going. Don't miss on that. :-)

The story - Cost of miracle

A little girl (Tess) went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door.
She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention but he was too busy at this moment.
Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise.
Nothing.
She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster!
No good.
Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter.
That did it!
"And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. "I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages," he said without waiting for a reply to
his question.


"Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. "He's really, really sick... and I want to buy a miracle."
''I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist.
"His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?"
"We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you," the pharmacist said, softening a little.
"Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs." Tess urged her argument one more .
The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does your brother need?"
I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes welling up. "I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money."
"How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago.
"One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered barely audibly. "And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to."
"Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. "A dollar and eleven cents--- the exact price of a miracle for little brothers."
He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have
the miracle you need."
That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.

"That surgery," her Mom whispered. "was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?"
Tess smiled.. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost...one dollar and eleven cents ..... plus the faith of a little child..