$ A Fairy 4rm Fairyland [Tale]

Many years ago in a small Indian village, a farmer had the misfortune of owing a large sum of money to a village moneylender. The Moneylender, who was old, fat and ugly, fancied the farmer's beautiful daughter.

So he proposed a bargain.

He said he would forego the farmer's debt if he could marry his Daughter. Both the farmer and his daughter were horrified by the Proposal.

So the cunning moneylender suggested that they let Providence decide the matter. He told them that he would put a black Pebble and a white pebble into an empty moneybag. Then the girl would have to pick one pebble from the bag.

If she picked the black pebble, she would become his wife and her father's debt would be forgiven.

If she picked the white pebble she need not marry him and her father's debt would still be forgiven.

But if she refused to pick a pebble, her father would be thrown into Jail.

They were standing on a pebble-strewn path in the farmer's field. As they talked, the moneylender bent over to pick up two pebbles. As he picked them up, the sharp-eyed girl noticed that he had picked up two Black pebbles and put them into the bag.

He then asked the girl to pick A pebble from the bag.

Now, imagine that you were standing in the field. What would you have done if you were the girl? If you had to advise her, what would you have told her?

Careful analysis would produce three possibilities:

The girl should refuse to take a pebble.

The girl should show that there were two black pebbles in the bag and expose the moneylender as a cheat.

The girl should pick a black pebble and sacrifice herself in order to save her father from his debt and imprisonment.

Take a moment to ponder over the story. The above story is used with the hope that it will make us appreciate the difference between lateral and logical thinking.

The girl's dilemma cannot be solved with traditional logical thinking. Think of the consequences if she chooses the above logical answers.

What would you recommend to the Girl to do?

Well, here is what she did....

The girl put her hand into the moneybag and drew out a pebble. Without looking at it, she fumbled and let it fall onto the pebble-strewn path where it immediately became lost among all the other pebbles.


"Oh, how clumsy of me," she said. "But never mind, if you look into the Bag for the one that is left, you will be able to tell which pebble I Picked."

Since the remaining pebble is black, it must be assumed that she had picked the white one. And since the moneylender dared not admit his Dishonesty, the girl changed what seemed an impossible situation into an extremely advantageous one.


MORAL OF THE STORY: Most complex problems do have a solution.
It is only that we don't attempt to think.

A man is but a product of his thoughts. - M. K. Gandhi -

$ Murphy's laws on girls !!! [Nice]

1. If u think a girl is beautiful, she'll always have a boyfriend toconfirm that

2. the nicer she is...the quicker u will be dumped!!!!!

3. The more the makeup, worse the looks...

4. "99% of the girls in this world are beautiful. Remaining 1%would always be in your company."... ......... .....100% true

5. The guy standing next to a beautiful girl can never be her brother.

6. If by any chance the girl you like , likes you too, she willlet you know in about 10 years from now ,when you are committed..

7. The more you ignore a girl, the more she'll want to be friends with you.

8. Theory of relativity.. ....The more u run towards a hot chick....the more she goes away from u...

9. Rule 1:Even if you got her out alone... just when you are about to let her know about your feelings...she will spot a long lost friend( I guess from Kumbhka Mela)Corollary to rule 1:The more desperate you are to tell your feelings to a girl on a privatechat, the more probability the long lost friend she discovered is a handsome superman, who beats you in everything 9:1Axiom 1:The more dedicated you are to the girl, the longer it takes before thingswork out, but ultimately it will (somesmile for the guys)

10. the day the chick you really like comes and speaks to you will be the day when-1. You are dressed badly2. You forgot to brush your teeth for the first time in your life 3. Havea bad hair day

11. all the good girls are either nuns or married .the rest goaround with u and ruin ur money,health and leave u a total wreck.

12. the more seriously u like a girl...the more seriously her dadwill hate u

13. the love you shower a girl with is directly proportional to the number of bullets her dad will be showering at you*


THE END

$ Performance counts [Fun]

Priest dies and is waiting in line at the Pearly Gates.
Ahead of him is a guy who's dressed in sunglasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket and jeans.
Saint Peter addresses him, "Who are you, so that I may know whether or not to admit you into the Kingdom of Heaven ?"
The guy replies, "I'm Joe Cohen, taxi driver, from New York ."
Saint Peter consults his list. He smiles and says to the taxi driver,
"Take this silken robe and golden staff and enter the Kingdom of Heaven ."
Now it's the priest's turn. He stands erect and booms out, "I am the Right
Reverend Joseph Snow, pastor of Saint Mary's for the last forty-three years."
Saint Peter consults his list. He says to the priest, "Take this cotton robe and wooden staff and enter the Kingdom of Heaven ."
"Just a minute," says the priest. "That man was a taxi driver. Why does he get a silken robe and golden staff?"
"Results," shrugged Saint Peter....... .... "While you preached, people slept. When he drove, people prayed."
Moral of the story:
It's Performance, Not Position that Counts!!!!

$ Love story of infosys mentor [love]

> >
> > Love Story of Narayana Murthy [infosys] and Sudha (From Sudha's
> Autobiography)
> >
> >
> > It was in Pune that I met Narayan Murty through my friend Prasanna
> > who
is
> now the Wipro chief, who was also training in Telco. Most of the books
that
> Prasanna lent me had Murty's name on them which meant that I had a
> preconceived image of the man. Contrary to expectation, Murty was shy,
> bespectacled and an introvert. When he invited us for dinner, I was a
> bit taken aback as I thought the young man was making a very fast
move.
> > I refused since I was the only girl in the group. But Murty was
relentless
> and we all decided to meet for dinner the next day at 7.30 p.m. at
> Green Fields hotel on the Main Road, Pune.
> >
> >
> > The next day I went there at 7' oclock since I had to go to the
> > tailor
> near the hotel. And what do I see? Mr. Murty waiting in front of the
> hotel and it was only seven. Till today, Murty maintains that I had
> mentioned
> (consciously!) that I would be going to the tailor at 7 so that I
> could
meet
> him...And I maintain that I did not say any such thing consciously or
> unconsciously because I did not think of Murty as anything other than
> a friend at that stage. We have agreed to disagree on this matter.
> >
> >
> > Soon, we became friends. Our conversations were filled with Murty's
> experiences abroad and the books that he has read. My friends insisted
that
> Murty as trying to impress me because he was interested in me. I kept
> denying it till one fine day, after dinner Murty said, I want to tell
> you something. I knew this as it. It was coming. He said, I am 5'4"
tall.
> > I come from a lower middle class family. I can never become rich in
> > my
> life an! d I can never give you any riches. You are beautiful, bright,
> and intelligent and you can get anyone you want. But will you marry
> me? I
asked
> Murty to give me some time for an answer. My father didn't want me to
marry
> a wannabe politician, (a communist at that) who didn't have a steady
> job
and
> wanted to build an orphanage...
> >
> > When I went to Hubli I told my parents about Murty and his proposal.
> > My
> mother was positive since Murty was also from Karnataka, seemed
intelligent
> and comes from a good family. But my father asked: What's his job, his
> salary, his qualifications etc? Murty was working as a research
> assistant and was earning less than me. He was willing to go dutch
> with me on our outings. My parents agreed to meet Murty in Pune on a
> particular day at10
a.
> m sharp. Murty did not turn up. How can I trust a man to take care of
> my daughter if he cannot keep an appointment, asked my father?
> >
> >
> >
> > At 12noon Murty turned up in a bright red shirt! He had gone on work
> > to
> Bombay, was stuck in a traffic jam on the ghats, so he hired a taxi
(though
> it was very expensive for him) to meet his would-be father-in-law.
> Father was unimpressed. My father asked him what he wanted to become
in life.
> > Murty said he wanted to become a politician in the communist party
> > and
> wanted to open an orphanage. My father gave his verdict. NO. I don't
> want
my
> daughter to marry somebody who wants to become a communist and then
> open
an
> orphanage when he himself didn't have money to support his family.
> >
> > Ironically, today, I have opened many orphanages something, which
> > Murty
> wanted to do 25 years ago. By this time I realized I had developed a
liking
> towards Murty which could only be termed as love. I wanted to marry
> Murty because he is an honest man. He proposed to me highlighting the
> negatives
in
> his life. I promised my father that I will not marry Murty without his
> blessings though at the same time, I cannot marry anybody else. My
> father said he would agree if Murty promised to take up a steady job.
> But Murty refused saying he will not do things in life because
> somebody wanted him
to.
> So, I was caught between the two most important people in my life.
> >
> > The stalemate continued for three years during which our courtship
> > took
us
> to every restaurant and cinema hall in Pune. In those days, Murty was
always
> broke. Moreover, he didn't earn much to manage. Ironically today, he
manages
> Infosys Technologies Ltd., one of the world's most reputed companies.
> He always owed me money. We used to go for dinner and he would say, I
> don't have money with me, you pay my share, I will return it to you
> later. For three years I maintained a book on Murty's debt to me.. No,
> he never returned the money and I finally tore it up after my wedding.
> The amount
was
> a little over Rs 4000. During this interim period Murty quit his job
> as research assistant and started his own software business. Now, I
> had to
pay
> his salary too! Towards the late 70s computers were entering India in
> a
big
> way.
> >
> > During the fag end of 1977 Murty decided to take up a job as General
> Manager at Patni Computers in Bombay. But before he joined the company
> he wanted to marry me since he was to go on training to the US after
joining.
> My father gave in as he was happy Murty had a decent job, now.
> >
> > WE WERE MARRIED IN MURTY'S HOUSE IN BANGALORE ON FEBRUARY 10, 1978
> > WITH
> ONLY OUR TWO FAMILIES PRESENT.I GOT MY FIRST SILK SARI. THE WEDDING
EXPENSES
> CAME TO ONLY RS 800 (US $17) WITH MURTY AND I POOLING IN RS 400 EACH.
> >
> >
> > I went to the US with Murty after marriage. Murty encouraged me to
> > see
> America on my own because I loved travelling. I toured America for
> three months on backpack and had interesting experiences which will
> remain
freshin
> my mind forever. Like the time when the New York police took me into
custody
> because they thought I was an Italian trafficking drugs in Harlem . Or
> the time when I spent the night at the bottom of the Grand Canyon with
> an old couple. Murty panicked because he couldn't get a response from
> my hotel
room
> even at midnight. He thought I was either killed or kidnapped.
> >
> >
> > IN 1981 MURTY WANTED TO START INFOSYS. HE HAD A VISION AND ZERO
> CAPITAL...initially I was very apprehensive about Murty getting into
> business. We did not have any business background... Moreover we were
living
> a comfortable life in Bombay with a regular pay check and I didn't
> want to rock the boat. But Murty was passionate about creating good
> quality software. I decided to support him. Typical of Murty, he just
> had a dream and no money. So I gave him Rs 10,000 which I had saved
> for a rainy day, without his knowledge and told him, This is all I
> have. Take it. I give
you
> three years sabbatical leave. I will take care of the financial needs
> of
our
> house. You go and chase your dreams without any worry. But you have
> only three years!
> >
> >
> >
> > Murty and his six colleagues started Infosys in 1981,with enormous
> interest and hard work. In 1982 I left Telco and moved to Pune with
Murty.
> We bought a small house on loan which also became the Infosys office.
> I
was
> a clerk-cum-cook-cum-programmer. I also took up a job as Senior
> Systems Analyst with Walchand group of Industries to support the
> house. In 1983 Infosys got their first client, MICO, in Bangalore .
> Murty moved to Bangalore and stayed with his mother while I went to
> Hubli to deliver my second child, Rohan. Ten days after my son was b!
> orn, Murty left for the
US
> on project work. I saw him only after a year, as I was unable to join
Murty
> in the US because my son had infantile eczema, an allergy to
vaccinations.
> So for more than a year I did not step outside our home for fear of my
> son contracting an infection. It was only after Rohan got all his
> vaccinations that I came to Bangalore where we rented a small house in
> Jayanagar and rented another house as Infosys headquarters. My father
> presented Murty a scooter to commute. I once again became a cook,
> programmer, clerk, secretary, office assistant et al. Nandan Nilekani
> (MD of Infosys) and his wife Rohini stayed with us. While Rohini
> babysat my son, I wrote programs for Infosys. There was no car, no
> phone, and just two kids and a bunch of
us
> working hard, juggling our lives and having fun while Infosys was
> taking shape. It was not only me but also the wives of other partners
> too who
gave
> their unstinted support. We all knew that our men were trying to build
> something good.
> >
> > It was like a big joint family,taking care and looking out for one
> another. I still remember Sudha Gopalakrishna looking after my
> daughter Akshata with all care and love while Kumari Shibulal cooked
for all of us.
> Murty made it very clear that it would either be me or him working at
> Infosys. Never the two of us together... I was involved with Infosys
> initially.
> >
> >
> > Nandan Nilekani suggested I should be on the Board but Murty said he
> > did
> not want a husband and wife team at Infosys. I was shocked since I had
> the relevant experience and technical qualifications. He said, Sudha
> if you
want
> to work with Infosys, I will withdraw, happily. I was pained to know
> that
I
> will not be involved in the company my husband was building and that I
would
> have to give up a job that I am qualified to do and love doing.
> >
> >
> >
> > It took me a couple of days to grasp the reason behind Murty's
request..
I
> realized that to make Infosys a success one had to give one's 100
percent.
> One had to be focussed on it alone with no other distractions. If the
> two
of
> us had to give 100 percent to Infosys then what would happen to our
> home
and
> our children? One of us had to take care of our home while the other
> took care of Infosys.
> >
> >
> >
> > I opted to be a homemaker, after all Infosys was Murty's dream. It
> > was a
> big sacrificebut it was one that had to be made. Even today, Murty
> says, Sudha, I stepped on your career to make mine. You are
> responsible for my success.
> >
> > Great na.... That's the Power of Love.
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > Every man need a women to motivate him and to give him a reason to
> live....