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My friends and I were discussing the other day about the increasing prevalence and popularity of children in media and entertainment, especially TV shows. A practice which started with talent competitions has now become a part of everyday entertainment. These days there are a number of dance and music talent competitions especially for children. Similarly, children are becoming the central

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Last night i saw the movie 2012..no, am not writing a review of the movie here. While thinking about the movie a simple thought came to my mind: how circumstances can change our views and feelings drastically. Though the movie doesnt bring it out explicitly, but if we see carefully, it shows how people come together in tough times. A couple who had parted long time back, come together when they

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LUCK!! The movie truly follows its title from the beginning till the end, but I don’t think there is anything else worthwhile to watch in the movie. The viewer is in fact reminded about the title every five minutes. One can actually take a click to count the number of times the title comes in the dialogues. The introduction of the movie is with some stunts, but they fail to get the impact. The

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One day a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people live. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family. On their return from the trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?" "It was great, Dad". "Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked. "Oh

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As I fly back to Lucknow, reflecting on the two months passed by, just one song comes to the mind “Aankhon mein sapne liye ghar se hum chal to diye, jaane ye raahein ab le jayengi ki kahan…” though this seems to be slightly out of context, and some may feel that this song was appropriate when I was coming to Mumbai..but when you look deeper the song might just suit me… I came to Mumbai on 6th

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Hmmmm…so sits been a long time, sinces I updated my blog..two months in Mumbai and just one post, not fair!! So, less than two weeks left now…things must have definitely changed or let me say, improved, since I last wrote about Mumbai. I am sure many people must be happy to see the word ‘improve’ above…yah, I don’t dislike Mumbai as I used to do in the starting….and now the three of us have even

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If you ask me one line on how I find Mumbai, I might just say….’I don’t like it at all’…not very surprising! Infact, many people I know, feel the same, they are just waiting to go back…be it my friends of IIML or my co-interns…so what do I attribute this to…my first four days in Mumbai, when I was without any place to stay, the crammed spaces out here, me losing my cell, falling ill, etc etc…But

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I drive through the silent darkness, all alone,If I don’t see you in time, I’ll surely break a bone!God knows what was in the mind of your maker,All hail thee, You are the mighty Speed Breaker!Unmoving on the road, you lay in your slumber,10-to-1, even the mighty buffaloes you outnumber!Instead of warning us to be careful and slowly tread,Why do you put up a sign that says “Hump Ahead?”And then

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Some time ago, a friend of mine punished his 4 year old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the small child tried to decorate a box to put under the tree. Nevertheless the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said "This is for you Daddy."He was embarrassed by his earlier over reaction... He opened the box

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Who knew dirty air could be such good business? Last year, the global carbon credit market topped $30 billion, and traders exchanged more than 1.6 billion metric tons of CO2 emission permits worldwide.Unlike the rest of the world, however, the U.S. remained largely skeptical of carbon trading. Long after the EU adopted the Kyoto Protocol, they refrained from implementing any mandatory emissions

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”People think focus means saying yes to the thing you’ve go to focus on. But that’s not what it means at all. It means saying no to the 100 other good ideas that there are. You have to pick carefully.”

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"The Work is simply four questions that, when applied to a specific problem, enable you to see what is troubling you in an entirely different light. It's not the problem that causes our suffering; it's our thinking about the problem. Contrary to popular belief, trying to let go of a painful thought never works; instead, once we have done The Work the thought lets go of us. At that point, we can

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There once was a little boy who had a bad temper.His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence.Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger,the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his

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One beautiful spring day a red rose blossomed in a forest. Many kinds of trees and plants grew there. As the rose looked around, a pine tree nearby said, "What a beautiful flower. I wish I was that lovely."Another tree said, "Dear pine, do not be sad, we can not have everything."The rose turned its head and remarked, "It seems that I am the most beautiful plant in this forest."A sunflower raised

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Address by Subroto Bagchi, Chief Operating Officer, MindTree Consulting at the Indian Institute of Management, Bangalore (IIM-B) on defining success.I was the last child of a small-time government servant, in a family of five brothers. My earliest memory of my father is as that of a District Employment Officer in Koraput, Orissa. It was and remains as back of beyond as you can imagine. There was

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These are some commonly agreed upon facts related to education. First, it is an investment and the benefits arise much after the costs have been paid. It therefore requires foresight and will, and also disposable resources. Second, it is a process which takes time. The time taken can be somewhat shortened if sufficient resources are available but it cannot be arbitrarily speeded up. Third, the

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B Raman is the one to read to understand matters of security. His analysis is accurate and dispassionate. So do yourself a favor and read his recent paper (March 8th) at the South Asia Analysis Group site on “Aurangzebs of Today.” He delves into the history of how Aurangzeb is perceived in Pakistan and why. Here’s Mr Raman: 3. The Pakistani jihadi organisations such as the Lashkar-e-Toiba (LET),

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Placements!! the current buzz on campus. People are worried whether they will get one of their dream companies or not, or the best one they have in hand!! everyone knows they will get placed in some company, but how good or bad that will be, what is the package, what is the profile, the location.....and the list goes on..This is the scene at one of the most prestigious institutes of the country.

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The world has come a long way since the 1960s when the future was defined by one word – “plastics” – as Mr McGuire advised the young graduate Ben. Now the future is defined by another word and the word is “information.” Plastics was a wonder product of the world of industrial technology which fundamentally transformed the world of objects. Information is the new thing, the product of information

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Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,Who never to himself hath said,“This is my own, my native land!”Whose heart hath ne’er within him burned,As home his footsteps he hath turned,From wandering on a foreign strand!If such there breathe, go, mark him well;For him no Minstrel raptures swell;High though his titles, proud his name,Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;Despite those titles,

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Love can be illustrated by a triangle, of which the first angle at the base is fearlessness. So long as there is fear, it is not love. Love banishes all fear. A mother with her baby will face a tiger to save her child. The second angle is that love never asks, never begs. The third or the apex is that love loves for the sake of love itself. Even the idea of object vanishes. Love is the only form

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...every individual necessarily labours to render the annual revenue of the society as great as he can. He generally, indeed, neither intends to promote the public interest, nor knows how much he is promoting it. By preferring the support of domestic to that of foreign industry, he intends only his own security; and by directing that industry in such a manner as its produce may be of the

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We see a star and admire its glitter,the twinkle catching our eye,and all through our lives, we only see the twinkle,whenever we see the star.We know but fail to see,that all it takes to be a star,is an unending fire.A fire thats beneath the surface,the fire that made it the star it is.And had we seen the star this way, we might as well have woken up to the fact,that the only thing separating us

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" Kabhi kisi ko mukammal jahan nahin milta, Kahin zameen to kahin aasman nahin milta. Tere jahan mein aisa nahin ki pyar na ho, Jahan umeed ho utna wahan nahin milta....." - Nida Fazli

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Friendship and love defined in a single photo.......

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