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(must admit, it's pretty good)&lt;br /&gt;We always hear "the rules" from the female side.. Now here are the rules from the male side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are our rules! Please note.. these are all numbered "1" ON PURPOSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Men are NOT mind readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn to work the toilet seat.. You're a big girl.. If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sunday sports It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Crying is blackmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ask for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;Let us be clear on this one:&lt;br /&gt;Subtle hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;Strong hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;Obvious hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;Just say it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do.. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become Null and void after 7 Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You can either ask us to do something Or tell us how you want it done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," We will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, Expect an answer you don't want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine..Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as cricket or motor sports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have enough clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have too many shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am in shape. Round IS a shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 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Angry and resentful about her situation, she had decided that she would rather die than to live another year in prison. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years she had become good friends with one of the prison caretakers. His job, among others, was to bury those prisoners who died in a graveyard just outside the prison walls. When a prisoner died, the caretaker rang a bell, which was heard by everyone. The caretaker then got the body and put it in a casket. Next, he entered his office to fill out the death certificate before returning to the casket to nail the lid shut. Finally, he put the casket on a wagon to take it to the graveyard and bury it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing this routine, the woman devised an escape plan and shared it with the caretaker. The next time the bell rang; the woman would leave her cell and sneak into the dark room where the coffins were kept. She would slip into the coffin with the dead body while the caretaker was filling out the death certificate. When the care-taker returned, he would nail the lid shut and take the coffin outside the prison with the woman in the coffin along with the dead body. He would then bury the coffin. The woman knew there would be enough air for her to breathe until later in the evening when the caretaker would return to the graveyard under the cover of darkness, dig up the coffin, open it, and set her free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caretaker was reluctant to go along with this plan, but since he and the woman had become good friends over the years, he agreed to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman waited several weeks before someone in the prison died. She was asleep in her cell when she heard the death bell ring. She got up and slowly walked down the hallway. She was nearly caught a couple of times. Her heart was beating fast. She opened the door to the darkened room where the coffins were kept. Quietly in the dark, she found the coffin that contained the dead body, carefully climbed into the coffin and pulled the lid shut to wait for the caretaker to come and nail the lid shut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon she heard footsteps and the pounding of the hammer and nails. Even though she was very uncomfortable in the coffin with the dead body, she knew that with each nail she was one step closer to freedom. The coffin was lifted onto the wagon and taken outside to the graveyard. She could feel the coffin being lowered into the ground. She didn't make a sound as the coffin hit the bottom of the grave with a thud. Finally she heard the dirt dropping onto the top of the wooden coffin, and she knew that it was only a matter of time until she would be free at last. After several minutes of absolute silence, she began to laugh. She was free! She was free! Feeling curious, she decided to light a match to find out the identity of the dead prisoner beside her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To her horror, she discovered that she was lying next to the dead caretaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people believe they have life all figured out..... but sometimes it just doesn't turn out the way they planned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of a 'Plan B'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614776081650658073-1625810716098543932?l=sprockee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Amidst this turmoil, where else to look for inspiration than our own Bhagwad Gita. Indeed All one needs to do is just scratch the surface of this reservoir of wisdom to unearth one beautiful pearl after another. So here is the list of Seven Habits of the Toughest People who outlast the tough times. This doctrine will stand everyone in good stead not only during the current times but indeed for all times to come:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yuktahar Viharasya Yukta Cheshtasya Karmasuâ(Exercise Moderation)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Take the middle path rather than any extreme. Reuse before recycling. Spread your eggs in various baskets. Spend wisely. Monitor expenses. Differentiate wants from needs.&lt;br /&gt;Revise targets, Reset expectations, Revisit the plans, Refine goals. Make your time count, Make your resource count, Make your money count, Manage waste.&lt;br /&gt;Be disciplined in your approach and processes you follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Swadharme Nidhanam Shreyah Paradharmo Bhayavahah(Focus on your core competency)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Use the available resources to introspect, re-invent yourself and focus on your core competencies. Identify your Swa-Dharma which is nothing but servicing those market needs that you are best at fulfilling. Recession or No-recession, the world has to go on. Figure out where your piece in the jig-saw puzzle and play in the space where you will continue to be useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Na Hi Dnyanen Sadrisham Pavitram Iha Vidyateâ(Multi-skill/Up-skill)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;If you have time to spare because production is down, Use it to build your production capacity. In other words, re-charge, overhaul, upgrade, build additional features in your production engine/service delivery model that will enable you to give your customers more for less â not in current times but even when markets hot up later. Create that balance between your Production and Production Capacity as enumerated by Stephen Covey, remember, Knowledge is Power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yogah Karmasu Kaushalamâ(Inculcate Quality as the Way of Life)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Follow Karma Yoga - Do the Right thing in the Right place at Right Time.&lt;br /&gt;Let Quality be hallmark of all your products, processes and services. Today times may be recessionary, but when did customers ever not want value for their money? When was the expectation faster, cheaper, better not there? Quality of products, processes and services will ensure faster time to market, right product in the market and reduced cycle time â€“ first time, every time. After all, what you are selling to customers are experiences that enrich their lives. So let Quality be the Culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Karmanyev Aadhikaraste Ma Phaleshu Kadachanâ(Control the Controllable)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;Control how you spend, control what you do, respond to the situation â not react.&lt;br /&gt;Belives in the natural laws of Karma, of Action, and Reaction. If you do the Right thing, the result will have to be Right â in whatever shape or form it may occur. So take it one day at a time, One transaction at a time, One act at a time, One thought at a time and just keep your focus on responding appropriately. In cricket, the bowler has to keep pitching the ball in the right spot all the time. If he does that, it is just a matter of time before the conditions induce the batsman in losing his wicket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Udharet Atman Atmanam Natmanam Avasadayetâ(Be the Change You Want See)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;You are the master of your own destiny - market conditions notwithstanding! Create positive spirals. Make one good thing dovetail into the other. Start with positive resolutions, manage your time, mange your resources, manage your stakeholders, manage your emotions, manage your expectations, manage your professional and personal life. As Sir Winston Churchill kept telling the beleaguered Britain during the Second World War - Never, Never, Never, Never Give Up.&lt;br /&gt;Also above all love yourself first so that you can able to love others, Eat well, Drink well. Sleep tight like a baby. Exercise. Meditate. Love your near and dear ones. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love your work not your company&lt;/span&gt;. No matter what anyone says, Life is good, world is not a bad place at all and what's more , you can make it a little better by what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sukha Dukkhe Same Krutva Labhalabhau Jayajayauâ (Don't Worry, Be Happy)&lt;/span&gt;: Let go. Take the pressure off. Unload the baggage. Travel Light. Get Out of that Rat Race. Don't worry about the results, about targets someone else set for you - or you set for yourself because of someone else's pressure. If you are doing your best, then results will follow and water will find it's level over a period of time. Answers cannot be consistently wrong if the method is consistently right. Beyond that , learn to accept things as they are. Life as it is. No matter how bad your situation, you can lose your sanity and make it worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 21px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but not the Least, We all know well that tough times don't last but tough people do. You too can!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for your valuable time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614776081650658073-5266598207189528233?l=sprockee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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