SALARY DAY-->MONTHLY MILESTONES OF life - THE TRUTH!!!!

MONTHLY MILESTONES OF A Bachelor GUY  Heading First Week Second Week Third Week Fourth Week a) Bank Balance 20000 2000 200 20 b) Conveyance Auto ("I can afford it") Share Auto ("I would like to share. I am selfless!") Bus ("Public figures should travel by public transport") Walk ("Good for health") c) Girl Friends Eena , Meena & Tina ("I can BUY love") Meena &Tina ("I have enough girl friends") Tina ("I am loyal to her") "Huh! There is no pure love on earth!" d) Mobile Maintenance Frequent outgoing calls ("This is what mobile is invented for") Restricted outgoing calls ("I should not create unnecessary traffic on mobile lines") Rare outgoing calls (" Mobile should be used in urgent situations only") Only incoming calls ("I am not going to call her until she calls me") e) Boozing "Come, let's go to Goa and freak out! "Man, there is nothing in Goa . Let's go to Mysore .." "The best place to booze on earth is our house itself. What say?" "Drinking is injurious to health." MONTHLY MILESTONES of a Single Girl   Heading First Week Second Week Third Week Fourth Week a) Bank Balance 20000 20000 20000 20000 b) Conveyance Auto ("after all my boy friend pays for it") Auto ("after all my boy friend pays for it") Auto ("after all my boy friend pays for it") Auto ("after all my boy friend pays f or it") c) Boy Friends Sudhakar , harish, Somu Sachin, sumeet, vinay Abhijeet, Ram, christopher. .. Arun , Saket, vimal.. d) Mobile Maintenance Only Incoming calls (Its for ppl 2 call me) Only Incoming calls (Its for ppl 2 call me) Only Incoming calls (Its for ppl 2 call me) Only Incoming calls (Its for ppl 2 call me) e) Boozing "Come, let's go to Goa "Come, let's go to Kulu "Come, let's go to Shimla "Come, let's go to darj ee ling

Why is India still a developing country?

An Old Story:

 

The Ant works hard in the withering heat all summer building its house and laying up supplies for the winter.

 

The Grasshopper thinks the Ant is a fool and laughs & dances & plays the summer away.

 

Come winter, the Ant is warm and well fed. The Grasshopper has no food or shelter so he dies out in the cold.

 

Indian Version:

 

The Ant works hard in the withering heat all summer building its house and laying up supplies for the winter.

 

The Grasshopper thinks the Ant's a fool and laughs & dances & plays the summer away.

 

Come winter, the shivering Grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the Ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving.

 

NDTV, BBC, CNN show up to provide pictures of the shivering Grasshopper next to a video of the Ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food.

 

The World is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can this be that this poor Grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?

 

Arundhati Roy stages a demonstration in front of the Ant's house.

 

Medha Patkar goes on a fast along with other Grasshoppers demanding that Grasshoppers be relocated to warmer climates during winter .

 

Mayawati states this as `injustice' done on Minorities.

 

Amnesty International and Koffi Annan criticize the Indian Government for not upholding the fundamental rights of the Grasshopper.

 

The Internet is flooded with online petitions seeking support to the Grasshopper (many promising Heaven and Everlasting Peace for prompt support as against the wrath of God for non-compliance) .

 

Opposition MPs stage a walkout. Left parties call for 'Bengal Bandh' in West Bengal and Kerala demanding a Judicial Enquiry.

 

CPM in Kerala immediately passes a law preventing Ants from working hard in the heat so as to bring about equality of poverty among Ants and Grasshoppers.

 

Lalu Prasad allocates one free coach to Grasshoppers on all Indian Railway Trains, aptly named as the 'Grasshopper Rath'.

 

Finally, the Judicial Committee drafts the ' Prevention of Terrorism Against Grasshoppers Act' [POTAGA], with effect from the beginning of the winter.

 

Arjun Singh makes 'Special Reservation ' for Grasshoppers in Educational Institutions & in Government Services.

 

The Ant is fined for failing to comply with POTAGA and having nothing left to pay his retroactive taxes,it's home is confiscated by the Government and handed over to the Grasshopper in a ceremony covered by NDTV.

 

Arundhati Roy calls it ' A Triumph of Justice'.

 

Lalu calls it 'Socialistic Justice '.

 

CPM calls it the ' Revolutionary Resurgence of the Downtrodden '

 

Koffi Annan invites the Grasshopper to address the UN General Assembly.

 

Many years later...

 

The Ant has since migrated to the US  set up a multi-billion dollar company in Silicon Valley,

 

100s of Grasshoppers still die of starvation despite reservation somewhere in India,

 

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As a result of loosing lot of hard working Ants and feeding the grasshoppers,

 

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India is still a developing country !!!

Two Choices

Two Choices:

 

What would you do? ....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have
made the same choice?

 

At a fund raising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do; where is the natural order of things in my son?'

 

The audience was stilled by the query.

 

The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'

 

Then he told the following story:

 

Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

 

Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'

 

Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

 

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

 

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

 

The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.

 

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first base man's head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

 

Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball . The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitchers intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-base man's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.

 

All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'

 

Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third! Shay; run to third!'
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.

 

'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.

 

Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

 

AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyber space, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.
 
If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?

 

A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.

 

You now have two choices:
1. Delete
2. Forward

 

May your day, be a Shay Day.

 

With Love to all.

Bank Pass Book

Bank Pass Book

 

Piya married Hitesh this day. At the end of the wedding party, Piya's mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook With Rs.1000 deposit amount.

 

Mother: Piya, take this passbook. Keep it as a record of your marriage life. When there's something happy and memorable happened in your new life, put some money in. Write down what it's about next to the line. The more memorable the event is, the more money you can put in. I've done the first one for you today. Do the others with Hitesh. When you look back after years, you can know how much happiness you've had.'

 

Piya shared this with Hitesh when getting home. They both thought it was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be made.

 

This was what they did after certain time:

 

- 7 Feb: Rs.100, first birthday celebration for Hitesh after marriage

 

- 1 Mar: Rs.300, salary raise for Piya

 

- 20 Mar: Rs.200, vacation trip to Bali

 

- 15 Apr: Rs.2000, Piya got pregnant

 

- 1 Jun: Rs.1000, Hitesh got promoted

 

.... and so on...

 

However, after years, they started fighting and arguing for trivial things. They didn't talk much. They regretted that they had married the most nasty people in the world.... no more love... One day Piya talked to her Mother: 'Mom, we can't stand it anymore.

 

We agree to divorce.
I can't imagine how I decided to marry this guy!!!'

 

Mother: 'Sure, girl, that's no big deal. Just do whatever you want if you really can't stand it. But before that, do one thing first. Remember the saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all money and spend it first. You shouldn't keep any record of such a poor marriage.'

 

Piya thought it was true. So she went to the bank, waiting at the queue and planning to cancel the account. While she was waiting, she took a look at the passbook record. She looked, and looked, and looked. Then the memory of all the previous joy and happiness just came up her mind. Her eyes were then filled with tears. She left and went home. When she was home, she handed the passbook to Hitesh, asked him to spend the money before getting divorce.

 

The next day, Hitesh gave the passbook back to Piya.

 

She found a new deposit of Rs.5000. And a line next to the record:
'This is the day I notice how much I've loved you thru out all these years. How much happiness you've brought me.'

 

They hugged and cried, putting the passbook back to the safe.
"Life is about correcting mistakes."