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What you bring to the table matters

  What you bring to the table matters A middle-aged man met a monk who was helping people connect with their purpose and realise their potential. The middle-aged man shared his worries about his performance and doubted whether his contributions were adding value at work. The monk took him to the garden, holding a bunch of sheets, and picked up a stone. The monk placed the bunch of papers and instructed the middle-aged man to take a seat, while he sat. The papers were flying in the wind, and he ignored them. The monk was silent, and the middle-aged man was puzzled. The next wind blew away a few more papers. The monk just smiled at the flying papers, picked an expensive gemstone from his pocket, and placed it on the bunch. Again, the wind blew the papers away. The middle-aged man said, "Sir, why can't you place the stone on the bunch of papers?" The monk did it. Though the wind was blowing, the papers remained intact. The monk pointed to the gemstone and the stone...
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Everybody Wants-Songs

  Everybody Wants Everybody, everybody Wants to be busy, busy, But without knowing, Without knowing How to be productive. Being busy, being busy Is running a race with no finish line. Everybody, everybody Wants to be rich, rich, But without knowing, Without knowing How to create wealth. Wanting to be rich, wanting to be rich Is earning without a plan to invest. Everybody, everybody Wants to be healthy, healthy, But without knowing, Without knowing How to maintain that health. Wanting to be healthy, wanting to be healthy Is dieting without a diet plan. Everybody, everybody Wants to be successful, successful, But without knowing, Without knowing How to handle failures. Wanting to be successful, wanting to be successful Is like dreaming to be an overnight success. Everybody, everybody Wants to be good, good, But without knowing, Without knowing What is bad in others. Wanting to be good, wanting to be good Is like being good just to appease peopl...

The Art of Disengagement: Protecting Your Peace in a Toxic World

  The Art of Disengagement: Protecting Your Peace in a Toxic World Throughout our lives, we cross paths with countless people. Some arrive like sunshine—warming us, uplifting us, and adding value to our journey. Others, however, drift in like storms, leaving a trail of bitterness and friction in their wake. While meeting people is an unavoidable part of life, allowing a relationship to turn sour is not. The chemistry we share with others is often a two-way street, but what happens when you are doing everything right, and the other person still chooses to be adversarial? How do you navigate that emotional minefield without losing yourself? You have options, of course. You could fight fire with fire, slinging mud and badmouthing them. You could offer constructive feedback, hoping reason will prevail. Or you could take the high road—maintaining a polite, superficial "hi-bye" connection while quietly preserving your inner peace. The choice you make is deeply personal, oft...

Country Roads-152-Song

  Country Roads-152 If it is country roads I am sure it will take me home   If I am Rasputin I am sure I will be the lover of the Russian Queen   If I am in California I am sure I will be welcomed by Hotel California   If I want money money I am sure I need to work all day till night   If it is beat it I am sure I will walk on the moon   If she tells, I just call to say I love you I am sure every day is a new year to celebrate   If it is, don't worry, be happy I am sure my landlord will not ask for rent   If it is waka waka I am sure it is time for Africa   If it is Jai ho I am sure there is a millionaire in a slum   If it is Valiant I am sure there is a king of music - Raja who is jubilant everywhere   Every singer is great in their own way Every song and music has its own way   M.L. Narendra Kumar              ...

Catherine-Song

  Catherine   He was the man I was looking for Strong and sharp Tall and firm   Saw him walking towards The bar stool His voice was manly Looks were smart   Admired him While he was sipping His drink Waiting to get his glance   Kept admiring him for a while With a smile, he said cheers I raised my wine glass With a smile   He was gentle enough To offer me a drink I wanted to be between his arms Waiting to be invited   He was sharp enough to read My eyes, said the night is young I said I am younger than the young evening   We both walked to his room My lips were craving My body was longing His hands were rolling on my face   He removed his jacket And was unzipping my tops Eager to pull me towards his chest   I planted my lips on his lips The animal in him was forcing him to Push me on the bed   I just moved away From him for a while The closer...

Guess Who I am-Song

    Guess Who I am-Song   Started with Duel Once Duel took, I travelled to The Sugarland Express To thrill you all with Jaws And prepared you to face the Close Encounters of the Third Kind Took you back to 1941 And made you raid with Raiders of the Lost Ark Introduced you to E.T.- The Extra-Terrestrial Took you to the Twilight Zone- the movie, which was different from all other movies Brought back Dr Jones in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom Painted the screen with the colour purple So that the empire of the sun can rise For Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade As always, hook the audience towards the list prepared by Schindler After reading the book by Michael Crichton, I decided to take you to Jurassic Park and the Last World After getting connected with the Spanish slave ship La Amistad, I brought Amistad on the screen and showed how eight men came together for Saving Private Ryan Now you would have guessed who I am, while today A....

An Angry Angel-Song

  An Angry Angel Your anger is a danger in action, Your anger is a danger in action. My silence is the best solution in action, My silence is the best solution in action.   When you are angry, your eyes look like fire— The best I can do is remain blind for a while, Till the flames settle.   When you are angry, your words are like bullets— The best I can do is stay calm for a while, Till the shooting stops.   When you are angry, your memory is like a 1-terabyte cloud, From where you transfer your voice at 425 MBPs. The best I can do is wait for the full download.   When you are angry, you go wilder than the wild— Restless, hunting your prey in a millisecond. The best I can do is hide till the saint reappears in you.   When you are angry, you are no longer the beauty Who walked the pageant ramp— You are like a commando commissioned to kill. The best I can do is raise my hands And tell you I love, love you fo...