tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10763028031574563512024-03-19T04:48:48.582-04:00 MY LIBRARY OF THOUGHTS If there's a book you really want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger285125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076302803157456351.post-19350259592940242282020-05-07T11:09:00.001-04:002020-05-07T11:12:07.829-04:00Increase your value <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<strong><em>In this fast growing economy , you will be compensated not by how hard you work but by how much value you add to the world around you. Think abt it. If you are currently being paid twenty dollars an hour, this money is being given to you not simply cuz u showed up at ur desk for those 60 mins. but cuz u've added twenty dollars worth of perceived value during those 60 minutes. So, the monetary reward u receive is determined not by how long you work but by how much value you add.</em></strong><b><i>This is why a Neuro surgeon is paid so much more than a McDonald's employee. Is the Neuro surgeon a better person? Not necessarily. Is the neuro surgeon, a harder worker? Probably not. Is the neuro surgeon smarter? Who knows? But one thing is certain: the neuro surgeon has accumulated far more specialized knowledge and specific know-how than the McDonald's employee. There are far fewer people who can do what the neuro surgeon does and, as a result the neuro surgeon is perceived as far more valuable to the marketplace. This is why he is paid over 10 times more than the person who flips burgers. Money simply becomes a symbol for how much value each person has added to the world at large. </i></b><br />
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<b><i>The best way to begin adding more value to ur work is by valuing urself as a person. Acquire skills no one else has. Read books no one else is reading. Do what no one else is doing. Others have already taken, so stopping worrying abt wat they r thinking or talking. Think what no one else is thinking. </i></b><br />
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<b><i>You cannot have all u want if u remain the person u are. To get more from life, u need to be more IN life. Will continue in my next post what I mean by this. I've things in my mind, just need to organize it and looking forward to pen it in the best way I can. ..:) </i></b></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076302803157456351.post-86693498063700342162018-08-29T11:28:00.001-04:002018-08-30T10:44:57.521-04:00Review: The President is Missing <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><b>It's the groundbreaking collaboration between Patterson and Clinton. One thriller everyone is talking about this year. THE PRESIDENT IS MISSING: Yes you read it right. 42nd President of United Staes of America has decided to penned down a thriller alongside none other than The Patterson , the most prolific and iconic crime writer at work today. The page-turning read is currently the top selling novel in the country. (M not surprised) </b></i><br />
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<i><b>The President Disappears. The world is in shock.But the reason he’s missing is much worse than anyone can imagine. With
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<i><b><span id="freeText1413805851219363430">President Bill Clinton and bestselling novelist James Patterson have written a spellbinding thriller, The President is Missing.<br /><br />As
the novel opens, a threat looms. Enemies are planning an attack of
unprecedented scale on America. Uncertainty and fear grip Washington.
There are whispers of cyberterror and espionage and a traitor in the
cabinet. The President himself becomes a suspect, and then goes
missing...<br /><br />Set in real time, over the course of three days, The President Is Missing
is one of the most dramatic thrillers in decades. And it could all
really happen. The President Is Missing is Bill Clinton and James
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<i><b>Absolutely Loved it . Lot of political stuff in here. If u have read Patterson very closely, you will be able to spot the difference between his writing and Clinton's influence. There was a lot of back and forth in the edition. But then again, James regains the control of the book. </b></i><br />
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<i><b><span class="readable" id="reviewTextContainer2416429505"><span id="freeTextContainer1374954779789025763">It serves as a cautionary tale about the vulnerability of our digital
world in which many things from infrastructure to government are
connected to the internet. It seems pretty scary that our world could
easily crumble from cyber-terrorist threats. </span></span></b></i><br />
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criticism of our political structures and their failures.</span> Highly recommended !!!</span></b></i><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076302803157456351.post-28362390562850824602018-05-03T18:31:00.001-04:002018-05-04T13:12:58.655-04:00Review: Secret Daughter by Shilpi Somaya Gowda <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><b>Kavita Merchant who is a poor village women, gives birth to a girl child and names her Usha. She gives her daughter to the orphanage in Mumbai as she is terrified by her husband Jasu Merchant who would kill her if he finds out its a girl. She travels all the to Mumbai by herself and gives her daughter away with heavy heart. Two years later Kavita gives birth to a boy named Vijay. </b></i><br />
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<i><b>"If the mother falls, the whole family falls"</b></i><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076302803157456351.post-25897243102741661652018-03-17T11:53:00.000-04:002018-03-17T11:59:30.887-04:00Review: Wonder <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076302803157456351.post-76141838202596556542017-02-10T14:15:00.000-05:002017-02-10T14:19:00.868-05:00All I Remember <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><b>When my mother spoke to me, she always began the conversation with "Have I told you yet today how much I love you?" The expression of love was reciprocated and, in her later years, as her life began to visibly ebb, we grew even closer.... if that were possible.</b></i><br />
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<i><b>At 40 she was ready to die, and I was ready to let her go so that her suffering would end. We laughed and cried and held hands and told each other of our love and agreed that it was time. I said, "Mom, after you've gone I want a sign from you that you're fine." She laughed at the absurdity of that; Mom didn't believe in reincarnation. I wasn't positive I did either, but I had had many experiences that convinced me I could get some signal "from the other side."</b></i><br />
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<i><b> My mother and I were so deeply connected I felt her pain in me at the moment she died. Later I mourned for months n years in the sterile wisdom, had not let me hold her hand as she had slipped away. Day after day I prayed to hear from her, but nothing happened. Night after night I asked for a dream before I fell asleep. And yet four long months passed and I heard and felt nothing but grief at her loss. </b></i><br />
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<i><b>One day, when I returned home from work tired and exhausted, to my surprise I saw that my entire house was neat and clean. Cooking,cleaning and Laundry was all done. I was wondering and plus I was shocked and scared as to who came into my house, who did this ? Many questions flashed through my brain. The answer was standing on stairs. My Mom, she came down the stairs, had lunch with me, rolling her hand on my head, making sure I finished everything on a plate. I kept eating, sobbing like a kid and asked her if she can stay with me forever. Of course not cuz she cleaned and cooked but ...</b></i><br />
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<i><b>She took a promise from me that I wont tell anyone that she comes to see me everyday, have lunch with me and helps me with my house chores. I promised I won't. I said, "Oh, Mother, I'm so sorry that you had to suffer with that horrible disease." She tipped her head slightly to one side, as though to acknowledge what I had said about her suffering. Then she smiled—a beautiful smile—and said very distinctly, "But all I remember is love." And she disappeared. It was a DREAM. I knew in my bones that the love we give and receive is all that matters and all that is remembered. Suffering disappears - love remains.</b></i><br />
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<i><b>I have not yet seen or heard from my father, but I have no doubts that someday, when I least expect it, he will appear and say, "Have I told you yet today that I love you?" </b></i><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076302803157456351.post-57139301694038308032016-10-04T13:14:00.001-04:002016-10-04T13:14:25.375-04:00Morning Dream - Haiku <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076302803157456351.post-67171025095174540192016-08-19T12:09:00.000-04:002016-08-19T12:09:30.667-04:00Full Moon - Haiku <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076302803157456351.post-15383847183310945652016-08-16T14:03:00.000-04:002016-08-16T14:03:36.240-04:00Trust <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076302803157456351.post-61410645218680674632016-08-16T13:44:00.001-04:002016-08-16T13:44:23.386-04:00Rainbow <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076302803157456351.post-43546291942010504732016-08-16T11:47:00.000-04:002016-08-16T13:30:38.111-04:00Healthy Mom , Radiant Mom <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><b>It's so easy to take for granted that our bodies just work for us. But we mistake this, our health is in our own hands and not in doctors hand. It's our body, don't let anybody treat it.<span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="color: red;"><a href="http://khairusworld.blogspot.ca/2011/10/take-vacation-every-day.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;"><span style="background-color: white;">Take a mini-Vacation everyday.</span></span> </a></span>May be this is the reason i've never visited a doctor as much, except my two overwhelming deliveries and those emotional prenatal visits :) Touchwood. <span style="background-color: white;"></span></b></i><i><b><span style="background-color: white;"></span></b></i><br />
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<i><b>Taking care of yourself and your health is a lifetime commitment. While your kids may not act as if they see what you are doing, I promise you, they are absorbing your example. Someday you will see that they will model much of what you've taught them by how you live your life. Choosing a healthy lifestyle takes discipline and personal study. Having experienced the miracle of growing two babies in my womb and watching them grow to be the most amazing teens and feeling the most healthy I'd ever been, I want to feel just as good as I enter my pre-teen. I want to have energy to play with my grandchildren, and to embrace this happy stage in my life's journey and maintain my inner radiance .... No matter what my age says I am :) </b></i><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076302803157456351.post-86878100934530894952016-06-25T11:12:00.003-04:002016-06-25T11:12:55.479-04:00EYES - Haiku <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076302803157456351.post-47425201866579028852016-05-30T17:44:00.000-04:002016-05-30T18:05:21.795-04:00Happy Birthday Dad ....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><b>My heart still aches in sadness</b></i><br />
<i><b>My silent tears still flow</b></i><br />
<i><b>For what it means to loose you</b></i><br />
<i><b>No one will ever know</b></i><br />
<i><b><br />Although you cant be here with me</b></i><br />
<i><b>We're truly not apart</b></i><br />
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<i><b>Dearest dad, to hear your voice and to see your smile</b></i><br />
<i><b>and just to sit next to you and talk to you</b></i><br />
<i><b>would be my dearest wish today and always</b></i><br />
<i><b>Watever it take to make it happen</b></i><br />
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<i><b>I was may be 9 or 10 yrs old and my brother was 7 or 8 yrs old. Too young to go and shop and have money in our pockets. We both wanted to do something for him without anybody's knowledge. Not even mom was involved or aware of it till the end. (Look whose talking, She is a mom, she knows everything. Only we knew that she knows nothing.) After a lot of thinking and planning, not left with much choices but to use his White Night Suit which he wears every night and which we wanted to use it as a Banner to write "Happy Birthday Daddy" . We ripped apart and made a banner or say chart board out of it. </b></i><br />
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<i><b>Door bell rang, mom opened the door and here He comes, "Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Daddy ... Happy Birthday to youuuu ...." Dad smiled, (Oh I can never forget that smile) was very very happy, surprised face, that glow on his face .. omg ... He cut his cake, we all shared smiles, laughter and enjoyed the delicious cake made by my mom. </b></i><br />
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<i><b>As the time was getting closer for him to change, my and my brother's heart kept racing. Now What? we said to each other. Dad went into his room and screamed, "Where is my Night Suit?" I and my brother gathered strength and hold hand in hand and went into his room and said, "Dad, Where do you think we have written "Happy Birthday Dad" ?? ......... That moment ...... we didn't knew what is he going to do ? Will he scold us for the damage we did or will he laugh at it and forgive us ? </b></i><br />
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<i><b>Truly rich children are the ones, who run into their dad's arms, even when their hands are empty ... </b></i><br />
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<i><b>Neva lemme go </b></i></div>
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