The Law of the Garbage Truck…!!!

How often do you let other people’s nonsense change your mood?

Do you let a bad driver, rude waiter, curt boss, or an insensitive employee ruin your day?

Unless you’re the Terminator, for an instant you’re probably set back on your heels. However, the mark of a successful person is how quickly he/she can get back her focus on what’s important.

Here’s what happened.

I hopped in a taxi, and we took off for Grand Central Station. We were driving in the right lane when, all of a sudden, a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his breaks, skidded, and missed the other car’s back end by just inches!

The driver of the other car, the guy who almost caused a big accident, whipped his head around and he started yelling bad words at us.

My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean, he was friendly. So, I said, ‘Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!’

And this is when my taxi driver told me what I now call, ‘The Law of the Garbage Truck.‘

Many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it. And if you let them, they’ll dump it on you. When someone wants to dump on you, don’t take it personally.

You just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. You’ll be happy you did.

So this was it: The ‘Law of the Garbage Truck.’ I started thinking, how often do I let Garbage Trucks run right over me? And how often do I take their garbage and spread it to other people: at work, at home, on the streets? It was that day I said, ‘I’m not going to do it anymore.’ I began to see garbage trucks. I see the load they’re carrying. I see them coming to drop it off. And like my Taxi Driver, I don’t make it a personal thing; I just smile, wave, wish them well, and I move on.

Good leaders know they have to be ready for their next meeting. Good parents know that they have to welcome their children home from school with hugs and kisses. Teachers and parents know that they have to be fully present, and at their best for the people they care about.

The bottom line is that successful people do not let Garbage Trucks take over their day. What about you? What would happen in your life, starting today, if you let more garbage trucks pass you by?

Here’s my bet.

You’ll be happier.

So.. Love the people who treat you right. Forget about the ones who don’t. Believe that everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance , TAKE IT! If it changes your life , LET IT! Nobody said it would be easy… They just promised it would be worth it!

” This is a nice Article for people who are interested in assembling a PC “

 courtsey : http://www.kitchentablecomputers.com/assemble.php

The computer assembly project illustrated here is a few years old. We’ve built other computers since then and I always say that I’m going to photograph and document “the next one.” Alas, what usually happens is that “the next one” is a rush job, and there’s no time to find a photographer. But truthfully, the process really hasn’t changed all that much, so maybe next time…

This computer was designed by my brother to enable him to work remotely from home and run standard desktop applications. He didn’t need blazing power or high-end audio, so he chose an affordably priced barebones computer kit with integrated audio.

But because he occasionally manipulated graphics, he wanted a decent video card. He chose an ATI Radeon card with 128 MB of onboard video RAM, which was fairly high-end at the time. And because he needs to connect to his office domain to work from home, he chose Windows XP Professional as the Operating System.

Got that Mountain Dew? Good. Take a swig, and put the cup down far away from where you are working. Liquids and computers don’t mix.

Now take a deep breath, stretch a little, and let’s start assembling your homebuilt computer.

the power OF action

” This kinda cute story which i came across when I looking for an inspiring story to cancel off my droopy eyes, I thought of sharing with you folks “

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, “Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.” I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friend the following afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.

He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him, and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye. I handed him his glasses and said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives. He looked at me and said, “Hey, thanks!” There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. It turned out he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before coming to this school. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends.

He said yes. We hung all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, “Damn boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!”. He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke.

I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak. Graduation day arrived – I saw Kyle and he looked great.

He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!” He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. “Thanks,” he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. “Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach… but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.”

I stared at my friend in disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn’t have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. “Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.” I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth. Never underestimate the power of your actions.

With one small gesture you can change a person’s life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each other’s lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others. “Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.”

courtsey : http://touching-inspiringstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-day-when-i-was-freshman-in-high.html

This small part of my life is called “ Meeting her Father “

It is my 9^th day at work, at like rookie, I am loaded with files that was dispersed to the lazy managers, I had only  seized about 4hrs of sleep the previous day, hoping that I could complete my work fast, but less sleep has just clustered my thought process and things were getting deferred than usual.

However the most significant thing, that kept sneaking my mind too often was meeting her father, I had all those arbitrary notions going through my head if I could pull it over, or would I make my self look like a total scew up. After every hour passes away,  I kept looking in the mirror, expecting that my droopy eyes would look flashy, but sadly there were too many red layers on the white surface.

Time was on the run, and every time I looked into the timepiece, I felt as if the seconds were disappearing at an hours velocity. Finally it was 5 in the evening, I packed my bag with all the files hoping that I could finish the remaining  it in the house. By the time reached home it was half past six. I knew that any second her father would come, I wanted to make a good impression, started searching for my lucky shirt and jean. I found it lying on my bed. I thought of having my lunch before I get into the process of wearing my so called lucky uniform.

The moment I started to have my lunch, the bell kept crying “Ding dong “ and for a moment by heart started to pound, n for a split second I froze. I asked my bro to open the door, and then me rushed into the bathroom with my face cleanser, hoping that it would do a deception. And then I closed my eyes for a second, prayed for a second and then headed to the hall were he was sitting.

canceling a friends request in face book !!!

There are certain features, in FB is kinda annoying and would have took around the entire site, to use those features. I accidently sent a friends request to one person that I never wanted, I had to scan each and every corner of facebook to see this feature, so in case you want to cancel a friends request.

go to the page of the person you sent the request to and scroll down to the near bottom, there will be a “cancel friend request” link underneath the Friends’ list of that person. There you go.

can India make it ??

” If have not won this game, people would have asked me, why sreesanth but not R.Ashwin, y promote myself up the order when yuvi is in fantastic form, but yes we WON, and it is a beautiful feel” – M.S. Dhoni

Many would have said this world cup is dedicated to the one who carried the burden of Indian cricket under his shoulders for 21years but the master blaster had to wait for 21 years for some one to lead him and his side to an extra ordinary win filled with Emotions which got the entire country erupt.

 

I had this strange feel if India would mess it up, with all the hype sorrounding it, espec when NDTV was telecasting it for 24×7 and all the other news just turning out to be second fiddle to ” SRILANGA vs INDIA ” A brilliant unbeaten ton from Mahela Jayawardene (103*) helped Sri Lanka to a score of 274-6 in 50 overs, setting India a target of 275 . However, India fought back through a brilliant Gautham Gambhir and skipper MS Dhoni, despite the early loss of openers Virender Sehwag and Sachin Tendulkar.

Pressure was intense. which actually made my nerves to tingle and the moment sachin and sehwag departed I had a feel, they mite crumble under pressure, But Gambhir stuck on and with the able support from Virat managed to bring the run chase back on track. but it was Dhoni’s innings to play under pressure that made the difference who usually reserves his best for the finals. Dhoni entered the scene at 114/3 and went on to score an unbeaten 91. 4 needed from 7 balls when Dhoni hit a massive six… the crowds erupted… … the players rushed out to the field…The world’s coolest captain went puzzled, the man of the tournament went flat on the ground, finding it difficult to believe he was living his dream…The God cricket went emotional, making people realize that he was only a mortal… India had got the CUP! The celebrations had just begun! But will surely continue for many more years to come!!! I glad to have lived in this era were Dhoni smashed the winning runs to take Indian cricket to the next level.

Home made cholate FuDge

I recently made chocolate fudge, and I must say, suprisingly turned out to be really good.

If you people want to try to out at home here is the method

Ingredients:
1 tin of milkmaid ( condesrd Milk )
2 teaspoons of sugar cup sugar
100 gm cashewnuts + ( optional : roasted grapes)

4 teaspoons cocoa powder ( Bakers coca powder
50 gm butter + ( optional : Sweet Floor )

Method:

• Pour Milkmaid into a thick bottomed pan ( probably a non stick pan )
• Add butter, sugar, cocoa, white floor and nuts as per listed in the ingredient quatitiy
• Stir gently on medium heat till the mixure leaves the sides of the pan.
• Pour evenly into a buttered dish and allow to cool and set.
• Cut into squares and serve.

And there you have your dish, it is best served when made with carmel budding or served along with ice cream

Enjoy !!!

daRkness In JaPan

It shocking to see, how millions of life, is scatteed into human grain and sink an indivituals, hometown into pieces, within a fraction of a second. Sometimes you just get sadden by the evil actions of nature.

A massive 8.8 magnitude earthquake hit the Pacific Ocean nearby Northeastern Japan at around 2:46pm on March 11 (JST) causing damage with blackouts, fire and tsunami. Tsunami waves began rolling into Hawaii, with readings of between 6 and 8 feet expected in some areas, The first impact in Hawaii was felt shortly after 3:07 a.m. local time, according to Hawaii State Civil Defense, which issued a tsunami warning, followed by an increase in water coming ashore.

incase if anyone have come across this blog and is looking for emergency numbers, it is listed below

Emergency dials:
171 + 1 + line phone number to leave a message
171 + 2 + line phone number to listen to the message

( courtsey : Google crises Response )

The Praying Hands

Below is a touching story about DURERS Praying Hands that is circulated widely.

It tells of DURER doing his creation in appreciation of a brother who went to work in the mes to support Albrecht’s education.

Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived a family with eighteen children. Eighteen! In order merely to keep food on the table for this mob, the father and head of the household, a goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade and any other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood. Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of Albrecht Durer the Elder’s children had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their talent for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the Academy.