Saturday, May 31, 2008

History of Paid Leave

Have u ever seen the calendar for September 1752???



If you are working in UNIX, try this out.
At $ prompt, type: cal 9 1752 ........ Surprised????






See the explanation for what you see.



Isn't the output queer? A month with whole of eleven days missing. This was the time England shifted from Roman Julian Calendar to the Gregorian Calendar, and the king of England ordered those 11 days to be wiped off the face of the month of September of 1752. (What couldn't a King do in those days?!) And yes, the workers worked for 11 days less, but got paid for the entire 30 days. And that's how "Paid Leave" was born.


Life is like
mail ... sometimes you just don't get it..

Friday, May 30, 2008

Apprisal Letter (Hindi - English)

Appraisal के नाम पर एक लम्बी आह भरते हैं, chaliye ab hum is "dukhad" kahani ki shuruat karte hain,



हमेह्सा की तरह 10 बजे ठुमकते हुए office आया,

11 बजे तक नाश्ता किया और बारह बजे तक mail ही पढ़ पाया ,



हमेशा की तरह आज भी मुझे आलस आ रहा था , और मेरा PM मुझे तिरछी निगाहों से देख -देख गुस्सा रहा था,



मैं बड़े concentration के साथ एक "Careful" mail पढ़ रहा था, तभी देखा मेरे PM ke नाम का नया mail कोने मैं blink कर रहा था,



फिर कोई traini n g attend करनी होगी,ये क्या बकवास है, क्या reply मैं लिख दूँ की मेरे mailbox का उपवास है?



मैंने आँखें बंद की और 10 bar "om" "om" bola, और प्रणाम karate huye मैंने वो मेल खोला,



PM के इस s मेल मैं एक अजीब सा सुकून और भोलापन है, likha है भाइयों appraisal letters आ गए,अब तो one -to-one hai,



मॅन मैं ऐसे बुरे बुरे ख्याल आ रहे थे ,

ऊपर से कुछ लोग मेरे"de-appraisal" की गन्दी affwah उड़ा रहे थे,



PM को letter लाते देख हर कोई useदेखता जाता है, जैसे mallika के किसी नए गाने को देखा जाता है,



आखिर वो वक़्त आया,PM ने एक एक kar sabako ander बुलाया, जो भी अंदर जाता हँसता हुआ जाता, जो बहार आता,मुरझाया hua aata,



बहार आ कर इंसान संभल भी नहीं पता है,

की "कितना हुआ kitna मीला"हर कोई उसपे टूट जाता है,



किसी एक को appraisal मैं 2000 rupaye मिले थे , मैं उसकी हंसी उड़ा रहा था ,

तभी मैंने देखा मेरा PM इशारे से मुझे अंदर बुला रहा था ,



मैं confidence से उठा और आगे कदम बढाया , तभी मेरी belt का buckle टूट के नीकल आया ,



मेरी हालत तो अभी से ही बुरी हो गयी , साला इज्ज़त उतरना तो यही से शुरू हो गयी ,



मैं अंदर पहुंचा और PM ने मुझे बिठाया , उसने मेरा letter पढा और वो हंसी रोक न पाया ,



वोह इतना हंसा की usse आंसू आ गए ,

क्या मेरे appraisal digits usse इतने भा गए ,



जैसे ही उसने appraisal letter मेरी तरफ बढाया , मेरी आँखों के आगे घनघोर अँधेरा छाया ,



मुझे लगा जैसे मेरे dil की दीवार को किसी ने गोबर से पोता है ,

अरे यार "बीस rupaye" ? ये भी कोई increment होता है ?



ये software indusrty है , अखाडा नहीं है , ये "SALARY INCREMENT" है , दादर आने -जाने का भाडा नहीं है ,



मेरे चारों तरफ कलि घटा छायी ,तभी मेरे PM की soothing आवाज़ आई ,



तुम सोच रहे होगे के company mgmt का दिमाग फिर गया है , पर बेटा हम क्या करें , dollar का bhav 2 rupaye जो gir गया है ,



पर फिर भी मुझे लगता है , ये letter fake है , मुझे तो लगता है ये printing mistake है,



तुम HR मैं जाओ ,और ये confirm करके आओ ,



भाई HR मैं जाने के लिए तैयार होना पड़ता है , वही तो ऐसी जगह है जहाँ सुंदर लड़कियों से पला पड़ता है ,



shitt!! जहाँ "Renuka " बैठी है , आज वहां बैठा "Aftab" hai, मैं समझ गया बेटा , आज अपना luck ही ख़राब है ,



उसने मेरा letter खोला ,और खुश हो के बोला ,



वो बोला sir आप के लिए खुशखबरी है ,

आप के letter ने "Printing mistake" पकड़ी है ,



मैंने कहा boss अब देर न लगाएं ,

और मुझे मेरा actual amount बताएं ,



sorry sir ये mistake just by एक्सीडेंट है , बीस rupaye नहीं , दो rupaye आप का increment है ,



मैं क्या करूं आप को ये बताते हुए मेरा dil रो रहा है ,

पर क्या करें dollar का भाव भी तो कम हो रहा है ,



मैं बस वहाँ खडा था ,कुछ समझ नहीं आ रहा था ,

मुझसे ज्यादा increment तो security वाला पा रहा था ,



मैंने खुद को संभाला , खुद को उठाया , मैं लौटा और सीधे PM के पास आया ,



मैं सीधा उसके केबिन गया और दरवाज़ा खोला , इस से पहले की वो बोले , मैं ही उस से बोला ,



sir ये पैसे वापिस ले लीजिये , बात करना फीजूल है, मैं गरीब हूँ,पर भीख नहीं लेता ये मेरा उसूल है|.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

IPL, future matches & most likely results

In my point of view, IPL is all about predefined fortune of players, teams and matches. I can foresee the results in forthcoming following IPL matches,
27th May - Deccan Chargers v Chennai Super Kings,
Rajiv Gandhi International Stadium, Uppal, Hyderabad
Result - Deccan Charges will win this match.

28th May - Bangalore Royal Challengers v Mumbai Indians
M Chinnaswamy Stadium, Bangalore
Result - Mumbai Indians will win this match.

More to come soon,

Indian Clothing Culture


Everyone is shaped by their own culture whether they know it or not. Our very thoughts and actions are dependent on our culture. These thoughts and actions are so ingrained that we don't even think about them until we are confronted with another culture and another way of doing things.



Upon first confronting a new culture a businessperson's first reaction is to think, "my way is best." A businessman or woman may experience a 'culture clash'. This can be avoided with some study that may lead to a realization that he/she was wrong and that others have a better way of doing things. Finally the businessperson may experience a new awakening to the problems in his/her culture.



Saari
For a single length of material, the sari must be the most versatile garment in existence. It is only one of the many traditional garments worn by women, yet it has somehow become the national dress of Indian women. A sari is a rectangular piece of cloth which is five to six yards in length. The style, color and texture of this cloth varies and it might be made from cotton, silk or one of the several man-made materials. The sari has an ageless charm since it is not cut or tailored for a particular size. This garment can fit any size and if worn properly can accentuate or conceal. This supremely graceful attire can also be worn in several ways and its manner of wearing as well as its color and texture are indicative of the status, age, occupation, region and religion of a woman.


salwar-kameez


Another popular attire of women in India is the salwar-kameez. This dress evolved as a comfortable and respectable garment for women in Kashmir and Punjab, but is now immensely popular in all regions of India. Salwars are pyjama-like trousers drawn tightly in at the waist and the ankles. Over the salwars, women wear a long and loose tunic known as a kameez. One might occasionally come across women wearing a churidar instead of a salwar. A churidar is similar to the salwar but is tighter fitting at the hips, thighs and ankles. Over this, one might wear a collarless or mandarin-collar tunic called a kurta.


Kurta-Pyjama


The traditional lungi originated in the south and today it is worn by men and women alike. It is simply a short length of material worn around the thighs rather like a sarong. A dhoti is a longer lungi but with an additional length of material pulled up between the legs. Pyjama-like trousers worn by the villagers are known as the lenga.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

General Health Care

Anand Kumar Singh


Monday, May 19, 2008

Wicked Grin - Must Read

The Perfect Kill


It was late in the evening when I entered Howrah Station .It was teeming with office workers returning home after a typically tiring day at work. I didn't look forward to the prospect of returning home to my husband. The love between us had died years ago. Our marriage had been transformed into a dead corpse buried deep beneath a pile of painful memories. The bits and pieces of pleasure I derived from my daily existence were my only source of sustenance. My husband had accused me of being mentally deranged. But only I know better. He should have thought of a better reason than that to get rid of me.



I hauled my self into a train standing nearby. Finding a seat lying vacant I gleefully slid into it. After having exhausted myself at work securing a place to ease my legs was a welcome relief. The scene inside the train was disquieting. The train being the last one on that particular route, it wasn't long before the compartment was bursting to the full with people. They jostled and fought with each other in a desperate attempt to keep from falling off.



June is the hottest month in Kolkata; it's when the when the summers are at the peak of their torment. The sweltering heat conspired with the intolerable humidity to beat the lives out of the commuters. The stench from the garbage rotting on the rail tracks combined with the nauseating smell of human sweat to pervade the whole atmosphere. I felt like vomiting. I subconsciously swallowed the spittle that formed in my throat. In despair, I stared up at the ceiling for comfort. A solitary fan hung up there in a state of eternal rest, hideously shrouded in spider webs. I closed my eyes in a bid to rest my mind. Slowly I allowed myself to fall into a labored slumber.



When I awoke the train had traveled far into the countryside. The seat next to mine was occupied by a pretty nymphet. She had a concerned look on her face. The object of her anxiety was seated right opposite to us. He was the most loathsome, horrid specimen of mankind I had ever seen. He evidently appeared to be a village goon of some reputation. His bloodshot eyes were planted firmly on the girl. She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat under his leering looks. The redness of his eyes was indicative of the fact that he had soaked himself in liquor far exceeding socially acceptable limits.



The girl's nervousness was infectious. I looked around the compartment. It was completely vacant except for the three of us. I began to grow uneasy. The girl pressed my hand and held up a piece of newspaper for my inspection. She pointed towards a front-page news report. It was on a sensational serial killer who had been haunting Kolkatans for the past couple of weeks. Six young girls had been murdered in different parts of the city. They were discovered with their throats brutally slit open. The killings had been executed with such meticulous efficiency that the murder scenes were totally devoid of any clues. The police were baffled. The report went on to draw parallels with the legendary 'Stoneman' who had terrorized Calcutta in early the 90's and whose identity was yet to be ascertained. The report was undeniably scary and chilling to the bone.



The girl had visibly paled. She motioned with her eyes indicating to me that she considered the man sitting opposite to be a prime suspect. The girl was badly scared and I must admit I was pretty worried myself. Suddenly the train slowed as it approached an oncoming station. I was contemplating the feasibility of getting off the train, well before my intended destination, when the man himself stood up. To my utter surprise and immense joy he hopped off the train as it came to a screeching halt. The girl looked at me and both of us let out a huge sigh of relief. The tension having been released, she began to giggle. I caught up with her silly laughter and soon both of us were laughing away in abandon.



With a rude jerk the train started moving. Soon it was speeding across vast open countryside at a furious pace. Her jangled nerves having been calmed, the girl had begun to doze in her seat. As I looked at her I wondered just how naïve and unsuspecting young girls can be. I slipped my hand inside my handbag and firmly gripped the kitchen knife I always carried. I felt a strange numbness in my fingers but it had to be done. Besides she had an exceedingly beautiful neck. Such a pity!


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