Online Grievance System. - Govt of India..

Can you imagine this happening in INDIA?

Government of India has a online Grievance forum at
http://darpg-grievance.nic.in/


The government wants people to use this tool to highlight the problems
they faced while dealing with Government officials or departments like
Passport Office, Electricity board, BSNL/MTNL, Railways etc etc.


I know many people will say that these things dont work in India, but
this actually works as one of our colleague in CSC found. The guy i'm talking
about lives in Faridabad. Couple of months back, the Faridabad Municipal
corporation laid new roads in his area and the residents were very happy
about it. But 2 weeks later, BSNL dugged up the newly laid roads
to install new cables which annoyed all the residents including this guy.
But it was only this guy who used the above listed grievance forum to
highlight his concern. And to his surprise, BSNL and Municipal corporation of
faridabad was served a showcause notice and the guy recieved a copy of
the notice in one week. Government has asked the MC and BSNL about the goof
up as its clear that both the governent departments were not in sync at
all.


So use this grievance forum and educate others who dont know about this
facility. This way we can atleast raise our concerns instead of just
talking about the 'System' in India.

LEMON JUICE - quite interesting

The local bar was so sure that its bartender was the strongest man
around that they offered a Rs 10,000 bet. The bartender would squeeze a
lemon until all the juice ran into a glass, and hand the lemon to a
patron. Anyone who could squeeze one more drop of juice out would win
the money. Many people like weight-lifters, wrestlers, body builders,
etc had tried over time, but nobody could do it.
One day this scrawny little man came in, wearing thick glasses and a
safari suit, and said in a tiny, squeaky voice, "I'd like to try the
bet."
After
the laughter had died down, the bartender said OK, grabbed a lemon, and
squeezed away. Then he handed the wrinkled remains of the rind to the
little man.
But the crowd's laughter turned to total silence as the man clenched his
fist around the lemon and 5-6 drops fell into the glass. As the crowd
cheered, the bartender paid the Rs 10,000, and asked the little man,
"What do you do for a living? Are you a lumberjack, a weight-lifter, or
what?"
"No," replied the man.

"I work as a manager in a BPO. "

Good tips: How to e-mail a professor

Sometimes, it takes small extra effort to have good communication with professors. Some tips are mentioned on this link below.

How to e-mail a professor

Valuable read for every student who wish to gain every mileage on relationships with his/her professor.

Different kind of a CV on the Net

This guy posted his resume as a musical on the net and
he really got recognized by the Microsoft Graphics Team.
This is amazing stuff.....The man who prepared this CV
received job offers from 180 companies; More than
1,000,000 ppl have viewed this CV...

http://www.paradoxware.com/alstudio/cv/en.htm

SLOW DANCE

Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down don't dance so fast.
Time is short. The music won't last.

Do you run through each day on the fly?
When you ask how are you? do you hear the reply?
When the day is done do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores running through your head?
You'd better slow down don't dance so fast.
Time is short. The music won't last.

Ever told your child, we'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste, not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time to call and say,"Hi"
You'd better slow down don't dance so fast.
Time is short. The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....thrown away.
Life is not a race. Do take it slower
Hear the music before the song is over.

----written by a little girl, who does not have much time to live.

Tie two ropes together...properly.

Found this on one blog site..

Different ways to make knots (with animation)

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Tie two ropes together...properly. In Follow Up John Stalker, loyal reader and rock climber, writes in about our recent Sheetbend/Matt Damon gets Hitched post. Apparently, the sheet bend is not the knot of choice when joining two ropes. Stalker recommends instead using the "double fisherman". Follow the jump for a full explanation, a cool animated graphic and a humorous punchline to the story. John writes: The "double fisherman's" it a much better choice for joining two ropes. A straight rope has a breaking strength: adding tension along the axis will eventually break the rope. When a knot is added to the equation, the strength of the rope decreases. The double fisherman's decreases the strength of the rope(s) involved to 60-75% of the original strength. Sounds pretty bad; however, the sheet bend decreases the strength of the rope(s) to 48-58%!! Even worse is the reef knot, aka. the square knot (which looks much like the sheet bend) comes in at 43-47% of the original strength! In addition, John sent along a link to this double-fisherman graphic. As a final punchline, loyal reader Rick Lobrecht points out that the whole "rabbit out of the hole, around the tree and back into the hole" isn't how you tie a sheet bend. It's how you tie a bowline. Animated Knots

Call-by-Web

In VOIP Have you ever wanted a strange mechanical voice to call your friends? In addition to many developer tools, CDyne provides automated voice messaging services. In particular, it has a free-to-try web page where you can enter a phone number and a message to send. Quick update: Yes, you can "call" Canada as well as the US. Point your browser to the NotifyPhoneBasic page. To test the system, enter the number you wish to dial and the text you wish to say. Add your own phone number and name into the CallerID and CallerIDname fields. Choose a Voice ID between 1 and 10. (I like the masculine tones of number 4. Avoid the French lady who's number 7.) Finally, type 0 into the LicenceKey field and click Invoke. The screen will clear and a "Queued" notice will appear. CDyne will place the phone call for you. You may want to call your self a few times to get the hang of things before you try calling out. Notify Phone Basic [CDyne]

Mens in coats

Good fun show....

Supported in Windows Media Player or Winamp.

http://www.koreus.com/files/200505/men-in-coats.html

or

http://temp.koreus.com/men-in-coats.wmv

The great interview by Dhiraj Das (article from Assam Tribune)

On opening the envelope, I could make out that it was a call for an interview. In fact, my friends at the hostel were already aware of it. The interview date was still eight days away. That night I boarded the bus for my hometown at Guwahati. Accordingly, I booked a berth in the Kanchanjanga Express, scheduled to leave Guwahati at 10 pm. During the auspicious day of my proposed journey, I bade farewell to my well-wishers (parents included) and started towards the railway station. I was joined by my friend Tapan who was also on the same mission i.e. our destination was the same. As Tapan’s reservation was not confirmed, I volunteered to help him to adjust with me for the proposed night nap. However, it was only on reaching the station that we got a real shock. Our scheduled train was cancelled and we had to return. The real problem for us was the fact that only three days were left for the scheduled interview. We decided to go back to our respective homes and discuss our future strategy on the way. And thus it was decided that we would be leaving for Calcutta (now Kolkata) by bus. The strategy was simple – board a Siliguri bound bus early next morning, get down at Siliguri and board a “Rocket Service” to Calcutta from Siliguri.
Tapan and I got geared up for the next few days journey. We obtained two tickets for Siliguri. On the body of our scheduled bus was seen clearly written “Saha Travels, head office Gossaigaon, Assam”. The bus started its journey at 7.15 am. A glance at my fellow passengers revealed that most of them were from other states and some of them were probably passengers of the cancelled Kanchanjanga Express. I tried to survey the wayside environment as our bus gained momentum after crossing the Saraighat Bridge. Tapan was glancing through some pamphlets on “Pest Management of Tea”, perhaps brushing up his memory for the scheduled interview. The warm sunrays of the July month were gradually piercing in through the window panes of the bus. Most of the passengers were trying to take an early morning nap, perhaps to make up for the hours lost in preparation for the day’s journey. For a moment I too felt drowsy and as I was about to close my eyes the bus came to a grinding halt with a flat tyre. I got down from the bus and found out that the bus had barely crossed Patacharkuchi, bordering the Nalbari district of Assam, when the puncture occurred. In fact, there were still another ten minutes of time to reach Pathsala where we could have had taken our breakfast. As the process of changing the tyre was on, I slowly treaded a few steps from the site and gazed at the highway in the hope that I may come into contact with Pranab da, whose house was supposed to be located at Patacharkuchi. This was revealed by Pranab da during our hostel days. However, my search was futile and after around half an hour I could hear the roaring of our bus. I retraced my steps to my bus and boarded it. By 12.45 noon the bus halted at Barpeta Road for the passengers to take lunch. After having lunch, the bus again started to proceed towards its destination. Within a few hours we had reached Gossaigaon. The bus came to a halt exactly opposite a hoarding in front of a small house which read “Saha Travels, Gossaigaon.” I realised that this was the local office of the travel agency. After having a cup of tea, I returned to my seat, anticipating that the driver would soon follow. However, suddenly I heard a commotion outside. On inquiry it came to light that the present driver was unwilling to drive anymore because he had not received the monthly salary that was due to him. Even after much persuasion from the management, the driver refused to oblige. Finally, a new driver was arranged. The evening rays of the sun were touching the horizon when we arrived a few kilometres within the Srirampur gate i.e. the Assam-Bengal border. Gradually, lines of trucks alongside the highway came to our view. The traffic congestion, according to the handyman, was much more than usual. Since our bus had halted for more than the normal time, I ventured out to find the cause of the delay and the traffic jam.
Suddenly, an ambulance, along with three Army patrol jeeps, passed me. And then only I realised that something serious was happening. On enquiry, it was revealed that something had been happening on the other side of the border. It came to light that there had been a heavy exchange of fire between two tribal communities which, according to the locals, were Bodo and Santhals. Many casualties was reported. The Army and the paramilitary were trying to counter the rival groups. The Army was instrumental in escorting all vehicles to and from the state of Bengal. The reported firing had been going on along a narrow strip of around four kilometres that connects Srirampur with Bengal.
I had taken off my shoes and started to relax on a charpoy along with some other fellow passengers of our bus. It was good that Tapan had purchased some glucose back at Paltanbazar. A handful of glucose powder helped me to energise myself and to ward off the existing fatigue in the heat and dusty environment. Just as I was relaxing, I could identify our driver lecturing a crowd of people. I got off from the charpoy and moved towards the crowd. The driver was busy entertaining the crowd with tales of gang wars that had been going on in Assam. He was busy boasting how he had been manoeuvering his vehicle from the clutches of various terrorist groups back in Assam. His way of interpreting things had already created a fear psychosis among the listeners. All of these listeners who had assembled were from other states and none of them appeared to have a geographical idea about Assam. I approached the driver and asked him in Hindi, as if to enquire about things back in Assam. He shot back: “Aap to bahar ke admi hai, Assam ke bare mein aap kya jaantey hain, Assam mein to khali oolpha aur tribal aatankbadi ka raaj hein. Raatko to Guwahati mein bhi oolpha log haathiyar leke khooley aam ghoomtein hain. Assam to bhayanak ho gaya.” Little did the driver realise that he had been talking to one whose hometown was in Assam and that too in the capital city. Infact, the driver was trying to create an unnecessary misunderstanding about the state of affairs about Assam. Then I realised that this was one of the reasons why people of other states had a misconception about Assam and its people. The fear psychosis actually spreads everywhere. Pretending to be a helpless passenger, I patiently listened to this individual.
Gradually our vehicle was escorted by army men into the state of West Bengal. Barely had we traversed a few kilometres when all of a sudden, our bus once again developed a technical snag. The gear system of our great “Saha Travels” bus failed to work properly and hence we had to travel at a snail’s pace of around 20 kilometres per hour till finally we reached a place called Hassimara. The time on my watch read 7.25 pm and the hectic events of the day had already started to drain me of my energy. I had already forgotten about my scheduled interview. My fellow seat mate and friend Tapan had dozed off. His pamphlet on “Pest Management of Tea” was still there on his lap, I grasped it and scanned through the pages. However, I was in no mood to study and gave up the effort.
The technical snag was repaired and the bus once again started its journey from Hassimara. At around 10.45 at night we reached Siliguri. It had already been decided between me and Tapan that since by the time we reached Siliguri it would be practically impossible to expect a bus service to Calcutta, hence we would be halting for the night at Siliguri.
However, we saw a ray of hope in the wilderness when we came to know that a bus had been readied at the station, which would be plying to Malda. This bus also had a flat tyre problem and hence its journey had got delayed by a few hours. This was a blessing in disguise for us poor souls and immediately it was decided that instead of halting for the night (which would result in the draining of extra money and time) we would be moving then and there itself, knowing fully well that on reaching Malda (hopefully), we would still have to travel another six or seven hours before we could reach our ultimate destination i.e. Calcutta . Hence we settled for the bargain and boarded the Malda bound bus. Tapan had purchased a few bananas on the way. Fearing a probable stomach upset after eating wayside restaurant food, we had a fill of these ripe bananas along with a few sips of water and some glucose powder (may Tapan live long)! I tried to take a nap. The day’s hectic journey had already robbed us of our precious time and energy and I did not know when sleep overcame me.
The whistling sounds of some policemen awakened me from my slumber. Peeping through the window, I realised that our bus had halted in the middle of the highway. A policeman had already started checking the belongings of the passengers. And a passenger with contraband hasish was accosted before finally our bus was allowed to move on. We did not have any other problems and the next day by 6.45 am, we reached Malda. We disembarked from the bus and, after freshening up, enquired about the next available bus service to Calcutta. Thus we restarted our journey and in the evening, at around 5.40 pm, we reached the Calcutta bus terminus from where we hired a taxi to reach 8th Russel Street where we retired for the evening to face the interview the next day.

Learn Telephone Etiquette from Calvin

Unconditional Love

 A man came out of his home to admire his new truck.

To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck.

The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into pulp as punishment.

When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital. Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands.

When the boy woke up from the surgery & saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, " Daddy, I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?"

The father went home & committed suicide.

Think about this story the next time  someone steps on your feet or u wish to take revenge. Think first before u lose your patience with someone u love. Trucks can be repaired. Broken bones & hurt feelings often can't.

Too often we fail to recognise the difference between the person and the performance. We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge.

People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever.

Pause and ponder. Think before you act. Be patient. Forgive & forget. Love one and all.

If you judge people, you have no time to love them. -- Mother Teresa

Earring

 A man is at work one day when he notices that his co-worker is wearing one
 earring.  This man knows his co-worker to be a normally conservative fellow,
 and is curious about his sudden change in "fashion sense".

 The man walks up to him and says, "I didn't know you were into earrings."

 "Don't make such a big deal, it's only an earring." he replies sheepishly.
 His friend falls silent for a few minutes, but then his curiosity prods him
 to say, "So, how long have you been wearing one?"

 His answer was, "Ever since my wife found it in my car."

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Creative Film

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Motivation

how do u go to bathroom in space..........?

NASA Science News for February 10, 2005

How do you go to the bathroom in space? Amusing one-minute videos from
NASA answer some of the questions about space you were afraid to ask.

FULL STORY at http://science.nasa.gov/headlines/y2005/10feb_brainbites.htm?list1159173

[TheUnseperable] When Sun and Moon meet at a point.................

THIS PHOTO IS ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL.
IT IS HISTORIC TOO AS THIS IS THE LAST MISSION FOR COLUMBIA.



The photograph attached was taken by the crew on board the Columbia
during its last mission, on a cloudless day.
The picture is of Europe and Africa when the sun is setting.
Half of the picture is in night. The bright dots you see are the cities' lights.

The top part of Africa is the Sahara Desert.

Note that the lights are already on in Holland, Paris, and Barcelona,
and that's it's still daylight in Dublin, London, Lisbon, and Madrid.

The sun is still shining on the Strait of Gibraltar. The Mediterranean Sea is
already in darkness.

In the middle of the Atlantic Ocean you can see the Azores Islands;
below them to the right are the Madeira Islands ; a bit below are the
Canary Islands; and further South, close to the farthest western point
of Africa , are the Cape Verde Islands.

Note that the Sahara is huge and can be seen clearly both during
day time and night time.

To the left, on top, is Greenland, totally frozen.

Around the corner, a vanished friend

Around the corner, a vanished friend Aroundthe corner I have a friend, In this great city that has no end, Yet the days go by and weeks rush on, And before I know it, a year is gone. And I never see my old friends face, For life is a swift and terrible race, He knows I like him just as well, As in the days when I rang his bell. And he rang mine but we were younger then, And now we are busy, tired men. Tired of playing a foolish game, Tired of trying to make a name. "Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim Just to show that I'm thinking of him." But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes, And distance between us grows and grows. Around the corner, yet miles away, "Here's a telegram sir," "Jim died today." And that's what we get and deserve in the end. Around the corner, a vanished friend.

No one deserves it more

No one deserves it more Today, upon a bus, I saw a very beautiful woman And wished I were as beautiful When suddenly she rose to leave, I saw her hobble down the aisle. She had one leg and wore a crutch. But as she passed, she passed a smile. Oh, God, forgive me when I whine. I have two legs; the world is mine. I stopped to buy some candy. The lad who sold it had such charm. I talked with him, he seemed so glad. If I were late, it'd do no harm. And as I left, he said to me, "I thank you, you've been so kind. It's nice to talk with folks like you. You see," he said, "I'm blind." Oh, God, forgive me when I whine. I have two eyes; the world is mine. Later while walking down the street, I saw a child I knew. He stood and watched the others play, but he did not know what to do. I stopped a moment and then I said, "Why don't you join them dear?" He looked ahead without a word. I forgot, he couldn't hear. Oh, God, forgive me when I whine. I have two ears; the world is mine. With feet to take me where I'd go. With eyes to see the sunset's glow. With ears to hear what I'd know. Oh, God, forgive me when I whine. I've been blessed indeed, the world is mine. This morning when I wakened And saw the sun above, I softly said, "Good morning, Lord, Bless everyone I love." And right away I thought of you And said a loving prayer, That He would bless you specially, And keep you free from care. I thought of all the happiness A day could hold in store, I wished it all for you because No one deserves it more.