Diary of Ashish jain

Riches, mediocrity and poverty begin in the mind.

Tue, 16 Sep 2008 17:26:46 +0530

Good news or
bad news? It depends on how you see things. You can be bitter after
being cheated. Or you can choose to move on with your life.

Robert De
Vincenzo, the great Argentine golfer, once won a tournament and, after
receiving the check and smiling for the cameras, he went to the
clubhouse and prepared to leave. Some time later, he walked alone to
his car in the parking lot and was approached by a young woman.

She
congratulated him on his victory and then told him that her child was
seriously ill and near death. She did not know how she could pay the
doctor's bills and hospital expenses.

De
Vincenzo was touched by her story, and he took out a pen and endorsed
his winning check for payment to the woman. "Make some good days for
the baby," he said as he pressed the check into her hand.

The next week he was having lunch in a country club when a Professional Golf Association official
came to his table. "Some of the boys in the parking lot last week told
me you met a young woman there after you won that tournament." De
Vincenzo nodded. "Well," said the official, "I have news for you. She's
a phony. She has no sick baby. She's not even married. She fleeced you,
my friend."

"You mean there is no baby who is dying?" said De Vincenzo.

"That's right," said the official.

"That's the best good news I've heard all week." De Vincenzo said.

You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses.

When
you consistently maintain a positive frame of mind, you'll become known
as a problem-solver rather than a complainer. People avoid complainers.
They seek out problem-solvers.

You
can give in to the failure messages and be a bitter deadbeat of
excuses. Or you can choose to be happy and positive and excited about
life.

The difference between can and cannot are only three letters. Three letters that determine your life's direction.

Being positive or negative are habits of thoughts that have a very strong influence on life.

You Are The One I'm Thinking Of

Sat, 06 Sep 2008 00:59:14 +0530

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Incredible India

Sun, 17 Aug 2008 04:25:59 +0530

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Ducks Quack, Eagles Soar

Sun, 17 Aug 2008 00:22:26 +0530

No one can make you serve customers well.
That's because great service is a choice.

Harvey Mackay, tells a wonderful story about a cab driver that proved this point.

He
was waiting in line for a ride at the airport. When a cab pulled up,
the first thing Harvey noticed was that the taxi was polished to a
bright shine. Smartly dressed in a white shirt, black tie, and freshly
pressed black slacks, the cab driver jumped out and rounded the car to
open the back passenger door for Harvey .

He
handed my friend a laminated card and said:'I'm Wally, your driver.
While I'm loading your bags in the trunk I'd like you to read my
mission statement.'

Taken aback, Harvey read the card.

It said: Wally's Mission Statement:
To get my customers to their destination in the quickest, safest and cheapest way possible in a friendly environment.

This blew Harvey away. Especially when he noticed that the inside of the cab matched the outside. Spotlessly clean!

As he slid behind the wheel, Wally said, 'Would you like a cup of coffee? I have a thermos of regular and one of decaf.'

My friend said jokingly, 'No, I'd prefer a soft drink.'

Wally smiled and said, 'No problem. I have a cooler up front with regular and Diet Coke, water and orange juice.'

Almost stuttering, Harvey said, 'I'll take a Diet Coke.'

Handing
him his drink, Wally said, 'If you'd like something to read, I have The
Wall Street Journal, Time, Sports Illustrated and USA Today.'

As
they were pulling away, Wally handed my friend another laminated card,
'These are the stations I get and the music they play, if you'd like to
listen to the radio.'

And
as if that weren't enough, Wally told Harvey that he had the air
conditioning on and asked if the temperature was comfortable for him.

Then
he advised Harvey of the best route to his destination for that time of
day. He also let him know that he'd be happy to chat and tell him about
some of the sights or, if Harvey preferred, to leave him with his own
thoughts.

'Tell me, Wally,' my amazed friend asked the driver, 'have you always served customers like this?'

Wally
smiled into the rear view mirror. 'No, not always. In fact, it's only
been in the last two years. My first five years driving, I spent most
of my time complaining like all the rest of the cabbies do. Then I
heard the personal growth guru, Wayne Dyer , on the radio one day.

He had just written a book called You'll See It When You Believe It . Dyer said that if you get up in the morning expecting to have a bad day, you'll rarely disappoint yourself. He said, 'Stop
complaining! Differentiate yourself from your competition. Don't be a
duck. Be an eagle. Ducks quack and complain. Eagles soar above the
crowd.''

'That
hit me right between the eyes,' said Wally. 'Dyer was really talking
about me. I was always quacking and complaining, so I decided to change
my attitude and become an eagle. I looked around at the other cabs and
their drivers. The cabs were dirty, the drivers were unfriendly, and
the customers were unhappy. So I decided to make some changes. I put in
a few at a time. When my customers responded well, I did more.'

'I take it that has paid off for you,' Harvey said.

'It
sure has,' Wally replied. 'My first year as an eagle, I doubled my
income from the previous year. This year I'll probably quadruple it.
You were lucky to get me today. I don't sit at cabstands anymore. My
customers call me for appointments on my cell phone or leave a message
on my answering machine. If I can't pick them up myself, I get a
reliable cabbie friend to do it and I take a piece of the action.'

Wally
was phenomenal. He was running a limo service out of a Yellow Cab. I've
probably told that story to more than fifty cab drivers over the years,
and only two took the idea and ran with it. Whenever I go to their
cities, I give them a call. The rest of the drivers quacked like ducks
and told me all the reasons they couldn't do any of what I was
suggesting.

Wally the Cab Driver made a different choice. He decided to stop quacking like ducks and start soaring like eagles.

How about us?

Smile, and the whole world smiles with you.....The ball is in our hands!

A
man reaps what he sows. Let us not become weary in doing good, for at
the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up...let us do
good to all people.

Happy Independence Day

Thu, 14 Aug 2008 22:50:46 +0530

sawantrata diwas par huye hum ajad par kya is azadi ko hum sambhal paye hai
kya mila hume aur kya khoya humne
kya iska hisab hum rakh paye hai
baapu ko yaad kia vande matram bhi kaha
par dil mai sachchai ke kuch anshu hum la paye hai
hus ke humne subko wish kia
kya sachche mayne mai hum is ajadi ko nibha paye hai
chal kapat se lipte huye hum kya aaj hum
kya is tirange ki laaj rakh paye hai
vatan se door ya vatan mai rah kar
kya hum uski mitti ko seene se laga paye hai

The Interview with God - A lesson for Life (Beautiful Flash Presentation)

Fri, 20 Jun 2008 17:12:35 +0530

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Winning Formula

Thu, 12 Jun 2008 21:28:25 +0530

Winning Formula

Thu, 12 Jun 2008 21:06:35 +0530

winning formula

The Flower And The Tree

Fri, 23 May 2008 20:18:24 +0530

One day there was a tree and a flower that sat close to each other on a
large prairie. The sun was shining bright and the air was crisp with
the warm summer breeze. The grass flowed freely and bent with the wind.
The flower sitting there with its green leaves and brightly coloured
flower blazing its scent and colour across the prairie for anyone to
see and smell.

The tree stood wide and tall with its branches flowing out; its
branches floating free on the gentle breezes of the wind. The branches
were full of bright green leaves that glistened in the sun. The tree
was majestic but very much humble to what its become.

One day the flower had many visitors to its pedals which made it glad.
The flower was proud that it was noticed and liked among the insects
that visited it. The flower boldly spoke and said with such fact, "I am
well noticed for I can spew my scent out to those that want to smell
and follow it. I am feeling good about myself for I have brought these
things to me and they have pollinated my flower."

The tree looking down in a rather disappointed sort of way spoke his
words quietly and softly, "Your flower is bright this I must truly say,
but your words are too strong for you notice little of why they have
come to this land. They come not for the brightness of your flower or
scent but for the food that is all around you in this wide open land.
Your words are arrogant considering how small you really are. They come
to me as well to feed on these flowers that I bear. They feast in the
powder that collects within all flowers. No matter who they are or
where they stand."

The flower shot back, "but you just don't get it do you? I am very
bright and I am for a reason. I am better than you and this I can
prove. I am well known throughout these parts that spread so far and so
wide. The truth that I speak will stand long before my eyes."

The tree just sat there in nothing but amazement, for the flower
refused to see what was truly being said. The flower sat there so smug
in its glory and gleam. It was proud that it had proven that a flower
is much greater than a tree. It refused to see that tree was covering
its head from the storms that came by. Covering its head from the rains
that devoured all else in its way.

The tree just stood there doing just what it does best. Sheltering all,
that needs its protection. Giving life to those that know where to look
and using its branches to support all life there.

Later that day a four-legged came along. It smelled the rich scent of
that wonderful flower. Its rather strong scent was sweet to its nose.
It wanted to find where this scent flowed from. And see where it grows.
It came on the flower and there it sat in its glory. Sitting there so
brightly and smelling its own glory.

The four-legged smelled that flower like no other it did before. It
seemed there was nothing like it that met its grand smell. The
four-legged was so impressed it just couldn't wait. It opened its mouth
and ate that flower head. The tree sat there in horror at what it just
saw. That poor flower had lost its lovely smell and its bright grandeur.

The moral of this story is nothing to seek. When you open your mouth,
you better be prepared. For what you seek may not be what you want. The
power of words flow strong and flow true. The power of words may one
day come back to eat you.

Lion, Rats, Snake & The Honeycomb

Fri, 23 May 2008 20:17:43 +0530

Once, a man saw in his dream that a lion was chasing him. The man ran
to a tree, climbed on to it and sat on a branch. He looked down and saw
that the lion was still there waiting for him.

The man then looked to his side where the branch he was sitting on was
attached to the tree and saw that two rats were circling around and
eating the branch. One rat was black and the other one was white. The
branch would fall on the ground very soon.

The man then looked below again with fear and discovered that a big
black snake had come and settled directly under him. The snake opened
its mouth right under the man so that he will fall into it.

The man then looked up to see if there was anything that he could hold
on to. He saw another branch with a honeycomb. Drops of honey were
falling from it. The man wanted to taste one of the drops. So, he put
his tongue out and tasted one of the fallen drops of honey. The honey
was amazing in taste. So, he wanted to taste another drop. As he did,
he got lost into the sweetness of the honey.

Meanwhile, he forgot about the two rats eating his branch away, the
lion on the ground and the snake that is sitting right under him.

After a while, he woke up from his sleep.

To get the meaning behind this dream, the man went to a pious scholar.
The scholar said "The lion you saw is your death. It always chases you
and goes where ever you go. The two rats, one black and one white, are
the night and the day. Black one is the night and the white one is the
day. They circle around, coming one after another, to eat your time as
they take you closer to death. The big black snake with a dark mouth is
your grave. It's there, just waiting for you to fall into it.

The honeycomb is this world and the sweet honey is the luxuries of this
world. We like to taste a drop of the luxuries of this world but it's
very sweet. Then we taste another drop and yet another. Meanwhile, we
get lost into it and we forget about our time, we forget about our
death and we forget about our graves."