tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179254662024-03-14T06:31:43.027+00:00Maverick's AgendaCV Arunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00845058047523560907noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17925466.post-26630168037302587832008-10-20T23:00:00.006+01:002008-10-22T23:36:59.127+01:00Dummies guide to Wedlock(Martyrdom)<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CNOBELL%7E1%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Wingdings; panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:2; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;} @font-face {font-family:Verdana; panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:swiss; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-1593833729 1073750107 16 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} /* List Definitions */ @list l0 {mso-list-id:330958653; mso-list-type:hybrid; mso-list-template-ids:686880362 1074331663 1074331673 1074331675 1074331663 1074331673 1074331675 1074331663 1074331673 1074331675;} @list l0:level1 {mso-level-start-at:9; mso-level-tab-stop:36.0pt; mso-level-number-position:left; text-indent:-18.0pt;} @list l1 {mso-list-id:477959517; mso-list-type:hybrid; mso-list-template-ids:-831515308 1074331663 1074331673 1074331675 1074331663 1074331673 1074331675 1074331663 1074331673 1074331675;} @list l1:level1 {mso-level-tab-stop:36.0pt; mso-level-number-position:left; text-indent:-18.0pt;} ol {margin-bottom:0cm;} ul {margin-bottom:0cm;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]-->It would be one of those Million $,€,£ or Rs ( choose your currency) question on everyone’s life.when you hit late 20’s- When are you getting married? To save few of my near and dear ones from insomnia or may be to help them attain salvation- Here are my batting tips for tucking those rib-cage breakers.
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<br />1. You are getting older, don’t you know?
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<br />Oh! Aren’t you aware historians shortly releasing a new historical nomenclature know as "reverse-chronicles’’ where the counting would be done like those good old pre-historic days in B.C. So, Chill out, you can get only younger from now on. Of course, M’am’ I am aware I am getting old, I know that. Did I answer your question?
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<br />2. In few years down the lane no one would be ready to marry you as you would be bald and potbellied.
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<br />That’s interesting anecdote rather prophecy. I was of the view that today the only thing that recedes faster than UK home prices were my hairline! Thanks a ton! you have given me goose bumps. Is it still few years ahead? Gracious me !!!!!!
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<br />3. Are you alright, yaar ? Are you one of those……you know… extreme…liberal..with….?????
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<br />Don’t worry mate. I am absolutely fine. I am as “straight” as Sachin’s straight drive. It’s got nothing to do with my bachelorhood.
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<br />4. Is it because what you earn isn’t sufficient enough?
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<br />Hmm!! It’s true; I can’t afford a Ferrari or a Flat in Kensington, atleast for a year or two. If that is your yardstick then I haven’t filed for Bankruptcy either, I am still solvent.
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<br />5. Haven’t you come across a girl, who is single,interesting and intelligent?
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<br />You know it better. Don’t you. Hmm…..thinking…..did I?.....Forget it, Does it really matter ? Ok, to be honest with you, ISRO wants me to be their Astrogator, ASAP. I am starting my Lunar voyage to find that elusive E.T.
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<br />6. Why haven’t you married yet? Couldn’t you find one! You should have told me earlier. I am really distressed to see you like this. Ok.Tell me the specifications? Sorry requirements, I know quite a few who could be of perfect match as I know you better than anyone else.
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<br />Here you go. I bet that would be the last time you would ever hear from him. There is no easier way than this to weed out unsolicited sympathizers.
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<br />7. This one really is a Knock-out , mostly from Middle aged- How is your health, son? Do you know nowadays due to work pressure/tension guys suffer Stroke/Diabetes even in their 20’s ?
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<br />I really appreciate your concern M’am. My BMI Prime is exactly 1.0 with Muscular content 54% against required 42%.Will it suffice? Unfortunately, capitulation is the only way out . As the syndromes thrown out will even send shivers down the spine of Nobel Laureates in Medicine.
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<br />8. Come on Man, Why are you so pessimistic? Definitely some one will say ‘YES ‘ you don’t look that bad.
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<br />Hold on a second!. This is news to me. Only on recent past I felt I can give Andre Agassi and Leonardo Di Caprio run for their money.
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<br />9. I think you are over-confident? Do you reckon finding a partner is as easy as finding a job?
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<br />O.M.G.Really, I haven’t got a clue as I never tried it. Ask an Investment banker which is easy? If finding job is no-brainer vis-à-vis finding match- I am already trounced.
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<br />10. Have a long term perspective, When you are old who will look after you ?
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<br />Absolutely, you are spot-on my dear. By looking at the plight of aged at mushrooming old-age homes I simply can’t disagree.
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<br />CV Arunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00845058047523560907noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17925466.post-21131206763751337542008-07-29T02:47:00.019+01:002008-08-19T10:49:58.196+01:00Digital Identity= Digital Nirvana<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >If one rates 5 things she/he can’t live without in Orkut, which would be the unanimous choice? Internet...Internet…Internet.Today, our virtual identity matters more than real life’s. Such is my reliance on internet, I have forgotten last time- I visited my bank, or, bought an audio CD in shop, or, paying utility bills at the counter. While reading this <a href="http://krishashok.wordpress.com/2008/07/24/back-from-the-brink/"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)">blog</span></a> and <a href="http://blogs.reuters.com/india/2008/07/28/sophistication-and-savagery-in-ahmedabad/"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)">news </span></a><u><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)">,</span></u> I sympathise the hardship, these poor souls would have undergone.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%">
<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >So, here are my rudimentary detoxification tips on password management- to harness protection from identity theft.
<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgQYV_WHE8qf5EzIrXhymZI6CFc-0G4IbwpetxBhZBTm3LBawvxY5xRQKtFV1KXzg4AvVdp4Q-89uaGSuBfsAF-NvH5L3be-EIMuN2-15vijdPRvr_M8GkqQDzqCvGpP8crxxU/s1600-h/tree-winter.JPG"></a>You must have descended today, on ‘time-machine’ from “Pangea” – if your password conforms to one of the following:</span><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><ul type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >girl-friend’s name- mostly ex :) ,</span><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-size:100%;" ><?xml:namespace prefix = u1 /><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >birth place, school/college or pet’s name, home town or dictionary words,</span><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-size:100%;" ><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >without complex-numeric characters like @,0,#,$.7,&,*,</span><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-size:100%;" ><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >written on your diary/note book,</span><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-size:100%;" ><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >at your cubicle- pompously displayed like ‘Medal of Honour’- on post-it.</span></li></ul>
<br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >All it takes few minutes, if not seconds- to hack into your accounts with tools like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rainbow_table"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)">rainbow tables</span></a> and <a href="http://sectools.org/crackers.html"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)">crackers</span></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"> .</span> With ‘N’ number of passwords one need to remember at ‘office’ or ‘home’ like windows login, ERP/CRM, personal email, internet banking, online groups, blogs… it isn’t pragmatic to have it unique at all times as SSO(Single Sign On) is light years away. Recycling of same password for different accounts isn’t a good option either.
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<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >So, how would one surf safely? If you don’t harbour fantasies, to recourse ‘Green Card’ from ‘Adam and Eve’s’ wonderland -try one of these:-
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<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 18pt"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">1. Apply your ingenuity, longer the password, safer it is- try your favourite Thiru-kural, phrases, or songs-</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 18pt"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 18pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >a. "N0thing-g0nn@-change-my-life"</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 18pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >b. "N0thing-is-imp0ssible"</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 18pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >c. "We-d0n’t-need-n0-educ@ti0n"
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<br /></span><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-size:100%;" ><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 18pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-size:100%;" >Note:- replaced o with 0,n with N, a with @ (for heaven’s sake, don’t use any of the above as your password)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 18pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-size:100%;" ><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 18pt"><meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Generator"><meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Originator"><link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CNOBELL%7E1%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Verdana; panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:swiss; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-1593833729 1073750107 16 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink {color:blue; text-decoration:underline; text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed {color:purple; text-decoration:underline; text-underline:single;} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 18pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">2. Take assistance from reliable firefox add-ons for <a href="https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/browse/type:1/cat:12"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153); TEXT-DECORATION: none">password and privacy</span></a> <a href="https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/browse/type:1/cat:12"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153); TEXT-DECORATION: none">management.</span></a></span></p>
<br /><u1:p></u1:p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 18pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">3. Avail goodies like encryption (https://) from service providers like <a href="http://gmailblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/making-security-easier.html"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153); TEXT-DECORATION: none">this</span></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)">.</span></span></p>
<br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 18pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">4. Shun clicking pop-up adverts and phishing emails, as they are synonymous with investing on Chennai chit funds- direct flight to deprivation</span></p>
<br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 18pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">5. If you are browsing on public places like Airports, Parks, Cybercafés use on-screen virtual keyboards to login to your internet banking. It shields from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keystroke_logging"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153); TEXT-DECORATION: none">key-loggers.
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<br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 18pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">6. Finally, do take backup of your important<span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"> </span><a href="http://mail.google.com/support/bin/answer.py?hl=en&answer=77689"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153); TEXT-DECORATION: none">emails and files</span></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)">.</span></span><o:p></o:p></p><span style="font-size:10;"><o:p></o:p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 18pt"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><style> v\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} o\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} w\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} .shape {behavior:url(#def</style>
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<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CNOBELL%7E1%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Verdana; panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:swiss; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-1593833729 1073750107 16 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} /* List Definitions */ @list l0 {mso-list-id:1186674860; mso-list-type:hybrid; mso-list-template-ids:80350084 1074331663 1074331673 1074331675 1074331663 1074331673 1074331675 1074331663 1074331673 1074331675;} @list l0:level1 {mso-level-tab-stop:36.0pt; mso-level-number-position:left; text-indent:-18.0pt;} ol {margin-bottom:0cm;} ul {margin-bottom:0cm;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <ol style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="1" type="1"><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >Social skills- Social and behavioural training should be made mandatory for students and young alike- Queuing up in public places, No littering, and mobile phone etiquettes.<o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >Criticism- There is razor edge difference between being confident and arrogant. Criticism should be viewed as an enabler and catalyst to glory; browbeating/smattering on online forums and comments section will take us nowhere- belittles our achievement and goals. I, Me, and Myself, is the epitome of tribe on extinct.<o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >Identity- Love for ‘</span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >India</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >’ or ‘indianess’ shouldn’t be trumpeted by alluding negativity over other races, religions or country. <o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >History– Respect and learn from past, “History only repeats itself”.<o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >Social Responsibility- No, ‘Donating’ or ‘sponsoring’ NGO’s or associations for tax reason, isn’t social responsibility. Society needs your ‘knowhow’ and ‘time’, not greenbucks. Stop whining, if you don’t want to make hand dirty.<o:p></o:p></span></li></ol> CV Arunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00845058047523560907noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17925466.post-64307422002504262002007-05-14T12:34:00.001+01:002008-07-27T02:56:35.262+01:00Unassuming Herald - Mr Suresh KamathHere is a person who unequivocally biased to Physicaly challenged persons ability .In my earlier job i had an opportunity to interact with Lasersoft in chennai and have heard a lot about Mr Kamath's committment, discipline and magnanimity.<br /><br />I am really happy to share this news feed on this <a href="http://www.rediff.com/money/2007/may/10bspec.htm">unassuming leader</a>.CV Arunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00845058047523560907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17925466.post-77095853883067921322007-04-11T23:41:00.000+01:002007-04-12T13:23:16.688+01:00Blogging takes corporate centerstageThough blogs are there for years just for curio i started my first blog in early 2005 and lost track of it. But lately blogs and wiki are my major source of information for research especially on my work. Lately blogs have taken gigantic dimension in information dissemination right from Media independence to consensus.<br /><br />Today most of the corporate CXO's communicate with their users through corporate blog,It gives pretty good insight on corporate strategy and roadmap.Google blog search comes handy as well.Though blogs are mainly used by individuals to vent out their frustration/happiness some real professional work is being carried out.May be when time(if i tame my laziness) permits will list out in detail the blogs i surf through.CV Arunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00845058047523560907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17925466.post-1169211827601885272007-01-19T12:56:00.002+00:002008-07-27T02:54:16.254+01:00Visionary- Mukesh AmbaniIt's amazing and infectious to find people with extra-ordinary vision and determination.This guy is surely one among them.Don't miss his <a href="http://www.rediff.com/money/2007/jan/19inter.htm">interview</a>, great stuff.CV Arunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00845058047523560907noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17925466.post-1139942785560395252006-02-14T18:44:00.003+00:002008-07-13T01:41:55.605+01:00President's Address on Indian state of affairs<span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" ><span style=";font-family:verdana;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" >After a lull here I am posting an another wonderful speech given by our President in Hyderabad.</span><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:100%;" ><b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="">Dr. APJ Abdul Kalaam's speech in Hyderabad.</span></b><br /><br /></span><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">"I have three visions for India.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">1. In 3000 years of our history, people from all over the world have come and invaded us, captured our lands, conquered our minds. F rom Alexander onwards. The Greeks, the Turks, the Moguls, the Portuguese, the British, the French, the Dutch, all of them came and looted us, took over what was ours. Yet we have not done this to any other nation. We have not conquered anyone.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">2. We have not grabbed their land, their culture, their history and tried to enforce our way of life on them. Why? Because we respect the freedom of others. That is why my first vision is that of FREEDOM. I believe that India got its first vision of this in 1857, when we started the war of independence. It is this freedom that we must protect and nurture and build on. If we are not free, no one will respect us.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">3. My second vision for India is DEVELOPMENT. For fifty years we have been a developing nation. It is time we see ourselves as a developed nation. We are among top 5 nations of the world in terms of GDP. We have 10 percent growth rate in most areas. Our poverty levels are falling. Our achievements are being global ly recognized today. Yet we lack the self-confidence to see ourselves as a developed</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">nation, self- reliant and self-assured. Isn't this incorrect?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">4. I have a THIRD vision. India must stand up to the world. Because I believe that, unless India stands up to the world, no one will respect us. Only strength respects strength. We must be strong not only as a military power but also as an economic power. Both must go hand-in-hand. My good fortune was to have worked with three great minds. Dr. Vikram Sarabhai of the Dept. of space,Professor Satish Dhawan, who succeeded him and Dr.Brahm Prakash, father of nuclear material. I was lucky to have worked with all three of them closely and consider this the great opportunity of my life.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">5. I see four milestones in my career:</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Twenty years I spent in ISRO. I was given the opportunity to be the project director for India's first satellite launch vehicle, SLV3. The one that launched Rohini. These years played a very important role in my life of Scientist.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">After my ISRO years, I joined DRDO and got a chance to be the part of India's guided missile program. It was my second bliss when Agni met its mission requirements in 1994.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The Dept. of Atomic Energy and DRDO had this tremendous partnership in the recent nuclear tests, on May 11 and 13. This was the third bliss. The joy of participating with my team in these nuclear tests and proving to the world that India can make it, that we are no longer a developing nation but one of them. It made me feel very proud as an Indian. The fact that we have now developed for Agni a re-entry structure, for which we have developed this new material. A Very light material called carbon-carbon.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">One day an orthopedic surgeon from Nizam Institute of Medical Sciences visited my laboratory. He lifted the material and found it so light that he took me to his hospital and showed me his patients. There were these little girls and boys with hea vy metallic calipers weighing over three Kg. each, dragging their feet around.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">He said to me: Please remove the pain of my patients.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">In three weeks, we made these Floor reaction Orthosis 300-gram calipers and took them to the orthopedic center. The children didn't believe their eyes. From dragging around a three kg. load on their legs, they could now move around!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Their parents had tears in their eyes. That was my fourth bliss!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">6. Why is the media here so negative? Why are we in India so embarrassed to recognize our own strengths, our achievements? We are such a great nation. We have so many amazing success stories but we refuse to acknowledge them.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">7. Why?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">We are the first in milk production.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">We are number one in Remote sensing satellites.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">We are the second largest producer of wheat.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">We are the second largest producer of rice.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">8. Look at Dr. Sudarshan, he has transferred the tribal village into a</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">self-sustaining, self driving unit. There are millionsof such achievements</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">but our media is only obsessed in the bad news and failures and disasters.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">9. I was in Tel Aviv once and I was reading the Israeli newspaper. It was the day after a lot of attacks and bombardments and deaths had taken place. The Hamas had struck. But the front page of the newspaper had the picture of a Jewish gentleman who in five years had transformed his desert land into an orchid and a granary. It was this inspiring picture that everyone woke up to. The gory details of killings, bombardments, deaths, were inside in the newspaper, buried among other news.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">10. In India we only read about death, sickness, terrorism, crime. Why are we so NEGATIVE?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">11. Another question: Why are we, as a nation so obsessed with foreign things?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">12. We want foreign TVs, we want foreign shirts. We want foreign technology. Why this obsession with everything imported. Do we not realize that self-respect comes with self-reliance?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">13. I was in Hyderabad giving this lecture, when a 14 year old girl asked me for my autograph. I asked her what her goal in life is.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">She replied: I want to live in a developed India.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">For her, you and I will have to build this developed India. You must proclaim. India is not an under-developed nation; it is a highly developed nation.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">14. Do you have 10 minutes? Allow me to come back with a vengeance.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Got 10 minutes for your country? If yes, then read; otherwise, choice is yours.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">YOU say that our government is inefficient.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">YOU say that our laws are too old.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">YOU say that the municipality does not pick up the garbage.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">YOU say that the phones don't work, the railways are a joke,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The airline is the worst in the world, mails never reach their</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">destination.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">YOU say that our country has been fed to the dogs and is the absolute pits.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">YOU say, say and say.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">15. What do YOU do about it? Take a person on his way to Singapore. Give him a name - YOURS. Give him a face - YOURS. YOU walk out of the airport and you are at your International best. In Singapore you don't throw cigarette butts on the roads or eat in the stores. YOU are as proud of their Underground links as they are. You pay $5 (approx. Rs.60) to drive through Orchard Road (equivalent of Mahim Causeway or Pedder Road) between 5 PM and 8 PM. YOUcomeback to the parking lot to punch your parking ticket if you have over stayed in a restaurant or a shopping mall irrespective of your status identity. In Singapore you don't say anything, DO YOU? YOU wouldn't dare to eat in public during Ramadan, in Dubai. YOU would not dare to go out without your head covered in Jeddah. YOU would not dare to buy an employee of the t elephone exchange in London at 10 pounds (Rs.650) a month to, "see to it that my STD and ISD calls are billed to someone else." YOU would not dare to speed beyond 55</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">mph (88 km/h) in Washington and then tell the traffic cop, "Jaanta hai main kaun hoon (Do you know who I am?). I am so and so's son. Take your two bucks and get lost."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">16. YOU wouldn't chuck an empty coconut shell anywhere other than the garbage pail on the beaches in Australia and New Zealand.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Why don't YOU spit Paan on the streets of Tokyo?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Why don't YOU use examination jockeys or buy fake certificates in Boston??? We are still talking of the same YOU. YOU who can respect and conform to a foreign system in other countries but cannot in your own. You who will throw papers and cigarettes on the road the moment you touch Indian ground. If you can be an involved and appreciative citizen in an alien country, why cannot you be the same here in India?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">17. Once in an interview, the famous Ex-muni cipal commissioner of Bombay, Mr.Tinaikar, had a point to make. "Rich people's dogs are walked on the streets to leave their affluent droppings all over the place," he said. "And then the same people turn around to criticize and blame the authorities for inefficiency and dirty pavements. What do they expect the officers to do? Go down with a broom every time their dog feels the pressure in his bowels?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">18. In America every dog owner has to clean up after his pet has done the job. Same in Japan. Will the Indian citizen do that here?" He's right.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">19. We go to the polls to choose a government and after that forfeit all responsibility. We sit back wanting to be pampered and expect the government to do everything for us whilst our contribution is totally negative. We expect the government to clean up but we are not going to stop chucking garbage all over the place nor are we going to stop to pick a up a stray piece of paper and throw it in the bin. We expect t he railways to provide clean bathrooms but we are not going to learn the proper use of bathrooms.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">20. We want Indian Airlines and Air India to provide the best of food and toiletries but we are not going to stop pilfering at the least opportunity. This applies even to the staff who is known not to pass on the service to the public. When it comes to burning social issues like those related to</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">women, dowry, girl child and others, we make loud drawing room protestations and continue to do the reverse at home. Our excuse? "It's the whole system which has to change, how will it matter if I alone forego my sons' rights to a dowry." So who's going to change the system?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">21. What does a system consist of? Very conveniently for us it consists of our neighbors, other households, other cities, other communities and the government. But definitely not me and YOU. When it comes to us actually making a positive contribution to the system we lock ourselves along with our families in to a safe cocoon and look into the distance at countries far away and wait for a Mr. Clean to come along & work miracles for us with a majestic sweep of his hand or we leave the country and run away.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">22. Like lazy cowards hounded by our fears we run to America to bask in their glory and praise their system. When New York becomes insecure we run to England. When England experiences unemployment, we take the next flight out to the Gulf. When the Gulf is war struck, we demand to be rescued and brought home by the Indian government. Everybody is out to abuse and rape the country. Nobody thinks of feeding the system. Our conscience is mortgaged to money.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">23. Dear Indians, The article is highly thought inductive, calls for a great deal of introspection and pricks one's conscience too....I am echoing J.F.Kennedy's words to his fellow Americans to relate to Indians.....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">"ASK WHAT WE CAN DO FOR INDIA AND DO WHAT HAS TO BE DONE TO MAKE</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">INDIA WHAT AMERICA AND OTHER WESTERN COUNTRIES ARE TODAY"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">24. Lets do what India needs from us.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Forward this mail to each Indian for a change instead of sending Jokes or junk mails.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Thank you,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Dr. Abdul Kalam</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">(PRESIDENT OF INDIA) </span></span></div> <span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Greetings!</span> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:100%;" ><b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style=""><br /></span></b></span></div> <blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </span></td></tr></tbody></table></blockquote>CV Arunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00845058047523560907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17925466.post-1129494771176009042005-10-16T21:29:00.000+01:002007-04-12T13:34:28.782+01:00James Bond Vs Andhrite<div class="Section1"> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#0033cc;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 51, 204); font-family: Arial;"><span style="color:#0000ff;">Hi 2 All,<br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#0033cc;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 51, 204); font-family: Arial;"><span style="color:#0000ff;">It's an old joke just got it by mail ..gut one enjoy.No means of offence for anyone....</span> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#0033cc;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 51, 204); font-family: Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#0033cc;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 51, 204); font-family: Arial;"> <hr align="center" size="2" width="100%"> </span></span></div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><strong><b><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New';"> Take it easy.Its a joke only :o)</span></span></b></strong><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"><br /><br /></span></span><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;">On a flight James bond was sitting next to a Telugu guy. (born and</span></span></tt><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"><br /></span></span><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;">brought</span></span></tt><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"><br /></span></span><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;">up in Andhra with strong sentiments)</span></span></tt><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"><br /></span></span><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;">The conversation went ahead as under</span></span></tt><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"><br /></span></span><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;">Telugu Guy: "Hello, May I know your name please?"</span></span></tt><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"><br /></span></span><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;">James Bond: "My name is Bond"</span></span></tt><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"><br /></span></span><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;">Continuing in his inimitable style, " ....James Bond."</span></span></tt><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"><br /></span></span><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;">Then Bond asks:"And you?"</span></span></tt><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"><br /></span></span><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;">Telugu Guy: " My name is Rao...</span></span></tt><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"><br /></span></span><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;">Siva Rao...</span></span></tt><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"><br /></span></span><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;">Samba Siva Rao...</span></span></tt><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"><br /></span></span><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;">Venkata Samba Siva Rao...</span></span></tt><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"><br /></span></span><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;">Yarlagadda Venkata Samba Siva Rao...</span></span></tt><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"><br /></span></span><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;">Rajasekhara Yarlagadda Venkata Samba Siva Rao...</span></span></tt><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"><br /></span></span><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;">Sitaramanjaneyula Rajasekhara Yarlagadda Venkata Samba Siva Rao...</span></span></tt><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"><br /></span></span><st1:city><st1:place><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"><st1:place st="on"><st1:city style="background-position: left bottom; background-image: url(res://ietag.dll/#34/#1001); background-repeat: repeat-x;" tabindex="0" st="on">Vijayawada</ST1:CITY></ST1:PLACE></span></span></tt></st1:place></st1:City><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> Sitaramanjaneyula Rajasekhara Yarlagadda Venkata Samba Siva</span></span></tt><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"><br /></span></span><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;">Rao..."</span></span></tt><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"><br /><br /></span></span><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;">Since then whenever anyone asks Bond his name he simply says "James</span></span></tt><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"><br /></span></span><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;">Bond" </span></span></tt><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#0033cc;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 51, 204); font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#0033cc;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 51, 204); font-family: Arial;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div> <p><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#0033cc;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 51, 204); font-family: Arial;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div>CV Arunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00845058047523560907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17925466.post-1129485782090245562005-10-16T18:59:00.000+01:002005-10-16T19:03:02.126+01:00Steve Job's inspirational speech<div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"> <div class="Section1"> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Hi 2 all,It my second coming to Blogs as i had forgotten my first blog which was created during the hey days just like internet bubble.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">So thought will share with everyone abt the news which had interested me.A sample below.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><tt><b><u><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;">Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple and Pixar, spoke at Stanford on June 12, 2005:</span></span></u></b></tt><br /><br /><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>told,<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>to tell<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>stories.</span></span></tt><br /><br /><tt><b><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;">The first story is about connecting the dots.</span></span></b></tt><br /><br /><span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">I dropped out of <st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on">Reed</st1:PlaceName> <st1:placetype st="on">College</st1:PlaceType></st1:place> after the first 6 months, but then stayed around<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>I drop<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>out?</span></span></tt><br /><br /><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl.<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>So my<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>asking:<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></tt></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">"We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course."<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>my patents promised that I would someday go to college.</span></span></tt><br /><br /><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>was<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>how<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>the<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>trust<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>looking back it<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>could<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>on the ones that looked interesting.</span></span></tt><br /><br /><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>in friends'rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>would<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>week<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>by<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. </span></span></tt><br /><br /><span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Let me<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>give you one example:</span></span></tt><br /><br /><st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on"><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Reed</span></span></tt></st1:PlaceName><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"> <st1:placetype st="on">College</st1:PlaceType></span></span></tt></st1:place><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"> at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>in<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer,<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>how to<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.</span></span></tt><br /><br /><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>with</span></span></tt><br /><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college,<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>have<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>clear<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>looking backwards ten years later.<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect</span></span></tt><br /><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">in<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>your future. You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma,<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>difference in my life.<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span></span></span></tt><br /><br /><span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><tt><b><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;">My second story is about love and loss.</span></span></b></tt><br /><br /><span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">I was lucky - I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over</span></span></tt><br /><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation - the Macintosh <span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;">– </span></span>a<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>with<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>my<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>I <span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>the previous<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>even<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>dawn on me - I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>I<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>decided to start over.<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></tt></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><tt><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></tt></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>company<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film,<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world.<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>In a<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I retuned to Apple, and the<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it.<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>got to<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>is to<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle.<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>As with<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>great<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>looking<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>until you find it. Don't settle.<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></tt></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><tt><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></tt></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><tt><b><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;">My third story is about death.</span></span></b></tt><br /><br /><span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life,<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>everything - all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>truly important. Remembering that your are going to die is the best way I know<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.</span></span></tt><br /><br /><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>of<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order,<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>few<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>as<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>a very rare form of <span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>surgery and I'm fine now.</span></span></tt><br /><br /><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>I get for<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>with a bit<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual </span></span></tt><br /><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">concept:</span></span></tt><br /><br /><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>die<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>best <span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>to make way<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>dramatic,<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>but it is quite true.<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></tt></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><tt><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></tt></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking.<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice.<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>And<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>secondary.</span></span></tt><br /><br /><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Menlo Park</st1:place></st1:City>, and he brought<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>it<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>personal<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters,<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form,<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>neat tools and great notions.<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog,<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>and<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s,<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>photograph of<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>hitchhiking on if<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>Foolish." <span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></tt></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><tt><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></tt></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>graduate to<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>begin anew, I wish that for you.</span></span></tt><br /><br /><tt><b><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;">Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.</span></span></b></tt><br /><br /><span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><tt><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Thank you all very much.</span></span></tt><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Regs<br /><o:p></o:p></p> </div></span></div> <div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Arun<br /></span></div>CV Arunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00845058047523560907noreply@blogger.com0