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		<title>Identify your Golf balls</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 16:40:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>AK Raman</dc:creator>
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A professor stood before his Philosophy class and had some items in front of him.
When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.
 
 
He then asked the students if the jar was full.
 
They agreed that it was. 
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<p>A professor stood before his Philosophy class and had some items in front of him.</p>
<p>When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.<br />
 <img class="alignright" src="http://www.discountgolfballs.com/images/golf_balls/golf_balls_250x251.jpg" alt="" /><br />
 <br />
He then asked the students if the jar was full.<br />
 <br />
They agreed that it was. </p>
<p>The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar.<br />
 <br />
He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.</p>
<p>He then asked the students again if the jar was full.<br />
 <br />
They agreed it was.<br />
 <br />
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.<br />
 <br />
Of course, the sand filled up everything else.<br />
 <br />
 <br />
He asked once more if the jar was full.<br />
 <br />
The students responded with a unanimous &#8220;yes.&#8221;<br />
 <br />
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand.</p>
<p> <br />
The students laughed.<br />
 <br />
&#8220;Now,&#8221; said the professor, as the laughter subsided, &#8220;I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life&#8221;.<br />
 <br />
&#8220;The golf balls are the important things &#8211; your God, family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions &#8211; things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full&#8221;.<br />
 <br />
 <br />
&#8220;The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car&#8221;.<br />
 <br />
&#8220;The sand is everything else&#8211;the small stuff&#8221;.<br />
 <br />
&#8220;If you put the sand into the jar first,&#8221; he continued, &#8220;there is no room for the pebbles or the  golf balls&#8221;.<br />
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&#8220;The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you&#8221;.<br />
 <br />
&#8220;Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness&#8221;.<br />
 <br />
&#8220;Play with your children&#8221;.<br />
 <br />
&#8220;Take time to get medical checkups&#8221;.<br />
 <br />
&#8220;Take your partner out to dinner&#8221;.<br />
 <br />
&#8220;Play another game you like&#8221;.<br />
 <br />
&#8220;There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal&#8221;.<br />
 <br />
 <br />
&#8220;Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter&#8221;.<br />
 <br />
&#8220;Set your priorities&#8221;.<br />
 <br />
&#8220;The rest is just sand.&#8221;<br />
 <br />
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.<br />
 <br />
The professor smiled. &#8220;I&#8217;m glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there&#8217;s always room for a cup of coffee<br />
with a friend&#8221;.<br />
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Contibution: AK Raman, N.Swaminathan (Om Spectrum financials)</p>
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		<title>Self Appraisal&#8230;a short story</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 21:23:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nish</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a soda carton and pulled it over to the telephone. He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digits (phone numbers). 
The store-owner observed and listened to the conversation: 
Boy: &#8220;Lady, Can [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #000066;">A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a soda carton and pulled it over to the telephone. He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digits (phone numbers). </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000066;">The store-owner observed and listened to the conversation: </span><br />
<span style="color: #000066;">Boy: &#8220;Lady, Can you give me the job of cutting your lawn? </span><br />
<span style="color: #000066;">Woman: (at the other end of the phone line): &#8220;I already have someone to cut my lawn.&#8221; </span><br />
<span style="color: #000066;">Boy: &#8220;Lady, I will cut your lawn for half the price of the person who cuts your lawn now.&#8221; Woman: I&#8217;m very satisfied with the person who is presently cutting my lawn. </span><br />
<span style="color: #000066;">Boy: (with more perseverance) : &#8220;Lady, I&#8217;ll even sweepyour curb and your sidewalk, so on Sunday you willhave the prettiest lawn in all of Palm beach, Florida.&#8221; </span><br />
<span style="color: #000066;">Woman: No, thank you. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000066;">With a smile on his face, the little boy replaced the receiver. The store-owner, who was listening to all this, walked over to the boy. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000066;">Store Owner: &#8220;Son&#8230; I like your attitude; I like that positive spirit and would like to offer you a job.&#8221; </span><br />
<span style="color: #000066;">Boy: &#8220;No thanks, </span><br />
<span style="color: #000066;">Store Owner: But you were really pleading for one. </span><br />
<span style="color: #000066;">Boy: No Sir, I was just checking my performance at thejob I already have. I am the one who is working for that lady I was talking to!&#8221; </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000066;">This is what we call &#8220;Self Appraisal&#8221;</span></p>
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		<title>KIDNAPPING&#8230;.. a story by A.K. Raman</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 20:03:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nish</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The maths teacher was teaching set theory and Priya was engrossed in the lecture and was trying to capture and understand each and every point the teacher was making. Presently the teacher stopped her lecture and went towards the entrance of the classroom. Priya’s gaze followed her teacher and saw the school peon standing at [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #000066;">The maths teacher was teaching set theory and <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span> was engrossed in the lecture and was trying to capture and understand each and every point the teacher was making. Presently the teacher stopped her lecture and went towards the entrance of the classroom. <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span>’s gaze followed her teacher and saw the school peon standing at the entrance. <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span> noticed him talking politely in a hushed voice. Presently the teacher looked up and called <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span>. She got up and went near them wide eyed with confusion. The Head master had wanted to meet her immediately.On the way to the Head master’s room, <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span>’s mind was racing. She was studying class eight and was considered one of bright students of her class. She was well disciplined and was liked by her classmates and teachers. As such there was no reason for the Head master to call her to punish or warn. So what could be the reason for calling her? She was very anxious with a ting of fear as the Head master nodded her to come inside the room.</p>
<p><span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span> saw one well-dressed man sitting opposite the Head master. The gentle look of the Head master assured her that she had done no mistake and the subject was something else. Slightly encouraged, but still in confusion, she looked up to listen the Head master. The Head master cleared his throat and said,</p>
<p>“ So you are <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span> dear please come near me.”<br />
As <span class="blsp-spelling-error">priya</span> went near the Head master he put his arm gently around her and asked<br />
“ <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span>! Can you tell me where is your father now?”<br />
“ Yes Sir. He has gone to Delhi to attend some important official meeting. In fact he left our house in the morning to the Airport to catch the 11 O clock flight to Delhi. He assured me that he would return in two days.” <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span> replied.<br />
“ Oh dear I know you are a brave girl. So be brave. Everything will be alright in a few days.”<br />
The prelude made <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span> to look at the Head master more confused.<br />
“ Dear! Your father met with a mild accident on the way to the Airport. Fortunately some kind man had seen him and admitted him in the hospital near the Airport. He had found her home address and phone number from your father’s visiting card and had telephoned your mother about the accident. Your mother had already gone to the hospital. She had telephoned to your father’s office and had requested the gentleman sitting here to take you to the hospital. So he had come here to take you.”</p>
<p>Tears flooded <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span>’s eyes and she started to weep heavily with occasional bursts of uncontrollable sorrow. She was allowed to weep uninterrupted. After few minutes of sobbing <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span> wiped her tears and slowly looked up.</p>
<p>“ Please allow me to make a phone call to my house.” She requested with a choked voice.<br />
“ Certainly my little girl. Give me the number so that I can make the call.” The Head master replied in reassuring voice.</p>
<p>The servant maid answered the call and confirmed the message of the accident and said that <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span>’s mother had already gone to the hospital in a car sent by the hospital and also gave the number of the hospital.<br />
“ May I talk to my mother please?” <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span> pleaded sobbing in between.<br />
“ Yes! Yes! Dear. I am dialing the hospital now. Don’t worry. I will get your mother.” The Head master was most sympathetic. A man’s voice identified the hospital and wanted to know what he could do for them. The head master explained the situation and wanted <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span>’s mother on the phone. Within a minute <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span>’s mother came on the phone and the Head master handed the phone to <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span>. Wiping her tears <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span> took the phone and asked in a choking voice,<br />
“ Oh Mum! Tell me what happened?”<br />
“ It is terrible my darling. Your father’s life is in danger”<br />
“Mum! Is the accident severe?”<br />
“Yes my little girl” Her mother was crying loudly.<br />
“Father’s friend has come here to take me to the hospital. Should I Come there?” For a full minute her mother went on crying and then said in a whisper<br />
“Yes”<br />
“Mum! Tell me one thing. Is it the third time? Are you hearing me Mum. Is it the third time?”<br />
“What? The third time? …m..<span class="blsp-spelling-error">mmm</span> …<span class="blsp-spelling-error">mmmmm</span>. Oh! My darling. Not the third time. Certainly not the third time. It is the first time. Oh! My pretty child! Certainly not the third time. It is the first time your father’s life is in danger.” Her mother replied in a voice full of emotion.<br />
<span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span> started trembling and her eyes were wide with fear. She put the phone back on the cradle. She put her head on the table in between her hands and wept for minutes together her body trembling occasionally. Her father’s friend put his hand around her and cajoled her. He requested her to accompany him to the hospital. He also mumbled that he had to attend a meeting in the evening and have to rush back after leaving her in the hospital.</p>
<p><span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span> got up and walked slowly and reluctantly with him through the long passage. They crossed the school ground and went to the gate. Suddenly <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span> jerked to a stop and said<br />
“ Uncle! I have forgotten to take my books and <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Tiffin</span> box. Please wait for me here till I get them from my classroom.” Then she turned towards the security guard and pleaded,<br />
“Security uncle! Please let this uncle stand here till I come back.” <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span> turned back and ran fast towards the school building. As minutes flew, her father’s friend was getting impatient. The security guard was watching him curiously. Suddenly the phone in the gate rang and the guard took the phone listened attentively and silently for few minutes. Then he put the phone back and murmured to nobody in particular.</p>
<p>“The Administrative Officer is passing orders as if I have no other work in the world.” He took out a <span class="blsp-spelling-error">beedi</span> and started smoking enjoying every puff. He hummed a nice tune and drowned himself in his routine manner.</p>
<p>It took full ten minutes for <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span> to return to the gate with her school bag and <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Tiffin</span> box. As she and her father’s friend started leaving through the gate the guard stood up asked <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span> for the gate pass to leave the school early.</p>
<p>“But Uncle! It is the HM who asked me to go with this uncle. In fact my father met with an accident…………”<br />
“ My little girl. I don’t care what happened to you or your father. If you want to leave the school you have to give me the gate pass. It seems that some boys of tenth standard had jumped the compound wall and left the school early yesterday. The Administrative Officer rang me a few minutes back and gave me a full dressing. He says that he had to face the music from the Head master yesterday. How a single man could watch the whole compound standing at the gate?” ”But uncle my father’s life is in dange<br />
r and I want to be near him at the earliest’”<br />
“In that case don’t stand here arguing and go and get the gate pass as soon as possible. That way nobody would hold me responsible.”</p>
<p><span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span>’s father’s friend tried to convince the guard. But the guard stood his ground. He became impatient and the more he argued the more the guard became stubborn. As the argument was about to become violent <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span> intervened,</p>
<p>“Uncle! There is no use arguing with him. After all he is doing his duty. We have got the permission from the HM. I will run back and get the gate pass in a minute.”<br />
“Okay! Then run back and get the gate pass. I am waiting outside near the car. Remember I cannot wait endlessly. I have got little time and I have to leave early.”</p>
<p><span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span> had left the place before he could finish his speech. It took more than five minutes for her to reappear with the gate pass. The guard took his own time examining the gate pass. <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span>’s father’s friend lost his patience went angrily towards the guard gesticulating violently. The Guard kept the gate pass in his file and nodded <span class="blsp-spelling-error">priya</span> to pass through the side gate. Her father’s friend returned back to the car, opened the gate and sat inside the car. The driver started the engine. <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span>’s body was shivering as she crossed the side gate and dragged her feet towards the car. Once near the car, she turned back suddenly and ran towards the security guard with outstretched hands. Her father’s friend got down from the car and ran towards <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span> as if to catch her. The guard stepped out and lifted her, ran inside his room and closed the door.<br />
As if from nowhere a police jeep screeched to a halt near the car. A police Inspector jumped from the jeep and caught <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span>’s father’s friend and pressed the nose of his revolver hard at his back. The Inspector whispered in his ear,</p>
<p>“One false move, my friend and I will pump all the six bullets through your spine”</p>
<p>By this time another constable had caught the driver of the car at lightning speed. Within minutes both the culprits were hand cuffed securely. The whole party including <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span> and the security guard rushed to the Head master’s room. The Head master called his secretary to arrange coffee for all and close the door. He instructed her not to allow anybody inside and wait for further instructions.</p>
<p>Inside the room all of them sat silently, sipping coffee. After about fifteen minutes the telephone rang. Before anybody could move, the Inspector lifted the phone, listened and said<br />
“Yes. Go ahead Inspector Ibrahim. Inspector <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Anand</span> here.”<br />
“You were absolutely correct. It was not a hospital at all. I checked the address from the telephone number you gave me. I went to the address along with one lady constable and ten constables all in civil dress. The constables surrounded the house and we went inside and arrested three criminals and rescued the lady. I have put the criminals in the lock up. I am coming there in ten minutes. Okay?” Inspector Ibrahim poured the words as if in hurry.<br />
“Okay. We are waiting here. Come fast.” Inspector <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Anand</span> responded. After a short time <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span>’s mother came along with Inspector Ibrahim. She was looking exhausted but relieved. Once everybody settled in his or her seat the Head master started the conversation.</p>
<p>“ If you are feeling all right, madam, please tell us how you managed convey <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span> that you have been kidnapped and warn her not to go with the man who pretended as your husband’s friend.<br />
She started to cry and tears flooded her eyes. After sometime she sat up and said,<br />
“The credit goes to <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span>. When you contacted me over phone, a man was standing by my side with a sharp knife in his hand. I was to confirm the accident and advise <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span> to come with this crook who called himself my husband’s friend. As all of you are aware my husband holds a big post. As he is very honest some people lost their easy way to earn quick money. It appears that one of them has decided to take revenge by kidnapping <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span> and me.</p>
<p>You may remember that sometime back a number of kidnappings made news. One day we were discussing these cases while dining. The discussion slowly turned towards the ways of avoiding such incidents. One of the most common methods of kidnapping is to inform the family about an accident to a family member or a very close relative or a friend. When people go out in search of the victim to help him the criminals catch them and take them away. Another way is to send a telegram from out stations where a family member has gone informing that the family member had met with an accident. Lesser criminals would send a telegram in the name of the family member who had gone there saying that he had lost all the money and asking for money to be sent to him care of a criminal staying in a lodge.</p>
<p>When we were discussing all these things <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span> asked her daddy how to differentiate between a true and a false message. Her father suggested to contact the person concerned somehow and to get confirmation. <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span> felt that it would take a long time to contact the person and somebody else might fake a confirmation.</p>
<p>Then her father suggested that in case any of us would ask for help from the family, we should always include a code word in the message in absence of which nobody should bother and inform the police.</p>
<p>“We are three in the family. So let our code word be THIRD MAN” My husband suggested.<br />
“I will fix the code. Nobody else can do it here” <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span> protested and fixed the code as THIRD TIME.<br />
“All of us laughed and agreed to her code.” <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span>’s mother continued.<br />
“I am a careless and foolish woman. Instead of contacting my husband’s office here to get the confirmation of the accident, I went out with the man who came with the accident message. I was very sad when they locked me inside the building. I was very surprised when they told me the name of a Hospital and asked me to confirm that my husband has been admitted in the hospital and ask <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span> to come here. I understood the trap they were laying for my little daughter. Please imagine the pain of a mother compelled to confirm false news thereby helping the criminals to kidnap her only daughter. The daughter in this case was careful enough and clever enough to get a confirmation of the news before leaving the school. My joy knew no bounds when my clever daughter reminded me of the code and insisted to hear the same from me. So when she told me “Mum! Tell me one thing. Is it the third time? Are you hearing me Mum. Is it the third time?” I suppressed my happiness and replied in the negative. Knowing very well that my daughter has understood, I braced myself for the eventuality” <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span>’s mother finished with an emotional voice.</p>
<p>The Head master cleared his throat and explained the remaining for the benefit of others.<br />
“After intimating the news to <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span>, the man left my room along with her, leaving me alone feeling for the poor child. I was taken aback when she returned forcing the door open and not even asking for permission to<br />
enter. I was annoyed at first and wanted to reprimand her, but when she explained everything I could not believe my ears. We both telephoned the police. We along with Inspector <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Anand</span> planned to lay a trap and catch the criminals and rescue her mother without the criminals knowing that we knew their plan. Accordingly <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span> returned to her classroom to pick up her school bag and <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Tiffin</span> box. In the meantime I telephoned the security guard using the intercom and explained everything and asked him to take care of the child but give her freedom to act. She dodged and stalled for time. The security guard on his part picked up an argument insisting for the gate pass. Then she came back to me asking for the gate pass. Only after seeing the police jeep, the security guard allowed her to go out. She went near the car only to identify it to the Inspector and ran back to the security guard who in turn took her to the safety of the closed room. The door can withhold the criminals for a few minutes only and he needed only few minutes. By the time the police acted in lightning speed and it was all over for the criminals.</p>
<p>Inspector <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Anand</span> explained his part. On receiving the report from the Head master, I alerted Inspected Ibrahim, In charge of Airport Police station and requested him to check the address and rescue the lady. Then I telephoned Delhi Police and arranged for the safety of <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span>’s father. Only then I moved fast to the school. I know the anxiety going through the child’s mind. But I had to do it to arrest the culprits and rescue the lady without any damage.</p>
<p>The next day News Papers screamed the story of the brave child and the arrest of all involved including some big shots. Security to <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span>’s father and his family has been tightened. The next day <span class="blsp-spelling-error">Priya</span> got a telegram from his father, which said</p>
<p><span style="color:#000066;">“SELF REACHING BY EVENING FLIGHT STOP CONGRATULATIONS TO MY BRAVE CHILD STOP YOU HAVE BEEN SELECTED FOR THE BRAVERY AWARD BY PRESIDENT ON <span class="blsp-spelling-error">REPUBLIC DAY</span> STOP IT IS THE THIRD TIME STOP<br />
YOUR PROUD DADDY</p>
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