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This is my first story that I have placed in a blog. I needed more courage to post it for an international audience than to write it. My invaluable friend Carl Mortimer profusely encouraged me to post this as a blog. I shall be happy to hear from some readers who may go through… Continue

In the pompous expanse of the Darbar Hall, Taj palace about 400 affluent, most Indian of course, assembled to be enlightened by the legend called Dr. Stephen R Covey. Yes, I was one of them who had their habits intellectualized the other day i.e. on the 16th October. However, I wonder how much of this learning can and will be, in Covey’s nomenclature, walked and lived by how many of us in course of the coming months, much less the life ahead. I am sure this would sound negative to those who talk… Continue

This is not a story. It happened last year on this day when I joined the family picnic party of our organization. I worked as the Vice President Human Resource of the group.

"I saw those three beggar children in Chamba, a small hill-town in the picturesque valley of Himachal Pradesh in India. They were thin and dark, and wore shabby and dirty clothes. Strangely though, they were full of life and smiles. They were vibrantly playful. They seemed to have accepted life for what it offered them. The… Continue

I remember a story that I read some time ago:

Once a picnic party was going on by the side of a river. The atmosphere was filled with fun and joy. Suddenly, one of the members saw a man drowning in the middle of the river and was crying for help. The whole group ran near the shore… Continue