Naveen's World

2008-12-25T12:47:00.005+05:30

India and Pakistan Map by 2012

It has been over a month after the Mumbai, before this dust has settled down, Pakistan media has come out with the a long term war results.

Here are two images of maps of India and Pakistan by the end of 2012 and 2020 respectively.

Original Link:
http://express.com.pk/epaper/PoPupwindow.aspx?newsID=1100533603&Issue=NP_LHE&Date=20081203

Original link
http://express.com.pk/epaper/PoPupwindow.aspx?newsID=1100533604&Issue=NP_LHE&Date=20081203

Everyone wants peace between the two countries.. Is this the peace module we are looking
at it. It clearly seems that they are looking forward for war to conquer India and extend they border to look as shown in the above images. Does this mean that pak media really needs a war?.

Under these circumstances India should keep all their options for war, and I guess India is already preparing for the same by getting some arms and ammunition from US as reported in this link on www.hotklix.com.

OK.. lets and see how far these goes...

2008-12-06T20:48:00.000+05:30

Human rights activists.

These three words which can steal anybodys peace of mind at anytime.

These are the people who come atlast in the line to claim their fame and mark their presence in the scene at the end of any event big or small (Politicians are first). Recently have seen some display boards saying “I would rather allow dogs visit my house rather than politicians”. My question is why can’t they include these human rights activists along with politicians in the same category. Any article in the ealry morning is like dark corner in the paper which I would like never like to read, In other way I would never like to see it at all.

I’m very happy when they come for help of a poor person who is really in need of help, but my question here is why do they and stand by the side terrorists or some useless who have already enough damage to the society. If a person has killed 10 others then it doesn’t matter to these people, but if a police or military person kills or injures this guy for the benifit of the society then it is a crime.

If I have the power like Adolf Hitler I would have treated these activists like the jews.

2006-10-22T22:03:00.000+05:30

Don’t scar your career!

Found this article written by MANISHA SINGH. I think it will be useful for all who will be join the software industry soon. Please be patient and go through the above lin when you have time.

2006-10-17T00:13:00.000+05:30

Building Your House

An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told his employer-contractor of his plans to leave the house-building business to live a more leisurely life with his wife and enjoy his extended family. He would miss the paycheck each week, but he wanted to retire. They could get by.

The contractor was sorry to see his good worker go & asked if he could build just one more house as a personal favor. The carpenter said yes, but over time it was easy to see that his heart was not in his work. He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior materials. It was an unfortunate way to end a dedicated career. When the carpenter finished his work, his employer came to inspect the house. Then he handed the front-door key to the carpenter and said, "This is your house... my gift to you.

"The carpenter was shocked! What a shame!"

If he had only known he was building his own house, he would have done it all so differently.

So it is with us. We build our lives, a day at a time, often putting less than our best into the building. Then, with a shock, we realize we have to live in the house we have built. If we could do it over, we would do it much differently.But, you cannot go back. You are the carpenter, and every day you hammer a nail, place a board, or erect a wall.

Someone once said, "Life is a do-it-yourself project." Your attitude, and the choices you make today, help build the "house" you will live in tomorrow. Therefore, Build wisely!

2006-09-19T21:44:00.000+05:30

It was a sports stadium.
Eight Children were standing on the track toparticipate in the running event.
* Ready! * Steady! * Bang !!!
With the sound of Toy pistol, all eight girls started running.Hardly have they covered ten to ! fifteen steps, one of the smaller girls slipped and fell down, due to bruises and pain she started crying.When other seven girls heard this sound, stopped running, stood for a while andturned back, they all ran back to the place where the girl fell down.One among them bent,! picked and kissed the girl gently and enquired'Now pain must have reduced' . All seven girls lifted the fallen girl, pacifiedher, two of them held the girl firmly and they all seven joined hands together and walked together and reached the winning post.Officials were shocked. Clapping of thousands of spectators filled the stadium.Many eyes were filled with tears and perhaps it had reached the GOD even!YES. This happened in Hyderabad [INDIA], recently!The sport was conducted by National Institute of Mental Health.All these special girls had come to participate in this event and they are spastic children.Yes, they were mentally retarded Challenged.

What did they teach this world?

Teamwork?
Humanity?
Equality among all?????

Successful people help others who are slow in learning so that they are not felt far behind.

2006-09-16T00:38:00.001+05:30

I'll always look back
As I walk away
This memoryWill last for eternity
And all of our tears
Will be lost in the rain
When I've found my way
Back to your arms again
But until that day
You know you are in my heart

2006-09-03T23:21:00.000+05:30

spend some time with your family in this fast moving world

I had a chance of reading this story and thought of sharing this with you too..This is as said by a person who loved his parents a lot.

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said I love you but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie."What's wrong, are you well," she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news."I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you," I responded. "Just the two of us."She thought about it for a moment, and then said, "I would like that very much."That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up. I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's."I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, "she said, as she got into the car. " They can't wait to hear about our meeting". We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips "It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said. "Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded.During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation - nothing extraordinary, but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed."How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I did to not get to do anything for her.Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined.An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son."At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: "I LOVE YOU!" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than God and your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."

2006-08-25T10:28:00.000+05:30

OBC Reservations

Written below is the opinion of a IIT prof. Who has been working in the elite institution for long.

Nearly six decades after independence, this country is planning toannounce that majority of its population is backward and does nothave equal opportunity to pursue education and employment. Alongwith this, it is going to open up a Pandora's Box by various castegroups to be classified as "backward". What an interesting way tobegin the 21st century when finally India was beginning to emerge asa serious player in the new knowledge economy! The major carrot thatis being doled out is the seats in the elite medical, engineeringand management Institutes. What bothers me is no one is interested in even consulting the people who have built these Institutions andbrought them to this stature. I have strong views on efficacy of reservations in general but here I would confine myself to theissues concerning IITs. At least here with my three decade long association, I can claim to know something. Many of these argumentsmay be applicable to the other elite Institutions in medical andmanagement disciplines as well.

Today IITs are considered excellent educational institutions. Thereis a countrywide scramble to get into these with many studentsspending the best part of their teen years in preparing for itsentrance examinations. This should not be confused with ranking ofuniversities where just a couple of IITs make it in the top 500.These rankings deal primarily with the research output and not with the quality of undergraduate education. I can confidently say that any ranking of quality of undergraduate engineers produced would put IITs in the top 20 worldwide if not in the top 10. And it is thisachievement that is going to be hard to maintain with the proposedreservations policy.

IITs have had reservations for SC/STs for decades. Why would this be different? Aren't these students likely to be better prepared than the students admitted under the existing reserved category? Here Iwould like to share some of the facts with the readers. IITs have been admitting SC/ST students for years under two modes. From the general category, a significantly lower JEE cutoff is decided and reserved category students scoring above this cutoff are admitted directly to the UG programmes. Another still lower cutoff is decidedand reserved category students from this set are admitted to a one year preparatory course conducted by IITs themselves. After passingthis course, they can join the programmes without having to appearin JEE again. Even this exercise collectively yields less than 15%in IIT Delhi though the quota amounts to nearly 22.5%. Half of the reserved category students manage to clear courses comfortably while the other half struggle on the margins. What would be called a good performance (cumulative grade point average or CGPA of 8 and above)and is achieved by nearly forty percent of general category students, is rare and occurs once in many years among the reserved category students. It is not that all general category students do well. It is the hypocrisy ofthe highest order that on one hand the reservation for SC/STs isconsidered a success and quoted for extension to OBCs, and on theother hand, no hard data on the performance of these students is available in the public domain.

Normally this choice of careers by IIT graduates shouldbe a matter of satisfaction except that both these entries are againusing the reservation quota. Is it empowerment or crutches for life?In this whole episode, the most stunning news for me was when theHon'ble minister announced increase in intake to compensate for the reservations. This would amount to nearly 56% overall increase inundergraduate intake in the IITs. This showed complete ignorance ofwhat makes IIT undergraduate education tick.

For past few days I have been following the reservation discussion on internet, newspapers and television. Have been listening to the pro-reservation lobby remarks; politicans are just making mockery of whatever good exists in this country. This Sometimes makes me doubt about my indianness. Is this the country I feel so proud of? I want to see my country being one of the best nations in the world - and will this caste politics lead us anywhere?

I am not against reservations, India needs to bring economically weaker societies back into mainstream in order to seriously progress, but the way government is implementing the reservation policy is fundamentally wrong. Supreme court have gave a supporting hand to the agitating medicos in the begining thats was gud, But why is it not saying anything when the government is introducing that bill in the government.

2006-08-22T15:18:00.000+05:30

Height of honesty and its rewards

This story I read on the internet and felt that I would like to share something like this with everyone. This doesn’t talk about something that has complicated rationality and deep analysis involved. However this talks of how unforeseen events take place when we are really sincere. It is for sure that nature will always test our sincerity, and this test is not easy. However, if we can stand this test with all our conviction and sincere effort then the forces of Nature surely comes together to help us in attaining our goal.

Tess was a precocious eight year old when she heard her Mom and Dad talking about her little brother, Andrew. All she knew was that he was very sick and they were completely out of money. They were moving to an apartment complex next month because Daddy didn't have the money for the doctor bills and our house. Only a very costly surgery could save him now and it was looking like there was no-one to loan them the money. She heard Daddy say to her tearful Mother with whispered desperation, "Only a miracle can save him now."
Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big Red Indian Chief sign above the door. She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good.
Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!
"And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. "I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages," he said without waiting for a reply to his question.
"Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. "He's really, really sick... and I want to buy a miracle."
"I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist.
"His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?"
"We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you," the pharmacist said, softening a little. "Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs."
The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does you brother need?"
"I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes welling up. "I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money."
"How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago. "One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered barely audibly. "And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.
"Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. "A dollar and eleven cents - the exact price of a miracle for little brothers." He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said, "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the kind of miracle you need."
That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specialising in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed without charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.
"That surgery," her Mom whispered. "was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?"
Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost... one dollar and eleven cents ...... plus the faith of a little child. A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law......

Can we be as sincere as this young child and the world will be a better place than it has ever been!