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Chandrayaan-3 Mission:
'India🇮🇳,
I reached my destination
and you too!'
: Chandrayaan-3
Chandrayaan-3 has successfully
soft-landed on the moon 🌖!.
Congratulations, India🇮🇳!
#Chandrayaan_3#Ch3
If you haven't worked in Mumbai, then your resume is incomplete.
Mumbai teaches you resilience, how to fight adversity against all odds, how to enter a local train in peak traffic, how to find a house with a small budget, & how to win.
Mumbai teaches you the meaning of life.
Not my own creation but had to share:
For the Hindi music / movie lovers / followers
There was
a romantic poet :
अभी ना जाओ
छोड़ कर कि
दिल अभी
भरा नहीं
🔸
There was
a philosophical poet :
मै
पल
दो पल का
शायर हूँ
🔹
There was
a regretful poet:
कभी कभी
मेरे दिल में
खयाल आता है
🔸
There was
a poet who was
a committed lover:
मेरे दिल में
आज क्या है
तू कहें तों
मैं बता दूँ
🔹
There was
a poet content with
his life:
मांग के
साथ
तुम्हारा
🔸
There was a poet
who compromised
his love for his lover :
चलो
इक बार
फिर से
अजनबी
बन जाए
हम दोनों
🔹
There was
a downcast poet :
जाने वो
कैसे लोग थे
जिनके
प्यार को
प्यार मिला
🔸
There was
a carefree poet :
मैं
जिंदगी का
साथ
निभाता चला
🔹
There was a
non-materialistic poet :
ये दुनिया
अगर
मिल भी जाए
तो क्या है
🔸
There was
a patriotic poet :
ये
देश है
वीर
जवानों का
🔹
There was
revolutionary poet :
जिन्हें
नाज़ है
हिंद पर
वो
कहाँ है
🔸
There was
pessimistic poet :
तंग
आ चुके है
कशमकश-ए-जिंदगी से
हम
🔹
There was
a peace-loving
humanitarian poet :
अल्ला
तेरो नाम
ईश्वर
तेरो नाम
🔸
There was
a secular poet :
तू
हिंदू
बनेगा
ना
मुसलमान
बनेगा
🔹
There was
a flirting poet :
ए मेरी
जोहराजबी
तुझे
मालूम नहीं
🔸
There was
a reminiscing poet :
जिंदगी भर
ना
भूलेगी
ये
बरसात की
रात
All these Poets had
ÖNE name :
#Saahir Ludhianvi !
Wishing him a wonderful 94th Birthday
When a video of ours keeps being forwarded to friends & comes back to me too, then it means it’s truly struck a chord… Once again… here’s a toast to Tech Moms..:
That just about sums up how it feels to come home to Mumbai to see that the monsoon has finally arrived… (the inner child in every Indian will never tire of finding joy in the first showers…)
https://t.co/0TaBHfAy3v
Announcing the Honda Elevate. An all-new urban SUV in Honda’s line-up. Premiering this Summer. Stay tuned for more updates.
#HondaElevate#NewHondaSUV#AllNewElevate
My morning schedule starts with looking at which patients in the ICU survived the night, which ones will die before sunset and preparing myself first to face the loss of life and then preparing them & their respective families to complete the journey from critical illness to a dignified death with kindness.
The rest of the day, like every day, is a haze powered by coffee, in the absence of lunch since decades and catering to patients on end of life care and their families that exhausts me, so much that, I dream that one day I'll quit this for good and take care of myself.
I haven't caught up with friends or gone for a leisurely evening walk for a long time, I can't remember when I did that last.
I don't remember the last time I took my children and wife for a relaxing evening time-out. I actually don't see evenings because usually, I'll be at the back of my car with a headache & napping my way home from a tough hospital schedule almost all days of the week.
I come back home and then complete my pending clinical research, work on preparing for lectures and study material, I try to catch up on latest medical publications and media questions. I don't know when I can sleep and when I finally do get to bed, I can't sleep good because I'm worried about the patients who might not make it that night.
We had just finished a class where our professor has given us an assignment, convinced that no one would be able to solve it.
He didn't say that, but everyone could see it on his face.
You know, those professors who derive pleasure from the pain of students :)
It is an individual assignment.
I sat down and OMG, the professor was right.
I don't even know where to start.
Unlike India, where, by now I would have called 7 of my friends and we would be "exchanging notes" on how to complete, that is not the done thing in the US.
If it is an individual assignment, it is an individual assignment.
I am staring at my textbook.
Clueless.
And my eyes go to the name of the author.
He is a professor of Physics at Princeton University.
Expected to win the Nobel Prize anytime now.
Basically GOD in the field.
I google him.
Land up on his webpage.
Which has his email.
And I tell myself, "Let's ask him how to solve this assignment. He would surely know!"
I draft an email.
In 5 minutes I get a response, "Where are you stuck?"
In my head, this is not a big deal.
I send an email. He replies.
That is how it works.
That is how emails work!
I reply back (you won't believe this!), "Can you come online on Yahoo messenger?"
(If you do not know about Yahoo messenger, think Tinder in the year 2003. Except it is not for dating, and not with pictures. OK - that wasn't helpful, never mind)
He replies yes.
We come online on Yahoo messenger.
I ask him questions.
He patiently replies.
I actually get my assignment done.
I thank him, wish him good night and we both log off.
I submit the assignment.
Apparently, I was the ONLY student who cracked it.
My professor is now both impressed.
But also low-key shattered that someone solved the assignment.
He calls me and asks me how did I get it done.
And I, matter of fact, tell him that the author of the course textbook helped me.
"Sorry, what? Dr. X helped you?"
"Yes."
"How did he help you?"
"I sent him an email, asking for help. He replied yes. And then he helped me."
"You sent Dr. X an email, asking for homework help?"
"Yes. Am I in trouble?"
"YOU SENT Dr. X AN EMAIL, ASKING FOR HOMEWORK HELP?"
"Ummm. Yes. You are scaring me now?"
"YOUUUU SENTTTT Dr. X AN EMAILLLL, ASKINGGG FORRR HOMEWORKKKKK HELPPPPP?????"
"Haan bhai haan!!!"
You get the drift! :))
I think that was my first cold email in life.
An email to someone who doesn't know me.
Asking for help.
Go ahead.
Send that email today. Send that message today.
Open doors to opportunities that are NOT going to be listed on some job portal, or a LinkedIn post.
Opportunities that crack open in inboxes of people!
These Penguins are marching in a regimented manner, one after the other with a similar gait. But which one did you notice? The one sliding along on its belly, I would bet. If you want to get noticed, think differently. #MondayMotivation
As a child, my mother would tell me to finish all my food if I wanted to be as strong as Hanumanji. Later, when I started working out at a gym, there would be posters of Hanumanji to inspire the development of muscles. It was only much later that I realised that his true ‘muscles’ were Wisdom, Courage, Devotion and Self-Discipline… Happy #HanumanJayanthi श्री हनुमान जन्मोत्सव की हार्दिक शुभकामनाएं।