On the anniversary of demonetisation, here is the masterpiece by Sweta Singh. This video should be given an award for investigative journalism and comedy.
In 1973, FedEx was 2 days away from Bankruptcy.
Frederick Smith, its founder, took the company's last $5000, went to Las Vegas, and gambled it all on a game of BLACKJACK.
And he won.
Here's how FedEx became a $90 Bn business:
Which cooking oil is the best? Is it refined oil or olive oil? Mustard oil or ghee?
I have written about this previously, but given so much of misconceptions around it, here’s a thread demystifying cooking oils to help you choose the right one!
Infosys salary in 2011: 🧵
Campus placement at 3.25-3.75 LPA.
Then a training period ranging between 4-6 months in Mysore. Your performance in the training period decided both your training tenure and the CTC you would get post completion. There were 3 bands (levels). 1/n
I just experienced one of my first ‘full circle’ moments.
I bought this bottle of water on my train to Dublin and noticed the name - Tipperary.
Almost immediately, I began humming a tune. I searched “Tipperary song” on Google and learned that it was an old wartime song during World War 1.
There’s a backstory to this.
When my mother, brother and I arrived to Canada as refugees from Afghanistan, we didn’t know a word of English. My mother, having to work 3 jobs, entrusted us in the care of a Norwegian-Canadian woman named Marit. Other than her routine 5 am hug, I barely saw my mother throughout my childhood.
Marit was uncommonly kind to everyone she met. She was also dedicated to her church. While my mother focused on ensuring we maintained our Dari and Islamic values as children, Marit would also bring us to church on Sundays, welcoming us to her community. She always told us that Christians are brethren to the Muslim faith - we knew nothing but solidarity and respect as children.
Marit’s husband, Merrill, was Irish. It was a routine practice of his to sit on the porch of his house, staring blankly into the forest behind their suburban home, with a pipe in his mouth. “It’s a long way to Tipperary..” He would hum.
He would raise his arms like a conductor’s baton and usher my brother and I to join in.
Within a few months, you could mistake us for an Irish choir.
Now, at 28, I’m in Northern Ireland heading to Dublin, having just won an award as ‘Entrepreneur of the Year’ for my work dedicated to my country of origin, Afghanistan.
My brother smiled solemnly to himself yesterday while we walked around Belfast. I asked him what he was thinking about.
“Wouldn’t it have been amazing if Merrill was with us right now?” My throat closed tightly.
I guess it really is a long way to Tipperary.
🗣️Miroslav Klose: "I said stop playing football because I no longer recognized it. Today, young people think about other things. As a child, I only thought about training and becoming someone in this sport that I always loved. At Lazio and in the national team, after each training session, I put myself in a bathtub full of ice to avoid injuries. But the young people on the team systematically refused.
When they saw me picking up the bags of balls to put them away at the end of training, they said to me 'But who tells you to do that?'. At that moment, I said to myself: "You're 20 years old and you can't help a 60-year-old worker? They care more about whether their cleats go with their socks. That's why I said stop. The football I knew no longer exists.
Today's young people think first of cars, contracts with their sponsors, and their new crampons. It is only after all these things that football comes. For them, their image is the most important thing. Whereas for me, all that mattered was football in its purest form"