Brilliant !!

When Gandhi was studying law at the University College of London, there was a professor, whose last name was Peters, who felt animosity for Gandhi, and because Gandhi never lowered his head towards him, their "arguments" were very common.
One day, Mr. Peters was having lunch at the dining room of the University and Gandhi came along with his tray and sat next to the professor. The professor, in his arrogance, said, "Mr Gandhi: you do not understand... a pig and a bird do not sit together to eat ", to which Gandhi replies, "You do not worry professor, I'll fly away ", and he went and sat at another table.
Mr. Peters, green of rage, decides to take revenge on the next test, but Gandhi responds brilliantly to all questions. Then, Mr. Peters asked him the following question, "Mr Gandhi, if you are walking down the street and find a package, and within it there is a bag of wisdom and another bag with a lot of money; which one will you take?"
Without hesitating, Gandhi responded, "the one with the money, of course".
Mr. Peters, smiling, said, "I, in your place, would have taken the wisdom,
don't you think?"
"Each one take what one doesn't have", responded Gandhi indifferently.
Mr. Peters, already hysteric, writes on the exam sheet the word "idiot" and gives it to Gandhi. Gandhi takes the exam sheet and sits down. A few minutes later, Gandhi goes to the professor and says, "Mr. Peters, you signed the sheet, but you did not give me the grade."

ou Don’t Have To Be Rich In Your 20s: How Much Money You Should Actually Be Making

IFE •  • 
Money makes the world go round. Money makes your house warm and your teeth clean. Money covers your feet and feeds your belly. Money awards freedom and issues respect. Money gives you life.
Money also puts you in chains. Money keeps you shackled against the grain. It keeps you confined to tedious jobs and daily routines. It makes you scared to leave and terrified to die. It broadens your horizons while confining you to four walls and water coolers. It makes you scornful and petty. It makes you selfish and cheap.
Money is the only thing that can give you freedom while taking it away. It turns men blind, thinking it gives them sight. It destroys relationships and families as quickly as it creates them. It’s a necessity we live with that becomes the only thing worth living for.
It’s the root of all evil, the doer of all good and the very thing that defines our existence. We secure it in boxes and show it off in the form of new shutters and Cadillacs.
We buy watches and purses to hold our money. We go to school to learn how to turn money into more money.
Money is an acquaintance with which you should only give a passing nod. It’s not your best friend nor your family. It’s a stranger you’re forced to reckon with. It’s that man on the corner who yells at you to pay him attention, if only for a second.
Money should be a friendly thing that helps you live, to give you the freedom you can’t get without it. It should be appreciated but never worshiped. You should be able to let it go as easily as you take it.
It should be used to help you fulfill your dreams and to just get by. You should learn to struggle with it and strive with it. It’s a necessity, but it’s not everything.
It’s the small part of your life that forces you to follow the crowd, to do what you don’t feel like doing, just so you can be alone with a bottle of wine and a new book.
Your life is for living, not for saving every cent. It’s for enjoying the fruits of your labor and dying without a penny to your name. Life isn’t about bank statements and fortunes, but collections of experiences and daily struggles that make you who you’ll become.
In your twenties and thirties, it’s not about fancy clothes and dinners. It’s about roughing it to get to that concert and swindling your way into shots at the bar. We’re not supposed to be making a lot of money because we don’t need a lot.
In case you’re still not sure, here’s how much money you should be making:
You should be making enough money to buy your own groceries, to think that bread is overpriced and milk and cheese will go the furthest for your buck.
You should be making enough to have your own apartment, shared with one, two or three others.
You should be making enough to eat, but never feel completely full.
You should be making enough to go out once a week and get drunk enough to cab it home, but worry about affording brunch the next morning.
You should be making enough to buy wine for $12 a bottle.
You should be making enough to never feel poor but have to wonder what it’s like to have money.
You should be making enough to have a bed but never a headboard.
You should be making enough to sleep on sheets but never a full thread count.
You should be making enough to go to bars, but not without pregaming just a little.
You should be making enough to feel like you can do anything, but know it’s all really nothing.
You should be making enough to be able to travel the world but never see the inside of a hotel.
You should be making enough to buy coffee in the morning but lament how expensive it’s become.
You should be making enough to go shopping but return everything you buy because you really don’t need new clothes.
You should be making enough to go to the movies, but only when it’s something you HAVE to see.
You should be making enough to smoke weed but worry about where your next eighth will come from.
You should be making enough to travel on trains but never in style.
You should be making enough to eat lobster, but only when in Maine.
You should be making enough to buy a car, but only because it’s falling apart and you’re gonna use it to travel across states.
You should be making enough to go to the Plaza, but only to sit in the lobby for drinks.
You should be making enough to buy yourself some new shoes, but only because they’re for a once-in-a-lifetime date.
You should be making enough to take a woman out to dinner but eat in for the next few nights.
You should be making enough to order takeout, but only if it’s the lunch special.
You should be making enough to buy a new computer, but only because you are going to write a best-selling novel.
You should be making enough to own a cat, but only feed it dry food.
You should be making enough to pick up the check, but only because they’d do it for you.
Top Photo Courtesy: We Heart It
http://elitedaily.com/life/much-money-making-right-now/

She-rEbuFFEd-mE


Hiii everyone!!! I am back but this time with a humorous blog which is a figment of my imagination, and not on the current issues. It would definitely rekindle the energy in your hearts and minds after your day’s hard work.
I would recommend you to read only at your leisure.
I was due to write on the topic “Effects of US tapering on Emerging Financial Markets” but as I was analysing the data and statistics on tapering (which means ‘to reduce’ or ‘to lessen’) something kept striking my mind repeatedly, its frequency increased rather than ‘tapering’☺ and that was Love. So I decided to write on it without giving a second thought.
And the story goes like this…
I saw a girl in my tuition centre and the moment I observed her ‘Kuch Kuch Hone Laga’. She was very beautiful, gorgeous, charming and it seemed as if the entire world was covered with her divine beauty and each and every girl sitting out there resembled her.☺




 I was never a believer of ‘Love at First Sight’ but the instance I saw her, I started humming the song, Ek Nazar Mein Bhi Pyaar Hota Hai’,which obviously proved me wrong and I knew it immediately that She was the One for me’.
Initially I was very much diffident to approach, talk to her and know her name but I recited Hanuman Chalisa gathered strength and suddenly started feeling like a Rahul Gandhi who, God knows from where, gathered courage to frankly speak with the unstoppable force Arnab Goswami in a kindergarten interview☺, but as soon as I was going towards her, than a good friend of mine named Nikhil caught hold of me and suggested to awaken the feelings of SRK within otherwise all my dreams of getting her into my life will be decimated just as Sunny Deol ( you guessed it wrong its ‘Deol’ and not ‘Leone’☻) decimates the enemies in his movies.

Now, the SRK within was aroused, raring to go with my hands out-stretched and I energetically but softly asked ‘Can we be friends’. She, much to the amazement of my friends☻, replied enthusiastically, ‘Obviously why not’.





I was not at all surprised at her reply given the Glamour Quotient that I possess☺. At this point of time I was feeling like a Narendra Modi being anointed as the PM of India.
Now let us turn the wheel of Time and go 3 months forward into the time when we from just friends became two good friends. We were roaming in Elliot Park near Maidan in Kolkata. Hold on, we were not doing any mischievous thing that many are expected to do at Elliot Park☺.
Given the scenic beauty and greenery all around the park, I thought that this would be a perfect setting to express my feelings and I without thinking too much and kicking the MMS (ManMohan Singh) out of me…



Proposing Her...

I went down upon my knees and expressed all my feelings to my Lady Love♥♥♥. I spoke everything with love and affection in my heart and nowhere else in my body (pun intended) ☻. I was literary palpitating when I was on my knees, my heart was throbbing faster than boys pressing ‘Like’ in Sunny Leone’s page, hope that you can empathise with me. But some way or the other I brought down all my involuntary activities of my body to normal so that I can whole heartedly swing the mood of my ‘to-be-girlfriend’, Natasha.
At last, I spoke, when it seemed as if someone has used Fevi-Stick in my mouth. I told her the following lines:
Me: You know what Natasha...
Natasha: What? While curling her hairs...☺
M: I feel in Heaven when I look into your eyes...
N: Oh really...
M: Yes my courteous sweet- heart,
Your lovely smile is a pain killer for me; the joyous smile of yours is a spell binding sight for me...your sweet wholesome smile has improved me unknowingly...you have illuminated my life just as every single star in the constellation enlightens the universe... 




(And I continued without fumbling since I knew that the SRK within was gone and there was no heyyyyyyy heyyyyyyy kinda stuff which persisted earlier, sorry SRK fans☺).
She looked over-awed, and I continued,


The over-abundance of your innumerable sketches in my mind has made me experience the unnatural love...I aspire to be your man...your absence sends me into mental agitation...
I promise you Natasha, I will care for you just as a kangaroo cares for its off-springs...Please please please accept me as I am struggling to capture the heart of the Goddess of Beauty that is you, Natasha, you and only you (no matter how many seemed as Goddess of Beauty to me in the past☻)
She awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwed, (Now, let me share an insight friends- just as cats mew, dogs bark, girls awwwwwwwwwwwwww) and she said that was cheesy lines, friend

Now folks, at this point of time, one of two things can happen which are self-explanatory and can be enumerated as either she can accept my proposal or rejects my proposal
Contrary to what you might have been thinking, even after proposing her so enthusiastically, she asked me one stupid question which at point of time seemed completely out of no-where which most emphatically substantiated the fact that girls don’t have something up there↑...
N: Do you really love me?
And when I heard this it seemed as if the sky has fallen upon my head but understanding the sensitivity of the situation and coming back to normal, in a canter,  I replied-
M: Yes Natasha, I really love you from the bottom of my heart and for you my heart is bottom-less♥♥♥
She kicked my a** and I told that she couldn't feel the Love in my expressions; she couldn’t feel the pain that I can bear for her; she couldn't feel the affection in my eyes…



And after hearing all this, my mental state was such that even the noodles that I was eating teased me and the Ketchup and Manchurian liked it!!!
My situation went from ‘Kuch Kuch Hota Tha’ to ‘Ab Kuch Bhi Nai Hota Hai’ and this was probably the end of our so-called relationship.


 

After all this shit that happened in my life I realized a fact that rather than wasting my invaluable time on so-called fairies, I should spend some quality time with a woman for whose unconditional love I don’t  have to showcase pain and feelings in my eyes. And that woman in ‘MY MOTHER’ who will obviously ameliorate my life and always give me the best of suggestion during hardships rather than kicking-my-a**.


“This BlogSpot of mine is humbly and religiously dedicated to all the women around the world wishing them Happy International Women’s Day on behalf of all men. Let me tell you one thing, we love you, admire you, you all are the symbol of strength as we men don’t have the patience to raise kids. You all are the creator of mankind and it is definitely because of you who we are today. You all are adorable, admirable and certainly the most beautiful
Creation of The Almighty!!! Thank you so very much”