Today’s Inspirational Quote: “A diamond is merely a lump of coal that did well under pressure.” — Author Unknown I was reading an article From Ashes To Ashes To Diamonds: A Way To Treasure The Dead . It is very interesting ! It talks about “From Ashes To Ashes To Diamonds: A Way To Treasure The Dead””… Read More Diamond is merely a Lump …
This one is a forward from a friend . It reads like Life Coaching tips. This list of life tips are attributed to Mexican Billionnaire Carlos Slim Helu, once the world’s richest man – very interesting 👇 Have a firm handshake. Look people in the eye. Sing in the shower. Own a great stereo system.… Read More After Google WHO? You guessed it – WhatsApp Forwards !
Then I read this article somewhere I Quote “4 Reasons Why You Are Seeing 888 – The Meaning of 888 Are you suddenly seeing 888 everywhere? You were guided here to help prepare yourself for the next stage. As humans, we are all supported by the Universal Creator and a benevolent spiritual team of guardian… Read More 88.8 numerologically may not be ok but ..
So Congratulations to me. The credit for this goes to my loving wife and family and my Doctors who did not let me waver like true mentors for one moment from my goal. They set three big strategic targets for me after my 2 heart attacks Get to 68Kg – your weight when you married… Read More WOW! 88.8 ! No its not Poker Win but it is a Win all the same. May make me a Diet Mentor now.
I do not like being called SIR as it means to me – SLAVERY OF INDIAN RYOTS. As a Child, I began work and did menial jobs. There was no such thing as CHILD LABOUR and it was not a banned activity. There were no laws to stop it. I was born 6 years after… Read More I don’t like to be called a First Lady
While on my 10km morning walk, i take few breather breaks . As I was sitting in bench reading my smartphone, I noticed some spiderweb threads around my arms. I googled. I found the best quora answer – Strip 😃😃😃 But on further search I found a Gem of a poem. Sharing . You have… Read More I liked this poem