Winnie The Pooh Valentines Day Cards, Winnie the Pooh Un-Valentine's Day Collection

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Disney Valentine's Day Cards, Disney Cartoon Valentine's Day Collection

Bring these Disney Valentine's Day cards to your home and gift it to your little kids as a token of your care for them and give them chance to enjoy their Disney cartoon characters as Mickey, Minnie, Princess, Tinker Bell, Pooh and more. These Disney theme based greeting card are best and easy gift idea for children to share wishes and enjoy holidays as well.

Infosys Narayan Murthy(chairman) Love story

Infosys chairperson Narayan Murthy's successful love story.....Itz really inspiring...Click read more..!

An Inspiring Love story

Love Story of Narayana Murthy (Infosys Founder) and Sudha (From
Sudha's Autobiography)

It was in Pune that I met Narayan Murty through my friend Prasanna who is now the Wipro chief, who was also training in Telco(TataMotors) .Most of the books that Prasanna lent me had Murty's name on them which meant that I had a preconceived image of the man. Contrary to expectation, Murty was shy,bespectacled and an introvert. When he invited us for dinner. I was a bit taken aback as I thought the youngman was making a very fast move. I refused since I was the only girl
in the group. But Murty was relentless and we all decided to meet for dinner the next day at 7.30 p.m .. at Green Fields hotel on the Main Road ,Pune.

The next day I went there at 7' o ! clock since I had to go to the tailor near the hotel. And what do I see? Mr. Murty waiting in front of the hotel and it was only seven. Till today, Murty maintains that I had mentioned (consciously! ) that I would be going to the tailor at 7 so that I could meet him... And I maintain that I did not say any such thing consciously or unconsciously because I did not think of Murty as anything other than a friend at that stage. We have agreed to disagree
on this matter.
Soon, we became friends. Our conversations were filled with Murty's experiences abroad and the books that he has read. My friends insisted that Murty as trying to impress me because he was interested in me. I kept denying it till one fine day, after dinner Murty said, I want to tell you something. I knew this as it. It was coming. He said, I am 5'4" tall. I come from a lower middle class family. I can never become rich in my life an! d I can never give you any riches. You are
beautiful, bright, and intelligent and you can get anyone you want. But will you marry me? I asked Murty to give me some time for an answer. My father didn't want me to marry a wannabe politician, (a communist at that) who didn't have a steady job and wanted to build an orphanage...

When I went to Hubli I told my parents about Murty and his proposal. My mother was positive since Murty was also from Karnataka, seemed intelligent and comes from a good family. But my father asked: What's his job, his salary, his qualifications etc? Murty was working as a research assistant and was earning less than me. He was willing to go dutch with me on our outings. My parents agreed to meet Murty in Pune
on a particular day at10 a. m sharp. Murty did not turn up. How can I trust a man to take care of my daughter if he cannot keep an appointment, asked my father.

At 12noon Murty turned up in a bright red shirt! He had gone on work to Bombay , was stuck in a traffic jam on the ghats, so he hired a taxi (though it was very expensive for him) to meet his would-be father-in-law. Father was unimpressed. My father asked him what he wanted to become in life.

Murty said he wanted to become a politician in the communist party and wanted to open an orphanage. My father gave his verdict. NO. I don't want my daughter to marry somebody who wants to become a communist and then open an orphanage when he himself didn't have money to support his family.

Ironically, today, I have opened many orphanages something, which Murty wanted to do 25 years ago. By this time I realized I had developed a liking towards Murty which could only be termed as love. I wanted to marry Murty because he is an honest man. He proposed to me highlighting the negatives in his life. I promised my father that I will not marry Murty without his blessings though at the same time, I
cannot marry anybody else. My father said he would agree if Murty promised to take up a steady job. But Murty refused saying he will not do things in life because somebody wanted him to. So, I was caught between the two most important people in my life.

The stalemate continued for three years during which our courtship took us to every restaurant and cinema hall in Pune. In those days, Murty was always broke. Moreover, he didn't earn much to manage. Ironically today, he manages Infosys Technologies Ltd., one of the world's most reputed companies. He always owed me money. We used to go for dinner and he would say, I don't have money with me, you pay my share, I will return it to you later. For three years I maintained a
book on Murty's debt to me.. No, he never returned the money and I finally tore it up after my wedding.
The amount was a little over Rs 4000. During this interim period Murty quit his job as research assistant and started his own software business. Now, I had to pay his salary too! Towards the late 70s computers were entering India in a big way.

During the fag end of 1977 Murty decided to take up a job as General Manager at Patni computers in Bombay .. But before he joined the company he wanted to marry me since he was to go on training to the US after joining. My father gave in as he was happy Murty had a decent job, now.

WE WERE MARRIED IN MURTY'S HOUSE IN BANGALORE ON FEBRUARY 10, 1978 WITH ONLY OUR TWO FAMILIES PRESENT.I GOT MY FIRST SILK SARI. THE WEDDING EXPENSES CAME TO ONLY RS 800 (US $17) WITH MURTY AND I POOLING IN RS 400 EACH..

I went to the US with Murty after marriage. Murty encouraged me to see America on my own because I loved travelling. I toured America for three months on backpack and had interesting experiences which will remain fresh in my mind forever. Like the time when the New York police took me into custody because they thought I was an Italian trafficking drugs in Harlem . Or the time when I spent the night at
the bottom of the Grand Canyon with an old couple. Murty panicked because he couldn't get a response from my hotel room even at midnight. He thought I was either killed or kidnapped.

IN 1981 MURTY WANTED TO START INFOSYS. HE HAD A VISION AND ZERO CAPITAL...initially I was very apprehensive about Murty getting into business. We did not have any business background ... Moreover we were living a comfortable life in Bombay with a regular pay check and I didn't want to rock the boat. But Murty was passionate about creating good quality software. I decided to support him. Typical of Murty, he
just had a dream and no money. So I gave him Rs 10,000 which I had saved for a rainy day, without his knowledge and told him, This is all I have. Take it. I give you three years sabbatical leave. I will take care of the financial needs of our house. You go and chase your dreams without any worry. But you have only three years!

Murty and his six colleagues started Infosys in 1981,with enormous interest and hard work. In 1982 I left Telco and moved to Pune with Murty. We bought a small house on loan which also became the Infosys office. I was a clerk-cum-cook- cum-programmer. I also took up a job as Senior Systems Analyst with Walchand group of Industries to support the house.

In 1983 Infosys got their first client, MICO, in Bangalore . Murty moved to Bangalore and stayed with his mother while I went to Hubli to deliver my second child, Rohan. Ten days after my son was born, Murty left for the US on project work. I saw him only after a year, as I was unable to join Murty in the US because my son had infantile eczema, an allergy to vaccinations. So for more than a year I did not step outside our home for fear of my son contracting an infection. It was
only after Rohan got all his vaccinations that I came to Bangalore where we rented a small house in Jayanagar and rented another house as Infosys headquarters. My father presented Murty a scooter to commute. I once again became a cook,programmer, clerk, secretary, office assistant et al. Nandan Nilekani (MD of Infosys) and
his wife Rohini stayed with us. While Rohini babysat my son, I wrote programs for Infosys. There was no car, no phone, and just two kids and a bunch of us working hard, juggling our lives and having fun while Infosys was taking shape. It was not only me but also the wives of other partners too who gave their unstinted support. We all knew that our men were trying to build something good.

It was like a big joint family,taking care and looking out for one daughter Akshata with all care and love while Kumari Shibulal cooked for all of us. Murty made it very clear that it would either be me or him working at Infosys. Never the two of us together... I was involved with Infosys initially.

Nandan Nilekani suggested I should be on the Board but Murty said he did not want a husband and wife team at Infosys. I was shocked since I had the relevant experience and technical qualifications. He said, Sudha if you want to work with Infosys, I will withdraw, happily. I was pained to know that I will not be involved in the company my husband was building and that I would have to give up a job that I am
qualified to do and love doing.It took me a couple of days to grasp the reason behind Murty's request..I realized that to make Infosys a success one had to give
one's 100 percent. One had to be focussed on it alone with no other distractions. If the two of us had to give 100 percent to Infosys then what would happen to our home and our children? One of us had to take care of our home while the other took care of Infosys.
I opted to be a homemaker, after all Infosys was Murty's dream. It was a big sacrifice but it was one that had to be made. Even today, Murty says, Sudha, I stepped on your career to make mine. You are responsible for my success.

That's the Power of Love.

Every man needs a woman to motivate him and to give him a reason to
live.......

Presently N.R.Narayan Murthy's assets are

Regards,
Sriram Mallik.

What is love-A Teacherz definition to student

This is what LOVE according to a teacher....LOVE--this is what the true feel,that is what is felt till nw and what is understood by all....Click read more..!

A student asked a teacher, "What is love?"
The teacher said, "in order to answer your question, go to the wheat field and choose the biggest wheat and come back.But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick."

The student went to the field, go thru first row, he saw one big
wheat, but he wonders....may be there is a bigger one later.
Then he saw another bigger one... but may be there is an even bigger
one waiting for him.
Later, when he finished more than half of the wheat field, he starts
to realise that the wheat is not as big as the previous one he saw, he
knew he has missed the biggest one, and he regretted. So, he ended up went back to the teacher with empty hand.

The teacher told him, "...this is love... you keep looking for better ones, but
when later you realise,
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*you have already missed the person*
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So dear readers,please dont loose your loved ones....Keep in contact with everyone...In the present generation affectionate ga aadarinchevaru takkuva ayaru...So never loose any relation who shares his/her love wid u..
Keep rocking..Regards,
Sriram Mallik.

One bedroom flat--True story of a software engineer

Those people who are moving from their motherland in the name of work,their feelings are explicitly explained here.India nundi duramga vellipoyina oka software engineer story idi..Click read more..!


As the dream of most parents I had acquired a degree in Software Engineer
and joined a company based in USA , the land of braves and opportunity.When I arrived in the USA , it was as if a dream had come true.

Here at last I was in the place where I want to be. I decided I would be staying in this country for about Five years in which time I would have earned enough money to settle down in India.My father was a government employee and after his retirement, the only asset he could acquire was a decent one bedroom flat.I wanted to do some thing more than him. I started feeling homesick and lonely as the time passed. I used to call home and speak to my parents every week using cheap international phone cards. Two years passed, two years of Burgers at McDonald's and pizzas and discos and 2 years watching the foreign exchange rate getting happy whenever the Rupee value went down.

Finally I decided to get married. Told my parents that I have only 10 days of holidays and everything must be done within these 10 days. I got my ticket booked in the cheapest flight. Was jubilant and was actually enjoying hopping for gifts for all my friends back home. If I miss anyone then there will be talks. After reaching home I spent home one week going through all the photographs of girls and as the time was getting shorter I was forced to select one candidate. In-laws told me, to my surprise, that I would have to get married in 2-3 days, as I will not get anymore holidays. After the marriage, it was time to return to USA , after giving some money to my parents and telling the neighbours to look after them, we returned to USA .

My wife enjoyed this country for about two months and then she started feeling lonely. The frequency of calling India increased to twice in a week sometimes 3 times a week. Our savings started diminishing. After two more years we started to have kids. Two lovely kids, a boy and a girl, were gifted to us by the almighty. Every time I spoke to my parents, they asked me to come to India so that they can see their grand-children.

Every year I decide to go to India .. But part work part monetary conditions prevented it. Years went by and visiting India was a distant dream. Then suddenly one day I got a message that my parents were seriously sick. I tried but I couldn't get any holidays and thus could not go to India .. The next message I got was my parents had passed away and as there was no one to do the last rights the society members had done whatever they could. I was depressed. My parents had passed away without seeing their grand children.

After couple more years passed away, much to my children's dislike and my wife's joy we returned to India to settle down. I started to look for a suitable property, but to my dismay my savings were short and the property prices had gone up during all these years. I had to return to the USA ..My wife refused to come back with me and my children refused to stay in India .. My 2 children and I returned to USA after promising my wife I would be back for good after two years.Time passed by, my daughter decided to get married to an American and my son was happy living in USA .. I decided that had enough and wound-up everything and returned to India . I had just enough money to buy a decent 02 bedroom flat in a well-developed locality.

Now I am 60 years old and the only time I go out of the flat is for the routine visit to the nearby temple. My faithful wife has also left me and gone to the holy abode.Sometimes I wondered was it worth all this? My father, even after staying in India , had a house to his name and I too have the same nothing more. I lost my parents and children for just ONE EXTRA BEDROOM.Looking out from the window I see a lot of children dancing. This damnedcable TV has spoiled our new generation and these children are losing their values and culture because of it. I get occasional cards from my children asking I am alright. Well at least they remember me.Now perhaps after I die it will be the neighbors again who will be performing my last rights, God Bless them. But the question still remains 'was all this worth it?'
I am still searching for an answer................!!!

Dear readers,Please think for a while as soon as u read this post...Never loose relations,never try to stay away from ur motherland...Never neglect ur family....Keep in touch with every relation all the time...!

Regards,
Sriram Mallik.

The value of a man or woman......worth to spend few mins.....

Present days lo accidents baga ekkuva ayyayi...Manchi manchi relations duram ayipotunnaru....So alanti oka true incident ni mee mundu introduce chestunna..plz spend a few mins reading this...Click read more...!

I was walking around in a BigBazar store making shopping, when I saw a
Cashier talking to a boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this
doll. Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ''brother, are you sure I
don't have enough money?''
I counted his cash and replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money
to buy the doll, my dear.'' The little boy was still holding the doll in
his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to
give this doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so
much. I wanted to Gift her for her BIRTHDAY. I have to give the doll to my
mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.' His eyes
were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy
says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she
could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''
My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.'
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then
told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so my sister won't
forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me,
but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister. ‘Then
he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached
for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you
do have enough money for the doll?'' 'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have
enough.' I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started
to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!' Then he
looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God
to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give
It to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.’I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago,
which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young
woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was
left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug
on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to
recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper
that the young woman had passed away.. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a
bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the
young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her
burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her
hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I
left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.
The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to
this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had
taken all this away from him.

Please DO NOT DRINK & DRIVE.
The value of a man or woman resides in what he or she gives, not in what
they are capable of receiving..!Please try to pass on this message to others cause this may be something like passing on ur care to others...Thankz for reading this article..!

Regards,
Sriram Mallik.

Friendship test

Idoka sarada friendship test lantidi....Jus for fun but it has some hidden facts...Click read more...!

*A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest.
*A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself and doesn't feel even the least bit weird shutting your 'beer/Pepsi drawer' with her foot!

*A simple friend has never seen you cry.
*A real friend shoulder is soggy from your tears..

*A simple friend doesn't know your parents' first names.
*A real friend has their phone numbers in his address book.

*A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party.
*A real friend comes early to help you cook and stays late to help you clean.

*A simple friend hates it when you call after they've gone to bed.
*A real friend asks you why you took so long to call.

*A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems.
*A real friend seeks to help you with your problems.

*A simple friend wonders about your romantic history.
*A real friend could blackmail you with it!

*A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument.
*A real friend calls you after you had a fight.

*A simple friend expects you to always be there for them.
*A real friend expects to always be there for you!

'Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is
falling in love with your smile. '

Keep smiling..Regards,

Sriram Mallik.