God be in my head!
God be in my head
And in my understanding
God be in my eyes
And in my looking
God be in my mouth
And in my speaking
God be in my heart
And in my thinking
God be at my end
And at my departing.
How to Make the Right Hiring Decision?
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Deciding who joins your organization can be a complex process. A bad decision has consequences not only for you as the hiring manager, but for the new hire as well. Here are three ways to prevent a hiring disaster:
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| Courtesy – Harvard Business Review |
Sai, ve sadi fariyad tere ta’een
Sai, ve sadi fariyad tere ta’een,
Sai, ve bahon farh beda banne la’een,
Sai, ve merea gunaha nu luka’een,
Sai, ve haajra hazoor ve tu aa’een,
Sai, ve fera maskeena val pa’een,
Sai, ve bol khaak saara de puga’een,
Sai, ve haq vich faisle suna’een,
Sai, ve hauli hauli khamian ghata’een,
Sai, ve main nu mere andron muka’een,
Sai, ve diggiye ta farh ke utha’een,
Sai, ve dekhi na bharose aazma’een,
Sai, ve aukhe saukhe raahan ton kadha’een,
O Sai, ve kalaa nu vi hor chamka’een,
O Sai, ve suraan nu bitha de thaon thaa’een,
Sai, ve taal vich turna sikha’een,
Sai, ve saaz russ gaye taa mana’een,
Sai, ve ehna naal vaad vi rala’een,
Sai, ve akhra da mel tu kara’een,
Sai, ve kanni kisse geet di farhaa’een,
Sai, ve shabda da saath vi nibha’een,
Sai, ve nagme nu farh ke jaga’een,
Sai, ve shayri ch asar vikha’een,
Sai, ve jazbe di vel nu wadha’een,
Sai, ve ghut ghut sab nu piya’een,
Sai, ve ishqe da nasha vi chadha’een,
Sai, ve saer tu khayalaan nu kara’een,
Sai, ve tarean de des lai ke ja’een,
Sai, ve sufian de vangraan nacha’een,
Sai, ve assi saj baithe cha’een, cha’een,
Sai, ve thori bohti adaa vi sikha’een,
Sai, ve mere nal nal tu vi ga’een,
Sai, ve laaj ‘Sartaj’ di bacha’een,
Sai, ve bhulya nu ungli farha’een,
Sai, ve agge hoke raaha roshna’een,
Sai, ve nehrya ch palle na chhuda’een,
Sai, ve zindagi de bojh nu chuka’een,
Sai, ve fiqran nu hava ch uda’een,
Sai, ve sare lagge daag v dhua’een,
Sai, ve sille-sille naina nu suka’een
Sai, ve dilan de gulab mehka’een,
Sai, ve bas patti pyar di parha’een,
Sai, ve paak saaf roohan nu mila’een,
Sai, ve bachian de vangu samjha’een,
Sai, ve mare kammo ghoor k hata’een,
Sai, ve khotyian nu kharay ch mila’een,
Sai, ve lohe nal paaras ghasa’een,
Sai, ve mehen-ta de mull v pava’een,
O Sai, ve madya di mandi na vika’een,
Sai, ve dekhi hun der na laga’een,
Sai, ve daran te khare haan khair pa’een,
Sai, ve mehran vale meeh v barsa’een,
Sai, ve aklan de ghare v bhara’een,
Sai, ve gumbad garoor de gira’een,
Sai, ve agg vangu honsle pakha’een,
Sai, ve ambran to soch mangwa’een,
Sai, ve aape waaj maar k bula’een,
Sai, ve hun saanu kol vi bitha’een,
Sai, ve apne hi rang ch ranga’een,
Sai, main har vele karan sai sai,
Sai, ve tote vangu bol v rata’een,
Sai, ve atma da diva v jaga’een,
Sai, ve anhad nad tu vaja’een,
Sai, ruhani koi taar sherd ja’een,
Sai, ve sachi SARTAJ hi bana’een.
Lost
On top of it I had to pick someone from a point and to drop at my friend’s place. The issue was complicated due to the following.
1. I did not know the location of “someone”‘s house.
2. I did not know location of my friend’ house.
3. I did not have mobile.
So, I called my friend from landline to call “someone” to be there at pickup point in 15 minutes (my estimate to drive down there). And to make sure “someone” has a mobile so as to call my friend to tell us the way on cell. When I reached there after 15 minutes, “someone” was not there. I did not know what to do as there was no parking place around that area. I drove around in circles.
Luckily I found “someone” in my second round.
Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi
Learn the True Religion
While being shown around the city, the old man heard a sound that stung his ears. He had never heard such an awful noise in his quiet mountain village. Following the grating sound back to its source, he came to a room in the back of a house where a small boy was practising on a violin.
“Screech! Screech!” came the discordant notes form the groaning violin. When he was told that it was called a “violin”, he decided he never wanted to hear such a horrible thing again.
The next day, in a different part of the city, the old man heard a beautiful sound, which seemed to caress his aged ears. He had never heard such an enchanting melody in his mountain valley. Following the delightful sound back to its source, he came to a room in the front of a house where an old lady, a maestro, was performing a sonata on a violin.
At once, the old man realised his mistake. The terrible sound that he had heard the previous day was not the fault of the violin, nor even the boy. It was just that the young man had yet to learn his instrument well.
With a wisdom reserved for the simple folk, the old man thought it was the same with religion. When we come across a religious enthusiast causing such strife with his beliefs, it is incorrect to blame the religion.
It is just that the novice has yet to learn his religion well. When we come across a saint, a maestro of her religion, it is such a sweet encounter that it inspires us for many years, whatever their beliefs.
But that was not the end of the story…..
The third day, in a different part of the city, the old man heardanother sound that surpassed in its beauty and purity even that of the maestro on her violin. What do you think that sound was?
It was a sound more beautiful than the cascade of the mountain stream in spring, than the autumn wind through the forest groves, or than the mountain birds singing after a heavy rain. It was even more beautiful than the silence in the mountain hollows on a still winter”s night. What was that sound that moved the old man”s heart more powerfully than anything before?
It was a large orchestra playing a symphony.
The reason it was, for the old man, the most beautiful sound in the world is that firstly, every member of that orchestra was a maestro of their own instrument; and secondly, they had further learned how to play together in harmony.
“May it be the same with religion,” the old man thought. “Let each one of us learn through the lessons of life the soft heart of our beliefs. Let us each be a maestro of the love within our religion. Then, having learned our religion well, let us go further and learn how to play, like members of an orchestra, with other religions in harmony together!”
That would be the most beautiful melody!
Coffee – Christoph Niemann’s Illustrations
Christoph Niemann’s illustrated his opinion piece on napkins using coffee as his ink. It’s clearly popular. See here
His new children’s book “The Pet Dragon” introduces children to Chinese characters in a playful, informative way. Some of the illustrations are attached below.
