Why do people not take initiatives? Why people run away from responsibilities? Why don't people want to be leaders? The creative world and especially the history of breakthrough ideas suggest that initiative, not experience, is the best indicator of future achievement. Ideas require the bold initiative to gain traction. Yet, most American workers aren’t interested in becoming managers. At least, that’s what a new CareerBuilder survey seems to suggest. Of the thousands surveyed, only about one-third of workers (34%) said they aspire to leadership positions – and just 7% strive for C-level management (the rest said they aspire to middle-management or department head roles) And clearly, the point of writing this article has been triggered by a sequence of events that baffled me this week as I and some other friends have been organising our School Leavers' Party. The sense of inaction of a few was comprehensible, after all, i...
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>Ranveer Singh for Bajirao Mastani and Deepika Padukone for Piku win the Filmfare Best Actor and Actress Awards! xD I truly think this Award for Ranveer was more than just well-deserved. He needed that since Ram Leela, where unfortunately and rightly Deepika stole the show from him! To be nominated for two different performances though in the same category: Deepika, (Y) What if she makes it to 3 performances the upcoming years? I was afraid they would have giv en it over to Big B for Piku! Big B is a spectacular actor and nobody can take that away from him. However, I'm still doubting the fact whether someone can keep winning awards for over 5 decades. He, does effectively win the Critics Award for Best Actor (Male) for Piku . >Priyanka Chopra wins the Best Actor in a Supporting Role award for Bajirao Mastani which is fair enough, I felt her acting intensity more than Deepika in the movie. Priyanka has become the first and only actress to win a Filmfare award...
I am deeply humbled by the response to my work. I want you to know that as an unpublished writer it is incredibly encouraging to know that people are willing to spend a few minutes of their day reading something that I wrote! Even if you read my blog and hated it, I still greatly appreciate every person who spared some of their time for me. I mean it. Knowing that someone sat down and thought “Hey, you might have something interesting to say, I’ll give you a chance” is worth more to me than you will ever know. I am also constantly amazed by the locations of my readers. I have a wanderer’s soul and a pauper’s purse, so knowing that my blog is reaching lands far, far away is amazing to me. One last thing, give me your love. Not your admiration. Love endures; admiration passes. Admiration comes with expectations; love accepts all the flaws. - Iam .
I have known Shammah since Form One. We were together in Free Classes, painting, mocking each other and gossiping with teachers most of then time. We've been bus mates and later in Form 4, classmates. Since then, our rapport intensified. As from lower 6, we started to hang out even more often. I have known this girl for 7 years. And not once, did I regret it. She's chubby, she's sarcastic, she's our Big Momma Bear! ^^ Excursion, Upper 6. We crammed ourselves up to take that picture. Shammah has always had this motherly physique with her big warm hugs, lifting me up when she puts her arms around me. And her Bharatnatyam stunts are not something to kid with!~ :P Shammah always looked for a good shadow to sit in. She sits down, checks if her underwear is showing, adjusts her dress and gives you that killer expression of "Do I look Sexy?!" :P Chemistry Practical Classes with her are fun. We help each other in bringing the instruments and doing la...
Walking down the gym’s aisle Hey there big muscled guy You make my mind runs wild like on a treadmill You make my heart beats on 100 push-ups Spellbound by those piercing eyes Ensnared in your voice and talks Allured by your mischievous smile And here you go, again Making my heart whirls round like weight plates Thought you were my sweet candy crush But those sugar turn out to be bitter Fooling around too many candies Turns out to be an absurd game Being dumb like the dumbbell Wasting my cardio workouts on you Seems to be a nightmare deadlift to me But no more endurance for you hereafter Coz you ain’t no man with your heart made of steel Coz you ain’t no man with your MMA’s gloves A womanizer you are A freak macho bastard Raging for you to be my punching bag A nightmare deadlift you are to me No more endurance for you hereafter A 4 feet barbell abyss you are to me Go to Hell for Heaven’s sake! -Jessy ...
The shimmering oasis of life, far, far away in the distance, Will the footprints on the sands lead to the mirage in the desert? Even h e feels incomplete, S he stays incomplete too, Yet they stand with face off, What is the compulsion? The nights are empty and sleep is far away May his colours fill up her dreams, For the least that she can ask, She has been waiting for him, May the colourful one come soon.
The desert, when her sun comes up, She cannot tell where heaven stopped and the Earth began, The game of love is written in the fate of lucky ones, God knows what is written there, Nobody had been able to read it yet, Nor understand it, Only he has been able to so far. The desert cannot be claimed or owned, It is a piece of cloth carried by winds, never held down by stones, She is flying around like a butterfly, Flying about in perfect innocence, With starry, glittery eyes full of longing, A sweet smile playing on her lips.