Great Thoughts By Great Personalities

Novel Method for Recruitment !!!!

How To Recruit The Right Person For The Job?  


Put about 100 bricks in some Particular order in a closed Room with an Open window.

Then send 2 or 3 candidates in The room and close the door.

Leave them alone and come back After 6 hours and then analyze The situation.

If they are counting the Bricks. Put them in the accounts Department.

If they are recounting them.. Put them in auditing ..

If they have messed up the Whole place with the bricks. Put them in engineering.

If they are arranging the Bricks in some strange order. Put them in planning.

If they are throwing the Bricks at each other. Put them in operations .

If they are sleeping. Put them in security.

If they have broken the bricks Into pieces. Put them in information Technology.

If they are sitting idle. Put them in human resources.

If they say they have tried Different combinations, yet Not a brick has Been moved. Put them in sales.

If they have already left for The day. Put them in marketing...

If they are staring out of the Window. Put them on strategic Planning..

And then last but not least. If they are talking to each Other and not a single brick Has been Moved.

Congratulate them and put them In Top management 

आयुष्य खूप सुंदर आहे ......Aayushy Khup Sundar Aahe ... - कवी कुसुमाग्रज

आयुष्य खूप सुंदर आहे 

आयुष्य खूप सुंदर आहे, 

सोबत कुणी नसलं तरी, 

एकट्यानेच ते फुलवत रहा, 

वादळात सगळ वाहून गेल, 

म्हणून रडत बसू नका, 

वेगळ अस काही, माझ्यात खास नाही असं म्हणून उदास होऊ नका 

मृगाकडे कस्तुरी आहे, 

फुलात गंध आहे,

सागराकडे अथांगता आहे, 

माझ्याकडे काय आहे, असं म्हणून रडू नका, 

अंधाराला जाळणारा एक सूर्य तुमच्यातही लपला आहे| 

आव्हाहन करा त्या सूर्याला!!!!!मग उगवेल तो तुमच्या आयुष्यात नवीन क्षितीज घेऊन| 

अंधारमय रात्र संपवून सोनेरी किरणांनी सजून 

मग रोजच उगवेल एक नवी सकाळ, 

उत्साह ध्येयाने भारून म्हणून म्हणते..... 

आयुष्य खूप सुंदर आहे, 

सोबत कुणी नसलं तरी, 

एकट्यानेच ते फुलवत रहा..........................................

                                                           - कवी कुसुमाग्रज  

आपण ..... - संदीप खरे

आपण एखाद्यासाठी कोण असतो? 

अधराचे शब्द ऐकत 

"हा आपला" असे स्वत:लाच समजावत 

रात्रभर उराशी बसणारा एखादा जिवलग.....? 

असं म्हणत-म्हणत डोळ्र्यातील बाहुल्यांशी 

संवाद साधू बघणारे एखादे प्रोढ बालक.....?

आपण एखाद्यासाठी कितपत असतो ? 

एखाद्याच्या इच्छेभोवती पडलेच आपल्या नकाराचे कुंपण 

तर स्मरणात राहतो का "जिवलग" शब्दाचा खोल अर्थ ? 

का आपण असतो त्याच्यासाठी गोड गोड गाणारा बंदिस्त पक्षी..... 

जेव्हा जेव्हा चोच उघडेल तेव्हा तेव्हा मंजूळ आणि मंजूळच  आवाज काढणारा ? 

आपण एखाद्यासाठी कोण असू .....? 

पाखरांना पंख फुटतील, दिशा समजतील 

आणि कळतील झाड सोडून जाण्याच्या आवश्यकता.....

आपण असू जागा न सोडू शकणारे झाड !!! 

भरारीच्या आवेगात पक्षी फिरकलाच कधी परत 

तर त्याच्या आठवणीच्या दुःखाचे चोचले पुरवणारे झाड !  

आपण एखाद्यासाठी कोण होतो.....? 

भेटलो नसतो असे कोणीतरी.....? 

आपण एखाद्यासाठी कोण असतो.....? 

ज्याच्यावासून अडत नाही असे आगंतुक सहावे बोट.....? 

आपण एखाद्यासाठी कोण असू.....? 

कधी लहर आलीच तर अश्रू पुरवणारे एखादे कारण.....? 

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आपण खूप करायचो अट्टाहास 

पण आपण फार तर फार पाणी होऊ शकतो एखाद्यासाठी.....

एखाद्याची तहान होऊ शकत नाही..... 

                                                            - मौनाची भाषांतरे , संदीप खरे 

All the World's a Stage

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

By William Shakespeare

Mother's Day

The Second Sunday of May is celebrated as Mother's Day.

Below is a wonderful poem.

Mother's Love
A Mother's love is something
that no on can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it
or take that love away . . .
It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking . . .
It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest, brightest gems . . .
It is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
like the mysteries of creation . . .
A many splendoured miracle
man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence
of God's tender guiding hand.


- Helen Steiner Rice

A beautiful Song Sung by Kailash Kher - Maa - from Dasvidania 

एकच....

-अनामिक कवी