. The longest one-syllable word in the English language is "screeched."
2. "Dreamt" is the only English word that ends in the letters "mt"
3. Almonds are members of the peach family.
4. The symbol on the "pound" key (#) is called an octothorpe.
5. The dot over the letter 'i' is called a tittle.
6. Ingrown toenails are hereditary.
7. The word "set" has more definitions than any other word in the English language.
8. "Underground" is the only word in the English language that begins and ends with the letters "und."
9. There are only four words in the English language which end in "-dous": tremendous, horrendous, stupendous, and hazardous.
10. The longest word in the English language, according to the Oxford English Dictionary, is pneumonoultramicros copicsilicovolca noconiosis.
11. The only other word with the same amount of letters is its plural: pneumonoultramicros copicsilicovolca noconiosesl.
12. The longest place-name still in use is Taumatawhakatangiha ngakoauauotamate aturipukakapikim aungahoronukup okaiwe-nuakit natahu, a New Zealand hill.
13. Los Angeles's full name is "El Pueblo de Nuestra Senora la Reinade los Angeles de Porciuncula" and can be abbreviated to 3.63% of its size,L.A.
14. An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.
15. Tigers have striped skin, not just striped fur.
16. Alfred Hitchcock didn't have a belly button. It was eliminated when he was sewn up after surgery.
17. Telly Savalas and Louis Armstrong died on their birthdays.
18. Donald Duck's middle name is Fauntleroy.
19. The muzzle of a lion is like a fingerprint - no two lions have the same pattern of whiskers.
21. A pregnant goldfish is called a twit.
23. There is a seven-letter word in the English language that contains ten words without rearranging any of its letters, "therein": the,there, he, in, rein, her, here, ere, therein, herein.
24. Dueling is legal in Paraguay as long as both parties are registered blood donors.
26. A goldfish has a memory span of three seconds.
27. It's impossible to sneeze with your eyes open.
28. Cranberries are sorted for ripeness by bouncing them; a fully ripened cranberry can be dribbled like a basketball.
30. The letters KGB stand for Komitet Gosudarstvennoy Bezopasnosti
31. 'Stewardesses' is the longest English word that is typed with only the left hand.
33. The combination "ough" can be pronounced in nine different ways; the following sentence contains them all: "A rough-coated, dough-faced, thoughtful ploughman strode through the streets of Scarborough; after falling into a slough, he coughed and hiccoughed."
34. The only 15 letter word that can be spelled without repeating a letter is uncopyrightable.
35. Facetious and abstemious contain all the vowels in the correct order, as does arsenious, meaning "containing arsenic."
36. Emus and kangaroos cannot walk backwards, and are on the Australian seal for that reason.
37. Cats have over one hundred vocal sounds, while dogs only have about ten.
38. The word "Checkmate" in chess comes from the Persian phrase "Shah Mat," which means "the king is dead."
39. The reason firehouses have circular stairways is from the days of yore when the engines were pulled by horses. The horses were stabled on the ground floor and figured out how to walk up straight staircases.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Dust Washers in India....True Documentary
This is a true Documentary of Poor People in India....DO NOT DELETE WITHOUT READING....JUST TO EDUCATE
Dust washers in India sweep streets for flecks of gold
In Ahmadabad, a city famous for its jewelry, dhul dhoyas, or dust washers, eke out a living by collecting precious dirt outside gold shops.
In a nation where thoroughfares are rarely clean, this twisted lane in the ancient walled city of Ahmadabad is spotless, at least temporarily, after she finishes.
"It is very strenuous work," she said, her hair pulled back in a bun, her delicate features buried behind deep wrinkles.
Gohel isn't a street cleaner. She's a dhul dhoya, a dust washer. And not just any dirt. Although the streets in India aren't exactly paved with gold, a few in Ahmadabad are at least flecked with it.
Motivating her are the estimated 5,000 gold and silver shops in this western city. As the 40,000 workers from the shops come and go, flecks of gold fall from their hair and clothes, to be scooped up by Gohel and other dhul dhoyas. Some enterprising collectors even follow workers home, raiding their sewer pipes for the muck from their showers.
Since the age of 15, Gohel has been working this alley from late morning until dark, with Sundays off, a schedule driven by shop hours and the rhythm of the settling dust.
It's hard, but at least she didn't have to pick up her mother's sideline: removing the burning coals and ashes from silver kilns, which she would crush and run through a sieve to capture the precious fragments. Now Gohel's daughter Kasmeera, 35, is joining the family business, helping her mother collect waste on the same street.
Once she and her mother separate the gold-specked dirt from the betel nut wrappers, cow manure, stained newspapers and other trash, it's sold for about $8 per bag.
"People spit in the garbage and leave food scraps," said Kasmeera, in a beige sari and black plastic slippers. "It's disgusting."
Kasmeera worries that her mother's bent figure reflects her own future. In an effort to get ahead, she's supplementing her income by trimming loose threads off bluejeans at a cent per pair, or $1.50 a day if she hustles.
"I'm concerned about what's in store for me," she said. "I want to do better. But I'm not sure it's possible, at least in this life."
Adding to Gohel and Kasmeera's burden is their status as Dalits, or members of the so-called untouchable caste. Pedestrians have insulted them, bruised them and knocked them over, particularly Gohel with her tiny frame. But Gohel has carried on for 65 years, carefully guiding every last speck of dirt into her dustbin with practiced efficiency.
The pair are among 200 or so dhul dhoyas working this part of the gold district. Many families have cleaned the same street for generations, jealously guarding their turf against interlopers.
Gohel makes about $135 a month, Kasmeera slightly less. It's dreary work. But Gohel and her husband, who died six years ago - "a drunkard who battered me every day, but at least he helped a bit" - raised two daughters and a son on the dust.
It's been a constant struggle. Her daughter-in-law died and Kasmeera's husband abandoned the family, leaving Gohel with five grandchildren to help raise in a tiny two-room house.
"There are a lot of mouths to feed," she said. "Life's been pretty much the same, pretty tough."
Nitesh Soni watched Gohel from his family-run Ambica Touch bullion shop on the alley.
"You try bending and sweeping the streets like her," he said. "You'd feel the pain too."
At Ambica Touch, jewelry makers belly up to the counter with thick wads of rupee notes, buying half an ounce here, an ounce there. As the shop workers slice off pieces from 1-kilogram gold bars with oversize cutters, small particles drop. Most are swept up, but microscopic bits make it to the street and into Gohel's dustbin.
Two miles away, in the Gomtipur neighborhood, Abdul Wahid Ansari buys bags of gold-flecked dirt for his workshop, which is straight out of the Middle Ages except for the vats of Technicolor chemicals. Young men bend over 2,000-gallon water tanks, panning the dirt as coal fires roar in the unlighted room, emitting smoke through a hole in the roof.
The modern-day alchemist says he can tell at a glance how much gold a handful of dirt contains. The dirt is washed, mercury and nitric acid are added, and the mixture is "cooked" at a high temperature to separate the gold for melting back into bars or ingots.
"Our life is with the silver and gold," he said through rotting teeth stained red from betel nut. "Let the copper be."
Gohel denies that she's ever found a sizable nugget in the dirt, although the crew at Ambica Touch is skeptical.
"Of course they hit the jackpot sometimes," said Paresh Soni, Nitesh's brother. "When I lose a piece, do you think I'll get it back? This is India."
The dirt is most gold-laden during the peak October-to-February wedding season and just before the Hindu Diwali festival, when shops scrub their machines, walls and floors. At these times, dust prices can jump to $12 to $15 a bag, compared with $7 during monsoon season, when heavy runoff dilutes the mix.
The job of dhul dhoyas probably extends nearly as far back as gold craftsmanship in India, said Shekhar Chatterjee, a jewelry and textile design professor at the National Institute of Design in Ahmadabad.
"It's a very old tradition, part of the Indian mentality to reuse even wastepaper," he said.
Gold workers, who are believed to have settled in Ahmadabad shortly after the city was founded by Sultan Ahmad Shah in 1411, were elemental in boosting the city's reputation, and by the 1500s, Ahmadabad jewelry and gold-inlaid textiles were famous as far afield as Cairo and Beijing.
This glittering tradition lives on, with Ahmadabad handling an estimated 30% to 40% of the 918 tons of gold that India imports annually.
"Indians have a real emotional attachment to gold," said Bababhai Soni, 65, Ambica Touch's founder.
In recent years, machine-made jewelry has reduced wastage, leaving fewer specks in the dust. But customers still want complex jewelry patterns that machines can't easily make.
"So as long as there is hand craftsmanship, there will be dhul dhoyas," said Harshvardhan Choksi, president of a local merchants association.
As the shadows lengthen in the narrow alley, Gohel takes a rest on the bags of dirt she's collected, her cracked, discolored feet tucked under a frayed pink sari.
"I'm still alive and able to walk because I keep active," Gohel said.
She and her daughter reflect on life's disparities, on how they scrounge in the dirt while rich, fat goldsmiths take home bars of the precious metal.
"Theirs sells for hundreds of thousands of dollars and ours sells for $8," Gohel said with a sigh. "But it's our living, our fate. If we didn't do it, someone else would."
Dust washers in India sweep streets for flecks of gold
In Ahmadabad, a city famous for its jewelry, dhul dhoyas, or dust washers, eke out a living by collecting precious dirt outside gold shops.
In a nation where thoroughfares are rarely clean, this twisted lane in the ancient walled city of Ahmadabad is spotless, at least temporarily, after she finishes.
"It is very strenuous work," she said, her hair pulled back in a bun, her delicate features buried behind deep wrinkles.
Gohel isn't a street cleaner. She's a dhul dhoya, a dust washer. And not just any dirt. Although the streets in India aren't exactly paved with gold, a few in Ahmadabad are at least flecked with it.
Motivating her are the estimated 5,000 gold and silver shops in this western city. As the 40,000 workers from the shops come and go, flecks of gold fall from their hair and clothes, to be scooped up by Gohel and other dhul dhoyas. Some enterprising collectors even follow workers home, raiding their sewer pipes for the muck from their showers.
Since the age of 15, Gohel has been working this alley from late morning until dark, with Sundays off, a schedule driven by shop hours and the rhythm of the settling dust.
It's hard, but at least she didn't have to pick up her mother's sideline: removing the burning coals and ashes from silver kilns, which she would crush and run through a sieve to capture the precious fragments. Now Gohel's daughter Kasmeera, 35, is joining the family business, helping her mother collect waste on the same street.
Once she and her mother separate the gold-specked dirt from the betel nut wrappers, cow manure, stained newspapers and other trash, it's sold for about $8 per bag.
"People spit in the garbage and leave food scraps," said Kasmeera, in a beige sari and black plastic slippers. "It's disgusting."
Kasmeera worries that her mother's bent figure reflects her own future. In an effort to get ahead, she's supplementing her income by trimming loose threads off bluejeans at a cent per pair, or $1.50 a day if she hustles.
"I'm concerned about what's in store for me," she said. "I want to do better. But I'm not sure it's possible, at least in this life."
Adding to Gohel and Kasmeera's burden is their status as Dalits, or members of the so-called untouchable caste. Pedestrians have insulted them, bruised them and knocked them over, particularly Gohel with her tiny frame. But Gohel has carried on for 65 years, carefully guiding every last speck of dirt into her dustbin with practiced efficiency.
The pair are among 200 or so dhul dhoyas working this part of the gold district. Many families have cleaned the same street for generations, jealously guarding their turf against interlopers.
Gohel makes about $135 a month, Kasmeera slightly less. It's dreary work. But Gohel and her husband, who died six years ago - "a drunkard who battered me every day, but at least he helped a bit" - raised two daughters and a son on the dust.
It's been a constant struggle. Her daughter-in-law died and Kasmeera's husband abandoned the family, leaving Gohel with five grandchildren to help raise in a tiny two-room house.
"There are a lot of mouths to feed," she said. "Life's been pretty much the same, pretty tough."
Nitesh Soni watched Gohel from his family-run Ambica Touch bullion shop on the alley.
"You try bending and sweeping the streets like her," he said. "You'd feel the pain too."
At Ambica Touch, jewelry makers belly up to the counter with thick wads of rupee notes, buying half an ounce here, an ounce there. As the shop workers slice off pieces from 1-kilogram gold bars with oversize cutters, small particles drop. Most are swept up, but microscopic bits make it to the street and into Gohel's dustbin.
Two miles away, in the Gomtipur neighborhood, Abdul Wahid Ansari buys bags of gold-flecked dirt for his workshop, which is straight out of the Middle Ages except for the vats of Technicolor chemicals. Young men bend over 2,000-gallon water tanks, panning the dirt as coal fires roar in the unlighted room, emitting smoke through a hole in the roof.
The modern-day alchemist says he can tell at a glance how much gold a handful of dirt contains. The dirt is washed, mercury and nitric acid are added, and the mixture is "cooked" at a high temperature to separate the gold for melting back into bars or ingots.
"Our life is with the silver and gold," he said through rotting teeth stained red from betel nut. "Let the copper be."
Gohel denies that she's ever found a sizable nugget in the dirt, although the crew at Ambica Touch is skeptical.
"Of course they hit the jackpot sometimes," said Paresh Soni, Nitesh's brother. "When I lose a piece, do you think I'll get it back? This is India."
The dirt is most gold-laden during the peak October-to-February wedding season and just before the Hindu Diwali festival, when shops scrub their machines, walls and floors. At these times, dust prices can jump to $12 to $15 a bag, compared with $7 during monsoon season, when heavy runoff dilutes the mix.
The job of dhul dhoyas probably extends nearly as far back as gold craftsmanship in India, said Shekhar Chatterjee, a jewelry and textile design professor at the National Institute of Design in Ahmadabad.
"It's a very old tradition, part of the Indian mentality to reuse even wastepaper," he said.
Gold workers, who are believed to have settled in Ahmadabad shortly after the city was founded by Sultan Ahmad Shah in 1411, were elemental in boosting the city's reputation, and by the 1500s, Ahmadabad jewelry and gold-inlaid textiles were famous as far afield as Cairo and Beijing.
This glittering tradition lives on, with Ahmadabad handling an estimated 30% to 40% of the 918 tons of gold that India imports annually.
"Indians have a real emotional attachment to gold," said Bababhai Soni, 65, Ambica Touch's founder.
In recent years, machine-made jewelry has reduced wastage, leaving fewer specks in the dust. But customers still want complex jewelry patterns that machines can't easily make.
"So as long as there is hand craftsmanship, there will be dhul dhoyas," said Harshvardhan Choksi, president of a local merchants association.
As the shadows lengthen in the narrow alley, Gohel takes a rest on the bags of dirt she's collected, her cracked, discolored feet tucked under a frayed pink sari.
"I'm still alive and able to walk because I keep active," Gohel said.
She and her daughter reflect on life's disparities, on how they scrounge in the dirt while rich, fat goldsmiths take home bars of the precious metal.
"Theirs sells for hundreds of thousands of dollars and ours sells for $8," Gohel said with a sigh. "But it's our living, our fate. If we didn't do it, someone else would."
True Story........
This is a true story, proving how fascinating the mind of a six year old is.
They think so logically.
A teacher was reading the story of the Three Little Pigs to her class.
She came to the part of the story where first pig was trying to gather the
building materials for his home.
*She read. 'And so the pig went up to the man with the wheelbarrow full of
straw and said: 'Pardon me sir, but may I have some of that straw to build
my house?' **
The teacher paused then asked the class: 'And what do you think the man
said?'
One little boy raised his hand and said very matter-of-factly...
'I think the man would have said - *
* "I'll be gobsmacked!! * *A talking pig!*
They think so logically.
A teacher was reading the story of the Three Little Pigs to her class.
She came to the part of the story where first pig was trying to gather the
building materials for his home.
*She read. 'And so the pig went up to the man with the wheelbarrow full of
straw and said: 'Pardon me sir, but may I have some of that straw to build
my house?' **
The teacher paused then asked the class: 'And what do you think the man
said?'
One little boy raised his hand and said very matter-of-factly...
'I think the man would have said - *
* "I'll be gobsmacked!! * *A talking pig!*
What is Good for Health?
1. If walking is good for health, the postman would be immortal.
2. A whale swims all day, only eats fish, drinks water and it is fat.
3. A rabbit runs and hops and only lives 15 years.
4. A turtle doesn’t run, doesn’t nothing … yet lives for 450 years.
*Sleep Well*, *Eat Well, Drink Well !!!* & *LIVE LONG !!! *
*EAT EVERYTHING THAT YOU LIKE!!!!!!*
2. A whale swims all day, only eats fish, drinks water and it is fat.
3. A rabbit runs and hops and only lives 15 years.
4. A turtle doesn’t run, doesn’t nothing … yet lives for 450 years.
*Sleep Well*, *Eat Well, Drink Well !!!* & *LIVE LONG !!! *
*EAT EVERYTHING THAT YOU LIKE!!!!!!*
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
HOW TO RECRUIT THE RIGHT PERSON FOR THE JOB?
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
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
Monday, March 14, 2011
EMOTIONS HAVE NO LIMIT
A man was polishing his new car.
His 4yr old son scratched lines on car by stone.
In anger man hit son's hand by hammer.
Child lost all his fingers.
At d hospital d Child asked,
"Dad wen will my fingers grow back?"
D dad was so hurt speechless.
He went back to d car & Kicked it many times.
He looked at d Scratches.
It was written,"I Love u Dad".
Anger & Love has no limits.
Always remember, Things r to b used & people's r to b loved.
His 4yr old son scratched lines on car by stone.
In anger man hit son's hand by hammer.
Child lost all his fingers.
At d hospital d Child asked,
"Dad wen will my fingers grow back?"
D dad was so hurt speechless.
He went back to d car & Kicked it many times.
He looked at d Scratches.
It was written,"I Love u Dad".
Anger & Love has no limits.
Always remember, Things r to b used & people's r to b loved.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Amazing Love Quotes
1.You hit me with the truth;but I think a bus would have hurt less
2.I want to be your favorite HeLlO and your hardest GoOdByE
3.Sometimes I wish I could just fast forward my life to see if it was worth it all in the end...
4.Save an Egg Crack a Smile!
5.Everything you want..comes after you stop looking for it
6.It's a complicated emotion::I think I'd miss you, even if we never met
7.Having the love of your life break up with you and say, "We can still be friends" Is like your dog dying and your mom saying,"You can still keep it."
8.It's NEVER a mistake to care for someone...
2.I want to be your favorite HeLlO and your hardest GoOdByE
3.Sometimes I wish I could just fast forward my life to see if it was worth it all in the end...
4.Save an Egg Crack a Smile!
5.Everything you want..comes after you stop looking for it
6.It's a complicated emotion::I think I'd miss you, even if we never met
7.Having the love of your life break up with you and say, "We can still be friends" Is like your dog dying and your mom saying,"You can still keep it."
8.It's NEVER a mistake to care for someone...
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