Useful info - customer care numbers for banks, mobile providers, etc.
From Arun A.S: Tired searching for customercare numbers?
From Arun A.S: Tired searching for customercare numbers?
From the people who did it -
P.S - (They also have a dev center @ Bangalore and are looking for experts in computer vision, data mining, machine learning, image processing or in a similar areas)
We want to begin a conversation with you about the next generation of photo search.I am really looking forward to this. I guess we all would.
We started this company after realizing that we had 1000's of digital photos on our computer all labeled DSC0009.jpg, that our friends just never remembered to send us the photos we wanted from them, and that searching for images on the web just doesn't work very well.
We are a group of determined face recognition and text recognition researchersengineers who believe it is time for a new type of photo search that uses technology to look inside and automatically tag photos. We hope this will revolutionize how people "see" the world.
P.S - (They also have a dev center @ Bangalore and are looking for experts in computer vision, data mining, machine learning, image processing or in a similar areas)
Came across this.
Interesting.
I wish that the old classic TV shows like Karamchand, Daane Anaar Ke, Mr. Yogi, Indradhanush, etc, etc were also "viewable" somewhere...
Interesting.
I wish that the old classic TV shows like Karamchand, Daane Anaar Ke, Mr. Yogi, Indradhanush, etc, etc were also "viewable" somewhere...
This is my Destiny...
Deep from the sea I startedThe voyage to eternity
And high n' high I went up
Drawn to sky by affinity
Up on the top I realized
Its not in having reached,
But in reaching the joy lies
And I started back,
Back to home, down to earth,
Its being in use lies worth,
I thought,
And as a tiny drop, dipped on a tree.
But being dew, the joy of sight,
Was not I aspired,
So jumped to this leaf
And then on that leaf
And here on this one,
Branch to branch, drop by drop
The journey continued
And then I reached home,
My home, the cosy home,
The little home,
The vast home,
The Earth.
And as i served the tree,
On whom i travelled,
I thought,
Yes, now I am worthy,
Now I am big,
Because I have grown up,
Now I am no drop,
I am water,
Water that heals,
Water that serves.
Yes I am worthy,
Yes this is my destiny.
Should I? Should I not?
I dont remember how long I have asked that question myself about beginning to write. And I am sure that's a question lot of us ask. In different contexts and almost indefinitely each time. Everyone learned out there asks not to contemplate - but to plunge and try and actually see what happens. The fear of unknown is what holds us. Everytime.And though everyone of use decides to try it next time, we almost without exception fail to translate thought into action. I have come to be believe that most often the reason why people fail is they have never tried!
Its easy to tell someone that they should try, I know its not easy. The way life has been explained to us from our childhood makes us believe that its a race. Race where everyone is running and we have to come first. And by instinct we know this is not true. But we seldom dare to question. After all, we see sparks of success around and not a galaxy. So we land up with lots of fears. Fear of failure. Fear of being proved foolish. Fear of being laughed at. Fear of fear! So we don't dare. Because we think noone cares. But that's the catch. Since no-one actually cares, we should be happy doing what we want to do. Interesting paradox.
But life by its nature is meant to be simple, without paradoxes. Which means one of our assumptions is wrong.
I guess its best to leave the judgement to time and just take the plunge. After all, its always good to try & fail and say I did, rather than sigh and say I could.
I have a quotation-calendar at my table. It fell down accidentally. And the first quotation that I saw when I put it back was "All glory comes from daring to begin."
Was it really by chance?
The Prologue from the book, The Alchemist...
The Alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages, he found a story about Narcissus. The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, youth who daily knelt beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus. But this was not how the author of the book ended the story.He said that when Narcissus died, the Goddesses of the Forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.
"Why do you weep?" the Goddesses asked.
"I weep for Narcissus," the lake replied.
"Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus," they said, "for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand."
"But..... was Narcissus beautiful?" the lake asked. "Who better than you to know that?" the Goddesses said in wonder, "After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each
day to contemplate himself!!"
The lake was silent for some time. Finally it said:
"I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected."
"What a lovely story," the alchemist thought.
