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UBUNTU

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The motivation behind the name given to Ubuntu Operating System in Computer.  An Anthropologist proposed one game to the African tribal children. He placed a basket of sweets and Candy's near a tree. And made them stand 100 metres away. And announced that who ever reaches first would get all the sweets in the basket. When he said ready steady go... Do you know what these small children did? They all held each other's hands and ran towards the tree together, divided the sweets among them and ate the sweets and enjoyed it. When the Anthropologist asked them why you did so? They said 'Ubuntu'. Which meant - 'How can one be happy when all the others are sad?' Ubuntu in their language means - 'I am because, we are!' A message for all generations. Let all of us always carry this attitude within us and spread happiness, wherever we go... Remember : Let's have a Ubuntu  Life, “I am because we are”

HOW TO CHANGE THE WORLD

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The ninth week of SEAL training is referred to as Hell Week. It is six days of no sleep, constant physical and mental harassment and one special day at the Mud Flats. The Mud Flats are an area between San Diego and Tijuana where the water runs off and creates the Tijuana slues—a swampy patch of terrain where the mud will engulf you. It is on Wednesday of Hell Week that you paddle down to the mud flats and spend the next 15 hours trying to survive the freezing-cold mud, the howling wind and the incessant pressure from the instructors to quit. As the sun began to set that Wednesday evening, my training class, having committed some "egregious infraction of the rules" was ordered into the mud. The mud consumed each man till there was nothing visible but our heads. The instructors told us we could leave the mud if only five men would quit—just five men and we could get out of the oppressive cold. Looking around the mud flat, it was apparent that some students were about to giv

THE MAGICAL MUSTARD SEED

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There is an old Chinese tale about a woman whose only son died. In her grief, she went to the holy man and asked, "What prayers, what magical incantations do you have to bring my son back to life?" Instead of sending her away or reasoning with her, he said to her, "Fetch me a mustard seed from a home that has never known sorrow. We will use it to drive the sorrow out of your life." The woman went off at once in search of that magical mustard seed. She came first to a splendid mansion, knocked at the door, and said, "I am looking for a home that has never known sorrow. Is this such a place? It is very important to me." They told her, "You've certainly come to the wrong place," and began to describe all the tragic things that recently had befallen them. The woman said to herself, "Who is better able to help these poor, unfortunate people than I, who have had misfortune of my own?" She stayed to comfort them, then went on in sea