a true story of a truly holy man a true story of a man with true grit It was destiny that made me a management consultant to Manikaka I heard his story bit by bit and I am in awe way back in 1969 a student stood in the tracks of a fast approaching fast train he had been aspiring for the post of President of the Students Union He did not succeed He had no muscle He wanted to end it What are u doing Manilal? u have a long way to go a small kid told him He looked again The kid had disappeared Manilal tightened his buckle and walked away just seconds before the train rolled by Then Manilal went to seek his fortune in Mumbai He was a partner with PCE the company flourished and was making tons of money but Manilal tendered his resignation Difference of opinion He then went into partnership again to make cable glands at IPE again he was cheated again he split Manilal is a trusting man and there lies his downfall He now started a proprietory company IP He is struggling now but he sees his destiny He will succeed
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars
IF you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,Or being hated, don't give way to hating,And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;If you can meet with Triumph and DisasterAnd treat those two impostors just the same;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spokenTwisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,And lose, and start again at your beginningsAnd never breathe a word about your loss;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinewTo serve your turn long after they are gone,And so hold on when there is nothing in youExcept the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,If all men count with you, but none too much;If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,