My sincere thanks to Sri Ramesh and JC Jayabhagyaraj LOM president 09 for arrangimg the Training programme in a grand way.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
Trainer Ajith at JCI-Bampalapitiya,Srilanka
Active participants of "Kiss the twister silence" at JCI Bampalapidiya,Srilanka with
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Trainer Ajith at Sampath bank,PLC,Colombo,Srilanka
I thank Janka Jayasurya ,manager and Keerthy and all other lovely participants of SampathBank
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Trainer Ajith awarded outstanding participant in JCI Training Designer Course
CNTs with Head Trainer Harish Kumar (India) and Assistant trainer Kalil Ul Rahman(Srilanka)
Srilankan JCI National President ,past national president ,with host Charitha and active Anushri
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Trainer Ajith Kumar at Hotel Sovereign Corporate Hotel, Rajagiriya,Srilanka
My sincere thanks to my new friend and the manger Front office,Mr.Kumara Tunga and Manager Channa Fernando and all the active participants of "Custumer Care."
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Trainer Ajith kumar at RitzG in SriLanka
My heartfelt thanks for the RezG Development Center, Associate Product Line Manager, Awantha Weerakkody and others and all the active participants for their warm welcom,in Colombo,Srilanka
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Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Is giving the highest level of living?
Here is a story send by my friend Latha.As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard..
Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath.. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big 'F' at the top of his papers.
At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.
Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, 'Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be around..'
His second grade teacher wrote, 'Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle..'
His third grade teacher wrote, 'His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest, and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken.'
Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, 'Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class.'
By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, 'Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to.'
After the children left, she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her 'teacher's pets..'
A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.
Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in life.
Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honours. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favourite teacher he had ever had in his whole life.
Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favourite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer..... The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.
The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he had met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.
They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, 'Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference.'
Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back.. She said, 'Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you!'
Friends ponder over!
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Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath.. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big 'F' at the top of his papers.
Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, 'Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be around..'
His second grade teacher wrote, 'Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle..'
His third grade teacher wrote, 'His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest, and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken.'
Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, 'Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class.'
By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, 'Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to.'
After the children left, she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her 'teacher's pets..'
A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.
Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in life.
Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honours. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favourite teacher he had ever had in his whole life.
Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favourite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer..... The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.
The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he had met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.
They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, 'Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference.'
Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back.. She said, 'Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you!'
Friends ponder over!
Trainer Ajith kumar Chelote
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Monday, November 23, 2009
Meet the press- National president 09 JCI-India,JC G.Sivakumars official visit
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Saturday, November 21, 2009
Trainer Ajith Kumar Gives Oath of office to the LOM officers.JCI-Gudivada
Reminisentia -09
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Wednesday, November 18, 2009
The power of possibility thinking.
If you have read the Bible you will not miss the story of the little David and Goliath (1Samual 17).You know Goliath was a giant of a man and even king Saul and his entire army was afraid of him. (they waited 40 days without fighting )The young boy David who visited his brothers was surprised to see his brothers were also afraid of Goliath. David asked his brothers why can’t they stand up and fight. One of his brothers (Eliab) even doubted his intentions. Others retorted that Goliath is too big to hit! Then David said ,“No, Goliath is not too big to hit ,he is too big to miss.!”(Remember David and his brothers belong to the same father –Jasse!)We know what happened next. We also know what this young shepherd boy could do with his crude , unsophisticated weapon-the sling and the stone! Friends ponder over.
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Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Service to humanity is the best work of life- Trainer Ajith Kumar
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Monday, November 16, 2009
Trainer Ajith Kumar at JCi-Kakinada Port
On mentoring and the role of 'Sampai Kohi" relation ship,Past Zone Prsident of Zone IV Jci;India,ESH Mohan is also seen.
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Sunday, November 15, 2009
Presidential Academy
Presidential academy,Once in a life time opertunity - National president Rajan Babu Junioor Chamber International- Reminisentia06
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Saturday, November 14, 2009
Trainer Ajith Kumar at JCI-Cherupuza ,Kerala
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Friday, November 13, 2009
Empowering Youth- Trainer Ajith Kumar
Executive Vice President Junior Chamber International -India ,Anil Kumar inaugurates Empowering Youth Programme. Trainer Ajith Kumar took the inaugural session to the 60 young future leaders.
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Thursday, November 12, 2009
Trainer Ajith Kumar at SSN Engineering College,Karnool Road Ongole,Prakasam District.
One thousand active BTech Students participated on winning Interwiews
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Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Can some one change the destiny?
In an hour his body was in the beach! The strong wind whisked his hair. He sat in the sand disheartened. The little girl chuckled and ran through the smooth sand and splashed into the waves.
Suddenly her attention was on her dad. In a jiffy, she knew he was not in his usual self. To cheer her dad she pointed to the colourful sailing boats yonder and wondered ,”dad, how could those boats move so fast?
“Its because the wind which blows on the sails”, he answered coldly.
Then’ , she wondered, ”dad , the wind is blowing only in one direction, but each boat is moving in a different direction ,why is this so?”
‘It depends on how you set the sail” retorted the dad.
“So dad , we can’t change the direction of the wind; but definitely we can change the sail!”Chuckling ,she ran into the water.
He brooded over her remark for a while then vanquished his disposition, got up and hugged his daughter with a new revelation and jumped into the bouncing waves!
Friends ponder over!
Photo courtesy : http://www.art.com/
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Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Trainer Alith Kumar at JCI- Visaka Steel.
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Monday, November 9, 2009
Do we get back what we give to others?
Little Gargi was cross with her mother. As cross as any other child would be! She sat near the river bank and wept bitterly as any other child would.. Time elapsed and little Gargi stopped crying and lifted her little head a little up. She found the birds flying home. Suddenly she noticed Slowly, but surely, the crimson sky was turning murky! She didn’t want to go home ;but had a shudder in the heart when the murky sky showed its teeth at her in the horizon! In desperation she stood up and stamped her food and shouted aloud, “I hate you!” In a few seconds the river echoed back “I hate you!”, followed by the rumbling of the sky! The child was nonplused and ran to its mom in great fear! By the time she reached home ,the little child was almost exasperated and cried out that there is a bad girl at the river bank who shouted back “I hate you”, to her. Luckily, the mother was not a numb-skull and took the child back to the river bank .Keeping aside her scientific temper, she asked the child to shout “I love you” to the bad girl on the other side of the river. Lo! in no time came back the reply “I love you”. The little child looked at the mother in wonderment!Friends ponder over!
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Sunday, November 8, 2009
Trainer Ajith Kumar at Rajahmundry Institute of Engineering Technology(RIET)
The attentive BTech Students of RIET-09
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Saturday, November 7, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Senator Ajith Kumar Chelote Chairs Regional Conference 09 of Zone IV region B Junior Chamber International -India
(From your left) Sanakasubbarao PD, S.Venkatrsweara Rao RDO,Chairman Ajith Kumar,General legal Council Appaji,ZP Mallesh,LOMP Dr.N.Umashankar.and Zone Governing Board.
The jubilant winners- JCI Rajamundry- a photo shoot with the chairman.
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.(To your right)President Ramakrishna of JCI Rajahmundry receives the outstanding LOM president award.
(to your left)Zone president Mallesh,Charter president of Gudivada Mr. Jagga Raju
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Trainer Ajith Kumar at Muthoot Pappachan Group,Cochin
The branch managers of Muthoot Pappachan Group in a team working activity
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Trainer Ajith at the 24th charter nite of JCI Gudivada
National president 09 of JCI -INDIA Mr.Sivakumar (Red tie, 4th to your left) releasing the
LOM Bulletin09
Genal legal Councel Appaji,Dr N UmashankarLP,NP Sivakumar,ZP,mallesh and Trainer Ajith Kumar Chelote
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Trainer Ajith Kumar at JCI - Karuvanchal,Kerala.
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Monday, November 2, 2009
Freedom at last!
Here is the story of my fried Raichel Dorothy.I would never trade myself, my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly! As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own wonderful friend!
I don't chide myself any more for eating that extra cookie or an extra desert, or for not making my bed properly, or for being so stupid on my patio, or a messy cooking or for buying that silly ---- I love! I am entitled to a treat! To be messy! To be extravagant!!
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and snore until noon? On an eve I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 and 70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I ‘ll. Yes, I will! I am a decimal Lilly and off the time! So what?
I’ll walk the beach in a swimming suit that is stretched over my lumping body, and will dive into the waves with nothing, if I choose to be, despite the pitying glances and the murmur of the crowed!
I don't chide myself any more for eating that extra cookie or an extra desert, or for not making my bed properly, or for being so stupid on my patio, or a messy cooking or for buying that silly ---- I love! I am entitled to a treat! To be messy! To be extravagant!!
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and snore until noon? On an eve I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 and 70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I ‘ll. Yes, I will! I am a decimal Lilly and off the time! So what?
I’ll walk the beach in a swimming suit that is stretched over my lumping body, and will dive into the waves with nothing, if I choose to be, despite the pitying glances and the murmur of the crowed! I would laugh in my mind and say to them, you pretty, you too, shall get old one day!
I have seen too many a friends, so careful about their lives, leave this world too soon! Before they earned the great freedom that comes with the silver gray!
I know, sometimes, I’m forgetful. But there again, it is a bliss! Some part of life is better forgotten!!
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How it can’t break when you lose a loved one or someone ditches you or when an innocent child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a careless car driver?
A heart never broken would never know the joy of being imperfect! Yah! Yah! Broken hearts are what give us compassion!
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turn gray, and to have my youthful laughs forever etch deep grooves on my pretty face!
So, what? So many have never laughed, and died before their hair could turn silver! I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste my time lamenting over the spilt milk, or worry about my morrow! Let me bloom where I am planted!
Now, I care less about what other people think of me. Why, I don't question myself anymore!
After all I was a pillor for many and ’ve earned the right to be wrong!
yes, alsat ,I love the person I have become!!
It ‘s easier to be positive when your hair has turned silver! Freedom at last ! Freedom atlast!
Friends ponder over!
NB: The photo graphs are downloaded from the net.Plese treat this as permission.
To stimulate your thought also visit :www.menopause-metamorphosis.com/An_Art_Galler...
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Sunday, November 1, 2009
Trainer Ajith at PR Goverment College(Est .1854) Javahar knowledge Center
(From your Right)Sri Srinivasu Zone Trainer,National Trainer Sri Ranga Raju ,Principal Lt.Dr.Satyanarayana and interview skills ,Facilitator for JKC Trainer Ajith Kumar Chelot
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