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SOEB FATEHI -- soeb
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Have:ENGINEERING, DESIGN, ERGONOMICS, COMMUNICATION, SPEAKING, & WRITING SKILLS Want:ALL!
Title:PRINCIPAL CONSULTANT Home: Mumbai, India
Company: ENCODE From: Mumbai, India
Industry Category:High TechUniversities: Maharaja Sayajirao University Of Baroda
Industries: ENGINEERING - CONSULTANCY - DESIGN ___ TRAINING - COACHING, Interests: Engineering, Design, Theater, Music, Adventure, Writing, Speaking, Training, Teaching, Coaching . . . . . . . .,
Experience:
Argus Engineering High Tech Industry
Scheme Consultants High Tech Industry

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"The best thing for being sad,” replied Merlin, beginning to puff and blow, “is to learn something. That’s the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disord...er of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then — to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting. Learning is the only thing for you. Look what a lot of things there are to learn.” — T.H. White, The Once and Future King







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Dream On - James Tate -

Some people go their whole lives

without ever writing a single poem.
Extraordinary people who don't hesitate
to cut somebody's heart or skull open.
They go to baseball games with the greatest of ease.
and play a few rounds of golf as if it were nothing.
These same people stroll into a church
as if that were a natural part of life.
Investing money is second nature to them.
They contribute to political campaigns
that have absolutely no poetry in them
and promise none for the future.
They sit around the dinner table at night
and pretend as though nothing is missing.
Their children get caught shoplifting at the mall
and no one admits that it is poetry they are missing.
The family dog howls all night,
lonely and starving for more poetry in his life.
Why is it so difficult for them to see
that, without poetry, their lives are effluvial.
Sure, they have their banquets, their celebrations,
croquet, fox hunts, their sea shores and sunsets,
their cocktails on the balcony, dog races,
and all that kissing and hugging, and don't
forget the good deeds, the charity work,
nursing the baby squirrels all through the night,
filling the birdfeeders all winter,
helping the stranger change her tire.
Still, there's that disagreeable exhalation
from decaying matter, subtle but everpresent.
They walk around erect like champions.
They are smooth-spoken and witty.
When alone, rare occasion, they stare
into the mirror for hours, bewildered.
There was something they meant to say, but didn't:
"And if we put the statue of the rhinoceros
next to the tweezers, and walk around the room three times,
learn to yodel, shave our heads, call
our ancestors back from the dead--"
poetrywise it's still a bust, bankrupt.
You haven't scribbled a syllable of it.
You're a nowhere man misfiring
the very essence of your life, flustering
nothing from nothing and back again.
The hereafter may not last all that long.
Radiant childhood sweetheart,
secret code of everlasting joy and sorrow,
fanciful pen strokes beneath the eyelids:
all day, all night meditation, knot of hope,
kernel of desire, pure ordinariness of life
seeking, through poetry, a benediction
or a bed to lie down on, to connect, reveal,
explore, to imbue meaning on the day's extravagant labor.
And yet it's cruel to expect too much.
It's a rare species of bird
that refuses to be categorized.
Its song is barely audible.
It is like a dragonfly in a dream--
here, then there, then here again,
low-flying amber-wing darting upward
then out of sight.
And the dream has a pain in its heart
the wonders of which are manifold,
or so the story is told.






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THE SENILITY PRAYER
Grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway, the good fortune to run into the ones I do, and the eyesight to tell the difference.




THIS PAGE IS CURRENTLY UNDERGOING CHANGES.

TO IMPROVE THE QUALITY OF MY NETWORKING AND FOCUS ON
MY CORE AREAS I AM REVIEWING MY NETWORK MEMBERSHIPS
AND FRIENDS LISTS.

I will edit networks which are now inactive
or which do not remain within my current focus.

I will consult friends on my list and seek their
suggestions. I will modify my friends list to include
persons with whom I have continued contact and people
whom I transact with but are not added as friends.

This will streamline my networking and therefore
enhance my experience on RYZE.







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