Wednesday 26 September 2012

Fw: True Story of Miss India 2009- an inspiring story for everyone!

Subject: True Story of Miss India 2009- an inspiring story for everyone!


True Story of Miss India 2009 - an inspiring story for everyone!  
Description: Description: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/38/Pooja_Latest_Folio.jpg/220px-Pooja_Latest_Folio.jpg  
    Description: Description: Pooja Chopra with Grand Mother    Description: Description:

 http://www.mahiram.com/wp-content/gallery/miss-india-pooja-chopra-shops-for-her-mom/miss-india-pooja-chopra-shops-for-her-mom-20.jpg                                                                 Miss India 2009 - Pooja Chopra, 
Neera Chopra is her mother. This is her story.

Neera Chopra lived through abuse, poverty and some tough choices to make her once-unwanted girl child, Pooja Chopra,
Neera Chopras story:

"I don’t know where to begin... they were terrible times. My husband was well-placed, but the marriage had begun to sink almost as soon as it began. Like most women do, I tried to work against all the odds .

My in-laws insisted everything would be alright if I had a son. My first child was a daughter, and that didn’t do me any good... but I couldn’t walk out. I had lost my father, my brother was in a not-so-senior position in Bata. I didn’t want to be a burden on my family and continued to live in my marital home in Kolkata.

I looked after my mother-inlaw, who was suffering from cancer, and while bathing her, I would tell myself she would bless me and put things right.

I don’t know how I tolerated it all. The least a man can do, if he must philander, is to not flaunt his women in his wife’s face. Then began the manhandling. I still wanted my marriage to survive. I was a pure vegetarian and learnt to cook non-vegetarian delicacies thinking it would please him.

Then, I was pregnant again. When Pooja was eight months in my womb, my husband brought a girl to the house and announced he would marry her. I thought of killing myself. I hung on the slight hope that if the baby was a boy, my marriage could be saved.

When Pooja was born a girl, for three days, nobody came to the hospital. There was a squadron leader’s wife on the opposite bed, who was kind enough to give me baby clothes for Pooja to wear. When she was 20 days old, I had to make a choice. I left the house with my girls ‘ Pooja and Shubra, who was seven then. I haven’t seen my husband since. I promised myself, even if we had just one roti, we would share it, but together.

I began life in Mumbai with the support of my mother, brother, who was by then married. It wasn’t the ideal situation, especially when he had children - space, money, everything was short. I began work at the Taj Colaba and got my own place. How did I manage? Truth be told, I would put a chatai on the floor, leave two glasses of milk and some food, and bolt the door from outside before going to work. I would leave the key with the neighbours and tell the kids to shout out to them when it was time to leave for school.

Their tiny hands would do homework on their own, feed themselves on days that I worked late. My elder daughter Shubhra would make Pooja do her corrections... This is how they grew up. At a birthday party, Pooja would not eat her piece of cake, but pack it and bring it home to share with her sister. When Shubhra started working, she would skip lunch and pack a chicken sandwich that she would slip in her sister’s lunchbox the next day.

I used to pray, ‘God, punish me for my karma, but not my innocent little kids. Please let me provide them the basics.’ I used to struggle for shoes, socks, uniforms. I was living in Bangur Nagar, Goregaon. Pooja would walk four bus stops down to the St Thomas
Academy. Then, too little to cross the road, she would ask a passerby to help her. I had to save the bus money to be able to put some milk in their bodies.

Life began to change when I got a job for Rs 6,000 at the then Goa Penta. Mr Chhabra, the owner, and his wife, were kind enough to provide a loan for me. I sent my daughters to my sister’s house in Pune, with my mother as support. I spent four years working in Goa while I saved to buy a small one-bedroom house in Pune (where the family still lives). I would work 16-18 hours a day, not even taking weekly offs to accumulate leave and visit my daughters three or four times a year.

Once I bought my house and found a job in Pune, life began to settle. I worked in Hotel Blue Diamond for a year and then finally joined Mainland China ‘ which changed my life. The consideration of the team and management brought me the stability to bring them up, despite late hours and the travelling a hotelier must do.

Shubhra got a job in Hotel Blue Diamond, being the youngest employee there while still in college, and managed to finish her Masters in commerce and her BBM. Today, she is married to a sweet Catholic boy who is in the Merchant Navy and has a sweet daughter.

I continue to finish my day job and come home and take tuitions, as I have done for all these years. I also do all my household chores myself.

Through the years, Shubhra has been my anchor and Pooja, the rock. Pooja’s tiny hands have wiped away my tears when I broke down. She has stood up for me, when I couldn’t speak for myself. Academically brilliant, she participated in all extra-curricular activities. When she needed high heels to model in, she did odd shows and bought them for herself.

When I saw Pooja give her speech on TV, I knew it came from her heart. I could see the twinkle in her eye. And I thought to myself as she won ‘My God, this is my little girl.’ God was trying to tell me something.

Today, I’ve no regrets. I believe every cloud has a silver lining. As a mother, I’ve done nothing great." 


Pantaloons Femina Miss India Pooja Chopra’s mother promised, ‘One day, this girl will make me proud’. 

Pooja speaks on fulfilling that promise... "When I was 20 days old, my mother was asked to make a choice. It was either me, a girl child, or her husband. She chose me. As she walked out she turned around and told her husband, ‘One day, this girl will make me proud’. That day has come. Her husband went on to marry a woman who gave him two sons. Today, as I stand here a Miss India, I don’t even know if my father knows that it is me, his daughter, who has set out to conquer the world, a crown on my head. 
"Our lives have not been easy, least so for my mother. Financially, emotionally, she struggled to stay afloat, to keep her job and yet allow us to be the best that we could be. I was given only one condition when I started modelling ‘ my grades wouldn’t drop.

"All the girls in the pageant worked hard, but my edge was my mother’s sacrifice, her karma. Today, when people call to congratulate me, it’s not me they pay tribute to, but to her life and her struggle. She’s the true Woman of Substance. She is my light, my mentor, my driving force."

Fw: True Story of Miss India 2009- an inspiring story for everyone!

Subject: True Story of Miss India 2009- an inspiring story for everyone!


True Story of Miss India 2009 - an inspiring story for everyone!  
 
 
Description: Description: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/38/Pooja_Latest_Folio.jpg/220px-Pooja_Latest_Folio.jpg  
    Description: Description: Pooja Chopra with Grand Mother    Description: Description:

 http://www.mahiram.com/wp-content/gallery/miss-india-pooja-chopra-shops-for-her-mom/miss-india-pooja-chopra-shops-for-her-mom-20.jpg                                                                 Miss India 2009 - Pooja Chopra, 
 
Neera Chopra is her mother. This is her story.

Neera Chopra lived through abuse, poverty and some tough choices to make her once-unwanted girl child, Pooja Chopra,

Neera Chopras story:

"I don’t know where to begin... they were terrible times. My husband was well-placed, but the marriage had begun to sink almost as soon as it began. Like most women do, I tried to work against all the odds .

My in-laws insisted everything would be alright if I had a son. My first child was a daughter, and that didn’t do me any good... but I couldn’t walk out. I had lost my father, my brother was in a not-so-senior position in Bata. I didn’t want to be a burden on my family and continued to live in my marital home in Kolkata.

I looked after my mother-inlaw, who was suffering from cancer, and while bathing her, I would tell myself she would bless me and put things right.

I don’t know how I tolerated it all. The least a man can do, if he must philander, is to not flaunt his women in his wife’s face. Then began the manhandling. I still wanted my marriage to survive. I was a pure vegetarian and learnt to cook non-vegetarian delicacies thinking it would please him.

Then, I was pregnant again. When Pooja was eight months in my womb, my husband brought a girl to the house and announced he would marry her. I thought of killing myself. I hung on the slight hope that if the baby was a boy, my marriage could be saved.

When Pooja was born a girl, for three days, nobody came to the hospital. There was a squadron leader’s wife on the opposite bed, who was kind enough to give me baby clothes for Pooja to wear. When she was 20 days old, I had to make a choice. I left the house with my girls ‘ Pooja and Shubra, who was seven then. I haven’t seen my husband since. I promised myself, even if we had just one roti, we would share it, but together.

I began life in Mumbai with the support of my mother, brother, who was by then married. It wasn’t the ideal situation, especially when he had children - space, money, everything was short. I began work at the Taj Colaba and got my own place. How did I manage? Truth be told, I would put a chatai on the floor, leave two glasses of milk and some food, and bolt the door from outside before going to work. I would leave the key with the neighbours and tell the kids to shout out to them when it was time to leave for school.

Their tiny hands would do homework on their own, feed themselves on days that I worked late. My elder daughter Shubhra would make Pooja do her corrections... This is how they grew up. At a birthday party, Pooja would not eat her piece of cake, but pack it and bring it home to share with her sister. When Shubhra started working, she would skip lunch and pack a chicken sandwich that she would slip in her sister’s lunchbox the next day.

I used to pray, ‘God, punish me for my karma, but not my innocent little kids. Please let me provide them the basics.’ I used to struggle for shoes, socks, uniforms. I was living in Bangur Nagar, Goregaon. Pooja would walk four bus stops down to the St Thomas
Academy. Then, too little to cross the road, she would ask a passerby to help her. I had to save the bus money to be able to put some milk in their bodies.

Life began to change when I got a job for Rs 6,000 at the then Goa Penta. Mr Chhabra, the owner, and his wife, were kind enough to provide a loan for me. I sent my daughters to my sister’s house in Pune, with my mother as support. I spent four years working in Goa while I saved to buy a small one-bedroom house in Pune (where the family still lives). I would work 16-18 hours a day, not even taking weekly offs to accumulate leave and visit my daughters three or four times a year.

Once I bought my house and found a job in Pune, life began to settle. I worked in Hotel Blue Diamond for a year and then finally joined Mainland China ‘ which changed my life. The consideration of the team and management brought me the stability to bring them up, despite late hours and the travelling a hotelier must do.

Shubhra got a job in Hotel Blue Diamond, being the youngest employee there while still in college, and managed to finish her Masters in commerce and her BBM. Today, she is married to a sweet Catholic boy who is in the Merchant Navy and has a sweet daughter.

I continue to finish my day job and come home and take tuitions, as I have done for all these years. I also do all my household chores myself.

Through the years, Shubhra has been my anchor and Pooja, the rock. Pooja’s tiny hands have wiped away my tears when I broke down. She has stood up for me, when I couldn’t speak for myself. Academically brilliant, she participated in all extra-curricular activities. When she needed high heels to model in, she did odd shows and bought them for herself.

When I saw Pooja give her speech on TV, I knew it came from her heart. I could see the twinkle in her eye. And I thought to myself as she won ‘My God, this is my little girl.’ God was trying to tell me something.

Today, I’ve no regrets. I believe every cloud has a silver lining. As a mother, I’ve done nothing great." 


Pantaloons Femina Miss India Pooja Chopra’s mother promised, ‘One day, this girl will make me proud’. 
 
Pooja speaks on fulfilling that promise... "When I was 20 days old, my mother was asked to make a choice. It was either me, a girl child, or her husband. She chose me. As she walked out she turned around and told her husband, ‘One day, this girl will make me proud’. That day has come. Her husband went on to marry a woman who gave him two sons. Today, as I stand here a Miss India, I don’t even know if my father knows that it is me, his daughter, who has set out to conquer the world, a crown on my head. 
 
"Our lives have not been easy, least so for my mother. Financially, emotionally, she struggled to stay afloat, to keep her job and yet allow us to be the best that we could be. I was given only one condition when I started modelling ‘ my grades wouldn’t drop.

"All the girls in the pageant worked hard, but my edge was my mother’s sacrifice, her karma. Today, when people call to congratulate me, it’s not me they pay tribute to, but to her life and her struggle. She’s the true Woman of Substance. She is my light, my mentor, my driving force."
 

Fw: True Story of Miss India 2009- an inspiring story for everyone!

Subject: True Story of Miss India 2009- an inspiring story for everyone!


True Story of Miss India 2009 - an inspiring story for everyone!  
 
 
Description: Description: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/38/Pooja_Latest_Folio.jpg/220px-Pooja_Latest_Folio.jpg  
    Description: Description: Pooja Chopra with Grand Mother    Description: Description:

 http://www.mahiram.com/wp-content/gallery/miss-india-pooja-chopra-shops-for-her-mom/miss-india-pooja-chopra-shops-for-her-mom-20.jpg                                                                 Miss India 2009 - Pooja Chopra, 
 
Neera Chopra is her mother. This is her story.

Neera Chopra lived through abuse, poverty and some tough choices to make her once-unwanted girl child, Pooja Chopra,

Neera Chopras story:

"I don’t know where to begin... they were terrible times. My husband was well-placed, but the marriage had begun to sink almost as soon as it began. Like most women do, I tried to work against all the odds .

My in-laws insisted everything would be alright if I had a son. My first child was a daughter, and that didn’t do me any good... but I couldn’t walk out. I had lost my father, my brother was in a not-so-senior position in Bata. I didn’t want to be a burden on my family and continued to live in my marital home in Kolkata.

I looked after my mother-inlaw, who was suffering from cancer, and while bathing her, I would tell myself she would bless me and put things right.

I don’t know how I tolerated it all. The least a man can do, if he must philander, is to not flaunt his women in his wife’s face. Then began the manhandling. I still wanted my marriage to survive. I was a pure vegetarian and learnt to cook non-vegetarian delicacies thinking it would please him.

Then, I was pregnant again. When Pooja was eight months in my womb, my husband brought a girl to the house and announced he would marry her. I thought of killing myself. I hung on the slight hope that if the baby was a boy, my marriage could be saved.

When Pooja was born a girl, for three days, nobody came to the hospital. There was a squadron leader’s wife on the opposite bed, who was kind enough to give me baby clothes for Pooja to wear. When she was 20 days old, I had to make a choice. I left the house with my girls ‘ Pooja and Shubra, who was seven then. I haven’t seen my husband since. I promised myself, even if we had just one roti, we would share it, but together.

I began life in Mumbai with the support of my mother, brother, who was by then married. It wasn’t the ideal situation, especially when he had children - space, money, everything was short. I began work at the Taj Colaba and got my own place. How did I manage? Truth be told, I would put a chatai on the floor, leave two glasses of milk and some food, and bolt the door from outside before going to work. I would leave the key with the neighbours and tell the kids to shout out to them when it was time to leave for school.

Their tiny hands would do homework on their own, feed themselves on days that I worked late. My elder daughter Shubhra would make Pooja do her corrections... This is how they grew up. At a birthday party, Pooja would not eat her piece of cake, but pack it and bring it home to share with her sister. When Shubhra started working, she would skip lunch and pack a chicken sandwich that she would slip in her sister’s lunchbox the next day.

I used to pray, ‘God, punish me for my karma, but not my innocent little kids. Please let me provide them the basics.’ I used to struggle for shoes, socks, uniforms. I was living in Bangur Nagar, Goregaon. Pooja would walk four bus stops down to the St Thomas
Academy. Then, too little to cross the road, she would ask a passerby to help her. I had to save the bus money to be able to put some milk in their bodies.

Life began to change when I got a job for Rs 6,000 at the then Goa Penta. Mr Chhabra, the owner, and his wife, were kind enough to provide a loan for me. I sent my daughters to my sister’s house in Pune, with my mother as support. I spent four years working in Goa while I saved to buy a small one-bedroom house in Pune (where the family still lives). I would work 16-18 hours a day, not even taking weekly offs to accumulate leave and visit my daughters three or four times a year.

Once I bought my house and found a job in Pune, life began to settle. I worked in Hotel Blue Diamond for a year and then finally joined Mainland China ‘ which changed my life. The consideration of the team and management brought me the stability to bring them up, despite late hours and the travelling a hotelier must do.

Shubhra got a job in Hotel Blue Diamond, being the youngest employee there while still in college, and managed to finish her Masters in commerce and her BBM. Today, she is married to a sweet Catholic boy who is in the Merchant Navy and has a sweet daughter.

I continue to finish my day job and come home and take tuitions, as I have done for all these years. I also do all my household chores myself.

Through the years, Shubhra has been my anchor and Pooja, the rock. Pooja’s tiny hands have wiped away my tears when I broke down. She has stood up for me, when I couldn’t speak for myself. Academically brilliant, she participated in all extra-curricular activities. When she needed high heels to model in, she did odd shows and bought them for herself.

When I saw Pooja give her speech on TV, I knew it came from her heart. I could see the twinkle in her eye. And I thought to myself as she won ‘My God, this is my little girl.’ God was trying to tell me something.

Today, I’ve no regrets. I believe every cloud has a silver lining. As a mother, I’ve done nothing great." 


Pantaloons Femina Miss India Pooja Chopra’s mother promised, ‘One day, this girl will make me proud’. 
 
Pooja speaks on fulfilling that promise... "When I was 20 days old, my mother was asked to make a choice. It was either me, a girl child, or her husband. She chose me. As she walked out she turned around and told her husband, ‘One day, this girl will make me proud’. That day has come. Her husband went on to marry a woman who gave him two sons. Today, as I stand here a Miss India, I don’t even know if my father knows that it is me, his daughter, who has set out to conquer the world, a crown on my head. 
 
"Our lives have not been easy, least so for my mother. Financially, emotionally, she struggled to stay afloat, to keep her job and yet allow us to be the best that we could be. I was given only one condition when I started modelling ‘ my grades wouldn’t drop.

"All the girls in the pageant worked hard, but my edge was my mother’s sacrifice, her karma. Today, when people call to congratulate me, it’s not me they pay tribute to, but to her life and her struggle. She’s the true Woman of Substance. She is my light, my mentor, my driving force."
 

Tuesday 18 September 2012

Fw: Top nine comments at the Olympics

Subject: Fwd: FW: Top nine comments at the Olympics

 
TRUE OR NOT, FUNNY

Ya gotta laugh!

Here are the top nine comments made by NBC sports commentators so far during
the Summer Olympics that they would like to take back:

1.      Weightlifting commentator: 'This is Gregorieva from Bulgaria. I saw
her snatch this morning during her warm up and it was amazing.'

2.      Dressage commentator: 'This is really a lovely horse and I speak
from personal experience since I once mounted her mother.'

3.      Paul Hamm, Gymnast: 'I owe a lot to my parents, especially my mother
and father.'

4.      Boxing Analyst: 'Sure there have been injuries, and even some deaths
in boxing, but none of them really that serious.'

5.      Softball announcer: 'If history repeats itself, I should think we
can expect the same thing again.'

6.      Basketball analyst: 'He dribbles a lot and the opposition doesn't
like it. In fact you can see it all over their faces.'

7.      At the rowing medal ceremony: 'Ah, isn't that nice, the wife of the
IOC president is hugging the cox of the British crew.'

8.      Soccer commentator: 'Julian Dicks is everywhere. It's like they've
got eleven Dicks on the field..'

9.      Tennis commentator: 'One of the reasons Andy is playing so well is
that, before the final round, his wife takes out his balls and kisses
them... Oh my God, what have I just said?
 

Fw: Russian Olympic medalists gets luxury cars plus cash...

Subject: FW: Russian Olympic medalists gets luxury cars plus cash...

Subject: Russian Olympic medalists gets luxury cars plus cash -- in Moscow
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Today's paper. Last Updated: 08/17/2012

Olympic Medalists Get Luxury Cars
16 August 2012


Alexandra Patskevich, a member of the gold-medal-winning synchronized swimming team, posing on her car.
Vladimir Filonov / MT
Alexandra Patskevich, a member of the gold-medal-winning synchronized
swimming team, posing on her car.

This year’s Olympic medalists on Red Square on Wednesday preparing to receive black Audi sedans for their performances in the London Games. The Russian Olympians Foundation, financed by wealthy businessmen, gave them the cars to accompany cash prizes doled out by the fund.
Vladimir Filonov / MT
Dagestan-born judoka Mansur Isayev, who won gold in the men's 73-kilogram category, getting used to his new luxury car.
Vladimir Filonov / MT
Dagestan-born judoka Mansur Isayev, who won gold in the men's 73-kilogram category, getting used to his new luxury car.

A shimmering mass of Audis on Vasilyevsky Spusk. Audi A8s were awarded to gold medalists, with silver and bronze medalists receiving A7s and A6s, respectively.
Vladimir Filonov / MT
A shimmering mass of Audis on Vasilyevsky Spusk. Audi A8s were awarded to gold medalists, with silver and bronze medalists receiving A7s and A6s, respectively.


A trio of beauties on hand to guide medalists to their trophy automobiles.
Vladimir Filonov / MT
A trio of beauties on hand to guide medalists to their trophy automobiles.


This year’s Olympic medalists on Red Square on Wednesday preparing to receive black Audi
sedans for their performances in the London Games. The Russian Olympians Foundation,
financed by wealthy businessmen, gave them the cars to accompany cash prizes doled out
by the fund.
Besides fame and glory, this year's Russian Olympic medalists are getting a
handsome cash prize and a new luxury car.

The Russian Olympians Foundation, financed by 15 of the nation's wealthiest businesspeople, presented the Audi sedans to the Olympians on Wednesday.

After a closed ceremony in the Kremlin hosted by President Vladimir Putin, the
athletes ventured out onto Red Square, where 129 black Audis, accompanied by
129 hired drivers, ties flapping in the wind, were waiting on the cobblestone slope
behind St. Basil's Cathedral.

With undisguised glee, the athletes posed for a haphazard photograph beside
the historic church, which was lined with cheering fans, including one who'd
come all the way from Murmansk.

Sports Minister Vitaly Mutko mingled with the athletes and their graying trainers,
at one point stopping to give a female Olympian a congratulatory, two-handed
pinch on the cheeks.

Then the cordon was opened and the athletes percolated through the lot, each
claiming a car.

Gold medal winners received Audi A8s, which sell new for $120,000.
Silver medalists got A7s ($75,000), and bronze medalists got A6s
($50,000).
The fund's executive director, Alexander Katushev, wouldn't say how much it had
spent on the cars, except that they were acquired through an open tender at a
"significant discount."

He added that elite athletes deserve elite cars.

"A fine athlete in a crappy car is like a beautiful girl who cusses. The exterior
doesn't match the interior, and this won't do," he told The Moscow Times,
adding that athletes in other countries enjoyed similar perks.

In addition to the cars, the fund is giving cash prizes to the medalists:
4 million rubles ($125,000) for gold, 2.5 million rubles for silver, and
1.7 million rubles for bronze.

Even though athletes interviewed by The Moscow Times said cars and cash didn't
motivate them to win, they happily accepted the gifts.

Volleyball player Alexei Obmochayev rifled through his car's glove compartment.
He took out the manual to look up the car's horsepower, which turned out to be
enough to elicit a devilish grin.

His teammate, Alexander Volkov, carefully folded his towering, 210-centimeter
frame into the back seat of one car. "Plenty of room here," he said, hunching
forward awkwardly.

One by one, the athletes were driven away by the hired drivers, with the exception
of several wrestlers, who insisted on getting behind the wheel.

Gymnast Alina Makarenko, 17, will only be sitting shotgun for the foreseeable future
— she doesn't have a driver's license. Makarenko said her mother would drive the
A8 until she received one.
"I think if they had been Russian cars, nobody would have shown up," said pole vaulter Yelena Isinbayeva, who won bronze after taking home gold in the last two Olympics.

The Russian Olympians Foundation includes Russia's richest man, Alisher Usmanov,
as well as tycoons Roman Abramovich, Viktor Vekselberg and Oleg Deripaska.

The nation finished fourth in the total medals count, with 82, including 24 golds, 26
silvers and 32 bronzes.