COVERING LETTER

SUBHASHREE MISHRA
c/o- Mr.kamalakanta mishra
Mahanadi vihar,
Cuttack
753001

To
The H.R. Manager
Mindfire Solutions
“Lords” Premises
609,7/1 Lords Sinha Road-
Kolkata-700071

Sub: Application for the post of Management Trainee

Dear madam/sir

As per the recruitment programme of your esteemed organization for the

post of sales executive.I wish to apply
for the post of Management Trainee.

I have completed MBA from Institute Of Business & Computer Studies

(IBCS),Bhubaneswar affiliated to SOA Uniiversity.

I have good communication skills and an attitude to hit the deck hard.I
love to take challenges and experience for achieving organizational goals.
I believe in synergy and I am workaholic. Apart from this I have a good
sense of humour which helps me to deliver in pressure cooker situation.

Wish to see you soon.

Thanking you. I remain.

Yours faithfully

Subhashree mishra.
I.B.C.S Ladies hostel ,kalinga nagar, sum hospital raod ,ghatikia
Bhubaneswar Orissa , pin no:751003

The Greatest . . .
The highest aim in life - To know God and do His will!
The most enriching good habit - Complimenting others
The most destructive bad habit - Worry
The greatest joy - Giving
The greatest loss - Loss of self-respect

The most satisfying work - Helping others

The ugliest personality trait - Selfishness
The most endangered species - Dedicated leaders
Our greatest natural resource - Our youth
The ugliest look - A frown

The greatest "shot in the arm" - Encouragement

The greatest problem to overcome - Fear
The most effective sleeping pill - Peace of mind
The most crippling failure disease - Excuses
The surest way to limit God - Unbelief

The most powerful forces in life - Love

The most dangerous piranha - A gossiper
The Greatest Life-Giver - The Creator
The worlds most incredible computer - The brain
The worst thing to be without - Hope

The deadliest weapon - The tongue

The two most power-filled words - "I Can"
The greatest asset - Faith
The most worthless emotion - Self-pity
The most beautiful attire - A SMILE!

The most prized possession - Self esteem

The most powerful channel of communication - PRAYER
The most contagious spirit - Enthusiasm
The most urgent need - SALVATION
The greatest attribute of Jesus - Obedience

The GREATEST - GOD

 Springtime In My Soul
I was standing in front of my oven looking out my kitchen window on a cold,
frozen, and barren Winter’s day. The latest snowstorm in a long line of
snowstorms had covered everything the day before and no thaw was in
sight. I huddled close to the oven while our dinner baked inside of it.
Its warmth, however, had little effect on me. It had been a long and
rough Winter and its coldness and bleakness seemed to be seeping into
my spirit on this dark afternoon.

A loud thumping noise let me know that my youngest son was

bouncing down the hallway towards me. He was over 18 now but his
severe Autism had frozen his mind at a 2 year old’s level. Sometimes
the frustrations of his handicap would even cause him to cry, pinch his
face, or hit himself. Most of the time, though, his energy, laughter, and
delight in living were a pleasure to behold. He lived with the joy of a
child even now in his adult size body.

Seeing me standing in front of the stove, he walked up to me, leaned

his forehead close to mine, giggled, and smiled. His eyes sparkled with
happiness and as I looked deep into them I could see something else:
God’s love. We hugged each other for a moment and then he bounced
down the hallway again. He had in an instant removed all the
darkness and barrenness of my Wintertime blues. And in its place he
had awakened a little Springtime in my soul.

My sweet, special son had reminded me without words that when we

have love in our hearts, it is always Springtime in our souls. He had
reminded me once again that we live in God’s world and that we are
all one family here. He had showed me one more time that while we
may not understand all the difficulties and challenges we face in this
life we can still use them all to grow better, more loving, and closer to
God. May life’s Winter days then never weaken the Springtime in your
own soul. And may you forever share its warmth and beauty with the
world.

~ Joseph J. Mazzella ~

A Heavenly Exercise Program

GUARANTEED RESULTS! This is an intense exercise program. You
can do a little at first and work up to the next level. The great part is you
do not need a check up from a doctor to perform most of the exercises.
 The results vary from person to person, but the more you invest, the
greater you will feel! What do you say we get started?

~ Don't you realize that in a race everyone runs, but only one person gets the prize? So
run to win! All athletes are disciplined in their training. They do it to win a prize that will
fade away, but we do it for an eternal prize. ~ 1 Corinthians 9:24-25 NLT

CHIN-UPS: Lift your chin up and hold it there as long as possible. You are
feeling so wonderful about your relationship with Jesus that you can't
let it down. Rest. Repeat. Don't worry, just keep working at it, you'll
get better at this one.

LIFTS: Go to the area where you keep your Bible. Do not be concerned about
it's weight, you can do this! Open it up and read a chapter. Rest.
Repeat. Lift it over and over! You'll be amazed how strong you will
become!

KNEE BENDS: Find a nice private place for this exercise. Start by going from
a standing position to a kneeling position. Well, you might as well
speak with God while your there. Rest. Repeat. This exercise will take
some practice, but you can do it! He is glad to hear from you!

SQUATS: Start by finding your small children or grandchildren. Squat down to

there eye level and tell them how much Jesus loves them. They might
even be interested in knowing how much you love them, too! Rest.
Repeat. Very good! How are you feeling at this point?

SHADOWBOXING: You might want to shut the blinds for this one. Dance
around a little bit, avoiding your enemies strikes. Deliver a cross,
uppercut, jab, jab, cross and a knock-out punch! Great job! Rest.
Repeat. Now, I must warn you. Be careful! This is only intended for
exercise purposes, but if you are to mentally produce an opponent, we
recommend Satan! Be careful with this exercise because he does hit
back! Work on your ducking and blocking!

OVERHEAD RAISES: This exercise is most effective done with music that
praises the Lord. So, to get the ultimate stretch, extend both hands out
and up to the sky. Really put them up there, stretch them high in the
air! Rest. Repeat. How did that feel? Maybe a little uncomfortable at
first, but your really getting the hang of it!

PUSH-UPS: We've got work to do! This exercise can be performed anywhere
and anytime, but our research shows that it is rarely done. The sad
part is Jesus asks us very specifically to do it. I don't know about you,
but based on that, I'm ready to get busy! So try these performing the
 exercise here: Push up your neighbor's trash to the curb, push up an
elderly widow's snow to the street, push up a stranded person's car to a
safe parking lot, push up a fallen fence for the disabled. You got the
idea now and look at you! Finding all kinds of things to push up for
Jesus Christ! Oh, and try this if you really want to get results: Give
Him the credit!

SIT-UPS: Sit-up and take notice of where you are after this program. Do you
feel stronger? Do you feel closer to Him? Now, sit-up and know how
much He loves you! We can exercise a lot of muscles in our body, but
to grow closer to Jesus; we have to exercise our heart! So, what is the
real key to this program?

Rest. Repeat. Rest. Repeat.

~ Tom Rogers ~

One Shovel At A Time

Another massive snowstorm had hit the mountains of my home. A foot and a
half of the white stuff had covered everything. Living on the side of a
hill I looked out the window at the task that lay ahead of me. Two cars
were snowed in on the driveway. Paths had to be shoveled out to the
trash bin and newspaper box. A place had to be dug out for my dogs to
walk and relieve themselves. The porches and steps also needed to be
cleared. My back ached already from recent days of shoveling. It felt
like an impossible job. Still, I knew it had to be done.

I bundled up in my hooded coat and thick gloves and stepped out the
door. The bitterly cold wind instantly bit into my face. I smiled grimly,
gave a quick look to the heavens, and grabbed my snow shovel. I bent
down, scooped up a shovel full of snow, lifted it slightly, and tossed it
to the side. Slowly, one shovel at a time I worked my way down the side
of the hill, creating my own walking path as I went. I bent, scooped,
lifted, and tossed again and again. Each step needed another shovel
full of snow to be moved. After a few minutes I would stop, rest, and
stretch my sore back. I would look up at the gently falling flakes,
breath in the ice cold air, and start again. Minute by minute and
shovel by shovel I made my way down the paths, cleaned the cars, and
cleared the porches. When I was finally finished I was amazed that I
had done it all. It had taken my best effort. My fingers were froze, but
my heart was warm with happiness. I smiled and thanked God for once
 again giving me the strength to do what I needed to do.

This life gives us many heavy snows to dig out of. This life gives us
countless impossible jobs to do. Still, with the strength God gives us we
can get them done. All we need to remember is to do them lovingly and
joyfully one day, one choice, and one shovel at a time. God asks for
nothing more and we should give nothing less.

~ Joseph J. Mazzella ~

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• Train a woman and the whole family is trained.

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 Touching Stories
 From the very beginning, the girl's family objected strongly on her dating this
guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background & that the girl will
have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.
Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl love the
guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?"
As the guy is not good with his words, this often causes the girl to be very upset.
With that & the family's pressure, the girl often vents her anger on him. As
for him, he only endures it in silence.
After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated & decided to further his
studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good
with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of
you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round.
Will you marry me?"
The girl agreed, & with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in
& agreed to let them get married. So before he leaves, they got engaged.
The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas,
continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails & phone calls.
Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up.
One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car
that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She
realized that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to
comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a
sigh. She has lost her voice.
The doctor says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice.
Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she
 broke down.
During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry, it's still just silence cry that
companied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for
the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart every time it rang. She
does not wish to let the guy know. & not wanting to be a burden to him, she
wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.
With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions &
millions of reply, and countless of phone calls,.. all the girl could do, besides
crying, is still crying.
The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget
everything & be happy. With a new environment, the girl learnt sign
language & started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget
the guy. One day, her friend came & told her that he's back. She asked her
friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't
anymore news of him.
A year has passed & her friend came with an envelope, containing an
invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she opened
the letter, she saw her name in it instead.
When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing
in front of her. He used sign language telling her "I've spent a year's time to learn
sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me
have the chance to be your voice. I Love You. With that, he slipped the ring back
into her finger. The girl finally smiled.
 This is great, take a moment to read it, it will make your day!

The ending will surprise you

A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything
in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and
admire the great works of art.

When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very
courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was
notified and grieved deeply for his only son.

About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A
young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.

He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his
life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet
struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your
love for art.' The young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not
really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.'

The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young
man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his
 son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled
up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture.
'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.'

The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home
he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other
great works he had collected.

The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings Many
influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an
opportunity to purchase one for their collection.

On the platform sat the painting of the son The auctioneer pounded his gavel. 'We will
start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?'

There was silence.

Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous paintings. Skip
this one.'

But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid for this painting. Who will start the
bidding? $100, $200?'

Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van
Gogh's, the Rembrandt's. Get on with the real bids!'

But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?'

Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the
man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting.' Being a poor man, it was all he could
afford.

'We have $10, who will bid $20?'

'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.'

'$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?'

The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.

They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.

The auctioneer pounded the gavel. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!'

A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with the collection!'
The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is over.'

'What about the paintings?'

'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in
the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of
the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate,
including the paintings.

The man who took the son gets everything!'

God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His
message today is: 'The son, the son, who'll take the son?'

Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.

FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO
SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE

Do whatever you like, but remember that maybe 'one' of the people you might have taken
the time to send this to, may be just the person who needs to hear this message. You have
a choice to make.'

May God Bless You.....

Touching story of a Mother & Son

My mom only had one eye. I hated her, she was such an embarrassment. My mom ran a
small shop at a flea market.She collected little weeds and such to sell, anything for the
money we needed she was such an embarrassment.There was this one day during
elementary school. I remember that it was field day, and my mom came. I was so
embarrassed. How could she do this to me? I threw her a hateful look and ran out. The
next day at school..."Your mom only has one eye?!" and they taunted me.

I wished that my mom would just disappear from this world so I said to my mom, "Mom,
why don't you have the other eye?! You're only going to make me a laughingstock. Why
don't you just die?" My mom did not respond. I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same
time, it felt good to think that I had said what I'd wanted to say all this time.

Maybe it was because my mom hadn't punished me, but I didn't think that I had hurt her
feelings very badly.

That night...I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. My mom was
crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me. I took a look at her,
and then turned away. Because of the thing I had said to her earlier, there was something
pinching at me in the corner of my heart. Even so, I hated my mother who was crying out
of her one eye. So I told myself that I would grow up and become successful, because I
hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty.

Then I studied really hard. I left my mother and came to Seoul and studied, and got
accepted in the Seoul University with all the confidence I had. Then, I got married. I
bought a house of my own. Then I had kids, too. Now I'm living happily as a successful
man. I like it here because it's a place that doesn't remind me of my mom.

This happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when someone unexpected came to see me
"What?! Who's this?!"... It was my mother...Still with her one eye. It felt as if the whole
sky was falling apart on me. My little girl ran away, scared of my mom's eye.

And I asked her, "Who are you? I don't know you!!!" as if I tried to make that real. I
screamed at her "How dare you come to my house and scare my daughter! Get out here
now!" And to this, my mother quietly answered, "oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the
wrong address," and she disappeared. Thank good ness... she doesn't recognize me. I was
quite relieved. I told myself that I wasn't going to care, or think about this for the rest of
my life.

Then a wave of relief came upon me... one day, a letter regarding a school reunion came
to my house. I lied to my wife saying that I was going on a business trip. After the
reunion, I went down to the old shack, that I used to call a house...just out of curiosity
there, I found my mother fallen on the cold ground. But I did not shed a single tear. She
had a piece of paper in her hand.... it was a letter to me.

She wrote...

My Son,
I think my life has been long enough now. And... I won't visit Seoul anymore... but would
it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit me once in a while? I miss you so
much. And I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I decided
not to go to the school.... For you... I'm sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an
embarrassment for you.

You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a
mother, I couldn't stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye... so I gave
you mine... I was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me, in my
place, with that eye. I was never upset at you for anything you did. The couple times that
you were angry with me. I thought to myself, 'it's because he loves me.' I miss the times
when you were still young around me.

I miss you so much. I love you. You mean the world to me. My world shattered! Then I
cried for the person who lived for me. My Mother.

 THIS IS HOW WE MISS OUT SOMETHING CALLED "LIFE"

A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple
and the boy was the gem of their eyes.. When the boy was around two years old, one
morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for office so he asked his
wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the kitchen
totally forgot the matter. The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the bottle
fascinated by its color and drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for
adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed the mother hurried him to the hospital,
where he died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband.
When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his
wife and uttered just five words.

QUESTIONS :
1. What were the five words ?
2. What is the implication of this story?

ANSWER :
The husband just said "I am with you Darling"
The husband's totally unexpected reaction is a proactive behavior. The child is dead.. He
can never be brought back to life. There is no point in finding fault with the mother.
Besides, if only he had taken time to keep the bottle away, this would not have happened.
No one is to be blamed. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment
was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.

If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer
problems in the world. " A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Take
off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness, and fears. And you will find
things are actually not as difficult as you think..

MORAL OF THE STORY:

This story is really worth reading. ...... Sometimes we spend time in asking who is
responsible or whom to blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we
know.

By this way we miss out something called L.I.F.E.

 A
young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going
a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from
between parked cars and slowed down

when
he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared . Instead, a
 brick smashed into the Jag's side door! He slammed on the brakes and backed the
Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown. The angry driver

then
jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against

a
parked car shouting, 'What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are
you doing? That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money.
Why did you do it?' The young boy was apologetic. 'Please, mister...please, I'm sorry but
I didn't know what else to do,' He pleaded. 'I threw the brick because no one else would
stop...' With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot
just around a parked car. 'It's my brother, 'he said. 'He rolled off the curb and fell out of
his wheelchair and I can't li! ft him up.'

Now
sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, 'Would you please help me get him back
into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me.'

Moved
beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He
hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen
handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything
was going to be okay. 'Thank you and may God bless you,' the grateful child told the
stranger. Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy! push his wheelchair-
bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home.

It
was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the
driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind
him of this message: 'Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at
you to get your attention!' God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts.
Sometimes when we don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. It's our
choice to listen or not.

Thought
for the Day:

If
God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it.

If
He had a wallet, your photo would be in it.

He
sends you flowers every spring.
He
sends you a sunrise every morning Face it, friend - He is crazy about you!

Send
this to every 'beautiful person' you wish to bless.

God
didn't promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow,sun without
rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears,
and light for the way.

Read this line very slowly and let it

sink in...

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