Wipro Candidate Experience: Top 20 IT Companies in India

Wipro Candidate Experience: Top 20 IT Companies in India:

S.No  Company Name
 1 Tata Consultancy Services Ltd
 2 Infosys Ltd
 3 Wipro Ltd
 4 HCL Technologies Ltd
 5 Mahindra IT & Business Se...

8 lies of a mother

Born into a very poor family, often there was not much to eat in the house. Whenever there was some food, the Mother would give her portion of rice to the child and say ‘eat this rice son, I’m not hungry.’

As the child grew, the mother started using up all her spare time to go fishing in a river near the house, hoping that from the fish she would catch, she could provide a little nutrition to her child. Every time she caught two fish, she would make a fish soup and give it to her child. As the child drank the soup and ate the fish, the mother would sit beside and eat the bone from what was left. The child felt really sad seeing its mother eating just the leftover bones, so one day it gave a piece of fish to the mother, but the mother said ‘eat this fish son, I don’t like fish.’

As the son was growing up, the mother began working harder to fund his education. She went to a Match factory to bring home used matchboxes which she would fill with fresh matchsticks. This helped her get some money that she could use towards her son’s education. One late winter night the son woke up and saw his mother was still filling the matchboxes by candlelight. He asked her to go to sleep. ‘Go to sleep son, I’m not tired,’ she smiled.

When it was time for the son’s final exam, the mother accompanied him and after dawn, she waited for long hours in the sun for her son to finish the exam. When he came out and ran to his mother, she gave him a cup of tea she had brought for him. He could see his mother was covered in sweat, so he gave her the glass and asked her to drink. But she said ‘Drink son, I am not thirsty.’

After the death of his father, his mother had to take on the role of a single parent, working, trying to meet the expenses, battling starvation. The neighbours, who saw that the family was stuck in poverty, often advised the mother to marry again, but she refused, saying ‘I don’t need love.’

After he finished his studies, he got a job and asked his mother to stop working. But she continued going to the market each morning just to sell a few vegetables. She kept sending back the money that her son sent her, saying ‘I have enough money.’

The son got a big jump in salary and decided to bring his mother with him to America, where he was now living. But his mother didn’t want to bother the son and said ‘I’m not used to high living.’

In her old age, the mother got ill with cancer and had to be hospitalised. The son, who lived oceans away from her, rushed to her, who was bedridden after an operation. She tried to smile, but the son was heartbroken because she was so thin and feeble, but mother said, ‘Don’t cry son, I’m not in pain.’ 

And saying this, her eighth lie to her son, 

she died.

[ Love your Mom ]

How to Hard-Boil Eggs in a Microwave

It may seem impossible that eggs can be boiled in a microwave oven, but it actually can be done, and the flavor of eggs cooked this way is very good. However, boil eggs in the microwave oven at your own risk because there is a chance that the eggs can explode.

Things You'll Need
Plates
Eggs
Salt

Instructions

• Fill the microwaveable cooking dish with enough water to cover the eggs with at least an inch of water, but don't put the eggs in the water yet.

• Add about a tablespoon of vinegar and a tablespoon of salt. This will keep the eggs from cracking and will make them easier to peel.

• Place the container of water in the microwave and heat it to a full boil.

• Remove the container of boiling water from the microwave and place the eggs carefully in the water. Cover the container with a plate to keep the heat in, and to keep the mess contained if an egg explodes.

• Return the container to the microwave oven and set the oven on low or low-medium. Cook the eggs for eight minutes.

• Take the container of eggs out of the microwave oven and let the eggs stand in the hot water for another eight to 10 minutes, depending how "done" you want your eggs.

• Let the eggs cool enough to handle, and then peel and eat them. If you want to save them for later use, don't peel them, but store them in the refrigerator.

Precaution

This is a freak incident that happened recently.

A young man and his 4 yr old son went to a petrol bunk near Lal bagh  (Bangalore) to fill in petrol for his bike. The boy was sitting on the pillion behind him.

The helper who fills petrol held the petrol gun upwards, and turned towards the meter to re-set the meter. As soon as the setting was done the petrol came out gushing out of the gun – due to some malfunction – (at least that’s what they said) in full speed and splashed all over the 4 yr old boy and his father.

Petrol entered the eyes of the boy. Immediately the boy was taken into the cleaning area and was showered in a water jet.

They washed his eyes with lot of water. But the boy could not see anything.

The young man took the child to the hospital and immediately the hospital authorities put him in ICU. The kid was then transferred to Vittala Netralaya and after 2 days of treatment he got some vision again. Now he is all right and is at home.

The doctors told that just because the water cleaning was done immediately, he has vision today otherwise the boy would have been blind by now. Petrol (along with impurities) can burn the tissues inside the eye.

Now why am I posting this? Please take some precautions next time you are at a petrol bunk.

1. If the engine was in running condition, this could have caused a major Fire. So Switch off the engine in bunks.

2. Drop small kids and the person sitting behind you outside the bunk and fill in petrol. Kids are more sensitive than grown ups.

3. Ask the petrol bunk helper boy to hold the gun down. Even if there is such an accident let the petrol flow down and not on your face.

4. Share this post to everyone and make them aware.

Was all this worth it?

A story about “LIFE.”! Worth a Read.! 

As the dream of most parents I had acquired a degree in Software Engineering and joined a company based in USA, the land of braves and opportunity. When I arrived in the USA, it was as if a dream had come true..

Here at last I was in the place where I want to be. I decided I would be staying in this country for about Five years in which time I would have earned enough money to settle down in India..

My father was a government employee and after his retirement, the only asset he could acquire was a decent one bedroom flat..

I wanted to do some thing more than him. I started feeling homesick and lonely as the time passed. I used to call home and speak to my parents every week using cheap international phone cards..

Two years passed, two years of Burgers at McDonald’s and pizzas and discos and 2 years watching the foreign exchange rate getting happy whenever the Rupee value went down..

Finally I decided to get married. Told my parents that I have only 10 days of holidays and everything must be done within these 10 days. I got my ticket booked in the cheapest flight. Was jubilant and was actually enjoying hopping for gifts for all my friends back home. If I miss anyone then there will be talks. After reaching home I spent home one week going through all the photographs of girls and as the time was getting shorter I was forced to select one candidate..

In-laws told me, to my surprise, that I would have to get married in 2-3 days, as I will not get anymore holidays. After the marriage, it was time to return to USA, after giving some money to my parents and telling the neighbors to look after them, we returned to USA..

My wife enjoyed this country for about two months and then she started feeling lonely. The frequency of calling India increased to twice in a week sometimes 3 times a week. Our savings started diminishing..

After two more years we started to have kids. Two lovely kids, a boy and a girl, were gifted to us by the almighty. Every time I spoke to my parents, they asked me to come to India so that they can see their grand- children..

Every year I decide to go to India… But part work part monetary conditions prevented it. Years went by and visiting India was a distant dream. Then suddenly one day I got message that my parents were seriously sick. I tried but I couldn’t get any holidays and thus could not go to India.. The next message I got was my parents had passed away and as there was no one to do the last rights the society members had done whatever they could. I was depressed. My parents had passed away without seeing their grand children..

After couple more years passed away, much to my children’s dislike and my wife’s joy we returned to India to settle down. I started to look for a suitable property, but to my dismay my savings were short and the property prices had gone up during all these years. I had to return to the USA..

My wife refused to come back with me and my children refused to stay in India… My 2 children and I returned to USA after promising my wife I would be back for good after two years..

Time passed by, my daughter decided to get married to an American and my son was happy living in USA… I decided that had enough and wound-up every thing and returned to India.. I had just enough money to buy a decent 02 bedroom flat in a well-developed locality..

Now I am 60 years old and the only time I go out of the flat is for the routine visit to the nearby temple. My faithful wife has also left me and gone to the holy abode.

Sometimes I wondered was it worth all this?

My father, even after staying in India, had a house to his name and I too have the same nothing more..

I lost my parents and children for just ONE EXTRA BEDROOM..

Looking out from the window I see a lot of children dancing. This damned cable TV has spoiled our new generation and these children are losing their values and culture because of it. I get occasional cards from my children asking I am alright. Well at least they remember me..

Now perhaps after I die it will be the neighbors again who will be performing my last rights, God Bless them..

But the question still remains ‘was all this worth it?’

I am still searching for an answer……………..!!!

START THINKING IS IT JUST FOR ONE EXTRA BEDROOM???

LIFE IS BEYOND THIS.. DON’T JUST LEAVE YOUR LIFE.. START LIVING IT..
LIVE IT AS YOU WANT IT TO BE!!