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A Moral Story on Project Management Once there lived a pious and mighty king by the name of Shuraamaditya. Ghughubasha was his kingdom where his subjects lived happy and creative. Beautiful and innovative things of his times adorned every nook and corner of his kingdom. He was envy of other kings who would love to plunder and get rich, heavily tax the countrymen so that they were always debt-ridden, sick and impoverished beyond recovery. Anyone who knew Shuraamaditya and his lovely kingdom would devise plans to destabilise Ghughubasha. But then, Shuraamaditya had his own ways to effectively control and role out good governance. One day, he was so unhappy and bored by praises showered on him that a pall of gloom descended on him. His jester couldn't cheer him up! His musician failed to string the best note to liven him up! It was then that his principal secretary sprung with a great idea that failed everyone's imagination. “Saheb Maharaj”, said he, “why not call our

Honky City A lady was out driving her car and when she stopped at a red light, the car just died. It was a busy intersection, and the traffic behind her starting growing. The guy in the car directly behind her started honking his horn continuously as the lady continued to try getting the car to start up again. Finally she got out of her car and approached the guy in the car behind her. "I can't seem to get my car started," she said, smiling. "Would you be a sweetheart and go and see if you can get it started for me. I'll stay here in your car and lean on your horn for you." We love to honk or say we're honk happy. Not only that, in the event of a healthy discussion, we love to raise our decibel levels to make an impact and point considered for considerations. Perhaps we are a garrulous lot who have become utterly impatient for every business of life. Perhaps we are enslaved by our habits that has roots in previous experiences only to be mimic