Tweetie on her horse
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India's BHEL sees FY09 sales at $7 bln - chief | Reuters
India's BHEL sees FY09 sales at $7 bln - chief | Reuters: "NEW DELHI, Jan 8 (Reuters) - India's Bharat Heavy Electricals Ltd (BHEL.BO) sees sales in the year to March 31 at $7 billion, its chairman and managing director said on Thursday. 'We expect sales growth between 25 to 30 percent for this financial year. We expect similar growth for the next three years,' K. Ravikumar told reporters on the sidelines of a business conference.
He also said the firm would invest 48 billion rupees by 2011 to raise capacity to 20,000 megawatts from 15,000 megawatts. (Reporting by Manoj Kumar, Editing by Mark Williams)".
Got to build something that can search these kind of news items and automatically post entries into a forecasting system for forecasting stock prices.
He also said the firm would invest 48 billion rupees by 2011 to raise capacity to 20,000 megawatts from 15,000 megawatts. (Reporting by Manoj Kumar, Editing by Mark Williams)".
Got to build something that can search these kind of news items and automatically post entries into a forecasting system for forecasting stock prices.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Rhythms of Siddhagad !
Deep in the wilderness, lost from the skies
bunch of fifteen, both girls and guys,
walked through mud, jumped on rocks,
enjoyed with friends and their talks.
Carrying clothes and sleeping bags,
Along with water, mats and snacks,
Crossing rivers and white water springs,
They made their dreams fly on wings.
Four macho men with wives in tow,
Jumping over rocks and the shits of cow,
Tagged along with the other seven,
Aiming to visit Siddhagadh heaven.
Sweet little rivulets and big waterfalls,
Roosters and chicks in mud-walled chawls,
Green wide paddy fields atop the hills,
Sceneries to be converted into some stills.
Leaving home in haste at six in the morn,
Bathing was a privilege used by none,
Two white waterfalls showed some respite,
Drenched to the toe, oh! they were a sight.
With WHOWs and COOOL the journey had started,
With oohs and aahs the journey they halted,
The stones with moss raised their plight,
But the mountain top clouds were a delight.
Lunch was thepla with chutney and thessa,
Inside a temple with Shiva and Ganesha.
Wet clothes and the cold breeze on top,
They wished the shiver and chatter to stop.
"5 minutes more" was the punchline of guides,
But the trekkers were neatly taken for rides.
Still they forgot and forgave like a sage,
when they got a house to stay in the village.
Nehruji, Gandhiji and the country we pride,
Toads and the temple with flowers on the side,
Musicians, ghosts and Gandhiji's sticks,
All made entry into the story of the geeks.
Maggi and soup and pasta served for dinner,
Helped the foodies struggling to become thinner.
Tired souls slumbered in sleeping bags on mats,
Ghostly souls chatted and played with rats.
The night was godly in the minds of the freaks,
But every one feared the blood curdling shrieks.
Dawn brought the doodling roosters alive,
Noon saw the trekkers down climb strive.
bunch of fifteen, both girls and guys,
walked through mud, jumped on rocks,
enjoyed with friends and their talks.
Carrying clothes and sleeping bags,
Along with water, mats and snacks,
Crossing rivers and white water springs,
They made their dreams fly on wings.
Four macho men with wives in tow,
Jumping over rocks and the shits of cow,
Tagged along with the other seven,
Aiming to visit Siddhagadh heaven.
Sweet little rivulets and big waterfalls,
Roosters and chicks in mud-walled chawls,
Green wide paddy fields atop the hills,
Sceneries to be converted into some stills.
Leaving home in haste at six in the morn,
Bathing was a privilege used by none,
Two white waterfalls showed some respite,
Drenched to the toe, oh! they were a sight.
With WHOWs and COOOL the journey had started,
With oohs and aahs the journey they halted,
The stones with moss raised their plight,
But the mountain top clouds were a delight.
Lunch was thepla with chutney and thessa,
Inside a temple with Shiva and Ganesha.
Wet clothes and the cold breeze on top,
They wished the shiver and chatter to stop.
"5 minutes more" was the punchline of guides,
But the trekkers were neatly taken for rides.
Still they forgot and forgave like a sage,
when they got a house to stay in the village.
Nehruji, Gandhiji and the country we pride,
Toads and the temple with flowers on the side,
Musicians, ghosts and Gandhiji's sticks,
All made entry into the story of the geeks.
Maggi and soup and pasta served for dinner,
Helped the foodies struggling to become thinner.
Tired souls slumbered in sleeping bags on mats,
Ghostly souls chatted and played with rats.
The night was godly in the minds of the freaks,
But every one feared the blood curdling shrieks.
Dawn brought the doodling roosters alive,
Noon saw the trekkers down climb strive.
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