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Books reviews on workplace, corporate, and business driven books.
Go First and Beyond: Is Indian Aviation Going the Telecom Way?
Go First and Beyond: Is Indian Aviation Going the Telecom Way? The Indian aviation industry has witnessed tremendous growth in recent years, with a significant increase in passenger traffic and the emergence of low-cost carriers. However, the sector is now facing new challenges that require innovative solutions. One such development is the foray of Go First, formerly known as GoAir, into the telecom sector. This move raises the question: Is Indian aviation going the telecom way? This article explores the potential implications of this trend and its possible impact on the aviation industry.
By News Bucks3 years ago in Journal
In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?
Pablo Neruda was a renowned Chilean poet and diplomat who is widely considered one of the most influential poets of the 20th century. Born in 1904 in Parral, Chile, Neruda began writing poetry at a young age and published his first work, "Crepusculario," at the age of 19. Over the course of his long and prolific career, Neruda wrote a wide variety of poetry that explored themes such as love, nature, politics, and the human condition.
By Asma Qamar3 years ago in Journal
The Best Ways to Make Money Online: Unlocking the Potential of the Digital Era
Freelancing: Leverage Your Skills and Expertise Freelancing has emerged as a popular choice for individuals seeking to monetize their skills and expertise. Platforms such as Upwork, Freelancer, and Fiverr connect freelancers with clients seeking specific services. Whether you're a graphic designer, writer, programmer, translator, or marketer, there is a demand for your skills. By creating a compelling profile, showcasing your portfolio, and delivering quality work, you can build a reputable online presence and attract clients from around the world. The key to success in freelancing lies in identifying your niche, offering competitive pricing, and consistently delivering exceptional results.
By Sunrise Daily3 years ago in Journal
Discover the Enchanting Beauty and Cultural Splendor of Sri Lanka
Discover the Enchanting Beauty and Cultural Splendor of Sri Lanka Sri Lanka, also known as the "Pearl of the Indian Ocean," is a beautiful island nation located in South Asia. It offers diverse landscapes, rich history, vibrant culture, and stunning beaches. Here's a travel guide to help you plan your trip to Sri Lanka:
By Aazeek Mohamed3 years ago in Journal
"How Online Businesses are Changing the World"
The rise of online businesses has fundamentally changed the way we live, work, and interact with each other. From e-commerce and digital marketing to cloud computing and remote work, online businesses are transforming industries and changing the world in many ways. In this blog, we will explore how online businesses are changing the world.
By Mahnoor Malik3 years ago in Journal
This morning
This morning, I am going to catch two snails to do observation experiment, from which to find the mystery of snails. So, I excitedly ran to my small garden, began the "snail catch big action." Ah! Snails are hard to find! It took me a long time to find it. But, "hard work pays off," I finally found it in a wet corner. Well, there you are, and I'm going to take you home and study you." So I hurriedly brought a transparent glass box, put the snail in, and in the glass box dropped a few drops of water, adhere to wet, and then take back to do the experiment. The first experiment I did was to see what the snails ate. I started by putting a few grains of rice, a vegetable leaf and some bread crumbs into a small box to see what the snail ate. I stared at the little snail, but the little snail did not move, and Li Li ignored me. I think, it seems that the little snail probably does not like people watching it eat! Then I'll go watch TV first. After lunch, I went back to my research. I ran to the small glass box, I saw the box of vegetable leaves disappeared, only rice and bread crumbs, and snails around the grain of black things, this is probably the excrement of the snail. Snails used to eat leaves, and I thought I would eat whatever I was given. Now it's time for a second experiment: why do snails leave traces when they walk? Thinking about it, I picked up the snail and looked at its bottom, trying to figure out the mystery. Who knows the snail suddenly shrank back. I said to myself: "Ah! You can't even study it." So I ran and asked my father, who was reading the newspaper in the living room, "Dad, why does a snail leave a trail when it moves?" Dad replied: "In fact, ah snail abdomen has a kind of moving flesh foot, called gastrofoot, which is equivalent to the foot of the snail. When the snail moves, the belly foot under the head can secrete mucus, reduce friction, conducive to its crawling. We saw a shiny white line where the snail had crawled, which was actually the mark of dried mucus." "Oh, it was." 'I said happily. In fact, the world is full of surprises. If we look carefully and think carefully, we will always find the mystery.
By sherri martinez3 years ago in Journal
Happiness is sweet
Happiness is sweet, like sweet honey; Happiness is warm, like spring; Happiness is something to savor slowly, like cups of hot tea... Happiness is far away from us, she is in our side, but she is good at hide and seek. She might sneak up on you when you're not looking. Everyone's happiness is not the same. For farmers, happiness is a good harvest of crops; For the worker, happiness is a high-rise building rising; For teachers, happiness is to see their flowers grow day by day, a little bit towards success; For a chef, happiness is hearing diners praise the food.... For me, happiness is to have parents accompany greeting when I am sick, although it is only a very common thing, but for me it is very warm and happy. I remember one summer, the weather was as hot as usual, but strangely I felt not hot at all, but a little cold, so I wrapped myself in the quilt and watched TV. At noon, my mother saw this scene began to make remarks, "who is still wrapped in the quilt in the hot day, hurriedly take the quilt off." "I'm not hot." "You're not hot? You are not hot on a hot day, you really God, I am almost hot to death, quick give me to take it off." Seeing my mother angry, I had to do as she was told. But to tell the truth, my heart is not convinced, but my mother is not unreasonable, found I was wrong, so came to touch my forehead and said: "not good, I'm afraid I have a fever." He rushed me to the hospital, took my temperature and made sure I had a fever. My mother smiled sheepishly at what she had done. For the next few hours my mother was always with me, constantly asking me if I was not feeling well, and occasionally asking me if I was sleepy, asking me to have a good sleep may be fine, my mother has been with me. At that moment a wave of happiness arose.Happiness is sweet, like sweet honey; Happiness is warm, like spring; Happiness is something to savor slowly, like cups of hot tea... Happiness is far away from us, she is in our side, but she is good at hide and seek. She might sneak up on you when you're not looking. Everyone's happiness is not the same. For farmers, happiness is a good harvest of crops; For the worker, happiness is a high-rise building rising; For teachers, happiness is to see their flowers grow day by day, a little bit towards success; For a chef, happiness is hearing diners praise the food.... For me, happiness is to have parents accompany greeting when I am sick, although it is only a very common thing, but for me it is very warm and happy. I remember one summer, the weather was as hot as usual, but strangely I felt not hot at all, but a little cold, so I wrapped myself in the quilt and watched TV. At noon, my mother saw this scene began to make remarks, "who is still wrapped in the quilt in the hot day, hurriedly take the quilt off." "I'm not hot." "You're not hot? You are not hot on a hot day, you really God, I am almost hot to death, quick give me to take it off." Seeing my mother angry, I had to do as she was told. But to tell the truth, my heart is not convinced, but my mother is not unreasonable, found I was wrong, so came to touch my forehead and said: "not good, I'm afraid I have a fever." He rushed me to the hospital, took my temperature and made sure I had a fever. My mother smiled sheepishly at what she had done. For the next few hours my mother was always with me, constantly asking me if I was not feeling well, and occasionally asking me if I was sleepy, asking me to have a good sleep may be fine, my mother has been with me. At that moment a wave of happiness arose.
By TRACI ARMSTRONG3 years ago in Journal
