D’banj Signs Mega Deal With Dugout UK

Nigerian’s music super star and entrepreneur, Oladapo Daniel Oyebanjo a.ka. D’banj, has signed a mega deal with Dugout in UK, to enable football fans across Nigeria and Africa get exclusive BTS actions live, of their favourite clubs in Europe.

The deal will also present the fans opportunities to meet their favourite superstars in locker rooms.

Dugout offers best unique & exclusive behind the scenes content from the world’s best clubs & players, all in one place as was created by some of the world’s biggest football teams.

They include Chelsea, Real Madrid, Barcelona, Bayern Munich, Arsenal, AC Milan, Juvetus, Paris Saint-Germain and about 20 other major football clubs.
D’banj quest for mega deals and success beyond music is breath-taking.

After launching CREAM, an entertainment platform that already has over three million subscribers within a year, D’banj has just recently launched CREAM Sport, this Dugout deal will be the first on the CREAM Sport platform.

True to his words, D’banj stated clearly that ‘content is the new crude oil’.

He seems to be living off the era of mere musical fame but combining the Music with Digital content marketing, Technology and fantastic distribution to make mega deals.

D’banj recently, led a team of Nigerian artistes to the House of Representative in Abuja to solicit their support on the protection of the creative rights of Nigerian artistes. (NAN)

FCTA Expresses Dismay Over Rejection of Vaccination by Foreigners

The Federal Capital Territory (FCT) Primary Health Care Development Board on Tuesday expressed dismay over rejection of immunisation by some foreigners in the Capital city of Nigeria.

Dr Mathew Ashikeni, the Acting Executive Secretary of the Board, described the development as disheartening during an interview with the News Agency of Nigeria (NAN) in Abuja.

The FCT administration, on February 8, commenced vaccination against measles targeted at 619,000 children.

Ashikeni said that some vaccinators, who went to Lautai Estate in Wuse Zone 4 in Abuja, where some foreigners resided, were turned down.

He alleged that the foreigners in the estate threatened not to pay the estate security guards should they allow the vaccinators access to the estate.

According to him, the management of Turkish Hospital and International school in Abuja also prevented the health workers from carrying out the immunisation in their facilities.

The board secretary said that the vaccine being given to the children was safe and wondered why those foreigners rejected it.

He said that rejection of the vaccination was risky as it would expose the children to measles.

Ashikeni appealed to appropriate authorities to call the foreigners to order and allow their children to be immunised.

Stunning revival of the humble shipping container

In 1937, a young trucker named Malcolm McLean was delivering a load of cotton to a harbor in Hoboken, New Jersey. As he watched workers slowly transport the boxes by hand onto a ship, the story goes, he thought there had to be a better way to do it.

It turns out, there was: a big metal box that could be detached from the truck transporting it, and put on a ship. And about 20 years after first envisaging it, McLean was ready to show his invention to the world. He loaded a former war tanker with 58 "trailer vans," as The New York Times called them in 1956, and set off to change history.

Little did McLean know that the intermodal container, as it would later be called, would not only revolutionize trade by decimating the cost of shipping, but it would also find a second life through architecture.

Becoming a thing

Affordable, sturdy and obviously, easy to transport, container found an alternative use outside of shipping ports in the 1960s as portable showcases for trade fairs. But the first indication that someone wanted to make a "habitable building" out of one came from a 1987 patent application. Seven years later, futurist guru Stuart Brand of the counterculture magazine Whole Earth Catalog added to their profile with his book "How Buildings Learn," which he wrote in a converted container.
But the father of modern container architecture, or "cargotecture," is American architect Adam Kalkin, whose work in the field spans luxury homes in the US to orphanages in South Africa.

"Containers are mostly being used in architecture as low cost widgets in an iterative process," Kalkin said in an email. "That is OK, necessary and important. But the results are predictably pedestrian. We do projects that are fun for us."

This sense of fun is evident in his Push Button House, a fully furnished room in a container that pops open using hydraulics -- which debuted at the 2007 Venice Biennale.
Kalkin's 2003 project, 12 Container House, is still often cited as one of the most elegant and functional examples of container architecture. Since then, he says, things have changed.

"It has become a thing, so now you don't have to overcome as much disbelief when you work with people," he said. "Every project is another opportunity to define the future of containerized architecture. Right now we are splicing hard core environmentalism with super nerdy technology."

Affordable chic

The make-it-up-as-you-go nature of container architecture has made heroes of those who got it right early on. Among them is Peter DeMaria and his 2006 Redondo Beach House, the first two-story container structure to comply with the National Building Code in earthquake-prone Southern California.
The home was designed to combine heavy gauge steel and high-quality materials, while still being affordable. "We consistently posed the question, 'what can a home be?' as opposed of being mired in 'what has a home been?'" DeMaria said in an email interview.

"It spearheaded a whole movement in the architecture world and we're witnessing the impact today with the multitude of projects utilizing up-cycled shipping containers."

Containers, he said, are cheap, ubiquitous and resistant to many of the threats buildings usually face, such as fire, mold, termites. Most importantly, they're already fabricated.

"All too often creatives look to reinvent the wheel but we're already surrounded by innovative solutions in non-architecture related industries," DeMaria said.

The wow factor

Container homes are varied in style and cost. Some are affordable, configurable and eco-conscious, such as the prefab ones made by Wisconsin-based Mods International. The company sells a fully ready, no-frills, 160-foot container home on Amazon for $23,000.

Others go straight for the wow factor, such as the Joshua Tree Residence, a 2,100-square-foot house made from white containers bursting out from a central point, to be built in 2018 just outside California's Joshua Tree National Park.

James Whitaker, the London architect who designed it, thinks containers offer an enjoyable challenge. "You're given a very standard, strict module to work with, and you have to make it interesting. They're essentially the width of a bed, so it's challenging to see what interesting spaces you can create when you give yourself such a limitation," he said in a phone interview.

Pushing the envelope

Containers remain a popular choice for emergency or temporary accommodation and student housing (a recent notable example is Bjarke Ingels' Urban Rigger in Copenhagen), as well as retail units, schools, greenhouses, and even swimming pools.

But how about a whole stadium? Madrid's Fenwick Iribarren Architects plans to build one of the 2022 FIFA World Cup venues in Qatar from around 1,000 containers.

Not only would this cost half as much as a regular stadium, they claim, but once the tournament is over, the whole structure could be dismantled and shipped elsewhere. "It's the perfect legacy solution," said designer Mark Fenwick in a phone interview.

"Instead of leaving behind a dilapidated area, after the event 20 or 30 different smaller sports venues can be built elsewhere from this structure, and the original site can become a public park or space for real estate development."

More outlandish proposals -- which include one from 2015 involving a skyscraper -- aren't free from criticism. "There's a school of purists that uses containers as a low-cost build module and other guys who use it mainly as an architectural deign element, because they like the industrial look of it," said Roger Wade, the entrepreneur who built Boxpark, a 60-container retail park in London which he describes as the world's first pop-up mall.

After using containers as a cheap alternative to bespoke stands in trade shows, Wade thought of using them for a retail store that could move to different locations, an idea inspired by the work of Adam Kalkin. Boxpark opened in London's Shoreditch district in 2011. "In those days I had issues finding an architect that knew anything about container architecture, it was too early. People look at it now and think it's obvious, but it wasn't at the time," he said.

But now, Wade argues, the popularity of containers is making some designers misunderstand their nature. "I use traditional containers and understand their limitations. Some designs out there have cantilevers and containers hanging off each other -- these are not even containers, they're made to look like them but they are bespoke structures that cost a fortune to make. That's no longer about a low-cost form of building," he said.

According to DeMaria, the evolution of container design has been like every other movement in architecture. "There are incredible projects and then there are ill-advised projects," he said.

"A handful of architects have pushed the envelope with containers and the more these projects are built, the more creative the next generation of container based design will be."

Giver Or Taker

You need the giving mind-set, not things, to give away something.

Twice, Bill Gates is given a free newspaper by a poor paperboy....

“Bloomberg,” John was typing up on the WhatsApp family chat group, “recently released their 2017 list of the ten richest people in the world.”
“Out of 200 billionaires profiled for this exercise, the American, Bill Gates, co-founder of Microsoft, is currently the richest man on the planet with a net worth of USD 86 billion.”
“The Spaniard, Amancia Ortega, founder of the Inditex fashion group, famous for its global brand Zara is second richest person in the world valued at USD 76 billion.”
“Pa, your favourite, legendary American investor Warren Buffett is at number 3 with USD 68 billion. Founder chairman of online retailer Amazon.com - Jeff Bezos is at number 4 with USD 63 billion.”
“Mark Zuckerberg, co-founder of Facebook, is eight richest in the world with a net worth of USD 50 billion.”
“Success,” Abraham wrote back, “is often measured in our world by the amount of wealth one has. I like to think though, that the amount of wealth they have is also a measure of their luck, vision, persistence and hard work that got them where they are today.”
Joy forwarded them a story she had read recently. It read:
“Someone asked Bill Gates, who he thought was richer than him.”
“There is one,” Gates replied. “When I wasn’t rich or famous, I had once wanted to buy a newspaper, but didn’t have the money. As I was walking away from the newsstand, the paper boy called me back, gave me the newspaper and said: This is for you. Take it!”
“I don’t have change,” Gates said.
“No problem,” the boy insisted. “It’s yours. Free!”
Strangely, sometime later, this story got repeated again as Bill found himself in similar circumstances. The same boy gave me another newspaper free.
“I can’t accept it,” Gates said. “I have nothing to pay you with.”
“No problem,” the boy replied. “I make enough profit. It’s on me. Take it!”
After he became rich, Gates decided to find that boy. He found him after a month and half's search.
“Do you remember me?” Gates asked him.
“Aren’t you Bill Gates?” he was puzzled. “No, I don’t remember meeting you before.”
“You gave me a free newspaper, twice,” Gates reminded him, “years ago. Now, I’ve come to repay that debt. You can have anything you ask for. How can I compensate you?”
The newspaperman laughed.
“You can’t compensate me!” he said. "I gave you, when I was poor. You want to give me, when you are rich."
You don't have to be rich, or wait to be rich, to give. Real attitude of giving is when you lack. Keep the Spirit Alive…
“I don't know if this story is true,” John replied. “But the lesson is good. The attitude of giving or sharing is important, although I think the quantity of what you share matters too…”
“If we are able to get the right message from every story,” Joy replied happily, “its purpose is served.”
“There are no right or wrong messages,” Abraham typed back. “We take what we want, depending on how we are feeling at the moment.”
“Richness is not a number in your bank account, it is a state of mind. I think this story is flawed, because the paperboy couldn't have given any free newspapers away - had he felt poor at the time.”
“Only the rich (mentally, even if not materially) give. They are the only ones who can give. A starving mother, with nothing to eat in her house, can give her only morsel of food to her baby.”
“What can those who feel poor, give? One can be materially rich, yet feel poor. They’ll not part easy with anything.”
“To give away something, you don't need things. You need the giving away mind-set. Generally, you are either a giver or taker.”
“The idea of repaying your debts (whenever resources and opportunity allow) would have been a great moral of the story, had the paperboy accepted compensation.”
“He could have done more good with that. But he didn't. He fed his ego, denying the richest man on earth - Bill Gates! I guess that’s another way to be compensated. We don’t all want money, or always want money…”
“I think that ending runs against the grain of the story. It also leaves Bill Gates unredeemed, in a way. What messages should it have delivered then?”
“The idea of gratefulness (Gates hadn't forgotten after so many years, and went looking for his benefactor) would have been a great message of the story, but that wasn't highlighted!”
“The idea of perseverance (Gates looked for him for 45 days!) would have been a great message of the story, but that wasn't highlighted!”
“The idea of helping if you can - in whatever little way you can (Don't wait to be rich to give) would have been a great message of the story, but that wasn't highlighted!”
“The idea of unconditional altruism (paperboy gave - expecting nothing in return) would have been a great message of the story, but that wasn’t even mentioned!”
“What was highlighted is a conundrum, perhaps even a paradox! It was the one thing I totally disagreed with in this story. Mental Attitude has nothing to do with your Material Condition. The two are mutually exclusive, really.”
“The paperboy is not richer than Gates - by his own admission. Gates wouldn't think the paperboy was richer than him, just because he refused to be compensated.”
“The Rich don't think that way. Let the story author show at least some respect to someone who has succeeded so brilliantly and so completely, by having virtues and clarity we would do well to emulate.”
“Gates didn't need to seek out the boy who did good to him. Good (and bad) acts are like ripples in a pond of water. They move away from the force that sets them in motion.”
“They don't return to their source. They don’t need to. They spread the goodness (or badness) out - far and wide. This is how I think, good and bad works...”
“I found it interesting that Gates was used as a character in the story to make it more credible, given the challenges of health, sanitation, access to financial services, and agricultural development that Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation is trying to address in the world. Hats off to them.”
“I also liked the punch line in the end: Keep the Spirit (of giving, being grateful, and repaying debts) Alive. Thanks for sharing it, Joy. It was such a message-rich story.”
“Gosh, Pa,” John wrote back. “Never thought a story could have so many different perspectives. So much to learn still…”

My Vivid God

A grateful heart is happy, as it overflows with wonderment.

“We’ve had three houses on the market now,” Rose was despondent. “for over two years. They are just not selling. It is beginning to hurt…”

“He moves in mysterious ways,” Rosh patted her hand. “He bears us no ill. He is working on it…”
“Is He?” asked Rose. “I just can’t see it at the moment. You sure our file hasn’t gone missing …”
“No,” Rosh shook his head. “A lot more than a few houses not selling can go wrong in life…”
“Look around,” he said, pointing at the vivid colours in the garden around them. “Life is vivid, but what can we see if we stay asleep?”
“He does his work, but we remain blind to it. Mere Sahib de rang neyare, rang niyare …”
He remembered the absolutely amazing rendition of this song in the Punjabi film Ardaas by Gippy Grewal and Sunidhi Chauhan. He hummed it softly for her now, blissfully.
Her spirit began to lift.
“Isn’t that the Punjabi song you were hearing yesterday?”  asked him, joining them outside. “It’s got a very uplifting, inspiring beat. Pity, I don’t get the meaning of the lyrics.”
“Translating Punjabi poetry is out of my league,” said Rose “You tell us the meaning, Rosh.”
“Its theme is gratefulness - something you keep reminding me about, son,” said Rosh. “The secret of happiness is gratefulness in your heart. Gratitude for your fellow man. And for your maker.”

Ek Onkar Satnam, Karta Purakh, Nirbhoh, Nirvair, Akal Murat, Ajooni Saibhang

“God is one. Truth his name. He is the doer – creater of all. Fearless. Without malice. Embodiment of timelessness. Formless. Unborn. Indestructible.”
“He is beyond birth and death. He is the enlightened one. He manifests as the guru's grace, through whom you were reminded of His name. Meditate on it. As it was true in the beginning. Remained true throughout the Ages. Is true today. And Nanak says, will remain true forever.”

Gur parsad Jap. Aad sach, jugaad sach. Hai bhi sach. Nanak, hosi bhi sach

“Awareness of this unchanging Truth is your Guru’s gift to you. What to do with it? This realization of the Absolute - that always was, is, and always will be. Nanak says, remember.”

Beda paar laga lae tu, bandya satguran de naal lag ke

“Crossover safely, human, by tying your boat (life) to the true teachers. They will show the way. Guide you in crossing the ocean of life. As you can see, Guru is very important in the Sikh faith.”

Kujj naal na jaanaa ae, sab kujjh rae jaanaa ae jagg te

“Nothing will go with you. It will all be left behind here. Then why err, why accumulate?”

Te Bhullan bakhsh dinde, bakhshan haare, main balhaare

“He, the forgiver, forgives our trespasses. I am so grateful.”

Mere sahib de, rang neyare, main jaavan vaare

"My Master’s blessings are unparalleled, I am ecstatic."

Satnam satnam ji, jap lae Waheguru Vaheguru ji

"Chant the good name, the true name. Chant glories to the Guru, the teacher."
“Isn’t ‘rang’ colour, and ‘nyara’ unique?” Smith asked. “So, a multicolored Lord? My vivid God!”
“That too,” Rosh laughed. “Interesting, that you transliterated it like that. Our God is indeed colorful. He manifests in vivid colors. Just look around.”
“When grandpa Dev couldn’t shower himself in his last years, I used to bathe him. When the cold water hit his body, he used to chant ‘Hare Raam, Hare Raam’.”
“The colder the water, the louder his chanting. I used to ask him why he chanted ‘Hare (Green) Ram’ and not ‘Neele (Blue) Ram’, ‘Peele (Yellow) Ram’, ‘Lal (Red) Ram’ or ‘Bhure (Brown) Ram’.”
“He used to smile, but just keep chanting. I remember my question even today, because he never answered it. He wanted me to find my own answers. It is your questions that change your lives in the end, never their answers."
"Hare' also means to remember, so 'Hare Ram' meant remembering Ram (God). Other combinations I had made up were non-sensical in that sense, but he could very well have chanted ‘Lal Ram’ – so long as he did it soulfully.”

Data sab nu hi jaane, koyi raja, koi bhikhari

“The Benefactor knows all, the rich and the poor. It matters not what language they speak or whether they even speak. It is immaterial what name they use to address Him, how they perceive Him, and whether they even perceive Him.”

Oho aap hi taa hai, saare jag da lakhari

"He is still the one, who cares for the whole creation (writes our destinies)."

Taan hi aap karda ae, paar utaare, main jaawan vaare

"That’s why he himself, sees us through, I am awed."

Mere malik de rang neyare, main jaavan vaare.

"My Master’s facets are unique, I find them awesome."

Satnam satnam ji, jap lae Waheguru Vaheguru ji.

"So, chant His name with gratitude. Chant Guru's name with gratitude."

Ki ki kari jaavan dasso, Sahib di Vaddiyayi

"What else can I reveal about the magnanimity of the Lord, tell me?"

Jinne kakkhaan di kamayi vich, barkat payi

“Who makes people with meagre means, prosper.”

Hath fadke karde ne, aap kinaare, main balhare

“Holds their hands until they are beached safely, I sing His glories."

Mere rabba de rang neyare, main jaavan vaare.

"My Lord’s legends are singularly distinctive, I sing odes to Him."

Satnam satnam ji, jap lae Waheguru Vaheguru ji.

"Chant the true name. Thank your Guru. Be aware of their blessings. Acknowledge them!"
“What will that do? Don't they weave their magic regardless? They do. But, we still need to flip a switch inside us, so there is light. For us to see it. The garden is all around us, but we see nothing of it while it is dark."
“Both plenty and paucity, you see, exist simultaneously in our lives, as parallel realities. We see nothing in the dark, where there may be everything. We need light to see. And it is always our conscious choice whether we will flick that light on or not...”
“When we choose light, we see the abundance that is present. Love, health, money, job, family, friends, nature and things that give us pleasure. The nothingness of dark vanishes instantly. We experience Eden on Earth."
"A Heaven, rich in colours, where one is content with what one has…”
“It is easy to be thankful,” Rose sighed, “when one is happy.”
“It is not happiness that makes us grateful,” Rosh smiled. “It is gratefulness, that makes us happy.”

Mind Your Language

“He’s an asshole,” Josh was complaining about another kid who had been giving him grief at the kindergarten.

Rosh smiled at how he had said the word, but said nothing.

“That butthole’s been giving me shit all week,” Josh continued animatedly, emboldened by his father’s rapt attention and supportive smile.

“And I’ve put up with all his crap,” he continued, “But now I’ve had enough of the butthead. So, I told him to fuck off.”

He felt pretty proud, rattling out a lot of new words he had been adding to his lexicon at the kindergarten.

But if he had expected fatherly applause at his courage, he was severely disappointed.

Rosh’s face darkened at this barrage of profanity spewing out of his child’s mouth. Not caring to investigate the incident any further and uncaring about who was at fault, his temper flared.

“Shut your mouth”, he rebuked viciously, “It is like a sewer, with only dirt flowing through.”

Josh was suddenly scared. It was when he had flown in such a rage, that Rosh had slapped him a few times. Fear leapt up through his veins, releasing warm water that ran down the side of his pajamas.

Despite his flaming anger, Rosh saw the wet pool appear on the carpet where Josh stood.

“Go!” he barked, “Change your pajamas. Then get back here!”

Baffled tears ran down Josh’s cheeks, shame at wetting the carpet compounding his hurt. Isha pushed him out of the room and rushed to get some cleaning wipes for the carpet.

As she came back and soaked up the fluid, she looked at Rosh accusingly. Rosh saw her look. It infuriated him even more. But he looked away.

"Just because you’re offended”, she implored, “doesn’t mean you’re right."

Seeing that he was still fuming, she hastened out of the room to get Josh back in quickly before him.

Delaying or seeking refuge away from him at such times was dangerous, she knew, and likely to have more dire consequences for any and all.

Josh had washed his face but it burnt hot with fear. It looked quite red and puffed in the mirror. He was changing his pajamas when Isha came in.

She guided him gently back into Rosh’s room, and stood quietly behind the boy. But Rosh had cooled down in the interim.

He had been staring at the urine spot on the carpet, and feeling remorse at his outburst. Compassionately, he opened his arms to them.

Surprised again by his sudden show of kindness, Josh turned around and hugged his mother tightly as he bawled over in a sudden release.

That removed any vestige of anger that may have been left in Rosh. He walked over slowly, and picked Josh up in his arms.

Then he walked out on the deck, his body feeling the tremors from his son’s still violent sobs. They stood quietly for some time, as Rosh stared at the sky for guidance.

“A young man named Mike,” he began to speak after a while, “received a parrot as a gift. The parrot had a bad attitude and an even worse vocabulary.”

“Every word out of the bird's mouth was rude, obnoxious and laced with profanity. Mike tried and tried to change the bird's attitude, but the bird simply refused to learn the good stuff.”

“Mike tried speaking only good words, played soft music and even kept the parrot hungry when the bird was abusive, to clean up its vernacular.”

“But finally, he was fed up. One day, he yelled at the parrot. The parrot yelled back at him. Mike shook the parrot. The parrot got angrier and became even ruder.”

“In desperation, Mike grabbed the bird, pulled him out of the cage and put him in the freezer. For a few minutes the parrot squawked and kicked and screamed.”

“Then suddenly there was total quiet. Not a peep was heard from inside the freezer for over a minute.”

“Afraid that he'd killed the parrot, Mike rushed to open the freezer door. The parrot quietly stepped out onto Mike's outstretched hands.”

“As it walked up Mike’s arms to sit on his head, the parrot said calmly: I’m sorry I’ve upset you with my language and rude actions. I won’t ever do it again.”

“Mike was stunned at the absolute change in the bird's attitude and language. As he was about to ask the parrot what had made such a dramatic change in his behavior, the bird asked, very softly:”

"May I ask what the chicken did?"

What Makes 100%?

Josh laughed at the funny joke. Rosh loved it, that he’d got it straight away.

“Wanna play a game?” he asked.

Josh nodded, a happy smile suddenly breaking up on his face.

Rosh got together a calculator, a few scrap papers and a pencil.

He wrote up the letters of the English alphabet with numbers underneath the letters to show their place valuesin the alphabet.

A   B  C   D  E  F  G  H   I   J   K   L  M  N  O  P  Q  R  S   T  U  V  W  X  Y  Z
01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26

“If we equated our alphabets” he said, “to numbers in order of their positions, then:”

H + A + R + D + W + O + R + K
Gives us
8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%

K + N + O + W + L + E + D + G + E
Gives us
11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%

L + U + C + K
Gives us
12+21+3+11 = 47%

“None of them makes 100%. Then what makes 100%?”

“Is it Money?” asked Josh, now getting into the rhythm of the game.

“Check it out”, Rosh offered him the opportunity.

Josh spelled the word correctly, then painstakingly wrote up the equation and substituted the place values for the letters. Then his little fingers jabbed at the calculator keys:

M + O + N + E + Y
13+15+14+5+25 = 72%

They came short.

“No!” he yelled, then gave it another shot before his father could say anything, “Leadership?”

“Try it out”, Rosh offered him again.

Again Josh spelled the word correctly, then laboriously wrote up the equation and substituted the place values for the letters:

L + E + A + D + E + R + S + H + I + P
12+5+1+4+5+18+19+8+9+16 = 97%

They came short again.

“No!” he exclaimed, but had another candidate ready in a flash, “Love?”

“Go for it”, Rosh encouraged.

Again Josh spelled the word, wrote up the equation and substituted the place values for the letters:

L + O + V + E
12+15+22+5 = 54%

This missed the mark by a long shot. Josh tried a few more words, then quickly lost his patience.

“I give up”, he sighed, “What is it?”

“Every problem has a solution”, said Rosh, “all it takes to find it, is to change our own attitude.”

“ATITUDE" Josh shouted, excited again, and wanting to check out its worth.

Rosh helped him spell the word correctly. Josh wrote up the equation again and substituted the place values for the letters. Then he did the number crunching on the calculator:

A + T + T + I + T + U + D + E
1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%

“Yay”, he punched the air triumphantly with his tiny fist, “It is attitude!”

“Yea”, Rosh pulled him closer suddenly, and hugged him tightly, “It is the most important. It is our attitude, not our aptitude, which determines our altitude.”

“Ability is what we are capable of. Motivation reveals what we will do. But attitude determines how well we do it.”

“It is our ATTITUDE towards Life, towards Work, towards Others, which makes our life 100% Successful.”