Just have a look What they have created in a desert…The Jebel Hafeet Mountain Road in the United Arab Emirates (UAE) is the greatest driving road in the world. Stretching for 7.3 miles and climbing nearly 4,000 feet, it boasts 60 corners and a surface so smooth that it would flatter a racetrack. It could easily be described as the eighth wonder of the world, but almost nothing is known about its creation.
The road is cut into the Jebel Hafeet mountain, the highest peak in the United Arab Emirates , the oil-rich Persian Gulf state. The mountain spans the border with Oman and lies about 90 minutes’ drive southeast of the thriving city of Dubai . It looks down upon a dusty, desert landscape that belies a nation of astonishing wealth.
A friend of mine ,after reading this entry suggested me that this story is just a myth and sent me the actual story which i have updated
A lady in a faded gingham dress and her husband, dressed in a
homespun threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston, and walked
timidly without an appointment into the Harvard University
President’s outer office.
The secretary could tell in a moment that such backwoods, country
hicks had no business at Harvard and probably didn’t even deserve to
be in Cambridge.
“We’d like to see the president,” the man said softly.
He’ll be busy all day,” the secretary snapped.
We’ll wait,” the lady replied.
For hours the secretary ignored them, hoping that the couple would
finally become discouraged and go away.
They didn’t, and the secretary grew frustrated and finally decided to
disturb the president, even though it was a chore she always regretted.
“Maybe if you see them for a few minutes, they’ll leave,” she said to
He sighed in exasperation and nodded. Someone of his importance
obviously didn’t have the time to spend with them, and he detested
gingham dresses and homespun suits cluttering up his outer office.
The president, stern faced and with dignity, strutted toward the couple.
The lady told him, “We had a son who attended Harvard for one year.
He loved Harvard. He was happy here. But about a year ago, he was
accidentally killed. My husband and I would like to erect a memorial
to him, somewhere on campus.”
The president wasn’t touched. He was shocked.
Madam,” he said, gruffly, “we can’t put up a statue for every person
who attended Harvard and died.. If we did, this place would look like
Oh, no,” the lady explained quickly. “We don’t want to erect a statue.
We thought we would like to give a building to Harvard.”
The president rolled his eyes. He glanced at the gingham dress and
homespun suit, and then exclaimed, “A building! Do you have any
earthly idea how much a building costs? We have over seven and a half
million dollars in the physical buildings here at Harvard.”
For a moment the lady was silent.
The president was pleased. Maybe he could get rid of them now.
The lady turned to her husband and said quietly, “Is that all it
costs to start a university? Why don’t we just start our own?”
Her husband nodded.
The president’s face wilted in confusion and
Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford got up and walked away, traveling to
Palo Alto, California where they established the university that
bears their name, Stanford University, a memorial to a son that
Harvard no longer cared about.
You can easily judge the character of others by how they treat those
who they think can do nothing for them.
The Actual Fact -
Leland Stanford Junior was just short of his 16th birthday when he died of typhoid fever in Florence, Italy on March 13, 1884. He had not spent a year at Harvard before his death, nor was he “accidentally killed.” Following Leland Junior’s death, the Stanfords determined to found an institution in his name that would serve the “children of California.”
Detained on the East Coast following their return from Europe, the Stanfords visited a number of universities and consulted with the presidents of each. The account of their visit with Charles W. Eliot at Harvard is actually recounted by Eliot himself in a letter sent to David Starr Jordan (Stanford’s first president) in 1919. At the point the Stanfords met with Eliot, they apparently had not yet decided about whether to establish a university, a technical school or a museum. Eliot recommended a university and told them the endowment should be $5 million. Accepted accounts indicate that Jane and Leland looked at each other and agreed they could manage that amount.
The thought of Leland and Jane, by this time quite wealthy, arriving at Harvard in a faded gingham dress and homespun threadbare suit is quite entertaining. And, as a former governor of California and well-known railroad baron, they likely were not knowingly kept waiting for too long outside Eliot’s office. The Stanfords also visited Cornell, MIT and Johns Hopkins.
The Stanfords established two institutions in Leland Junior’s name — the University and the Museum, which was originally planned for San Francisco, but moved to adjoin the university.
Hero is a software engineer. He does not have a life worth speaking of.
He spends eighteen hours a day in the office working and browsing the
Heroine is a software engineer in the same company. She does not have a
life either. She spends eight hours in front of her PC, thirteen hours
in front of the TV and the remaining, sleeping.
One day, Hero meets Heroine in a staff meeting. They argue endlessly
about the insanity of Microsoft applications.. especially Outlook 2003.
Couple of such fights later, Heroine is found drinking coffee with Hero
in Office canteen.
“What is life?” asks the Hero looking at the vacuum right above her
“I’ve been wondering too.” sighs the heroine.
“Why are we fighting over Outlook 2003?” Hero drinks his black coffee.
“And why are we not talking about Lotus NOtes” Heroine sips her Latte.
Hero shakes his head. “It’s not about software products. It is about
life. I guess life is much bigger than OUtlook 2003.”
Heroine nods. “I think it is. I am not sure though. Do you know that
Microsoft has come up with a fix to that bug you’ve been using to prove
Outlook is a worthless piece of garbage?”
“Heroine,” Hero is now determined, “From this moment onwards, I am not
discussing anything remotely related to software.”
“Fine Hero,” says Heroine, “Good bye then.”
Hero then returns all the Sybase manuals to the library and rents out
“how to live a life?”
Heroine meanwhile gets into an altercation with the villain during a
conversation on Sharepoint server. Villain vows to format the hard disk
of the heroine. Heroine takes her PC and runs away from the cubicle
trying to escape from the villain’s evil intentions. Since it is night
shift, no one comes to her rescue.
Hero, who has been reading “how to live a life” very seriously, suddenly
finds out that he loves the heroine as much as he used to love Tetris.
So hero messages Heroine on Yahoo Instant messenger. But there is no
reply. Hero does not understand it. He knows that the heroine is
supposed to be in night shift. What is she doing in Night shift if not
on Yahoo Instant Messenger? As far as he know that is what people are
supposed to do in night shift.
Hero senses trouble. He runs barefooted on the Information Superhighway
and reaches office just in time to see the villain snatch the PC out of
heroine’s hands and type the command “Format C:\”. When his fingers get
to the “Enter” key, hero delivers the killer punch on villain’s face.
Villain is thrown back. But in the process he manages to press the Enter
The world comes to a standstill. The sky roars. The Rain pours.
Heroine breaks down. Villain is on cloud nine. But our Hero isn’t sad.
He is smiling. Villain cannot understand. Hero then says, “Villain, You
should learn DOS properly. Your grave mistake…”. He shows the monitor
to Villain. The DOS command prompt says “Are you sure?”. It is waiting
for a “Y” to commence the formatting operation. Hero then simply presses
Villain cries in frustration “Nooooooo” and charges like a bull. Then
follows a lengthy fight. Heroine meanwhile calls the police and they
come right after hero beats the villain to pulp. Without asking any
questions, the police understand who is hero and who is villain and take
him into custody. Heroine, tears in her eyes, takes her PC, switches it
on and jumps with joy when she finds her favorite Calvin and Hobbs
collection in tact in her C drive.
“You saved my data” she exclaims.
“No, you saved it yourself.” hero says.
“No.. Jesus saves. I don’t” she cries.
“Nothing happened na.” Hero consoles.
“Let us get married” heroine sheds some more tears, “I want someone by
my side to protect the Calvin and Hobbscollection on my PC”.
“I love you Heroine” says the hero.
“I love you Hero” says the heroine.
“So you agree that Outlook 2003 is a bad product”.
“No I don’t. Why not we talk about Lotus nOtes?”