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You and I, in our respective abodes, are on the verge of Garhwali. I can see the Garhwali foothills from here and a longish walk will take you to the district boundary. The knowledge of this surpassing beauty so near us and yet so far from this restless world, so peaceful and calm by human folly, excites me. Those strange people who were our ancestors in the long ago felt the wonder of these mountains and valleys and, with the unerring instinct of genius, connected this sense of respect and wonder to man's old desire for something higher than what life's daily toil and conflicts offered, something with the impress of the eternal upon it. And so for two thousand years or more, innumerable pilgrim should have marched through these valleys and mountains to Badrinath and Kedarnath and Gangotri, from where the baby Ganga emerges, so tiny and frolicsome, but to grow and grow in her long wandering till she becomes the noble river that sweeps by Prayag and Kashi and beyond.

The annoying thing was that I couldn't place the fellow. His face told me clearly that he was connected with Bradfield, but that was all it told me. I could not think where in Bard field I had seen it. I guessed he must be one of those fellows who've come to live lately in the small houses by the bus stop. But I couldn't be sure.
So when the two of us found ourselves alone in the carriage, I started to talk, just as if we were old friends. He spoke well, with a quite friendly manner, but he told me very little. I can generally find out what a man's work is in about ten minutes, but I failed this time. So I gave it up and started to read my paper. And the next time I looked at him, he'd put his head back and gone off to sleep!
We were just running into the station then, and though the train stopped rather suddenly, it didn't seem to wake him. Well, I'm a kind hearted fellow and I wasn't going to let a Bradfield man be carried on all the way to the next stop. So I tapped him on the knee.

I'll tell you a strange thing about me. I never forget a face. The only trouble is that usually I'm quite unable to tell you the name of the person. When I say I never forget a face, I mean it. I can pass a fellow in the street one day and recognize him again months after, though we've never spoken to each other.
You can guess that there's not a man, woman or child here in Bradfield that I can't know by sight. It's only forty minutes from London but the village is almost a mile from the station, and that's rather troublesome. Quite a pleasant crowd of men travel up and down to London most days, and I don't know the names of half of them, though we speak to each other cheerfully enough.

Finally, advertisements drag us into buying a product unknowingly as you are being led into a trap. Through the clever use of words and phrases, the advertisement tells you something about a product. Often it is the pleasing side of a thing. But by no meaning is it everything. The darker side has been cleverly played down. For example, an ad for a might emphasize the need for a refrigerator. It might even tell you the size of the motor but not the amount of electricity it consumes. And it is here precisely where its defect might lie.
To sum up, here are a few practical points to bear in mind. Don't be too easily taken in by the ads you see in the glossy magazines or by the brightly coloured ad boards you pass by every day on your way. All that glitters is not gold.

The world of business is an extremely competitive world. A businessman is interested in increasing the sale of his own product. Sometimes one product may be as good as the other, but through a cleverly thought out ad, a businessman can make you prefer his product to another. It would be good for you to know some of the techniques advertising agencies employ in the sale of a product.
We human beings are very much taken up by externals. The more glossy an object appears, the more we are attracted to it. The power of colour, for example, to knock us out of sense is shown by an experiment conducted in a supermarket.

Working together for the first time, the father and son developed concepts of how it could be accomplished and how the obstacles could be overcome. With great excitement and inspiration, they hired their crew and began to build their dream bridge.
The project started well, but when it was only a few months underway, a tragic accident on the site took the life of John Roebling. Washington was injured and with a certain amount of brain damage, which resulted in him not being able to walk or talk or even move.
"We told them so".
"It's foolish to chase wild visions".
Everyone had a negative comment to make and felt that the project should be scrapped since the Roebling were the only the ones who knew how the bridge could be built. In spite of his handicap Washington was never discouraged and still had a burning desire to complete the bridge and his mind was still as sharp as ever.