The mail..... that remains with me

 

Hello sir…

       

               I don’t know whether this mail makes any difference but I do believe if anyone puts their heart out and does it with utmost honesty then that work surely makes a difference.



I am M.HimaBindu from Andhra Pradesh, India. What affects me the most is… youth are in the streets consumed with bad habits and they were totally scared of this whole education thing. An illiterate women was beaten brutally by her husband since the day of her marriage but she was quiet thinking it’s impossible for her to make a living in this digital era. A farmer still not aware of modern farming technologies and we know how he end up in newspaper. As a kid I thought I need crores to make them happy, to change all this sufferings but I was wrong what all I need is business plan where providers and consumers get equally benefited. 


I have a solution which I described in my website, sorry I gave a tata logo for it.

My intention here is to bring that(website) to your notice. I really can’t see any way to reach you. And I totally doubt this email thing because I’m aware that everyday you receive like thousands of mails. when I’m doing this I was in dilemma but I came across bhagavad gita quote strangely during that same period which says” it’s okay to do wrong things for a right thing” I call it a destiny then.



  Why only tata? I like the way you do your business with lots of values and honesty. Growing up I listened to so many tales about tata’s honesty and values from my father and grandfather and already Tata ClassEdge has been working on it and this solution can truly add something extra to it. It’s bliss to work with people who have the same values.



Please consider this mail. Press the link below to know further. With much hope I’ll be waiting for the reply.


click this link to visit website


--
M. Hima Bindu




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