Fine Jewelry by Rajesh C Mirani
Jewelry That Commands Attention
Some brands sparkle. Ours stand still — and make the world adjust around them.
At Mirani, a jewel is not an accessory. It is identity, authority, and arrival — captured in gold, diamonds, and craftsmanship that refuses to whisper.
She doesn’t wear jewelry. She enters a room and rewrites the hierarchy.
Every piece we create turns a moment into a memory — and a woman into a presence.
Wear Mirani. Don’t be admired. Be assumed.
Showing posts with label pen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pen. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Monday, October 21, 2013
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Silver lining ballpoint pen
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| Silver lining ballpoint pen |
Friday, September 27, 2013
Peacock clip ballpoint pen
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| Peacock clip ballpoint pen |
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Monday, July 15, 2013
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Gandhi : Power of non violence
Power of non violence
"I was 16 years old and living with my parents at the institute my grandfather had founded 18 miles outside of Durban, South Africa, in the middle of the sugar plantations. We were deep in the country
and had no neighbors, so my two sisters and I would always look forward to going to town to visit friends or go to the movies.
One day, my father asked me to drive him to town for an all-day conference, and I jumped at the chance. Since I was going to town, my mother gave me a list of groceries she needed and, since I
had all day in town, my father ask me to take care of several pending chores, such as getting the car serviced. When I dropped my father off that morning, he said, 'I will meet you here at 5:00 p.m., and we will go home together.'
After hurriedly completing my chores, I went straight to the nearest movie theatre. I got so engrossed in a John Wayne double-feature that I forgot the time. It was 5:30 before I remembered. By the time I ran to the garage and got the car and hurried to where my father was waiting for me, it was almost 6:00.
He anxiously asked me, 'Why were you late?' I was so ashamed of telling him I was watching a John Wayne western movie that I said, 'The car wasn't ready, so I had to wait,' not realizing that he had already called the garage. When he caught me in the lie, he said: 'There's something wrong in the way I brought you up that didn't give you the confidence to tell me the truth. In order to figure out
where I went wrong with you, I'm going to walk home 18 miles and think about it.' So, dressed in his suit and dress shoes, he began to walk home in the dark on mostly unpaved, unlit roads. I couldn't leave him, so for five-and-a-half hours I drove behind him, watching my father go through this agony for a stupid lie that I uttered.
I decided then and there that I was never going to lie again. I often think about that episode and wonder, if he had punished me the way we punish our children, whether I would have learned a lesson at all. I don't think so. I would have suffered the punishment and gone on doing the same thing. But this single non-violent action was so powerful that it is still as if it happened yesterday.
That is the power of non-violence."
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