DD Giranar February Time Table for Std 1 and 2
DD Giranar February Time Table for Std 3 to 5
DD Giranar February Time Table for Std 6 to 8
The time table of DD Girnar February Mass is given in this post. The list of programs aired on DD Girnar channel and the complete information of which standard program will be aired on which day is given in this post. Programs can be easily viewed and during epidemics like Jupiter, children can watch this program at home and study on their own as it is closed now but education is not closed. For this purpose, the government broadcasts various programs as per standard and subject on DD Girnar channel which are broadcast free of cost i.e. no charge and the timetable of today's programs is given in the following post.
No matter how busy he was, he would always ask about Jenny,the woman I still call "my bride" even though we were marriedbefore I went to law school. On finding out from another summerintern that I was in a financial squeeze, Julian arranged for me toreceive a generous scholarship. Sure, he could play hardball withthe best of them, and sure, he loved to have a wild time, but henever neglected his friends. The real problem was that Julian wasobsessed with work.For the first few years he justified his long hours by saying thathe was "doing it for the good of the firm", and that he planned totake a month off and go to the Caymans "next winter for sure." Astime passed, however, Julian's reputation for brilliance spread andhis workload continued to increase. The cases just kept on gettingbigger and better, and Julian, never one to back down from a goodchallenge, continued to push himself harder and harder. In his raremoments of quiet, he confided that he could no longer sleep formore than a couple of hours without waking up feeling guilty thathe was not working on a file. It soon became clear to me that he wasbeing consumed by the hunger for more: more prestige, more gloryand more money.As expected, Julian became enormously successful. Heachieved everything most people could ever want: a stellar professionalreputation with an income in seven figures, a spectacularmansion in a neighborhood favored by celebrities, a private jet, asummer home on a tropical island and his prized possession — ashiny red Ferrari parked in the center of his driveway.Yet I knew that things were not as idyllic as they appeared onthe surface. I observed the signs of impending doom not because Iwas so much more perceptive than the others at the firm, butsimply because I spent the most time with the man. We werealways together because we were always at work. Things neverseemed to slow down. There was always another blockbuster caseon the horizon that was bigger than the last. No amount of preparationwas ever enough for Julian. What would happen if thejudge brought up this question or that question, God forbid? Whatwould happen if our research was less than perfect? What wouldhappen if he was surprised in the middle of a packed courtroom,looking like a deer caught in the glare of an intruding pair of headlights?So we pushed ourselves to the limit and I got sucked intohis little work-centered world as well. There we were, two slavesto the clock, toiling away on the sixty-fourth floor of some steel andglass monolith while most sane people were at home with theirfamilies, thinking we had the world by the tail, blinded by an illusoryversion of success.
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No matter how busy he was, he would always ask about Jenny,
the woman I still call "my bride" even though we were married
before I went to law school. On finding out from another summer
intern that I was in a financial squeeze, Julian arranged for me to
receive a generous scholarship. Sure, he could play hardball with
the best of them, and sure, he loved to have a wild time, but he
never neglected his friends. The real problem was that Julian was
obsessed with work.
For the first few years he justified his long hours by saying that
he was "doing it for the good of the firm", and that he planned to
take a month off and go to the Caymans "next winter for sure." As
time passed, however, Julian's reputation for brilliance spread and
his workload continued to increase. The cases just kept on getting
bigger and better, and Julian, never one to back down from a good
challenge, continued to push himself harder and harder. In his rare
moments of quiet, he confided that he could no longer sleep for
more than a couple of hours without waking up feeling guilty that
he was not working on a file. It soon became clear to me that he was
being consumed by the hunger for more: more prestige, more glory
and more money.
As expected, Julian became enormously successful. He
achieved everything most people could ever want: a stellar professional
reputation with an income in seven figures, a spectacular
mansion in a neighborhood favored by celebrities, a private jet, a
summer home on a tropical island and his prized possession — a
shiny red Ferrari parked in the center of his driveway.
Yet I knew that things were not as idyllic as they appeared on
the surface. I observed the signs of impending doom not because I
was so much more perceptive than the others at the firm, but
simply because I spent the most time with the man. We were
always together because we were always at work. Things never
seemed to slow down. There was always another blockbuster case
on the horizon that was bigger than the last. No amount of preparation
was ever enough for Julian. What would happen if the
judge brought up this question or that question, God forbid? What
would happen if our research was less than perfect? What would
happen if he was surprised in the middle of a packed courtroom,
looking like a deer caught in the glare of an intruding pair of headlights?
So we pushed ourselves to the limit and I got sucked into
his little work-centered world as well. There we were, two slaves
to the clock, toiling away on the sixty-fourth floor of some steel and
glass monolith while most sane people were at home with their
families, thinking we had the world by the tail, blinded by an illusory
version of success.
