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Le 22 novembre 2017, 05:52 dans Humeurs 0

Wedding market : UrbanClap launches services to plan a 'shaadi' in India

In order to capture the burgeoning wedding services market, UrbanClap on Friday launched services in domains of home improvement and wedding planning in India.

The services are aimed at people who are building/renovating their homes or are planning a wedding.

During 2010-2015, the Indian wedding planning market grew at CAGR of 9.9 percent.

Urbanclap will competing with existing startups in the segment which include Wedmegood, Shaadisaga, BandBaja,, and The Wedding Brigade.

“We are glad that with our new portals we will be able to simplify these, otherwise complicated, decisions. Users will be able to visualize, get ideas, read advice, besides discovering hand-picked service professionals,” said Abhiraj Bhal, cofounder of UrbanClap.

Users can browse through weddings and home improvements projects and book the services.

He added, “Both, home improvement and wedding planning, are key verticals for us and already contribute about 20 percent to our overall revenue. We have made a significant investment in the technology, developing and curating the content.”

While announcing the company's three years anniversary, Bhal said, "We started with basic home services and never really promoted interior designers and wedding planners on the platform"

India’s  market is expected to reach Rs 1.6 trillion by 2020- Ken Research

He added, "These two markets are huge and unorganized people spend a lot of money for these services. We will continue to improve it and add more services on the portals. "

While talking about its competitors he said, "We are never worried about the competition. But there are very small companies in the wedding market.  We are going to build these portals huge and organize it by investing in it," Bhal said.

You well do it everytime

Le 18 avril 2016, 10:05 dans Humeurs 0

"When I was in my 20s I worked as a waiter at a very popular restaurant. I found it very difficult to keep up with the orders and, consequently, my tips were very low.
One of the very experienced servers took me aside and she said, 'Slow down and take longer steps. You'll feel more relaxed and your customers will see that and trust you.'
If you slow down, you have time to think and plan better. Taking longer steps means more than just how you move through a space. It's about looking ahead and covering more ground, encompassing6 more than just the task at hand."
Everyone ends up in the same place.
"'At the end of the game, the king and the pawn7 go back in the same box.' -- Italian Proverb
When you really think about this, in the end we all end up the same. You can't take your money and fame with you after you die."
Time is not money. It's better.
"Always choose time over money. Contrary to what people say, time is not money. Time is much much more than money. At the end of your life, it's guaranteed you will be out of time and more than likely out of money as well, if you didn't value time."
Don't worry what other people think.
"Stop being so self-conscious because absolutely nobody is paying any attention to you anyway -- they are only paying attention to themselves."
You can't truly control anything but how well you do things.
"To find happiness in life's tasks, invest in the process (which you can control), not in the outcome (which is largely out of your control)."
"God gave you two ears and one mouth; use them proportionally."
Take risks when you can.
"On deciding whether to step off my career track in my mid-20s to live abroad for a year: 'You have the rest of your life to work. You'll be working for 40 years. I don't know why we were in such a hurry when we were young.' I took the year off."

How we love they kids when they little

Le 7 mars 2016, 03:20 dans Humeurs 0

“I know. Somebody got to tell her.” Aibileen fans her face with her hanky. It was Kiki Brown’s morning for cleaning and the whole church is gaudied up with her lemon smell-good she makes and tries to sell for twenty-five cents a bottle. We have a sign-up sheet for cleaning the church hong thai travel. Ask me, Kiki Brown ought to sign a little less and the men ought to sign a lot more. Far as I know, no man has signed that sheet once.

Besides the smell, the church looks pretty good. Kiki shined the pews to where you could pick your teeth looking at them. The Christmas tree’s already up, next to the altar, full of tinsel and a shiny gold star on top. Three windows of the church have stained glass—the birth of Christ, Lazarus raised from the dead, and the teaching of those fool Pharisees. The other seven are filled with regular clear panes. We’re still raising money for those.

“How Benny’s asthma?” Aibileen asks.

“Had a little spell yesterday. Leroy dropping him and the rest a the kids by in a while. Let’s hope the lemon don’t kill him.”

“Leroy.” Aibileen shakes her head and laughs. “Tell him I said he better behave. Or I put him on my prayer list.”

“Phhh. Well, you tell her it’s a real Fourth of July picnic. It’s what we dream a doing all weekend, get back in they houses to polish they silver,” I say.

“I told her, let the regular old history books tell it. White people been representing colored opinions since the beginning a time.”

“That’s right. You tell her.”

“I did. I tell her she crazy,” Aibileen says. “I ask her, what if we told the truth? How we too scared to ask for minimum wage. How nobody gets paid they Social Security. How it feel when your own boss be calling you . . .” Aibileen shakes her head HKUE amec. I’m glad she doesn’t say it.

I look down and see Aibileen’s gripping her black pocketbook like it’s the only thing she has left in this world. Aibileen, she moves on to another job when the babies get too old and stop being color-blind. We don’t talk about it.

“Even if she is changing all the names a the help and the white ladies,” she sniff.

“She crazy if she think we do something dangerous as that. For her.”

“We don’t want a bring all that mess up.” Aibileen wipes her nose with a hankie. “Tell people the truth.”

“No, we don’t,” I say, but I stop. It’s something about that word truth. I’ve been trying to tell white women the truth about working for them since I was fourteen years old.

“We don’t want a change nothing around here,” Aibileen says and we’re both quiet, thinking about all the things we don’t want to change. But then Aibileen narrows her eyes at me, asks, “What. You don’t think it’s a crazy idea?”

“I do, I just . . .” And that’s when I see it. We’ve been friends for sixteen years, since the day I moved from Greenwood to Jackson and we met at the bus stop. I can read Aibileen like the Sunday paper. “You thinking about it, ain’t you,” I say. “You want a talk to Miss Skeeter.”

She shrugs and I know I’m right HKUE ENG. But before Aibileen can confess, Reverend Johnson comes and sits down in the pew behind us, leans between our shoulders. “Minny, I’m sorry I haven’t had the chance to tell you congratulations on your new job.”

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