BPO projects - earn by staying in home

Hello the following is a BPO project distributed by few of my best students who have their BPO basement at Coimbatore, Tamilnadu. I have given here the whole detail of the projects and if you wish to earn money you can go ahead contacting Mr. Dinesh.


The Project details are as follows:


ICONIXTECHNOLOGYS COIMBATORE
ALL PROJECTS ARE FOR HOME BASED ONLY


AVAILABLE PROJECTS:

PROJECT: DATA CONVERSION:

CODE: 001
DEPOSITING AMOUNT: Rs.5000 INPUT PAGES: 1000 PAGES

RATE PER PAGE: Rs.10 WORK DURATION: 20 DAYS

DURATION OF THE PROJECT: 6 MONTHS RE-WORK: 2 TIMES

THE PAYMENTS DIFFER ACCORDING TO THE ACCURACY LEVELS.


CODE: 002

DEPOSITING AMOUNT: Rs.2000 INPUT PAGES: 100 PAGES

RATE PER PAGE: Rs.8 WORK DURATION: 7 DAYS

THE PAYMENTS DIFFER ACCORDING TO THE ACCURACY LEVELS.
THERE IS NO REWORK.


CODE: 003

DEPOSITING AMOUNT: Rs.3000 INPUT PAGES: 200 PAGES

RATE PER PAGE: Rs. 10 WORK DURATION: 10 DAYS

THE PAYMENTS DIFFER ACCORDING TO THE ACCURACY LEVELS.
THERE IS NO REWORK.


CODE: 004

DEPOSITING AMOUNT: Rs.5000 INPUT PAGES: 275 PAGES

RATE PER PAGE: Rs.13 WORK DURATION: 13 DAYS

DURATION OF THE PROJECT: 4 MONTHS

THE PAYMENTS DIFFER ACCORDING TO THE ACCURACY LEVELS.
THERE IS NO REWORK.



CODE: 005
DEPOSITING AMOUNT: Rs 8000
INPUT PAGES: 320 PAGES
RATE PER PAGE: Rs.18
WORK DURATION: 30 DAYS
DURATION OF THE PROJECT: 1 YEAR
THE PAYMENTS DIFFER ACCORDING TO THE ACCURACY LEVELS.
THERE IS NO REWORK.


PROJECT: DATA TYPING:

CODE: 006

DEPOSITING AMOUNT: Rs.7000 INPUT PAGES: 550 PAGES

RATE PER PAGE: Rs.13 WORK DURATION: 22 DAYS

DURATION OF THE PROJECT: 10 MONTHS RE-WORK: 1 TIME

THE PAYMENTS DIFFER ACCORDING TO THE ACCURACY LEVELS.



PROJECT:DATA ENTRY:

CODE: 007

DEPOSITING AMOUNT: Rs.6000. INPUT PAGES: 200 PAGES PER WEEK.

RATE PER PAGE: Rs.10. WORK DURATION: 7 DAYS.

DURATION OF THE PROJECT: 10 MONTHS. RE-WORK: 1 TIME

THE PAYMENTS DIFFER ACCORDING TO THE ACCURACY LEVELS.


PROJECT: DATA EDITING:

CODE: 008

DEPOSITING AMOUNT: Rs.10000. INPUT (PDF/JPEG) PAGES: 500 to 600 PAGES

WORK DURATION: 28 DAYS

ACCURACY LEVEL PAYMENTS:

100 % = 10 Rs/Page
95% to 99% = 8 Rs/Page
90% to 94% = 6 Rs/Page
85% to 90% = 2 Rs/Page
80% to 85% = 1 Rs/Page

Below 85% the page should be cancelled
The contract is for 3 years


NOTE:

To receive projects, Please send your application and payment 5 days in advance. We recommend you to deposit Cash/Cheques/DD directly by visiting your nearest UTI Bank.
Note : Please call us on 98420-06040 before you decide to send the payment.
You can Direct Cash deposit/Cheque/DD in our UTI Bank.
Send us the payment to below mentioned bank account:
UTI BANK
A/C Name : C.Dineshkumar
A/C Number : 339010100026239

Before or After making the deposit, please call us on 98420-06040 to confirm the same.

The best and cheapest option, if you dont have any of the above bank accounts, will be to send a Demand Draft in favour of " C.Dineshkumar " payable at “Pollachi” only.
After depositing the cash please make a photo copy of the deposit slip and also mention your full name, postal address, Phone number and email ID in capital letters and send the registered post to our postal address. You will also need to fill up the application form with your passport size photograph and send it along with the deposit slip.
We will dispatch the work immediately once we have received your payment. If you send the payment through the Cheque, you will receive the works only after the Cheque is cleared on our end. Please note that the amount once paid to us will not be refunded under any circumstance.

FOR MORE DETAILS:

MAIL ID: iconixtechnologys@mail.com

MOBILE: +9198420-06040

POSTAL ADDRESS:

C.DINESHKUMAR,
421,KamarajarRoad,
Peelamedu,
Coimbatore-4


ICONIX TECHNOLOGYS


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APPLICATION FORM

Name: .......................................................................

Date of Birth: ………………………………………

Sex: Male / Female

Phone Resi: ……………………………………………..
(Along with STD code)

Mobile: ………………………………………………….

E-mail Address : ………………………………………

Correspondence Address: ………………………………………………………………….

City: ……………………………………………..

Pin code: ……………………………………….

Amount retrieving method(credit/cash/DD) :..............................................
Project Name: .............................................
Project Code: ............................

I ……………………………… agree for all the above given information.



Candidates Signature.

Bus buzz!

Travelling in our college bus has inspired me to write many stories. Here follows a narration of a small situation or an incident that turned out the whole of the passengers (hope you too) into a roar of laughter.


Bus - In charge: It is been decided by the transport section that all you people should board the bus from tomorrow 5 minutes earlier than the regular timing.

An Anonymous Voice: Okay sir from tomorrow we will cut the last hour so that we could be early to the bus.

THAMARAI - A short story

“Everything! Everything is going to end by today”, thought Soori happily and haughtily years before as he walked towards the decorated seat by wearing silk dhoti and silk shirt. That was the costliest attire sticking to his skin then and even today. He got engaged to Thamarai three months back. Those three months was like thirty long years to Soori. Soori would always welcome the evenings with a KING SIZE smile. He would run out of the farmland, no matter what work he was involved in, towards the school gate, where Thamarai would emerge after the day’s classes. Soori had been to school, when he was young, to do all kind of things other than studies. As a youth he ran towards the village school to see his would-be and share a few words with her. Thamarai would usually be accompanied with two or three of her class mates as Soori talk with her. The girls who accompany will often giggle on hearing Soori’s utterances. Soori would just ignore all their giggles and keep talking to Thamarai, though she doesn’t talk much with him and accompany her friends in their giggles.

He would go at the back of Thamarai till the end of the street, where lies her house and he would go back to the farm just to pay the coolies. During evenings he would go to places in the villages where his friends would gather and take him for a ride. Its for sure that any one of his friends would have seen him going at the back of the bride everyday. They would almost kill Soori by teasing him. Very rarely he would blast at them and most of the time he just avoids his friends. On the day of his marriage he was very happy and haughty on thinking that thereafter no one in the village would dare tease him in link with Thamarai. She has become his wife and he has all rights to do anything by the aftermath of his marriage.

But what has happened to him today and at this dark hour of the day! Now the central and the biggest room of his house is full of blood………..splashed in drops here and there……….the bluish white walls bore some sprinkles too. The cement floor doesn’t have just drops but stagnated cherry coloured blood. The blood is still warm in the floor flowing from the head of Thamarai…….

Right after the day of their marriage years flew like that of a feather in a stormy day. “Probably its God’s wish that we both are denied of children”, saying so Soori and Thamarai would console themselves and shut other mouths. They both went to temples and then to many other medical centers to get a baby of their own, nothing worked out. Probably all these failures might have led Soori to get addicted to drinks. He started to spend much time and money in the village liquor shop. Thamarai got vexed by scolding, advising and by trying all other means which would bring in a change in Soori. Life for her was then full of pain and sorrow.

With the passage of time Thamarai started to bring out the hidden and forgone happiness in her. Balu was the reason for the blossoming happiness in her life. Once in the Sunday market she met Balu, who accompanied her husband (Soori) to sell the goods. Thamarai went to the fair with her friends, the neighbours, and it was an accident that she met her husband and also the eyes of Balu. She had never seen Balu before……..even on the day of her marriage, for the marriage album had all Soori’s friends and relatives except this fair and well built man, Balu.

“Hey chum here’s is my dame”, Soori introduced Thamarai to Balu. Nothing more is said by Soori about the relationship between him and Balu. Thamarai out of curiosity has several times nagged him but never got a clear cut answer. This thirst in her made her talk with Balu. First all their talks were full of questions followed by answers. As days flipped off the bend in the question marks was straightened in to exclamations and all other kinds of punctuations were invented but it never seemed to carry a full stop.

“You never said about your relation with my husband. How is he related to you?”

“Why I am here with you now lets talk about something else. Don’t ask this question redundantly my answer would be the same he is my CHUM and now you too.”, with these words Balu would hush Thamarai’s interrogations.

Thamarai today with all the blood oozed out of her skull lays calm and chill in the naked floor. Her head clashes with the thick blood in the floor. She is abreast with her blood even when it has spilt out.

As per her plan Thamarai took Soori to the near by temple by saying that the God is very powerful and would bless them with a child. Soori accepted and they were in the temple today morning. But now we see Soori resting his back against the wall of his house gazing at the huge stone with his dumb eyes. The stone like Thamarai is laying in the floor, just beside her, with the blood stains.

Though Soori’s eyes are dumb and unarticulative many things is running in his mind. He visualises Balu meeting them in the temple that morning “accidentally”, as he explained to Soori. Then they three went to the shrine and got the darshan of God. They returned from His abode to the room that Soori had hired for a day’s stay (probably to check whether he had got the blessings of God right then itself). Now it’s the room for three.

“Myself and Balu will go out on a purpose of business and will be back. Stay in the room for a while”, said Soori to Thamarai as one of his hands went round Balu’s shoulder.

“What business? We are here to pray and not for anything else”, she said angrily by protruding into the eyes of both Soori and Balu.

“It’s something very important dear! Will be back in few minutes….”, without even completing what he meant to say they went out of the room leaving her all alone.

Hours passed and by 7 in the evening Thamarai was holding the hands of Balu as they walked to the bus station, where Soori was waiting unsteadily for them.

“You have drunk”, came Thamarai unyoking her hands from that of Balu’s as soon as she saw the eyes of Soori focused towards her.

Inside the bus the cheap wine did miracles to Soori so that he was not conscious of what is happening around him. Many passengers including the conductor gave a warning about Soori’s carrousel and all they got in return was a huge grin from Balu and a giggle from Thamarai. They themselves could not help but laugh at the foolish things done by Soori.

As time passed Balu’s hands were busy moving throughout Thamarai’s body. “In a crowded bus with many on-lookers”, they thought to themselves so Balu covered Thamarai with a towel and resumed his handy work. Soori’s unconsciousness was drifting in the skies, for he had vomited part of what he had drunk and occasionally he woke up and changed his position of laying down comfortably.

“Why did you do that? With me very near you? How could you allow me to see another man’s hands busy with you private parts? Tell me you bitch? Tell me…” Soori started to cry aloud in front of his dead wife and the blood stained stone.



A story by


madhav

Hoo ey File

"My results have come."
"Wow! Sounds good…congratulations. You've proved yourself once again", idolized my honcho.
These cherishing words of my boss harboured so many wrinkles in my face. It's at this juncture I thought of reality. "Hey what happened? After all it’s an occasion to be celebrated."
"It's a thing to be celebrated but not in your point of view sir", replied I to avoid many other misunderstandings.
"WHAT?" queried my boss' eyebrows - one raising up and the other shrinking down. I learnt the imbibed question and answered "No sir, you're wrong. I flunked. I did not clear the examination."
"How then it's a celebration?" is what you think? I'll make it clear. I can go meet Durga once again in the examination hall", said I with a jubilance.
The boss starred at me for some time. Probably, I thought, "are you not ashamed to flaunt like this? You're a teacher and are you not feeling irksome about such a failure?" were the question brimming out of his mouth and mind. He is a gentleman, for he did not ask any of these questions directly and for my part I'm not a slut to imagine that I've escaped from facing all these cannons.
He ruminated about the case for some time and said "Beware! DON'T get lost."
"Thank you sir", said I with utmost sincerity and headed to the table and chair allotted for me, which would always remind me of a doorkeeper. But all these egoistic problems didn't occupy my mind for the thought of Durga is already overflowing without leaving a vacuum.
In my seat I felt myself as a stone that is plunked inside a silent pond of water. I scuttled over the thought of Durga. I started pondering over the happenings before a month:

I was caught by the clutches of examination fever after a long time. I had been writing exams for many a times but this one thrilled and threatened me. I had to touch my pen to write essays and pages after a long time and I got to stay inside a class in the same place for about three hours, were the reasons that multiplied the exam fever in me. Anyhow I prepared well, though not with the Buddhists concentration, I did prepare.
The examination day knocked my doors and I went to the exam hall. Till then I never thought of such a pileup. Before entering the exam hall I teased all my friends by foretelling that what they studiously studied would not be asked in the examination and they berated me (this is my sadistic way of having fun). With my hall tickets and fresh mental stature I entered the exam hall and it's there my eyes were snared by the cleft in the chin of that girl.
"I've never seen her in my class but how come now? Probably she would have flunked in her first attempt. Beautiful girls are not always intelligent", thought I with a proud smile in my face.
The time commenced and to my surprise the girl distributed the answer sheets through out the hall.
"A ha! She is not a student but an invigilator. Wow!" blurted out my mind.
Half - an - hour and one hour flew with my head and mind sticking to the answer sheet. I was striving hard against time to complete my answer sheet.
"Don't turn your head and open your mouth. If it can't be done please get out." shunned the exam invigilator.
I laughed when I saw a man in his late thirties or even early 40's as the barer of these harsh words and the silly act of copying the neighbour's paper. "Useless fellow", said I and swinged my head towards the examiner. "GOSH!" she was looking much beautiful with her fierce eyes. "A young lady scolding and terrorising a man, elder to her. Wow! She is a moralistic and good woman. She is an epitome of womanhood…" my accolade for her lengthened. That day's exam came to an end. I gave the paper by completing four questions out of five. In the four two were in the dilute form.
I kept watching her throughout the stay inside the exam hall and even when I turned back home. She refused to go away. I was waiting for the dawn, not just because it was a Sunday but I was going to see her once again the next day too.
Saturday I took one of my friends with me to the exam with a promise that I would provide him all the answers but fate laid its hands on him and me so I didn't turn towards his side. This made him angry and thus I alone went to the exam centre, MC Higher Secondary School, Madurai.
I went straight to the exam hall and there I thanked God for accepting my prayer: "God please make her come to my class room." I sat there even before exam commenced and never moved my eyes away from her. She starred at me and never looked at me. "She didn't like me. But I love her", insisted my heart. I rarely concentrated in my answer paper.
Three hours fled away and I was the last one to come out of the class. I was determined to talk with her and if possible even propose to her. I gave her the paper and asked, "your face sounds familiar to me. Have you seen me earlier?"
"I've never seen you and I don't feel so.," said she. I felt it to be as of some one smacking on my face.
But I love her. So I asked her "may I know your name?"
"Why?" she asked with a monosyllable.
"Because I love you", is what I thought of saying but I didn't have enough guts. No other go "please tell me. I like to know that. Please! Please! Please!" I begged.
"Durga." she answered and started walking out of the hall.
I felt happy and excited and it took me a few minutes to come out of the hall. When I came out I found no more of her. I searched throughout the campus but in vain. After few thoughts and with the hope that I will see her the next weekend I left the school.
ONE WEEK LATER.
A week's time did not bring in much change in me. I shared this with almost all my friends and they started teasing me, some kindled me, a few passed negative remarks about my character, but everybody wished me all the best the Friday night.
I went into the exam hall and scolded God for not making Durga come to my exam hall. I felt bad and the exam papers too. I completed the exams early and went in search of Durga. I fixed her and was waiting out of her class. She again was looking terribly good.
She always had the charm in her face, always came in beautiful saree, her round face and the cleft in her chin were the things attracted me for I know nothing about her other than her boldness, ethical and moral nature.
The exam came to an end. Durga as usual came out of the examination hall a few minutes late. She took a long time in verifying the answer sheets that would help her avoid certain inconveniences. She came out just to shun at me I think. I stood at her way and she starred at me. She detoured and headed towards the superindent.
"I want to talk with you. Just two minutes.", said I running at the back of her.
She stopped.
"Only two minutes."
"What do you want to talk?"
"Gee… nothing."
"I'm busy. I've got some work.", saying so she rushed off with a faster pace. I stood in the play ground for some time. I did not know why I stood so I left the place.

Even after a month all these happenings stood afresh in my mind. Now my Boss' words made me feel guilty. I was ruminating with a vague eye, in an obscure manner. Days passed by and I applied once again for my exam. After all I have to get through the exams. This time I didn't ask money from my dad, instead I paid from my purse.
"I'll be a success in my exams and also in getting Durga.", I kept repeating these words to my friends.
The day of examination arrived. "Today I should get as many additional sheets as possible even if Durga came as an examiner", promised I (to myself), before entering the exam hall.
I've been strenuous in my preparation. The exam started…NO Durga! It did not do anything in me. I started writing the answers one after another. I took the whole of three hours to complete my paper. I came out of the exam hall with a smile of satisfaction and it is now I saw Durga after a long time. My heart plunged into the cleft of her chin. It started oscillating as if trying to come out of her chin but never did it come out.
There was some chemical change in me that instigated me to go towards Durga.
DURGA! DURGA! DURGA…!
I went towards her but she ran down the stairs and hid herself inside a room. I stood waiting for her for a long time but she did not turn up. I felt sad and so returned home.
The next day, again, I had an exam and I came to the school a bit early "in order to study", I said my mother. The very first face I met - with was that of Durga's. She stood near the vehicle parking lot.
She had a dark blue saree. It was a perfect match to her. The way she winds her saree around her is again a thing that attracted me. She must be an expert in wearing a saree. She did it artistically.
I went near her. Just to share a few thoughts of my heart.
"What do you want? Why do come near when I'm alone?", poor girl put forth all these queries because of the threat. I felt the fright in her heart. I felt it. She also raised her voice when she asked the second question.
"Please. Be quiet. There is no need to attract other ears."
"What do you want?", asked my angel.
"I'M SORRY. I just wanted to ask you whether you would marry me or not? But the way you ran on seeing me has introduced me to myself as a third rate villain. Till today I've threatened no girl. I'm sorry for doing so. Here after don't run on seeing me. I don't like it…I can no more bare it.", saying so I vacated the place and stood just opposite to her and rummaged through my books and notes. I wrote the exam…never waited for her after my completion.

Experience of
madhav

A small JOKE

Recent days I receive many messages from my students (I'm a lecturer) with no names. I got to become 007 and find who they are. Here is a small message, I call it a joke, I received from a student. Hope you enjoy reading it.

My mobile beeped: Did you remember me?

His mobile would have beeped: No. I don't know who you are. Ur English is bad. It is not did you but it is DO YOU REMEMBER me...

FEW SECONDS LATER!!!

My mobile beeped: I am your student sir. You taught me English sir.