Partnership – Flipkart and Asus

Partnership between Flipkart and Asus

Well know Indian eCommerce company – Flipkart and Taiwan based Electronics company – Asus announced their long-term partnership, where Flipkart will sell Asus’s smartphones series online in India which will be manufactured as per the requirement and demand of Indian consumer. Both companies will support each other on marketing and distribution.

Hope this alliance will profitable for Indian Consumer. Let’s hope for better.

Also, the alliance announced that they will launch ‘ZenFone Max Pro’. Mr. K Krishnamurty, CFO – Flipkart, said: “Flipkart will provide researched data of Indian consumer to built smartphone based on provided data”.

Also, Asus announced that according to Digital CSR (Corporate Social Partnership), they will provide digital awareness to the people.

Hope, this alliance will work well for a long time.

Download And Install The FlipKart App For Pc

Are you the type of person who loves shopping online? If you are in India then you must know about FlipKart. If you are here to learn about FlipKart app for PC then here are some important things that you should know.

What is FlipKart?

Flipkart is the No.1 online selling or shopping platform in India established back in 2007. It has since made its success in the country’s e-commerce. And if you are into shopping online or you would rather prefer purchasing stuff using your mobile phone, then you must have visited FlipKart every now and then. One thing i love about this company is their customer support team, flikpart customer care is just awesome.

Available FlipKart app versions

For desktop users, there is a FlipKart app for PC but you will need Windows 8, 8.1, or 10’s Windows Store to install the app. The only properly working FlipKart interface presently is the mobile app for Android and iOS users. If you happen to be using the earlier versions of Windows such as Windows 7 or the obsolete Windows XP, you will need an Android emulator to install it.

FlipKart app for PC

The Windows Store version is alright at best. It does not really have many features and there have been some reported bugs when using it. It crashes frequently and performs terribly. This is perhaps due to the developers for Windows PC version is not as enthusiastic anymore. Who could blame them? Windows Apps are dying if not yet dead already as the Windows Mobile platform has gone haywire since 2016.

Yes, unfortunately, there is no full-fledged Windows version for FlipKart app for PC. The only way to install the app Windows machines is on Android emulators. The best emulators right now are BlueStacks and NOX. You can download bluestacks from here.

Using BlueStacks and NOX is pretty much the same way. Whichever you prefer using, the procedure is similar. Here is how it is done:

Installing FlipKart using Android emulator on PC

  1. First, you must have a good Windows system. The minimum is at least a dual-core CPU and 4GB of RAM. You should also have more than 10GB of free storage on your hard drive. Any lower specification will likely be unpleasant, laggy, or worse randomly crashing.
  2. Download and install BlueStacks or NOX.
  3. As soon as the installation is finished, log in using your Google account or Gmail.
  4. Open the pre-installed Play Store in the emulator and search for “FlipKart”.
  5. Once installed, click and open the app. Then get ready to shop all you want.

Other ways to access FlipKart

If you really want to access the FlipKart site, just use any browser installed on your Windows machine. It is much reliable and the content is richer. Some say it is even better than the FlipKart Android version app. But it would have been great if Microsoft improves Windows app support. A fully working FlipKart app on Windows without using an emulator would be nice for some users that are a fan of the shopping platform.

What do you think? Should the people from FlipKart make their very own fully-functioning FlipKart app for Windows?

Leave your comments below and let us know what you think.

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How To Change Jio Dongle Password (Easy Guide)

If you find the need to change your Jio dongle WiFi password but do not know where to start, you just found the right place to learn about it. In this article, we will teach how to change Jio dongle password the easiest way possible.

Just remember that when you change your password, you must make sure that you can remember it. Or else you will not be able to access the Jio WiFi network. Although it is still possible to reset the Jio device in case that scenario happens. So without further ado, here is the guide on how to change your Jio dongle password.

Here’s how to change Jio Dongle Password

  1. Switch on your Jio dongle device.
  2. Connect your smartphone or laptop to the WiFi network.
  3. Open your web browser. It could be Google Chrome, Mozilla Firefox, or Internet Explorer.
  4. On the search bar, type http://192.168.l.l and enter.Change Jio Dongle Password
  5. A prompt will appear. If you have not changed the username and password for the user interface or administrator login page then you may enter the default login details. Use administrator for username and administrator for the password.
  6. As soon as you are in the administrator user interface, find the Network and then the WiFi configuration and click on it.Change Jio Dongle Password
  7. Below, you will find the password. Enter your new password and apply.Change Jio Dongle Password
  8. All your devices that are connected to the WiFi will be disconnected. That means you will have to reconnect them again but this time, you will use the new password you have entered.

Note: Make sure to use a password combination that is both easy to remember for you and hard for everybody else to guess or figure out. If you have to save a copy of the password, please make sure to keep the copy to a safe area where no one else could access it.

Other interesting topic: Taking it all so personally. ,Your Silence Will Not Save You


Not a cancer diagnosis goes by without someone saying, “Keep a positive attitude. That makes all the difference.”   Well… no.  Having health insurance, access to good doctors, a strong support system, the means for self-care, the ability to self-advocate, and getting a form of breast cancer that is treatable… THOSE make all the difference.

A woman who suffers debilitating side effects or dies, her attitude wasn’t positive enough?

I don’t really believe that most people mean to blame the victim. Yes, there are exploiters out to boost bank accounts and fragile egos, but for the most part, I think it’s a lack of clear thinking.  If we tell a woman to stay positive, where is she to go with her negative thoughts? I guarantee you they are there — dark and scary and ugly. It’s not the sum total of who she is, but the darkness is real and needs an outlet.

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I’ve noticed a backlash just as silencing. If you don’t show appropriate levels of anger, you are a bubble-headed flake.

I deeply resent these culture wars and the way they distract us from the goal.  A discussion is good. Disparaging another, or even deciding what another person’s truth is, is not. Being human is alienating enough, let’s not add to it.  So in the interest of bridging, here are some of my most unpopular thoughts.

  • I had, and sometimes still have, bad days trying to cope with cancer and its fallout. But for the most part, my life is pretty flipping awesome.
  • Dealing with my cancer diagnosis forced me to strip my life down to the bones.  I like it better this way.  (please note: I get credit for that, not cancer.)
  • Post cancer, I live my life more deliberately and with more conscious appreciation.
  • I had a lot of pain during the last half of my radiation treatments. Other than that, my year of treatment carried very few side effects.
  • I lost some feeling under my right armpit from lymph node removal. Scar tissue can be painful, limiting my ability to do side planks in yoga. My pectoral muscle was compromised by mastectomy, so some arm exercises can be difficult.  Not impossible.  I have no other long-term physical side effects.
  • I don’t complain much about my diagnosis.  It’s no more and no less than a part of my reality.  I try to make an impact in the world and find excessive hand-wringing to be counter-productive.
  • I am an optimist, which means I believe in a universe that is predominately benevolent.  It doesn’t mean that I ignore the obvious downside of cancer, but it does keep me moving through life without falling off the cliff of despondency.
  • I don’t believe there is a “right” answer. The simple and complicated truth is that we need to be honest, we need to examine our own lives and make corrections as needed. As William Stafford says, “it is important that awake people be awake…the darkness around us is deep.”

Mother: A Poem

Dedicated to a friend of mine, whose mother is ill.  I’ve been waiting for the right time to post this.  It’s one of my favorite poems.  We’re also approaching Earth Day, and this seems appropriate for that too.

Erica Mann Jong

Ash falls on the roof
of my house.

I have cursed you enough
in the lines of my poems
& between them,
in the silences which fall
like ash-flakes
on the watertank
from a smog-bound sky.

I have cursed you
because I remember
the smell of Joy
on a sealskin coat
& because I feel
more abandoned than a baby seal
on an ice floe red
with it’s mother’s blood.

I have cursed you
as I walked & prayed
on a concrete terrace
high above the street
because whatever I pulled down
with my bruised hand
from the bruising sky,
whatever lovely plum
came to my mouth
you envied
& spat out.

Because you saw me in your image,
because you favored me,
you punished me.

It was only a form of you
my poems were seeking.
Neither of us knew.

For years
we lived together in a single skin.

We shared fur coats.
We hated each other
as the soul hates the body
for being weak,
as the mind hates the stomach
for needing food,
as one lover hates the other.

I kicked
in the pouch of your theories
like a baby kangaroo.

I believed you
on Marx, on Darwin,
on Tolstoy & Shaw.
I said I loved Pushkin
(you loved him).
I vowed Monet
was better than Bosch.

Who cared?

I would have said nonsense
to please you
& frequently did.

This took the form,
of course,
of fighting you.

We fought so gorgeously!

We fought like one boxer
& his punching bag.
We fought like mismatched twins.
We fought like the secret sharer
& his shade.

Now we’re apart.
Time doesn’t heal
the baby to the womb.
Separateness is real
& keeps on growing.

One by one the mothers
drop away,
the lovers leave,
the babies outgrow clothes.

Some get insomnia —
the poet’s disease —
& sit up nights
at the nipples
of their pens.

I have made hot milk
& kissed you where you are.
I have cursed my curses.
I have cleared the air.
& now I sit here writing,
breathing you.

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Self-limiting Beliefs

Readers of a certain age will remember the last lines of The Breakfast Club…

Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong, but we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us – in the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain and an athlete and a basket case; a princess and a criminal.

Every time I start to write a post like this, I imagine people rolling their eyes and laughing at me for sounding like this 80s Brat Pack movie.

But really: it’s kind of profound, don’t you think?

Whenever I tell people that I write a blog, magazine articles, or even attend writing classes, at least one person responds, “Oh, that’s great.  I am not a writer.”

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Huh?  I think.  Everyone is a writer.  I’ve told people many times that knowing where to put a comma vs. a semi-colon isn’t the same as writing.  I try to stay away from my natural tendency to tell everyone how to live their lives, but if I could give everyone one piece of advice, it is to keep a daily journal.  Whatever that means.  For me, it means a notebook and a timer set for 15 minutes every morning.  And whatever is on my mind comes out.  Mostly simple and banal, mostly just a full bucket that needs some emptying.  This process clears out the murk and allows me to think more clearly and creatively.

A writer, I tell people, is just a person who writes.  It’s not necessarily Ernest Hemingway.

A few weeks ago, I decided to start a running program with an eye toward running a 5K in early May.  For some of you, that may sound like a lame goal, but it’s a big deal for me.  It means that I am learning to set realistic goals for myself.  That increases my chance of success, but also makes me more accountable, and therefore vulnerable to public scorn in the face of failure.  That’s a great attitude, huh?

As with any new project, I started this one by spending a lot of money.  I went to the local running store to get fitted for proper running shoes.  Do I pronate?  Superpronate?  I studied my shoes and had no idea, so I thought it best be answered by the experts.  During the conversation with the shoe fitting guru, he asked me what I’m working on.  I told him and found myself demeaning myself, or perhaps giving myself an out by saying, “I am so not a runner.”

He looked at me and said, “Anyone can be a runner.  A runner is just a person who runs.”


Fear of failure?  Fear of success?   Excuses?

I don’t know.  But it’s got me actually catching myself before I tell people how I’m not an artist, or a musician, or a math wizard, or any number of things I say I’m not.

I am sure of one thing – Words Matter.   There is a difference between telling someone that I am not a runner and telling someone that I’ve never seriously tried running before.  One eliminates potential.  One puts the onus on me to try, or not to try.

Geology Lesson

Inspired by a trip my family took to Mammoth Cave National Park earlier this month.

Geology Lesson
-Katie Ford Hall

A single drop starts it all
Mingling with air it
picks up carbon and
becomes mildly acidic,
the way you might
absorb the
bad childhood
of that one special
person you
tried to save –
the project.
The one who drops
his baggage on the way
out the door.
The one whose pain
wears a small but hard

edge on you.
If that drop falls on
sandstone it
tries again somewhere else.
Like that bible story about
mustard seeds and
But if that drop finds
it makes a tiny imprint
and a hundred years later
a few more drops hit
the same spot and
the dent gets bigger.
Thousands more and you have

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a cave and tourists led
by slaves with candles,
probably glad to get away
from back-breaking fields
of tobacco.
In the damp 55 degrees
one hand brushes another
and oversized shadows dance
grotesque on droplet-
hewn stone walls.
Maybe there’s something
charged with possibility on
its way to becoming lore
or maybe it’s another
forgettable moment of
nothing at all.

Flying Pig

Even though I’m only up to running 2.25 miles, I think I’m going to go ahead with my plan for running the 5K in Cincinnati’s Flying Pig Marathon this weekend.  What’s the worse that can happen?  I mean, other than sudden death and broken bones and crushed spirits?  Maybe I’ll have to walk part of it.

What my iPod looks like

So here’s where you come in.  What iPod songs do you recommend?  Here’s what I ran to yesterday, so you can get a feel for my taste. I’ve picked a few hours of music from my iTunes, but am wondering if you have any favorites I might be missing.

Suspect Device, Stiff Little Fingers
Church of the Holy Spook, Shane MacGowan, and the Popes
A-Bomb in Wardour Street, The Jam
Be Sweet, Afghan Whigs
Series of Dreams, Bob Dylan
Thunder on the Mountain, Bob Dylan
Just Like Heaven, Dinosaur Jr
Dreaming, Blondie

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10 Things They Won’t Tell You

I get as tired as anyone of all those top 5 things to do to be happy or top 10 things to do to become a millionaire. Lists are usually too generic to be meaningful or generalize things that should remain specific. However, I heard this guy on Talk of the Nation today and though his list was phenomenal.

From WSJ, 10 Things Your Commencement Speaker Won’t Tell You by Charles Wheelan.  Do you have any to add or modify?

1. Your time in fraternity basements was well spent.

The same goes for the time you spent playing intramural sports, working on the school newspaper or just hanging with friends. Research tells us that one of the most important causal factors associated with happiness and well-being is your meaningful connections with other human beings. Look around today. Certainly, one benchmark of your postgraduation success should be how many of these people are still your close friends in 10 or 20 years.

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2. Some of your worst days lie ahead.

Graduation is a happy day. But my job is to tell you that if you are going to do anything worthwhile, you will face periods of grinding self-doubt and failure. Be prepared to work through them. I’ll spare you my personal details, other than to say that one year after college graduation I had no job, less than $500 in assets, and I was living with an elderly retired couple. The only difference between when I graduated and today is that now no one can afford to retire.

3. Don’t make the world worse.

I know that I’m supposed to tell you to aspire to great things. But I’m going to lower the bar here: Just don’t use your prodigious talents to mess things up. Too many smart people are doing that already. And if you really want to cause social mayhem, it helps to have an Ivy League degree. You are smart and motivated and creative. Everyone will tell you that you can change the world. They are right but remember that “changing the world” also can include things like skirting financial regulations and selling unhealthy foods to increasingly obese children. I am not asking you to cure cancer. I am just asking you not to spread it.

4. Marry someone smarter than you are.

 When I was getting a Ph.D., my wife Leah had a steady income. When she wanted to start a software company, I had a job with health benefits. (To clarify, having a “spouse with benefits” is different from having a “friend with benefits.”) You will do better in life if you have a second economic oar in the water. I also want to alert you to the fact that commencement is like shooting smart fish in a barrel. The Phi Beta Kappa members will have pink-and-blue ribbons on their gowns. The summa cum laude graduates have their names printed in the program. Seize the opportunity!

5. Help stop the Little League arms race.

Kids’ sports are becoming ridiculously structured and competitive. What happened to play baseball because it’s fun? We are systematically creating races out of things that ought to be a journey. We know that success isn’t about simply running faster than everyone else in some predetermined direction. Yet the message we are sending from birth is that if you don’t make the traveling soccer team or get into the “right” school, then you will somehow finish life with fewer points than everyone else. That’s not right. You’ll never read the following obituary: “Bob Smith died yesterday at the age of 74. He finished life in 186th place.”

6. Read obituaries

They are just like biographies, only shorter. They remind us that interesting, successful people rarely lead orderly, linear lives.

7. Your parents don’t want what is best for you.

They want what is good for you, which isn’t always the same thing. There is a natural instinct to protect our children from risk and discomfort, and therefore to urge safe choices. Theodore Roosevelt—soldier, explorer, president—once remarked, “It is hard to fail, but it is worse never to have tried to succeed.” Great quote, but I am willing to bet that Teddy’s mother wanted him to be a doctor or a lawyer.

8. Don’t model your life after a circus animal.

Performing animals do tricks because their trainers throw them peanuts or small fish for doing so. You should aspire to do better. You will be a friend, a parent, a coach, an employee—and so on. But only in your job will you be explicitly evaluated and rewarded for your performance. Don’t let your life decisions be distorted by the fact that your boss is the only one tossing you peanuts. If you leave a work task undone in order to meet a friend for dinner, then you are “shirking” your work. But it’s also true that if you cancel dinner to finish your work, then you are shirking your friendship. That’s just not how we usually think of it.

9. It’s all borrowed time.

You shouldn’t take anything for granted, not even tomorrow. I offer you the “hit by a bus” rule. Would I regret spending my life this way if I were to get hit by a bus next week or next year? And the important corollary: Does this path lead to a life I will be happy with and proud of in 10 or 20 years if I don’t get hit by a bus.

10. Don’t try to be great.

Being great involves luck and other circumstances beyond your control. The less you think about being great, the more likely it is to happen. And if it doesn’t, there is absolutely nothing wrong with being solid.

Good luck and congratulations.

Your Silence Will Not Save You

That title is a paraphrase of a quote by Audre Lorde.

Late last week, we learned that Adam Yauch died at age 47.  A cultural icon for my generation, many knew him as MCA from the Beastie Boys.  In 2009, he was diagnosed with salivary gland cancer, a diagnosis only 2 in 100,000 American adults receive every year.

I didn’t know anything about Yauch, but read up about him over the weekend.  His story seems to be representative of my Generation X’s trajectory.  The Beastie Boys came across like screwed up New York punks, synthesizing the anger of hardcore and hip-hop; spitting out irreverence toward the status quo.  Less flamboyantly, he was a social activist, founding the Milrepa Foundation, active in the Free Tibet movement.  He was a Buddhist, even a personal acquaintance of the Dalai Lama.  He founded a film company, Oscilloscope Laboratories, which acquires, produces, and distributes independent films.  I think it’s our generation’s pattern — disillusioned by the weird 70s and Reagan 80s becomes angry then a spiritual seeker than a social entrepreneur writ large.

Now I hope he can continue to help us change the world.  When his death was announced on Friday, the headlines said that he died after a three year battle with cancer.

A hush falls over the room.  We suck the air in loudly and say “oooooh.”  We stop asking questions.

I have a few though, especially as related to this quote from his mother in the New York Times.

He had been admitted to the hospital on April 14 after a three-year battle with cancer of the salivary gland. He was conscious until the end.

“He was a very courageous person,” his mother, Frances Yauch, said. “He fought a long battle with cancer. He was hopeful to the very end.”

Mrs. Yauch said [he] had been undergoing chemotherapy this spring, but his health deteriorated rapidly over the last two weeks. “It all just seemed to happen overnight,” she said.

It’s a story I’ve heard before and absented any real details, I am left to wonder if cancer killed him or if he died of complications from treatment.  Chemotherapy is toxic by nature.  It’s how the cancer is killed, but it brings collateral damage.  White blood cells are knocked out too, leaving people susceptible to potentially deadly infections like pneumonia.

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You’ll not hear me say that we need to scrap chemotherapy.  But here comes the “you’re either with us or you’re against us” dichotomous thinking.  We get stuck in that old pattern of not being able to speak up about the downsides of a good thing, lest we are labeled ungrateful.  But how will we ever improve treatments if we can’t have a frank discussion about the limitations of what we currently have?

Maybe Yauch’s cancer was so rare that it’s never been researched.  Maybe they only had experimental drugs that carried severe side effects and maybe he knew that and took the risk.  Maybe he had metastases that destroyed his vital organs.

I do believe in his right to privacy, of course, and have nothing but the deepest sympathy for his wife and daughter.  I know that to them, and to everyone who loved him, these questions might not matter.

But they should matter to the rest of us.  How effective are our current treatments?  What is the risk?  How can we make it better?

To all you advocates, let’s not just drop this, ok?  Let’s not allow the headlines of “death” and “cancer” lead us to assume that we understand the inevitability, the connection between the two.

Don’t stop asking questions.

I’ll leave you with a confession, then, of course, a video.  I never liked the Beastie Boys.  My husband is a huge fan and when he told me Friday MCA died, I was all like, WHO?  That said, I like this one.