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[nsebullcom]

Maruti suzuki: Maruti Suzuki and Audi announce price hikes

The country’s largest carmaker Maruti Suzuki Monday said it will raise prices across its range of vehicles due to inflationary pressures and an increase in commodity costs with effect from January 2024. The price increase will vary across models, the company said. In a statement to the bourses, Maruti Suzuki said, “The company has planned to increase the prices of its cars in January, 2024 on…

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omg i lost a fic omg PLEASEEE WHO WROTE THE MSIL ORDER BRIDE RESDER X SIMON PLEASEEEE

[rampagingpoet]

We are once again seeing the impact of splitting the left vote here in BC.

As it stands, the election is too close to call. Everything hinges on the last few seats. If current leads hold for the final ballot boxes, we'll have an NDP-GREEN minority government. But if even two seats flip, it'll be a Conservative majority.

Many of these races are coming down to a couple hundred votes difference between the Conservatives and the NDP. Often in ridings where the Green Party received thousands of votes. Sure there are some ridings where the Conservatives were genuinely preferred by the electorate - where they got something like 75% of the vote and crushed the left. But there are also a lot of ridings with like a 44-43-9 split where the left splitting between two parties handed the Conservatives the win.

In better news, advance polls and vote-by-msil had record turnouts. Good on everyone for making sure they voted by any means available!

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On the topic of Muzuri, was there a specific reason for why Msil was rejected? Or perhaps Mzil? (The second one is more for aesthetic purposes, my justification being that Banica only has one n iirc so a one-to-one conversion from lism doesn't appear to be necessary.) I know that was like a decade ago but I don't remember it ever being spelled out. Since it is just lism backwards, and thus a visual pun, the readers' interpretation of the pronunciation (eg "moozle", "[da]msel") shouldn't matter, right?

I wrote a lot of words for someone who's not that invested in a minor character's name localization, but I was curious nonetheless

That particular translation was either before my time or so long ago that I don't really remember what the real reasoning was, but I think it's just because Msil or Mzil look unpronounceable, or at least don't lend themselves to intuitive pronunciation from an American English perspective, which is where a lot of the translations are coming from. It does sort of matter how fans are saying it, even if it gets the pun right, because mothy didn't create the name "Muzuri" with the intention of it being difficult to pronounce.

In Japanese, you reverse syllables, not letters--(almost) every consonant is paired with a vowel, so you're never going to have something impossible to say. Banica's name is not "canniba" reversed in English, because that would be "Abinac". It's just the syllables backwards--we lucked out that "Banika" very cleanly and easily romanizes to "Banica", which contains most of the right letters. "Muzuri" has a pretty clear and possible pronunciation in Japanese, but Mzil is not intuitive in the same way to an English reader.

[ipobrain]

Fundamental Analysis of Maruti Suzuki

Established in February 1981 as Maruti Udyog Limited, Maruti Suzuki India Limited (MSIL) is now the largest passenger car manufacturer in India. A joint venture between the Government of India and Suzuki Motor Corporation of Japan, the latter currently holds a 58.19% stake in the company. With a diverse portfolio of 16 car models and over 150 variants, Maruti Suzuki caters to various consumer segments, from entry-level small cars like the Alto to the luxury sedan Ciaz.

Sales and Industry Trends

Indian passenger vehicle industry saw record sales of 4.1 million units in 2023, becoming the third largest market globally

Share of utility vehicles in the industry increased to 53% in Q3, with SUVs contributing to about 63%

CNG vehicles saw a share increase to about 16.5% in the industry, with CNG sales reaching an all-time high of ~30%

Company crossed annual sales milestone of 2 million units in 2023 and had highest ever exports of about 270,000 units

Q3 FY23–24 saw total sales of 501,207 vehicles, with net profit rising over 33% year-on-year

Retail sales in Q3 were higher than wholesales, with discounts of INR 23,300 per vehicle

Maruti Suzuki Financials

Revenue and Net Profit: In FY23, Maruti Suzuki witnessed a YoY increase of 33.10% in revenue, reaching Rs. 1,17,571.30 crore, with a net profit of Rs. 8,211 crore, marking a 111.65% YoY increase.

Profit Margins: Operating Profit Margin (OPM) and Net Profit Margin (NPM) improved in FY23, standing at 9% and 6.83%, respectively.

Return Ratios: Return on Equity (RoE) and Return on Capital Employed (RoCE) showed improvements in FY23, reaching 13.28% and 16.02%, respectively.

Debt Analysis: The Debt to Equity ratio slightly increased to 0.02 in FY23, with a healthy Interest Coverage ratio of 70.37.

[haunting-hari]

peleioepr msil: dwna sorne

..i think the peliper smoked a fat one before delivering this one boys

[fated-furret]

Quick find the pelipper mail ask so people can send you shit also do you know where you are!

WNAT PRLLIPRR MSIL SK???????????

ANND NO! IMON T HE MIDL3 OF NOABEre

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Sugar sweet

Pairing: John price x assistant! Reader

Warning: unspecified age gap, 'bratty' reader, brief description of past, implied emotional neglect, mild/tame bits of angst, reader is kinda pathetic but we salute her, AFAB/female! Reader, suggestive content at the end, Mild NSFW at end, brief sexual fantasies (oral - male receiving) , John is pining in his own way

Tag: msil

Apologies. I've never written for Price so please bare with me if he's ooc. This is my firt time posting writing on here 🙏 but I got a spark of courage from some encouragement!I absolutely love this idea and couldn't help but be inspired. Full credit to Dante for the prompt. I just got writing fuel from it.

Was it so wrong to want some praise for your hard work? To want to hear “good job” for once in your life? You did a good job, and you know that. Your salary reflects it, along with a few appreciative pats from others. You often hear murmurs from colleagues who say, “You just work too hard; take a break,” along with their well-meaning concerns. But you liked being busy—helping those who sacrificed so much for everyone else, often with little reward, just paperwork, bruises, and bleeding wounds. Your hands were rough from the grit on your gun grinding against your palms and fingertips.

You were just being grateful. Helpful.

And a helpful little bird you were—always fluttering around Price’s office. This time, you brought him a fresh cup of coffee and a bagel: egg, sausage, and spinach. You left it at his desk to the side so his arm wouldn’t knock it over. Taking a silent breath, you stood there, lingering, hands clasped behind you, as your eyes flitted over the man currently hunched over his desk and the food you had brought.

Another beat passed. Nothing.

He let out a small grunt as he shifted in his seat, giving a small sniff as he continued to drag his eyes along each word, scratching a few out with a thick black Sharpie. His thick brows were pinched tight, creasing his forehead—a look you were all too familiar with when it came to Price. It always made him look older, though the air he gave off already did that just fine, making the wrinkles forming around his eyes and on his forehead more prominent. He squinted at the words as if each one were an offense.

“I thought you’d like something to eat; I haven’t seen you have anything for a few hours, so—” you gestured to the bagel, a smile curled on your lips. The tinted lip balm gave them a pleasant shine and a healthy hue, and a faint taste of strawberries lingered on your tongue from when you had licked your lips, nerves tight in your core before entering his office.

And once again—nothing.

He only vaguely acknowledged it, barely glancing before he reached for the coffee and took a sip. A small gruff sound escaped him as the warmth pooled down his throat.

You faltered, but your smile remained brave in the face of his stoic behavior. “Well, I’ll leave you be,” you said, the words coming out cheery in your desperate attempt to not sound as awkward as you felt.

You shuffled toward the door after a few more seconds of waiting. Maybe, just maybe-

“Love?”

Instantly, you whipped around, chest puffing out as your heels squeaked against the floor. “Yes, sir?”

“Blue suits you.”

Your face twisted as you paused, about to ask what he meant. Looking down at yourself, you saw a crisp white blouse snugly tucked into a black pencil skirt—one that was smaller than you had anticipated. You had noticed it seemed to draw his attention more often than not, so the purchase didn’t seem to be all for nothing. There was only a single hint of blue on you, except for your—

Blood rushed to your cheeks as you let out a sharp gasp. Immediately, you twisted around to see that the skirt had ridden up, revealing the edge of your baby blue panties stretched across your backside. The lace trim was exposed for all to see. Hastily, you pushed down the fabric of your skirt, adjusting it to sit better on your hips. Smoothing it down was when you saw it: his eyes finally lifted from the paper, a steaming mug pressed to his lips. A pleased crinkle appeared in his eye as he took in everything.

You had never left his office faster. Your face was too warm—much too warm. Before you knew it, you were stumbling into the bathroom, splashing water onto your face to cool down. Lifting your head to stare at your reflection, you cursed. Your mascara had smudged, streaking down your cheeks as if you had cried. The light, natural shade of your eyeshadow was now splotchy and smeared around your eyes. You pressed your lips together in a tight purse, scolding yourself for your forgetfulness.

Yanking rough tissues from the dispenser, you dabbed at your face, trying to salvage what makeup remained.

Standing amid the dim lighting of the bathroom, you couldn’t help but stare. What were you doing? A woman your age prancing around in short skirts and makeup? Sure, you had always been inclined to doll yourself up, but it had usually been a treat—something to anticipate after a rough week. Now, it felt like a routine, ensuring you had a pretty glow and your best features enhanced. When did you become so desperate for such minimal attention?

Perhaps it was when your father always hummed in stiff, dry tones whenever you spoke. Or when your mother would glance up from her phone, scrolling while you tried to show her something you were proud of, only for her to finally respond to something you had said five sentences ago.

Maybe it was when you did your best at everything—school work, getting a job as soon as possible, and even landing an office position mere months after finishing your education. Always made sure the house is clean and never ask your parents for help, despite feeling sickly and overwhelmed. Always doing your very best to remain as pleasant as possible and chase any spontaneous kiss to your head and word of approval from either of them. But the majority of the time, it was nothing. After all, you were expected to do well. So independent and mature at such a young age. How well they must have raised you to be so self-sufficient. They would praise so highly to their friends. Expected to have a good job and a happy air to you.

After all, you were so lucky. They were people having it worse than you. Why would you ever feel so low you wanted to quit everything and grovel in your bed?

Or it could have started when friends would always have an excuse to decline your plans or something last minute came up. Dates always having you carry the conversation after having to endure hours of dry texting and inconsistent messages.

A nagging need to just hear one satisfied hum. To feel a ruffle to your hair or a firm pat on your shoulder. The sweet euphoria of hearing a pleased “Good girl”. You craved it like how a chef always twitched to snag a cigarette between their lips. An itch you could never scratch no matter how many times you self-affirmed with loving post-stick notes on your bedroom mirror and muttered endless approval to yourself for the most simple of things.

You huffed as you shook your head. Why bother with such a man like Price? The only time he seemed to even bat an eye in your direction was when you flashed your legs or your shirt hugged your breasts too tight. You were mere meat and he was a hungry dog. A frown grew on your lips as you patted your cheeks. Glaring at your reflection as you fixed yourself up and pushed out of the bathroom.

It started with your wardrobe; wearing trousers that looked smart enough for your job but gave your shape no compliments. Its rigid seams even making your hips look boxier and your legs shorter as you trade your polished heels for simple flats. Your blouses no longer hugged the curve of your chest. And if you wanted the relief skirts gave then it was unshapely skirts – pleated or plain and sleek – that ended half way down to your calf.

And then it was the coffee. It tasted the same? Then why bother with saving an extra palmful of cash for the fancy brand. You served it in John’s signature mug with the same beaming smile and didn’t waste your time to linger. To wait for any response. Bustling down the halls with files tucked to your chest. With the extra cash now staying in your pockets you treated yourself to paying for a nice cake or an overpriced coffee of your own that gave you that needed rush for the busy day.

Head held high as you gave up your pursuit. You were always such a independent girl.

And Price? Well, as soon as he tasted the bland blend of coffee he frowned. Lips smacking as the familiar graininess of the bases blend hit his tongue. His head lifting but you were already gone. Huffing like a bull every time he drank from it. In the end, it went cold half drunk and staining the white mug.

And your clothes; what happened to his pretty bird? Sure, your beauty wasn’t easy to conceal and the lack of powder to your face didn’t change the natural charm of your features. But he had to hide his scowl of disapproval as he saw you were in another long skirt. It was flowy and dull. Those pretty legs hidden from his view. His hand digging against the scratch of his facial hair as he glared at the skirt. Half tempted to make a house call and strip every offending cloth out of your wardrobe. His jaw twitching as it clenched tight.

That smile. That sickly sweet smile you always flashed his way. He wondered if you’d smile like that to him after he’s lodged his cock from your bruised throat, cum and spit smearing on those perfect lips. Glossier than any lip balm or lip gloss you insisted to wear. A breathy ‘thank you, sir’ spilling out with tears making those insistent eyes of yours sparkle. He almost thought he went crazy when he couldn’t feel your expectant gaze boring into his skull.

He was much too old to be entertaining a sweet thing like you. Always making sure his boots were polished, his office tidied when he was gone for too many weeks, adding sticky notes to files and color coding each one to make sure they were in perfect order. Treating him to good coffee and pleasant meals. It took everything in him to keep himself glued to his paperwork when you came in and was so kind. So needy. You didn’t need a grump like him. A man with too many burdens on his sunken shoulders and blood staining more than his hands.

He tried to dismiss your quirks by giving it no attention. Mutters of disapproval whenever you spent money on him. But it just made you more keen. Trying again and again to get him to say something. To look at you but he knew if he did, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. But now he was finally getting what he wanted? He couldn’t help but swallow each bitter grain of his efforts.

His day was long. His team giving him their usual shit but it was giving him a bigger headache than ever. Any bark of demand towards him had his hand clenching in a tight fist behind his back. Most of his paperwork had fallen to you and this time, it was his turn to come into your little space, knocking on the door with a coffee much too sugary for any of his teeth to withstand.

There you were, cramped in your chair with a flood of paperwork looming high to your shoulder. He cleared his throat and you snapped your head up, perking in surprise at his appearance. Wide doe eyes blinking at him as didn’t stop at your desk. No, he pressed a big calloused hand to the back of your neck, his thumb caressing the peek of skin between your hair and your shirt collar. Pressing the coffee down as he looked down to see how much you’ve done. His breath warm against your ear making your whole body turn to stone.

“atta girl. That’s it, love.��� John murmured as he gave the back of your neck a small squeeze and stood back up. Leaving you gawking at the door as he left just like that. The warmth of his hand lingering on your skin. A blood that was meant to go to your cheeks oozed down, pouring between your legs as your sex throbbed at the simple praise.

It didn't take long, no, It only took the next day for you to be back in those little pencil skirts and a new blouse that embraced your figure nicely. Heels on your feet signaling your arrival as you leave a fresh mug of coffee on his desk and a small pile of files. All colored and checked, sticky notes paper clipped to each.

One file slipped from the stack making you bend down and scramble it back into your hands giving John a beautiful eyeful of those baby blue panties hugging your ass and a small chub of your sex teasing him as it peered between your thighs. A pleased growl, deep from his chest rumbling out as he took the file from your hand.

“good girl.”

something about mean old bastard price and his sweet new assistant who just wants his approval so bad but can never seem to get a positive response from him

your sweet gestures, like using your own money to buy him fancy coffee instead of the generic brand on base are only met with an unappreciative grunt followed with, “fuckin’ waste of money. tastes exactly the same.”

barely looks up at you when you drop folders on his desk, only nudges his empty cup towards you. a silent way of commanding you to make yourself useful

until one day when you catch him shameless checking out your ass in the new skirt you bought, his usual grunting response actually seems to be out of approval for once. doesn’t even acknowledge your eyes watching him as he rakes his own down your legs before adjusting himself in his trousers and going back to his paperwork

[bhaskarlive]

Maruti Suzuki India unveils its 1st BEV SUV, to be exported to 100 countries

Maruti Suzuki India Limited (MSIL) on Friday unveiled its first battery electric vehicle (BEV) SUV — called ‘e VITARA’ — along with the comprehensive electric eco-solutions, at the ‘Bharat Mobility Global Expo 2025’ here.

Source: bhaskarlive.in

[newsriveting]

Maruti to launch e VITARA next month

Representational image Team News Riveting New Delhi, December 20 Maruti Suzuki India Limited (MSIL), the country’s largest passenger vehicle manufacturer, is poised to transform electric mobility in India. The company will showcase its production ready eBorn SUV, the e VITARA at the Bharat Mobility Global Expo 2025, which will be held in New Delhi from January 17 to 22, 2025. The e VITARA is…

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MGR - Android/iOS App Development

Role: – Android/ios App development, Software Development (V cycle), Testing & Debugging Responsibilities: – Collaborate with the MSIL internal business units during the ideation phase to understand the requirements and conceptualize the solution for a working prototype Conduct a technical feasibility; study the constraints and dependencies in the project. Conduct testing trials with data…

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get out og my msil

[hindustanmorning]

Maruti Suzuki starts pre-orders for the fourth-generation Dzire, which features an all-new look; check out the new teaser.

Maruti Suzuki India Limited (MSIL) has started pre-booking for the fourth-generation Dzire. The Dzire, a popular compact sedan in India, is likely to entice buyers with its modern design, improved features, and competitive price-to-value ratios. The launch of the 2019 Maruti Suzuki Dzire features a teaser for the vehicle. Looking at the photo, it is clear that the 2019 Dzire will feature a…

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remap for suzuki

Maruti Suzuki India Limited (MSIL) is the largest automobile manufacturer in South Asia. Earlier known as Maruti Udyog Limited (till 2007), the company was responsible for the automobile revolution in India. Maruti started production in India in 1983 with its first car- the Maruti 800. The company spread its wings throughout the country and is one of the few publicly listed automotive companies in our country.