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They decide to play hide-n-seek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately Einstein is the one who has the den......... ..He is supposed to count upto 100...and then start searching... ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone starts hiding except Newton...... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Newton just draws a square of 1 meter and stands in it right in front of Einstein.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Einstein's counting 1,2,3......97, 98,99.... .100..... ... He opens his eyes and finds Newton standing in front....... .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Einstein says "newton's out..newton' s out....."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Newton denies and says "I am not out........I am not Newton...... "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the scientists come out to see how he proves that he is not Newton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Newton says "I am standing in a square of area 1m squared.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That makes me Newton per meter squared..... .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since one Newton per meter squared is one Pascal, I'm Pascal, Therefore Pascal is OUT.......!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-8093717783661040099?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/8093717783661040099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/03/newton-plays-hide-n-seek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/8093717783661040099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/8093717783661040099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/03/newton-plays-hide-n-seek.html' title='Newton plays Hide n Seek'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-4179136256156260009</id><published>2009-03-21T11:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:17:06.543-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Congrats (Joke)'/><title type='text'>Congrats (Joke)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'comic sans ms';font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Three patients in a mental institution prepare for an examination given by the head psychiatrist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If the patients pass the exam, they will be free to leave the hospital. However,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If they fail, the institution will detain them for seven years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The doctor takes the three patients to the top of a diving board overlooking an empty swimming pool, and asks the first patient to jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first patient jumps head first into the pool and breaks both arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then the second patient jumps and breaks both legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The third patient looks over the side and refuses to jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Congratulations! You're a free man. Just tell me why didn't you jump?" asked the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To which the third patient answered, "Well Doc, I can't swim!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(Check out all other amazing posts (of left of this screen)... Full of intresting, funny.. and creative post!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-4179136256156260009?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/4179136256156260009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/03/congrats-joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/4179136256156260009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/4179136256156260009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/03/congrats-joke.html' title='Congrats (Joke)'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-6414398485600656007</id><published>2009-02-15T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:43:05.246-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naming Ceremony - No Joke'/><title type='text'>Naming Ceremony - No joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What ur name means....... .. Check it out !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instructions : What you do is find out what each letter of your name means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then connect all the meanings and it describes YOU. (Its TRUE) &amp;amp; (Is'nt it GRêT !!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have double or triple letters, just count the meaning once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Example : MARK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M - Success comes easily to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A - You can be very quiet when you have something on your mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;R - You are a social butterfly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K - You like to try new things.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A = You can be very quiet when you have something on your mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B = You are always cautious when it comes to meeting newpeople.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C = You definitely have a partier side in you, don't be shy to show it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D = You have trouble trusting people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E =You are a very exciting person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F = Everyone loves you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G = You have exce! Llent ways of viewing people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H =You are not judgmental.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I =You are always smiling and making others smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J =Jealously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K =You like to try new things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L = Love is something you deeply believe in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M = Success comes easily to you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N = You like to work, but you always want a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O = You are very open-minded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P =You are very friendly and understanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q = You are a hypocrite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;R =You are a social butterfly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S = You are very broad-minded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T = You have an attitude, a big one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;U = You feel like you have to equal up to people's standards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;V = You have a very good physique and looks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;W = You like your privacy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;X = You never let people tell you w! Hat to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y = You cause a lot of trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Z = You're always fighting with someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHECK YOU'RE NAME MEANING AND YOU WILL FIND THAT THIS IS TRUE..............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-6414398485600656007?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/6414398485600656007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/02/naming-ceremony-no-joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/6414398485600656007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/6414398485600656007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/02/naming-ceremony-no-joke.html' title='Naming Ceremony - No joke'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-1193471026166665589</id><published>2009-02-08T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:44:43.333-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The true perspective'/><title type='text'>The true perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In life, a lesson learned in your past that you will never forget completely.When I was in elementary school, I got into a major argument with a boy in my class. I have forgotten what the argument was about, but I have never forgotten the lesson learned that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was convinced that "I" was right and "he" was wrong - and he was just as convinced that "I" was wrong and "he" was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher decided to teach us a very important lesson. She brought us up to the front of the class and placed him on one side of her desk and me on the other. In the middle of her desk was a large, round object. I could clearly see that it was black. She asked the boy what color the object was. "White," he answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe he said the object was white, when it was obviously black! Another argument started between my classmate and me, this time about the color of the object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher told me to go stand where the boy was standing and told him to come stand where I had been. We changed places, and now she asked me what the color of the object was. I had to answer, "White." It was an object with two differently colored sides, and from his viewpoint it was white. Only from my side was it black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher taught me a very important lesson learned that day: You must stand in the other person's shoes and look at the situation through their eyes in order to truly understand their &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perspective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;script src="https://cl.ickable.com/newaction.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-1193471026166665589?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/1193471026166665589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/02/true-perspective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/1193471026166665589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/1193471026166665589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/02/true-perspective.html' title='The true perspective'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-3790586191841814758</id><published>2009-01-31T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:19:09.605-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Passbook'/><title type='text'>Wedding Passbook</title><content type='html'>Monica married Nick this day. At the end of the wedding party, Monica's mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook with Rs.1000 deposit amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: 'Monica, take this passbook. Keep it as a record of your marriage life. When there's something happy and memorable happened in your new life, put some money in. Write down what it's about next to the line. The more memorable the event is, the more money you can put in. I've done the first one for you today. Do the others with Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look back after years, you can know how much happiness you've had.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monica shared this with Nick when getting home. They both thought it was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be made. This was what they did after certain time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 7 Feb: Rs.100, first birthday celebration for Nick after marriage&lt;br /&gt;* 1 Mar: Rs.300, salary raise for Monica&lt;br /&gt;* 20 Mar: Rs.200, vacation trip to Bali&lt;br /&gt;* 15 Apr: Rs.2000, Monica got pregnant&lt;br /&gt;* 1 Jun: Rs.1000, Nick got promoted&lt;br /&gt;* ..... and so on... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after years, they started fighting and arguing for trivial things. They didn't talk much. They regretted that they had married the nastiest people in the world.... no more love...Kind of typical nowadays, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Monica talked to her Mother: 'Mom, we can't stand it anymore. We agree to divorce. I can't imagine how I decided to marry this guy!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: 'Sure, girl, that's no big deal. Just do whatever you want if you really can't stand it. But before that, do one thing first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all money and spend it first. You shouldn't keep any record of such a poor marriage.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monica thought it was true. So she went to the bank, waiting at the queue and planning to cancel the account. While she was waiting, she took a look at the passbook record. She looked, and looked, and looked. Then the memory of all the previous joy and happiness just came up her mind. Her eyes were then filled with tears. She left and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was home, she handed the passbook to Nick, asked him to spend the money before getting divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Nick gave the passbook back to Monica. She found a new deposit of Rs.5000. And a line next to the record: 'This is the day I notice how much I've loved you thru out all these years. How much happiness you've brought me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hugged and cried, putting the passbook back to the safe. Do you know how much money they had saved when they retired? I did not ask. I believe the money did not matter any more after they had gone thru all the good years in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you fall in any way, don't see the place where you fell instead see the place from where you slipped. Life is about correcting mistakes."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-3790586191841814758?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/3790586191841814758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/wedding-passbook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/3790586191841814758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/3790586191841814758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/wedding-passbook.html' title='Wedding Passbook'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-1302943599983144165</id><published>2009-01-27T22:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T05:49:01.547-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classic - Electronic Calculator'/><title type='text'>Classic - Electronic Calculator</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SX_WdrdrMRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/o6W4OovZxgU/s1600-h/Electronic-Calculators-from-the-Past-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SX_WdrdrMRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/o6W4OovZxgU/s400/Electronic-Calculators-from-the-Past-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296187492182733074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is actually fantastic anachronistic adding machines designed by Andy Aaron.  An adding machine is a type of calculator, usually specialized for bookkeeping  calculations. Conceptual residing between the abacus and supercomputer, these  machines are the products of Aaron’s ‘Back to the future’ type of obsession, a  marriage of 70’s era calculator technology, LED display, and old, odd switches  in still older wooden boxes. Some have a nautical vibe, some agricultural,  others look like they might be magic contraptions - all are unique and  ingenious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time when lighting-fast calculation is taken for  granted, Aaron’s machine offer deliberate purposefulness to everyday  calculation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SX_WnqaWySI/AAAAAAAAAI4/JKKFk1TInFo/s1600-h/Electronic-Calculators-from-the-Past-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SX_WnqaWySI/AAAAAAAAAI4/JKKFk1TInFo/s400/Electronic-Calculators-from-the-Past-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296187663699069218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SX_W0bQw5BI/AAAAAAAAAJA/OBMa9yhSkpU/s1600-h/Electronic-Calculators-from-the-Past-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SX_YOjSsM6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/tgo3kRbQTBM/s400/Electronic-Calculators-from-the-Past-012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296189431314396066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-1302943599983144165?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/1302943599983144165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/electronic-calculator.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/1302943599983144165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/1302943599983144165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/electronic-calculator.html' title='Classic - Electronic Calculator'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SX_WdrdrMRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/o6W4OovZxgU/s72-c/Electronic-Calculators-from-the-Past-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-250233921970602263</id><published>2009-01-21T12:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:25:35.377-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visualise your Goal'/><title type='text'>Visualise your Goal</title><content type='html'>The Catalina Island is twenty-one miles away from the coast of California, and many people have taken the challenge to swim across it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 4th 1952, Florence Chadwick stepped into the water off Catalina Island to swim across to the California coast. She started well and on course, but later fatigue set in, and the weather became cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She persisted, but fifteen hours later, numb and cold, she asked to be taken out of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she recovered, she was told that she had been pulled out only half a mile away from the coast. She commented that she could have made it, if the fog had not affected her vision and she would have just seen the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She promised that this would be the only time that she would ever quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went back to her rigorous training. And two months later she swam that same channel. The same thing happened. The fatigue set in, and the fog obscured her view, but this time she swam with faith and vision of the land in her mind. She knew that somewhere behind the fog was land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She succeeded and became the first woman to swim the Catalina Channel. She even broke the men's record by two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCCESS PRINCIPLES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you set your goal, keep pressing on even when you are tired, physically and mentally, and even though there are many challenges ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the vision of your goal crystal clear before you and never, never, never… give up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the reaching, commit to it, and you will surely see your goal realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-250233921970602263?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/250233921970602263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/visualise-your-goal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/250233921970602263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/250233921970602263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/visualise-your-goal.html' title='Visualise your Goal'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-1743420635076152901</id><published>2009-01-16T09:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:38:26.584-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Two Angels'/><title type='text'>Two Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Two traveling angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a wealthy family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The family was rude and refused to let the angels stay in the mansion's guest room. Instead the angels were given a space in the cold basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As they made their bed on the hard floor, the older angel saw a hole in the wall and repaired it. When the younger angel asked why, the older angel replied... "Things aren't always what they seem".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next night the pair came to rest at the house of a very poor, but very hospitable farmer and his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After sharing what little food they had the couple let the angels sleep in their bed where they could have a good night's rest. When the sun came up the next morning the angels found the farmer and his wife in tears. Their only cow, whose milk had been their sole income, lay dead in the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The younger angel was infuriated and asked the older angel "how could you have let this happen!? The first man had everything, yet you helped him," she accused. "The second family had little but was willing to share everything, and you let their cow die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Things aren't always what they seem," the older angel replied. "When we stayed in the basement of the mansion, I noticed there was gold stored in that hole in the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the owner was so obsessed with greed and unwilling to share his good fortune, I sealed the wall so he wouldn't find it. Then last night as we slept in the farmers bed, the angel of death came for his wife. I gave her the cow instead. Things aren't always what they seem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes this is exactly what happens when things don't turn out the way they should. If you have faith, you just need to trust that every outcome is always to your advantage. You might not know it until some time later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-1743420635076152901?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/1743420635076152901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-angels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/1743420635076152901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/1743420635076152901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-angels.html' title='Two Angels'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-7474167309838762520</id><published>2009-01-14T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:43:02.303-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punctuation is Powerful'/><title type='text'>Punctuation is Powerful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;An English professor wrote the words : "A woman without her man is nothing"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the chalkboard and asked his students to punctuate it correctly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of the males in the class wrote : "A woman, without her man, is nothing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the females in the class wrote : "A woman: without her, man is nothing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-7474167309838762520?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/7474167309838762520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/punctuation-is-powerful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/7474167309838762520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/7474167309838762520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/punctuation-is-powerful.html' title='Punctuation is Powerful'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-5271010880849054598</id><published>2009-01-13T13:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:11:16.152-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiots of the Year'/><title type='text'>Idiots of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScypvZs_a4Y/SWzm51Sbg-I/AAAAAAAADX4/7JJHN8al188/s1600-h/11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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It is on display at the Railway   Museum in  &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231612160_0"&gt;New Delhi&lt;/span&gt; . It was also reproduced under the caption "Travelers' Tales" in the &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231612160_1"&gt;Far Eastern Economic Review&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am arrive by passenger train Ahmedpur station and my belly is too much swelling with jackfruit. I am therefore went to privy. Just I doing the nuisance that guard making whistle blow for train to go off and I am running with lotah in one hand and dhoti in the next when I am fall over and expose all my shocking to man and female women on platform. I am got leaved at Ahmedpur station. This too much bad, if passenger go to make dung that dam guard not wait train five minutes for him. I am therefore pray your honor to make big fine on that guard for public sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise I am making big report to papers." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:24;color:blue;"   &gt;Any guesses why this letter was of historic value?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:18;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It apparently led to introduction of toilets in trains!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-1029266324999476387?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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'&lt;br /&gt;There were only a few coins in the hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SWVgUdjSrTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tCO_nyuhc2U/s1600-h/securedownload.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SWVgUdjSrTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tCO_nyuhc2U/s400/securedownload.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288739242062818610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and&lt;br /&gt;dropped them into the hat. He then took the sign, turned it around,&lt;br /&gt;and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone&lt;br /&gt;who walked by would see the new words.&lt;br /&gt;Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money&lt;br /&gt;to the blind boy. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign&lt;br /&gt;came to see how things were. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked,&lt;br /&gt;' Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SWVgrT5sR4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/sP2feJyBq2s/s1600-h/securedownload+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SWVgrT5sR4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/sP2feJyBq2s/s400/securedownload+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288739634609407874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said, ' I only wrote the truth. I said what you said&lt;br /&gt;but in a different way. '&lt;br /&gt;What he had written was:&lt;br /&gt;'Today is a beautiful day and I cannot see it. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the first sign and the second sign were saying the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course both signs told people the boy was blind.&lt;br /&gt;But the first sign simply said the boy was blind.&lt;br /&gt;The second sign told people they were so lucky that they were not blind.&lt;br /&gt;Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SWVhQ2RYdCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/pTCvYxIziJE/s1600-h/securedownload+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SWVhQ2RYdCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/pTCvYxIziJE/s400/securedownload+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288740279490737186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Be thankful for what you have. Be creative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Be innovative. Think differently and positively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-5176412488893002530?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/5176412488893002530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/different-vision_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/5176412488893002530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/5176412488893002530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/different-vision_07.html' title='Different vision'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SWVgUdjSrTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tCO_nyuhc2U/s72-c/securedownload.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-6473980321955216443</id><published>2009-01-06T14:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:43:15.190-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Figure out the Puzzle...'/><title type='text'>Figure out the Puzzle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is for all those out there who love to be S M A R T!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I could not figure it Out and had to look at the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See if you can figure out what these words have in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Banana&lt;br /&gt;2 Dresser&lt;br /&gt;3 Grammar&lt;br /&gt;4 Potato&lt;br /&gt;5 Revive&lt;br /&gt;6 Uneven&lt;br /&gt;7 Assess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you peeking or have you already given up?&lt;br /&gt;Give it another try. Look at each word carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You'll kick yourself when you discover the answer.)&lt;br /&gt;This Is Cool.&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Answer: No, it is not that they all have at least 2 double letters.&lt;br /&gt;(Thought I had the answer, but I did not go far enough.)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;In all of the words listed, if you take the first letter, place it at the end of the word, and then spell the word backwards, it will be the same word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Did you figure it out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-6473980321955216443?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/6473980321955216443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/figure-out-puzzle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/6473980321955216443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/6473980321955216443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/figure-out-puzzle.html' title='Figure out the Puzzle...'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-7071664446213679373</id><published>2009-01-04T20:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:36:08.525-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brilliant Answers................... Read Completely'/><title type='text'>Brilliant Answers................... Read Completely</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Below are the Interview Questions, which were asked in HR Round..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be careful while you answering, No one will GET second chance to impress....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very very Impressive Questions and more impressive Answers..... ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question 1: You are driving along in your car on a wild, stormy night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's raining heavily, when suddenly you pass by a bus stop, and you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;three people waiting for a bus: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An old lady who looks as if she is about to die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An old friend who once saved your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The perfect partner you have been dreaming about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which one would you choose to offer a ride to, knowing very well that there could only be one passenger in your car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a moral/ethical dilemma that was once actually used as part of a job application. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* You could pick up the old lady, because she is going to die, and thus you should save her first; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* or you could take the old friend because he once saved your life, and this would be the perfect chance to ! pay him back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* However, you may never be able to find your perfect mate again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The candidate who was hired (out of 200 applicants) had no trouble coming up with his answer. Guess what was his answer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He simply answered: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would give the car keys to my Old friend and let him take the lady to the hospital. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would stay behind and wait for the bus with the partner of my dreams."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, we gain more if we are able to give up our stubborn thought limitations. Never forget to "Think Outside the Box."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question 2: What will you do if I run away with your sister?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The candidate who was selected answered "I will not get a better match for my sister than you sir"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question 3: Interviewer (to a student girl candidate) - What is one morning you woke up &amp;amp; found that you were pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl - I will be very excited and take an off, to celebrate with my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally an unmarried girl will be shocked to hear this, but she managed it well. Why I should think it in the wrong way, she said later when asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question 4: Interviewer: He ordered a cup of coffee for the candidate. Coffee arrived kept before the candidate, then he asked what is before you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Candidate: Instantly replied "Tea" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He got selected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how and why did he say "TEA" when he knows very well that coffee was kept before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Answer: The question was "What is before you (U - alphabet) Reply was "TEA" ( T - alphabet) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alphabet "T" was before Alphabet "U"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question 5: The interviewer asked to the candidate "This is your last question of the interview. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please tell me the exact position of the center of this table where u have kept your files." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Candidate confidently put one of his finger at some point at the table and told that this was the central point at the table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interviewer asked how did u get to know that this being the central point of this table, then he answers quickly that sir u r not likely to ask any more question, as it was the last question that u promised to ask.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And hence, he was selected as because of his quick-wittedness. ........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is What Interviewer expects from the Interviewee. ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-7071664446213679373?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/7071664446213679373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/brilliant-answers-read-completely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/7071664446213679373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/7071664446213679373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/brilliant-answers-read-completely.html' title='Brilliant Answers................... Read Completely'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-2288896767389556697</id><published>2009-01-03T02:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T02:26:14.701-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For those who love their wife and mother-in -law..'/><title type='text'>For those who love their wife and mother-in -law..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:13;color:blue;"  &gt;One fine morning a man was leaving a cafe  after his morning coffee, when he noticed a most unusual &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);" id="lw_1230967410_0" class="yshortcuts"&gt;funeral procession&lt;/span&gt; A funeral coffin was followed by a  second one about 50 feet behind the first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Behind the second coffin was a &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);" id="lw_1230967410_1" class="yshortcuts"&gt;solitary man&lt;/span&gt; walking with a &lt;span style="border-bottom: medium none; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" id="lw_1230967410_2" class="yshortcuts"&gt;black  dog&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Behind him was a queue of about 2000 men walking in a  single line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The  man couldn't stand his curiosity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;He approached the man walking with the dog, "I am so  sorry for your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;loss, and I know now is a bad time to disturb you, but  I've never seen a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;funeral like this with so many of you walking in single  line. Whose funeral is it? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The man replied, "Well, that first coffin is for my wife.  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What  happened to her? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The man replied, "My dog attacked and killed her.  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;He inquired  further, "Well, who is in the second coffin?  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The man  answered, "My mother-in-law. She was trying to help my  wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and the  dog attacked and killed her also. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A thoughtful moment of silence passes between the two  men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then the first one asks in excitement" Can I borrow the  dog? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The man  calmly replied" Join the queue."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-2288896767389556697?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/2288896767389556697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-those-who-love-their-wife-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/2288896767389556697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/2288896767389556697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-those-who-love-their-wife-and.html' title='For those who love their wife and mother-in -law..'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-1645747771253560953</id><published>2009-01-03T02:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T02:22:53.203-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One from SARDAR... :)'/><title type='text'>One from SARDAR... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;80,000 sardars meet in  the gurunanak stadium, for a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"Sardars Are Not Stupid"  Convention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The leader says, "We are all here today to prove to  the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;World  that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sardars are not  stupid. Can I have a volunteer?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A sardar gingerly works his way through the crowd and  steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;up to  the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;stage. The leader  asks him, "What is 15 plus 15?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;After 15 or 20 seconds he says,  "Eighteen!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Obviously everyone is a little  disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then 80,000 sardars start cheering, "Give him  another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;chance! Give  him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;another  chance!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The leader says, "Well since we've gone to the trouble  of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;80,000 Of you in one place and we have the worldwide  press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and  global &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;broadcast  media here, uh, I guess we can give him  another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;chance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So he asks, "What is 5 plus  5?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;After  nearly 30 seconds he eventually Says,  "Ninety?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The leader is quite perplexed, looks down and just lets  out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;a  dejected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sigh -  everyone is disheartened, the sardar starts  crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and  the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;80,000 sardars  begin to yell and wave their hands  shouting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"GIVE HIM ANOTHER CHANCE! GIVE HIM ANOTHER  CHANCE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The leader, unsure whether or not he is doing more ha  than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Damage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Eventually says, "Ok! Ok! Just &lt;span id="lw_1230967062_0" class="yshortcuts"&gt;one more chance&lt;/span&gt; what is  2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;plus  2?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The surd closes his eyes, and after a whole  minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Eventually  says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"Four?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Throughout the stadium pandemonium breaks out as all  80,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;sardars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;jump to their feet, wave their arms, stomp their feet  and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;scream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"GIVE HIM ANOTHER  CHANCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"GIVE HIM ANOTHER CHANCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-1645747771253560953?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/1645747771253560953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-from-sardar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/1645747771253560953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/1645747771253560953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-from-sardar.html' title='One from SARDAR... :)'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-4446266928067299743</id><published>2009-01-03T02:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T02:14:39.620-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='If Vijay Mallya gets into LPG distribution'/><title type='text'>If Vijay Mallya gets into LPG distribution</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:10;color:blue;"   &gt;If  &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" id="lw_1230966770_0" class="yshortcuts"&gt;Vijay Mallya&lt;/span&gt; takes over  LPG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the  phenomenal success of &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);" id="lw_1230966770_1" class="yshortcuts"&gt;Kingfisher Airlines&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever imagined as to  how will the &lt;span id="lw_1230966770_2" class="yshortcuts"&gt;Gas Cylinders&lt;/span&gt; been  delivered to your home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Mr.Vijay Mallya ventured into the LPG  Distribution Business in his own way of approach ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(scroll)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Courier New';font-size:10;color:blue;"   &gt; 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I cannot describe her beauty  in the limited time I have here. I was 23 and fresh out of college, when I saw  her. I don't know if it was the hormones but I loved her at first sight. She was  the girl of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that matches our made in heaven. It  was sheer destiny that we were traveling to Chennai on the same train, The  Niligiri Express. We were in the same compartment, S1 and were seated next to  each other, 25 and 26. It was an amazing coincidence as my ticket had been  confirmed only at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, my name is Shalini," she  introduced herself with a beaming smile. She stretched out her right hand. I was  shivering when I shook it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am Sunderesan," I said and added, "Pleased  to meet you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a serene, innocent face; the face of the kind of  person who gets bullied in school. The image of a woman who couldn't hurt a fly  if she wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How old are you?" I blurted out. It was the worst  question to ask a woman but I was a nervous wreck and I wanted to talk to this  woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at me and said, "Never ask a man his salary and a  woman her age."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so sorry. I don't..." My tongue adamantly stuck to  the roof of my mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, it is okay. Let us say, I will be sixty seven  in 2050."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked out the math. She was twenty two. I was twenty three.  It was perfect! A &lt;span id="lw_1230966315_0" class="yshortcuts"&gt;match made in  heaven&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have a crush on me?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?  How could you ask...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have a crush on me or not?" she asked  emphasizing on 'crush'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To tell you the truth, yes," I said meekly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay. You can be bold about it. I'll tell you a little secret." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pulled my ear next to her mouth and whispered, "I think you are  attractive. I might even love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned pink the next moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey you believed me, didn't you? April fool, go to school. Tell your  teacher, you are a fool," she shouted. She laughed at the top of her voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked my watch. It was April 1st, 2005 and I had been made a  jackass. I didn't want to look at the woman's face again. I loved her but I  hated her for what she had done. I turned to the opposite side and stared out of  the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She noticed my sulking face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, don't get mad at  me. It was a joke. That's all. I'm sorry," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't look at  her and didn't reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay. What can I do to compensate?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You  could sing a song for me," I said softly. I wanted to know how well my girl  could sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you." She stood up  and went to the centre of the compartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friends, we have a birthday  boy in our midst. I want all of you to wish him happy birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  entire compartment including the TTE (Train Ticket Examiner) was singing "Happy  birthday to Sunderesan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took out a vegetable sandwich from her bag.  She said that it was a substitute for a cake. I cut the sandwich and gave her  the first piece. She removed the tomato and cucumber from the sandwich. She  pasted the cucumber and tomato all over my face. I distributed the remaining  bits of the sandwich to everyone in the compartment. It was the best birthday I  had ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the euphoria died I asked her, "How did you know  that it was my birthday?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pointed to the card on top of my bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you make a birthday resolution for me?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure.  Tell me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Promise to always smile because life presents too many  opportunities to cry. And you look ugly when you are sad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is a  promise." I rested my palm on top of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfectly romantic scene  was disturbed by a child's cry coming from the adjoining apartment. She took her  hand off mine. I thought, "Damn, tough luck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to the next  compartment to see what the problem was. The boy was two years old and his  mother was not to be found. Nobody seemed to care about the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She  carried the boy in her arms and brought him to our compartment. She cajoled the  boy by singing a lullaby for him. She had a sweet voice; the voice of a  nightingale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love kids," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love kids, too," I  replied, eager to show we had similar tastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy did not stop  crying. He appeared to be terrified of us. His mother was nowhere to be seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't like songs. Okay, I will tell you a story. Once upon a time,  in a faraway land, there lived a king."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy listened intently for a  second but started crying as soon as she paused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, relax. Give me  time to think of a story. You are an impatient baby. In this land..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I  will look for the boy's mother," I said. She nodded her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found  the boy's mother, two compartments away. She had gone there to meet a friend.  She had forgotten about her kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came back to S1, we found the  boy sound asleep in Shalini's lap. She had used all her powers of persuasion to  make him feel secure in her lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to thank..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shh...Your son is sleeping. Don't disturb him," she whispered to the  boy's mother and gave the boy to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want the &lt;span id="lw_1230966315_1" class="yshortcuts"&gt;Nobel peace prize&lt;/span&gt;?" I asked her  cynically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love people. When I am around, the people around me should  be happy. That is my philosophy in life," she said, sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made  me feel small and stupid in front of her. I began to rethink about my mission in  life. Should I be a priest? No, can't marry her. Social worker, peace  activist...maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard a voice in the distance shouting "Is there a  doctor on this train?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dr. Shalini, here. How can I help you?" she  shouted back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited to see the face of the voice we had heard. It  was a co-passenger, a bearded man who seemed anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doctor, my father  is serious. Please do something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come with me. You could be of help,"  she told me. She caught hold of my arm and guided me along the compartment. I  had absolutely no say in the matter. Oh! The power of women!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man  was in a grave condition. His breathing was heavy and he was coughing profusely.  He seemed ready to make peace with god. "Open the windows," she told me. I  opened all the windows to allow fresh air to come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hold him up for  me," she instructed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the old man sit up. She took out her  stethoscope and checked his heartbeat. She checked his pulse for variations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched her lovingly as she worked her magic on the old man. She was  so soft and tender with people. Whether it was a little boy or an old man, she  had so much affection for them. Unbelievably, the old man was normal within half  an hour. His son didn't have enough words to thank Shalini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He is okay  now. Don't disturb him. Let him sleep well," she instructed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I  never expected you to be a doctor," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Men always think that  beautiful women don't have brains."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how to reply to that  remark. Did she mean that she was beautiful, or brainy or both. One can never  understand a woman's mind. So, I diverted the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What made  you become a doctor?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A lot of things. It was my father's  dream. Above all else, it gives me the power to make people smile; the power to  save lives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you marry me?" I asked, spontaneously. I had never  been more sure of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is this April fool?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. I am  serious. See, I know that I am unemployed. I am not even as educated as you. I  don't even look good. I have no caliber. But I love you. Will you marry me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know nothing about me. I don't like commitments. I live every day  like it is my last."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you marry me, I will live everyday like it is  my first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She closed her &lt;span id="lw_1230966315_2" class="yshortcuts"&gt;beautiful eyes&lt;/span&gt;. She took a deep breath and thought for a  moment. The suspense was killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God, why didn't I meet you earlier,"  she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no time to reply. The doors to my mouth were sealed by  her lips. I thought that my head was immersed in the clouds. The people in my  compartment pretended to close their eyes. But I could see the men looking at me  with envy through the corner of their eyes. It was the most beautiful moment of  my life. It still is the most beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train came to a screeching  halt. We had reached Tirupur station. It was hard to believe that so much had  happened in two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some moments in life which you can  remember even in your sleep. For me, it was what happened at Tirupur railway  station. It redefined my life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am hungry. Get me something to  eat," said Shalini. She dug into her leather handbag and brought out twenty  rupees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay. I have money. What do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get me  &lt;span id="lw_1230966315_3" class="yshortcuts"&gt;Strawberry milk&lt;/span&gt; to drink. And  honey, I love you," she said, earnestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hugged again. For the last  time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The milk booth was about hundred feet from S1. It gave me time to  think about the sudden changes in my life. My parents were conservative people.  I had to convince them about Shalini. If they agreed, good. If not, who cares? I  loved Shalini more than my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts were disrupted by the  sound of an explosion. It sounded like the aggregation of a thousand thunders.  The impact of the explosion threw me off my feet. I turned to look at the train.  S1, S2 and S3 had been reduced to pieces, like waste in a manufacturing process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only thought was about Shalini. I ran towards where S1 had previously  been. I searched for her amidst the corpses. All I could find were severed  hands, burnt flesh and a fresh stream of blood. Not a single body was  identifiable in the three compartments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who on earth could do such a  cruel thing, I wondered. I swore that I would get even with the people who had  taken my beloved Shalini's life. I wept like a little boy who had lost his  favorite toy. Amidst the tears, I thought about the two hours I had spent with  Shalini. Something she had said had struck me as strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know  nothing about me. I live everyday like it is my last. God, I wish I had met you  earlier." "Could it be Shalini," I wondered. "No, not Shalini. She had too  innocent a face to do such a dastardly act. Besides, she was a doctor. And they  know the value of a human life," I reasoned to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning,  my worst fears were confirmed. A newspaper report said, "A twenty two year old  doctor named Shalini had committed suicide on the Niligiri express. She had  taken the lives of hundred people with her. The reasons for the attack are  unknown."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never understood the reasons for the attack. It could have  been personal or ideological. All I can still remember is her face, how innocent  it looked. How she made everyone around her happy. How she showed love and care  to kids and old men alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That face was a mask. Beneath the benevolent  mask, was the true Shalini. A hard-nosed, sadistic, terrorist capable of  sacrificing human life to satisfy her selfish needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She truly changed  my life. From then on, I realized that every human wears a mask which he  develops over a period of time. It is the mask which is exposed to the world.  Beneath that mask, after layers of deceit there lies the true nature of each  individual. This real person in each one of us is intricately more fascinating  than any figment of wild imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalini's mask was my first love.  I will always love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-6386231745045824471?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/6386231745045824471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-lovevery-interestingworth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/6386231745045824471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/6386231745045824471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-lovevery-interestingworth.html' title='The first love..(Very interesting)..worth reading...read it full'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-490839800087811117</id><published>2008-12-23T23:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:37:55.940-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema Climax'/><title type='text'>Cinema Climax</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In Bollywood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shahrukh &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,the batsman needs to score 10 runs of 1 ball...............&lt;br /&gt;Bowler bowls it and Shahrukh glides it to 3rd man..............the ball goes to boundary line Shahrukh runs for 3 runs, fielder throws at non-striker it misses the stumps and goes for over-throw, ShahRukh runs again for 3 , this time fielder tactic fully throws at Keepers end, Keeper Misses it goes for a 4 runs. In the background Vande Mathram....&lt;br /&gt;Shahruk WINS the match...................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In Tollywood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cheeru &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,the batsman needs to score 10 runs of 1 ball...............&lt;br /&gt;Bowler bowls it and Cheeru hits with tremendous power..............the ball goes far far away  and UMPIRES are forced to give 12 runs for that.&lt;br /&gt;Cheeru WINS the match...................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In Kollywood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rajni &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,the batsman needs to score 10 runs of 1 ball...............&lt;br /&gt;Bowler bowls it and Rajini hits with tremendous power..............the ball splits into "TWO"&lt;br /&gt;1 half goes to SIX.....The other half goes to FOUR.............&lt;br /&gt;Rajini WINS the match...................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-490839800087811117?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/490839800087811117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2008/12/cinema-climax.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/490839800087811117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/490839800087811117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2008/12/cinema-climax.html' title='Cinema Climax'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-2682891607338835097</id><published>2008-12-23T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T19:06:37.437-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='$ After Recession'/><title type='text'>New........... US DOLLAR</title><content type='html'>After the collapse of the US dollar, the new dollar bill may look like this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SVGx3emKipI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gWjanmOlNPk/s1600-h/61172896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SVGx3emKipI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gWjanmOlNPk/s320/61172896.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283199404546362002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/sreeammu/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-15.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-2682891607338835097?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/2682891607338835097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2008/12/fw-new-us-dollar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/2682891607338835097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/2682891607338835097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2008/12/fw-new-us-dollar.html' title='New........... US DOLLAR'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SVGx3emKipI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gWjanmOlNPk/s72-c/61172896.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-280557037144156671</id><published>2008-11-04T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:59:15.465-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telephone bill - this is a classy'/><title type='text'>Telephone bill - this is a classy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The phone bill was exceptionally high and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;the man of the house called a family meeting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;On a Saturday morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;after breakfast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;People this is unacceptable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;You have to limit the use of the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I do not use this phone; I use the one at the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mum: Same here, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I hardly use this home telephone as I use my work telephone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Son: Me too, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I never use the home phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I always use my company mobile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Maid:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;So - what is the problem? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We all use our work telephones!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-280557037144156671?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/280557037144156671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/telephone-bill-this-is-classic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/280557037144156671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/280557037144156671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/telephone-bill-this-is-classic.html' title='Telephone bill - this is a classy'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-8407140108823542925</id><published>2008-11-04T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:01:18.848-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENIUS AT SCRABBLE'/><title type='text'>GENIUS AT SCRABBLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; The most aMaZiNg scrabbled words.........!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;DILIP VENGSARKAR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;SPARKLING DRIVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;PRINCESS DIANA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;END IS A CAR SPIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;MONICA LEWINSKY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;NICE SILKY WOMAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;DORMITORY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;DIRTY ROO M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;ASTRONOMER &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;MOON STARER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;DESPERATION  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;  When you rearrange the letters: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;A ROPE ENDS IT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;THE EYES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;THEY SEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;A DECIMAL POINT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;IM A DOT IN PLACE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;AND FOR THE GRAND FINALE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;MOTHER-IN-LAW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;WOMAN HITLER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-8407140108823542925?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/8407140108823542925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/genius-at-scrabble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/8407140108823542925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/8407140108823542925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/genius-at-scrabble.html' title='GENIUS AT SCRABBLE'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-4014159089017926534</id><published>2008-11-04T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:01:28.774-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B+ Always'/><title type='text'>B+ Always</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Father : "I want you to marry a girl of my choice"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Son : "I will choose my own bride!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Father : "But the girl is Bill Gates's daughter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Son : "Well, in that case...ok"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Next - Father approaches Bill Gates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Father : "I have a husband for your daughter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Bill Gates : "But my daughter is too young to marry!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Father : "But this young man is a vice-president of the World Bank."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Bill Gates : "Ah, in that case...ok"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Finally Father goes to see the president of the World Bank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Father : "I have a young man to be recommended as a vice-president."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;President : "But I already have more vice- presidents than I need!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Father : "But this young man is Bill Gates's son-in-law."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;President : "Ah, in that case.ok"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Moral: Even If you have nothing,You can get Anything. But your Attitude should be POSITIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:7;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36;color:red;"&gt;B+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;   Always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-4014159089017926534?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/4014159089017926534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/b-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/4014159089017926534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/4014159089017926534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/b-always.html' title='B+ Always'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-3560422131380090374</id><published>2008-11-04T18:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:00:55.532-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid questions .. dumb answers'/><title type='text'>Stupid questions .. dumb answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Stupid Questions and their Dumb Answers…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Most Stupid Questions People usually ask in 0bvious Situations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At the movies: When you meet acquaintances/friends…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Stupid Question:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Answer:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t u know, I sell tickets in black over here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In the bus: A heavy lady wearing pointed high-heeled shoes steps on your feet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Stupid Question:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, did that hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Answer:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not at all, I’m on local anesthesia…..why don’t you try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. At a funeral: One of the teary-eyed people ask…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Stupid Question:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, why him, of all people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Answer:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Would it rather have been you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. At a restaurant: When you ask the waiter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Stupid Question:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is ! the “Butter Paneer Masala” dish good??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Answer:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, its terrible and made of adulterated cement. We occassionaly also spit in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When a friend announces her wedding, and you ask….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Stupid Question:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the guy you’re marrying good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Answer:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No,he’s a miserable wife-beating , insensitive lout…it’s just the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When you get woken up at midnight by a phone call…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Stupid Question:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. were you sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Answer:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I was doing research on whether the Zulu tribes in Africa marry or not. You thought I was sleeping….you dumb witted moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When you see a friend/colleague with evidently shorter hair….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Stupid Question:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey have you had a haircut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Answer:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, its autumn and I’m shedding……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. At the dentist when he’s sticking pointed objects in your mouth…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Stupid Question:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if it hurts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Answer:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No it wont. It will just bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You are smoking a cigarette and a cute woman asks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Stupid Question:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so you smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Answer:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, it’s a miracle ……..it was a piece of chalk and now it’s in flames!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-3560422131380090374?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/3560422131380090374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/stupid-questions-dumb-answers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/3560422131380090374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/3560422131380090374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/stupid-questions-dumb-answers.html' title='Stupid questions .. dumb answers'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-8027929176037110460</id><published>2008-10-04T19:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:01:48.948-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='If NASA needs money...'/><title type='text'>If NASA needs money...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SWFQagMivyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qV-zzjOOrtQ/s1600-h/nasa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287595853759037218" style="WIDTH: 240px; 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mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-line-height-alt: 14.4pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:24;color:#333333;"   &gt;Chandrababuism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;color:#333333;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:24;color:#333333;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:11;color:#333333;"   &gt;You have two cows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:24;color:#333333;"   &gt; in Vijayawada . You hook them to internet and milk them from Hyderabad .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;color:#333333;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:24;color:#333333;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayalalithaism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:24;color:#333333;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows. You teach them to cry,"Ammaaaaaaa..."&lt;br /&gt;and fall at your feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;color:#333333;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:24;color:#333333;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karunanidhiism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;color:#333333;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:24;color:#333333;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows. You give one to your son and the other to your nephew .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;color:#333333;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:24;color:#333333;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandhism&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows. But you drink goat's milk. &lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiraism &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two bulls. You adamantly consider them as cows. &lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalooism&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows. You buy Rs. 900 Crore worth of cattlefeed for them. &lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rajnikantism&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows. You throw them into air and catch their milk in your mouth. &lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Softwarism: (Ultimate....) &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Client has 2 cows and u need to milk them.&lt;br /&gt;1 .. First prepare a document when to milk them (Project kick off)&lt;br /&gt;2 .. Prepare a document how long you have to milk them (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:11;color:#333333;"   &gt;Project plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:24;color:#333333;"   &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;3 .. Then prepare how to milk them (Design)&lt;br /&gt;4 .. Then prepare what other accessories are needed to milk them&lt;br /&gt;(Framework)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;color:#333333;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:24;color:#333333;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 .. Then prepare a 2 dummy cows (sort of toy cows) and show to client&lt;br /&gt;the way in which u will milk them (UI Mockups &amp;amp; POC)&lt;br /&gt;6 .. If client is not satisfied then redo from step 2&lt;br /&gt;7 You actually start milking them and find that there are few problem&lt;br /&gt;with accessories. (Change framework)&lt;br /&gt;8 .. Redo step 4&lt;br /&gt;9 .. At last milk them and send it to onsite. (Coding over)&lt;br /&gt;10. Make sure that cow milks properly ( Testing)&lt;br /&gt;11. Onsite reports that it is not milking there.&lt;br /&gt;12. You break your head and find that onsite is trying to milk from&lt;br /&gt;bulls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;color:#333333;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:24;color:#333333;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. At last onsite milk them and send to client (Testing)&lt;br /&gt;14. Client says the quality of milk is not good. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:11;color:#333333;"   &gt;User Acceptance Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:24;color:#333333;"   &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;15. Offsite then slogs and improves the quality of milk&lt;br /&gt;16. Now the client says that the quality is good but its milking at slow&lt;br /&gt;rate (performance issue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;color:#333333;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:24;color:#333333;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Again you slog and send it with good performance.&lt;br /&gt;18. Client is happy???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;color:#333333;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:24;color:#333333;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time both the COWs aged and cant milk.&lt;br /&gt;(The software got old and get ready for next release&lt;br /&gt;repeat from step 1) !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;color:#333333;"   &gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%font-size:11;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-8698768183088209781?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/8698768183088209781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/softwarism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/8698768183088209781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/8698768183088209781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/softwarism.html' title='Softwarism'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-6783669876645670013</id><published>2008-10-04T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:02:31.065-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life ke funde. thodi masti ...'/><title type='text'>Life ke funde. thodi masti ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SWFF8QctuuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9G0xKYYyjhg/s1600-h/laugh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287584339019545314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SWFF8QctuuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9G0xKYYyjhg/s400/laugh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(47,47,47);font-family:Arial;font-size:24;"  &gt;"U love someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#2f2f2f;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;U marry someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:18;color:#2f2f2f;"   &gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The one u marry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;becomes ur wife or husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;And the one u loved &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;becomes the password of ur mail id" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#2f2f2f;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:teal;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;There's only one perfect child in the world &amp;amp; every mother has it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:teal;"  &gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;There's only one perfect wife in the world &amp;amp; every neighbor has it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#2f2f2f;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Three dreams of a man: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:red;"  &gt;To be as handsome as his mother thinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;   To be as rich as his child believes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2f2f2f;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2f2f2f;"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt; To have as many women as his wife suspects...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2f2f2f;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2f2f2f;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2f2f2f;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Husband &amp;amp; wife are like liver and kidney. Husband is the liver &amp;amp; wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;the kidney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;If the liver fails, the kidney fails. If the kidney fails, the liver &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;manages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-6783669876645670013?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/6783669876645670013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-ke-funde-thodi-masti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/6783669876645670013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/6783669876645670013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-ke-funde-thodi-masti.html' title='Life ke funde. thodi masti ...'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SWFF8QctuuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9G0xKYYyjhg/s72-c/laugh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-5630611574980068538</id><published>2008-10-04T02:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:02:42.674-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plz plz plz read this....... Keeping Hopes'/><title type='text'>plz plz plz read this....... Keeping Hopes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV8XAzgTr_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/4RwqhJRLofw/s1600-h/donkeyfun.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286969790149406706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV8XAzgTr_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/4RwqhJRLofw/s400/donkeyfun.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12;color:green;"   &gt;Ek Gadha:- Yaar mera malik mujhe bahut maarta hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dusara Gadha:- To tu bhag kyu nahi jata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pehla Gadha:- Bhag to jata.. par yahan future bada bright hai ...&lt;br /&gt;malik ki khoobsurat beti jab shararat karti hai to malik kahta hai,&lt;br /&gt;"Teri shaadi gadhe se kar dunga...!"&lt;br /&gt;Bas isi ummeed me baitha hoon........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:18;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping Hopes may not improve your future, but it will certainly reduce the pain of Today !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-5630611574980068538?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/5630611574980068538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/plz-plz-plz-read-this-keeping-hopes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/5630611574980068538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/5630611574980068538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/plz-plz-plz-read-this-keeping-hopes.html' title='plz plz plz read this....... Keeping Hopes'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV8XAzgTr_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/4RwqhJRLofw/s72-c/donkeyfun.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-3920366365662864317</id><published>2008-10-04T02:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:02:52.068-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shayari of the day'/><title type='text'>Shayari of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV8UUofHNRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/SM5cemq77aM/s1600-h/poem.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286966832254104850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV8UUofHNRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/SM5cemq77aM/s400/poem.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-3920366365662864317?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/3920366365662864317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/shayari-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/3920366365662864317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/3920366365662864317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/shayari-of-day.html' title='Shayari of the day'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV8UUofHNRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/SM5cemq77aM/s72-c/poem.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-4809319821935316852</id><published>2008-09-04T02:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:03:17.556-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For Fun'/><title type='text'>For Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;color:navy;"&gt;Try these!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Secret-1:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;color:navy;"&gt;An Indian discovered that nobody can create a FOLDER anywhere on the Computer which can be named as "CON". This is something pretty&lt;br /&gt;Cool...and Unbelievable.... At &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1230966122_0"&gt;Microsoft&lt;/span&gt; the whole Team, couldn't answer why this happened!&lt;br /&gt;TRY IT NOW ,IT WILL NOT CREATE " CON " FOLDER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Secret-2:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;color:navy;"&gt;For those of you using Windows, do the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Open an empty notepad file&lt;br /&gt;2.) Type "&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1230966122_1" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,102,204) 1px dashed"&gt;Bush hid the facts&lt;/span&gt;" (without the quotes)&lt;br /&gt;3 .) Save it as whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Close it, and re-open it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Secret-3:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1230966122_2"&gt;Open Microsoft Word&lt;/span&gt; and type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=rand (200, 99)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;color:navy;"&gt;And hit ENTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-4809319821935316852?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/4809319821935316852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/4809319821935316852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/4809319821935316852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-fun.html' title='For Fun'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-4230846942873396984</id><published>2008-09-04T01:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:03:30.286-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice jokes ****ha ha ha ha ha****'/><title type='text'>Nice jokes ****ha ha ha ha ha****</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;One day Laloo was traveling by his car. Suddenly a piglet came before the car. The driver couldn’t hit the brake at the right time and unfortunately the baby pig was killed in the accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;At the sight Laloo was deeply moved and felt very upset He called the driver and said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;,"Jiska e suuar hai hum usko compensesan dena chahta hoon. Usko dhundke &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1230965339_0"&gt;lao&lt;/span&gt; ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;At his words the driver went to the nearest village and came back after some time with a tilak on his forehead, garlands around his neck and lots of money in his hands!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Laloo was surprised. He asked,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;Hum tumko kaha tha ke uss aadmi ko laiye , par aap &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1230965339_1"&gt;mala&lt;/span&gt; pahenke aaur rupiya leke aa gaye,baat kya hai?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;At this the driver replied “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;I told them about the incident. Hearing it they were rejoiced, put tilak and garlands on me, then danced for some time and gave this money."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Laloo then asked him "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Aap unko eg-jectly kaa bole?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The driver replied: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Main bola, mein &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1230965339_2" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,102,204) 1px dashed"&gt;Laloo Prasad Yadav&lt;/span&gt; ka driver hoon. Maine suaar ke bachhe ko mar dala hai.........."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-4230846942873396984?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/4230846942873396984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/nice-jokes-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/4230846942873396984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/4230846942873396984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/nice-jokes-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.html' title='Nice jokes ****ha ha ha ha ha****'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-4680148119853782487</id><published>2008-09-04T01:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:03:42.505-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aam hai kya ?'/><title type='text'>Aam hai kya ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:6;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:24;color:purple;"  &gt;Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:13;color:purple;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A parrot goes to a shopkeeper and asks ... 'Aam hai kya?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopkeeper says ... 'Nahi. Hum Aam nahi bechte.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day at the same time, the parrot goes again and asks him ...'Aam hai kya ?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets a little irritated and says... 'Aare Bola na, Hum 'Aam nahi Bechte'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, the parrot goes again and asks him 'Aam hai kya ?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets wild and yells ...'Bola na naahi. Abhi vapas aaya to tumhare sar ke upar hathoda marunga '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day,the parrot comes again and asks him ..'hathoda hai kya?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopkeeper says ... 'Nahi'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parrot then asks ... 'Aam hai kya ?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:13;color:purple;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:18;color:purple;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:18;color:purple;"  &gt;Part-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:13;color:purple;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day parrot again goes to shopkeeper and asks "Aam hai kya??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopkeeper is ready now....&lt;br /&gt;He quickly pulls a hammer and hitz the parrot on the face.&lt;br /&gt;The parrot looses all his teeth&lt;br /&gt;But determined, parrot again goes 2 the shopkeeper next day n asks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll Down&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:13;color:purple;"  &gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:13;color:purple;"  &gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:13;color:purple;"  &gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:13;color:purple;"  &gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:13;color:purple;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AAM KA JUICE HAI KYA???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-4680148119853782487?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/4680148119853782487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/aam-hai-kya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/4680148119853782487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/4680148119853782487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/aam-hai-kya.html' title='Aam hai kya ?'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-6489520769564503410</id><published>2008-08-04T01:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:04:25.147-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A nice story ***Plz read full story***'/><title type='text'>A nice story ***Plz read full story***</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;A father passing by his teenage daughter's bedroom was astonished to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:18;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;see the bed was nicely made and everything was neat and tidy. Then he saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;an envelope propped up prominently on the centre of the pillow. It was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;addressed "Dad". With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;read the letter with &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1230964909_3" style="BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;trembling hands&lt;/span&gt;:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dear Dad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you, but I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;leaving home. I had to elope with my new boyfriend Randy because I wanted to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;avoid a scene with Mom and you. I've been finding real passion with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Randy and he is so nice to me. I know when you meet him you'll like him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;too - even with all his piercing, tattoos, and motorcycle clothes. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;it's not only the passion Dad, I'm pregnant and Randy said that he wants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;me to have the kid and that we can be very happy together. Even though &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Randy is much older than me (anyway, 42 isn't so old these days is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;it?), and has no money, really these things shouldn't stand in the way of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;our relationship, don't you agree? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Randy has a great CD collection; he already owns a trailer in the woods &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. It's true he has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;other girlfriends as well but I know he'll be faithful to me in his own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;way. He wants to have many more children with me and that's now one of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;dreams too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Randy taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone and he'll be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;growing it for us and we'll trade it with our friends for all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray that science will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;find a cure for AIDS so Randy can get better; he sure deserves it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Don't worry Dad, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;myself. Someday I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;your grandchildren. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Your loving daughter, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Rosie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;At the bottom of the page were the letters "PTO". Hands still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;trembling, her father turned the sheet, and read: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;PS: Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at the neighbour's house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;report card that's in my desk centre drawer. Please sign it and call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;when it is safe for me to come home. I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-6489520769564503410?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/6489520769564503410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/nice-story-plz-read-full-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/6489520769564503410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/6489520769564503410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/nice-story-plz-read-full-story.html' title='A nice story ***Plz read full story***'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-6840959813091488774</id><published>2008-08-04T01:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:04:34.977-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IF YOUR BOSS COMES TO YOU AND SAYS....'/><title type='text'>IF YOUR BOSS COMES TO YOU AND SAYS....</title><content type='html'>IF YOUR BOSS COMES TO YOU AND SAYS......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be no salary increment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be no promotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No expenses would be paid……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you look at him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see scroll down………………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV8IVRxVu4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/UA3ihJniq_s/s1600-h/monkey.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286953649196874626" style="WIDTH: 400px; 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COLOR: rgb(82,145,239)font-size:13;" &gt;This particular joke won an award for the best joke in a competition&lt;br /&gt;organized in Britain and this joke was sent by an Indian......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#5291ef;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(82,145,239)font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MBA and a BE student go on a camping trip, set up their tent, and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some hours later, the BE wakes his MBA friend and says "Look up at the sky and tell me what you see."&lt;br /&gt;The MBA replies, "I see millions of stars."&lt;br /&gt;The BE asks, "What does that tell you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#5291ef;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(82,145,239)font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#5291ef;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(82,145,239)font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MBA ponders for a minute. "Astronomically speaking, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets.&lt;br /&gt;Astrologically, it tells me that Saturn is in Leo.&lt;br /&gt;Time wise, it appears to be approximately a quarter past three.&lt;br /&gt;Theologically, it's evident the Lord is all-powerful and we are small and insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;Meteorologically, it seems we will have a beautiful day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;What does it tell you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#5291ef;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(82,145,239)font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BE is silent for a moment, then speaks.&lt;br /&gt;"Practically...Someone has stolen our tent".&lt;br /&gt;"ENGINEERING = 100% COMMON SENSE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-2105082773194724506?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/2105082773194724506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/mba-vs-engineering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/2105082773194724506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/2105082773194724506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/mba-vs-engineering.html' title='M.B.A (vs) Engineering'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-7390775841125482988</id><published>2008-08-04T01:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:05:07.525-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human Brain Analysis...Too Good'/><title type='text'>Human Brain Analysis...Too Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;WOMEN - MULTIPLE PROCESS&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women's brains designed to concentrate multiple task at a time.&lt;br /&gt;Women can Watch a TV and Talk over phone and cook the new recipe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEN - SINGLE PROCESS&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men's brain designed to concentrate only one work at a time. Men can not watch a TV and talking in phone same time. He stops the TV while Talking. He can either watch TV or talk over phone or cook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGE.&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women can easily learn many languages. Her brain set up. But can not find the solutions to problems Men can not easily learn languages; he can easily solve the problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 year old gal has three times higher vocabulary than 3 year old boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANALYTICAL SKILL&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men's brain has lot of space for handling the analytical process. So easily he can analyze and find the solution for a process.&lt;br /&gt;He can design (blue print) a map of a building easily.&lt;br /&gt;If a complex map is viewed by women, she can not understand it. She can not understand the details of the map easily.&lt;br /&gt;For her it is dump of lines in a paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAR DRIVING.&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving a car, men's analytical spaces are used in his brain. He can drive a car fastly. If he see an object at long distance, immediately his brain classifies the object (bus or van or car) direction and speed of the object and driving accordingly. Where as women take a long time to recognize the object direction/ speed. His single process mind stops the audio in the car (if any), then concentrating only on the driving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can often watch, while men driving the car fastly, the women sit next to him will shout, "GO SLOW" , "CARE FULL", "AAHHH", "OHH GOD.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..etc.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIE &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times, when men lie to women face to face, they got caught easily.&lt;br /&gt;Her super natural brain observe the facial expression 70%, and the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1230963576_0" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,102,204) 1px dashed"&gt;body language&lt;/span&gt; 20% and the words comes from mouth 10%. So he is easily caught while lieing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men's brain does not have this.&lt;br /&gt;Women easily lie to men face to face.&lt;br /&gt;So guys, While lieing to your girls, use phone, or letter or close all the lights or cover your/her face with blanket.&lt;br /&gt;Don't lie face to face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROBLEM.&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of day, if men have lot of problems, his brain clearly classifies the problems and put into individual rooms of brain, the problems in individual room of brain and finding the solution one by one. You can see many guys looking on the sky's for a long times. If you disturb him, he gets irritated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Day, if women have lot of problems, her brain can not classify the problems. she wants some one to hear that. After telling everything to a person she goes happily to bed. She does not worry abt the problem solved or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANTS&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men want status, success, solutions, big process... etc Women want relationship, friends, family...etc... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNHAPPY &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If women unhappy with their relations, she can not concentrate on work.&lt;br /&gt;If men &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1230963576_1"&gt;unhappy with their work&lt;/span&gt;, he can not concentrate on the relations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAP &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men can easily locate the place in a complex map. His analytical brain does this. While watching a cricket match in a stadium with full of crowd, men can leave his seat to T shop and keeps everything in his mind and comes back to his seat with out problems. He uses his analytical skills space of brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women can't do this. They often lost their way to their seat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is very easy to Men. One good job, one alcohol bottle is enough for him.&lt;br /&gt;Women want everything in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEECH &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women use indirect languages in speech.&lt;br /&gt;Geetha asked Vijay, "vijay do you like to have a cup of coffee?"&lt;br /&gt;This means, Geetha really want a cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning......."Darling, do you think, will it be good to have an Omlette for breakfast"&lt;br /&gt;Men use direct language. "Geetha, I want to have a cup of coffee, Pls stop the car when you see a coffee shop".&lt;br /&gt;In the morning...."Darling, Can you please prepare an omelet for breakfast". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANDLING EMOTION&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women talk a lot without thinking, if they are in emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;Men act a lot with out thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt; That's why many of prisoners are men all over the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-7390775841125482988?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/7390775841125482988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/human-brain-analysistoo-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/7390775841125482988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/7390775841125482988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/human-brain-analysistoo-good.html' title='Human Brain Analysis...Too Good'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-1861467498736909396</id><published>2008-08-04T01:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:05:16.685-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A HEART TOUCHING STORY'/><title type='text'>A HEART TOUCHING STORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="WIDTH: 100%" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0.75pt; PADDING-LEFT: 0.75pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0.75pt; WIDTH: 100%; PADDING-TOP: 0.75pt" width="100%"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,128);font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,128);font-family:Arial;font-size:18;"  &gt;A boy and a girl were in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,128);font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,128);font-family:'Palatino Linotype';font-size:18;"  &gt;When the girl's father came to know about their love, he did not like it at all, and so began to protest about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it happened that the two lovers decided to leave their homes for a happy future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl's father started searching for the two lovers but could not find them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, he accepted their love and asked them to come back home thru a local newspaper. Her father said "If you both come back I will allow you to marry the guy you love, I accept that you loved each other truly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in this way, their love won and they returned home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple next day went to town to shop for the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1230962936_0"&gt;wedding dress&lt;/span&gt;. He was dressed in a white shirt that day. While he was&lt;br /&gt;crossing the road to the other side to get some drinks for his wife, a car came and hit him and he died on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl was devastated and lost her senses. It was only after sometime that she recovered from her shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funeral and cremation was the very next day because he had died horribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nights later, the girl's mother had a dream in which she saw an old lady. The old lady asked her mother to wash the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1230962936_1"&gt;blood&lt;br /&gt;stains&lt;/span&gt; of the guy from her daughter's dress as soon as possible. But her mother ignored the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night her father had the same dream , he also ignored it. Then the girl had the same dream the next night, she woke up in fear and told her mother about the dream. Her mother asked her to wash the clothes with the blood stains immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She washed the stains but some remained.&lt;br /&gt;Next night she again had the same dream. She again washed the stains but some still remained. But again the next night she had the same dream and this time the old lady gave her a last&lt;br /&gt;warning to wash the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1230962936_2"&gt;blood stain&lt;/span&gt;, or else something terrible would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the girl tried her best to wash the stains, and the clothes nearly tore, but some stains still remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the late evening the same day while she was alone at home, someone knocked on the door. When she opened the door she saw the same old lady of her dream standing at her door. She got very scared and fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady woke her up... and gave her a blue object, which shocked the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked "What is this...?" The old&lt;br /&gt;lady replied... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(161,161,0);font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(161,161,0);font-family:'Palatino Linotype';font-size:18;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(161,161,0);font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(161,161,0);font-family:'Palatino Linotype';font-size:18;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Palatino Linotype';font-size:18;color:red;"&gt;"This is Nirma Washing Powder"&lt;br /&gt;"Washing powder nirma,Washing powder nirma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodh si safedi nirma se aaye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rangeen kapde bhi khil khil jaye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabki pasand nirma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washing powder nirma, Washing powder nirma. Nirma"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 ka 1, do pe ek free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how you all are feeling now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been through this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also hunting for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:'Palatino Linotype';font-size:24;"  &gt;idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:'Palatino Linotype';font-size:18;color:red;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Palatino Linotype';font-size:18;color:red;"&gt;who first crated this story!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Palatino Linotype';font-size:10;color:red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-1861467498736909396?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/1861467498736909396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/heart-touching-mail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/1861467498736909396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/1861467498736909396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/heart-touching-mail.html' title='A HEART TOUCHING STORY'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-1179114329532571341</id><published>2008-08-04T01:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:05:27.226-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughing will increase ur life span'/><title type='text'>Laughing will increase ur life span</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:'Poor Richard';font-size:13;"  &gt;1) Long back, a person who sacrificed his sleep, forgot his family, forgot his food, Forgot laughter were called &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saints"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now they are called.. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"IT professionals"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153);font-family:'Poor Richard';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) An interesting line written at the back of a Biker's T Shirt: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you are able to see this, please tell me that my girlfriend has fallen off"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:'Poor Richard';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Most Relationships fail not because of the absence of love..&lt;br /&gt;Love is always present.. Its just that, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One loves too much, And&lt;br /&gt;the other loves too many,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153);font-family:'Poor Richard';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Employee:&lt;br /&gt;Boss, Now I have got married..! Please increase my salary..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOSS:&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factory is not responsible for accidents occurring outside the company..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:'Poor Richard';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:'Poor Richard';font-size:13;"  &gt;5) &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1230962606_0"&gt;Philosophy of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1230962606_1" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,102,204) 1px dashed"&gt;married life&lt;/span&gt;, every gal treats her husband as &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on somehow the alphabets got reversed..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153);font-family:'Poor Richard';font-size:18;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What is a Fear?&lt;br /&gt;Fear is the Deep, Wrenching feeling in your stomach&lt;br /&gt;When pages of your book still smell new and Just few hours left for your exams..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:'Poor Richard';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Useful&lt;br /&gt;Someone has rightly said, "A &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;fool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;can ask More questions that a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;wise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man cannot answer"&lt;br /&gt;No Wonder why so many of us speechless when lecturers ask question..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153);font-family:'Poor Richard';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Girl:&lt;br /&gt;Do you have Cards with &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1230962606_2"&gt;sentimental Love quotes&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1230962606_3"&gt;Shopkeeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Oh sure..@! How about this card, it says "To the only boy I ever loved.!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;That's good, Give me 12 of them..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:'Poor Richard';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) A Banner cum Sign Board In front of an IT company..&lt;br /&gt;Drive Slowly, Don't kill our Employee..... Leave them to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-1179114329532571341?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/1179114329532571341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/laughing-will-increase-ur-life-span.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/1179114329532571341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/1179114329532571341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/laughing-will-increase-ur-life-span.html' title='Laughing will increase ur life span'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-4365630258296733664</id><published>2008-07-04T18:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:06:47.127-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At a Chinese call center'/><title type='text'>At a Chinese call center</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Caller: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Hello, can I speak to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Annie Wan ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:12;" &gt;Operator: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Yes, you can speak to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:12;" &gt;Caller:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; No, I want to speak to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Annie Wan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:12;" &gt;Operator: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Yes I understand you want to speak to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. You can speak to me. Who is this? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:12;" &gt;Caller:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I'm &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sam Wan .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;And I need to talk to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Annie Wan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;It's urgent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:12;" &gt;Operator: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I know you are &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and you want to talk to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;anyone !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; But what's this urgent matter about?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:12;" &gt;Caller: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Well... just tell my sister &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Annie Wan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that our brother &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Noe Wan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;was involved in an accident. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Noe Wan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;got injured and now &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Noe Wan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is being sent to the hospital. Right now, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Avery Wan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is on his way to the hospital.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:12;" &gt;Operator:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Look, if &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was injured and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was sent to the hospital, then the accident isn't an urgent matter! You may find this hilarious but I don't have time for this! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:12;" &gt;Caller: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;You are so rude! Who are you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:12;" &gt;Operator:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I'm &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Saw Ree ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:12;" &gt;Caller: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Yes! You should be &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Now give me your name!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:12;" &gt;Operator: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;That's what I said. I'm &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Saw Ree .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:12;" &gt;Caller:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Oh .....God.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Good Wan! (Good One! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-4365630258296733664?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/4365630258296733664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/at-chinese-call-center.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/4365630258296733664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/4365630258296733664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/at-chinese-call-center.html' title='At a Chinese call center'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-5701860641648010065</id><published>2008-07-04T00:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:05:40.646-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smile Please....'/><title type='text'>Smile Please....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV7-ojKB6OI/AAAAAAAAAFY/gqJ6AHdD3n0/s1600-h/dog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286942985165072610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV7-ojKB6OI/AAAAAAAAAFY/gqJ6AHdD3n0/s400/dog.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV7-gFtwkTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uGW81bGjeAo/s1600-h/tale.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286942839822913842" style="WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV7-gFtwkTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uGW81bGjeAo/s400/tale.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV7-YrmQ1bI/AAAAAAAAAFI/b_ET879rcpg/s1600-h/hen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286942712553067954" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 287px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV7-YrmQ1bI/AAAAAAAAAFI/b_ET879rcpg/s400/hen.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-5701860641648010065?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/5701860641648010065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/smile-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/5701860641648010065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/5701860641648010065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/smile-please.html' title='Smile Please....'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV7-ojKB6OI/AAAAAAAAAFY/gqJ6AHdD3n0/s72-c/dog.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-3568812165084745266</id><published>2008-07-04T00:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:05:49.756-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gr8 sardar jokes again'/><title type='text'>Gr8 sardar jokes again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1230962071_0" style="BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;Prince Charles&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1230962071_1"&gt;Sardarji&lt;/span&gt; were having dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Prince said, "Pass the wine you divine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1230962071_2" style="BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,102,204) 1px dashed; moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;Sardar&lt;/span&gt; thinks "how poetic"&lt;br /&gt;Sardar says, "pass the custard you bastard".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar at bar in New York .&lt;br /&gt;Man on his right says "Johny Walker single"&lt;br /&gt;Man on his left says "Peter Scotch single"&lt;br /&gt;Sardar says - "Baljith Singh Married"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss : am giving u job as a driver. STARTING salary Rs.2000/-, is it o.k&lt;br /&gt;Sardar : U R great sir! Starting salary is o.k.......but??&lt;br /&gt;how much is DRIVING salary...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar's theory : Moon is more impt than Sun, coz it gives light at&lt;br /&gt;night when light is needed &amp;amp; Sun gives light during the day when light&lt;br /&gt;is not needed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 sardars are driving a Car, one puts on the indicator and asks the&lt;br /&gt;other to check whether its working, he puts his head out and says&lt;br /&gt;YES...NO...YES...NO...YES...NO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar shouting 2 his girl friend " u said v will do register marriage&lt;br /&gt;and cheated me, I was waiting 4 u yesterday whole day in the post&lt;br /&gt;office....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar is in a dissection class of cockroach. He cuts its 1 leg, and&lt;br /&gt;says, "chal", it walks.&lt;br /&gt;He cuts 2nd and 3rd legs and said, "chal" , it walks.&lt;br /&gt;He cuts all the legs and said, "chal...." Finally he wrote the conclusion......&lt;br /&gt;...... "after all the legs of a cockroach are cut - it becomes deaf......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Tamilian call up sardar and asks " tamil therima??"&lt;br /&gt;Sardar got mad, angrily replied.... "Hindi tera baap!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 sardarjis looking at Egyptian mummy.&lt;br /&gt;Sar 1 : Look so many bandages, pakka lorry accident case.&lt;br /&gt;Sar 2 : Aaho, lorry number is also written...BC 1760!!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sardar on an interview 4 da post detective.&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer : who killed Gandhi?&lt;br /&gt;Sardar : Thank u sir 4 giving me d job, I will start investigating.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sardar for an exam had studied only one essay 'FRIEND', but in the&lt;br /&gt;exam the essay which came was 'FATHER' . he replaced friend with father&lt;br /&gt;in the essay and&gt;it read: AM A VERY FATHERLY PERSON, I HAVE LOTS OF FATHERS,&lt;br /&gt;SOME OF MY FATHERS ARE MALE AND SOME ARE FEMALE. MY TRUE&lt;br /&gt;FATHER IS MY NEIGHBOUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewar: what s ur qualification?&lt;br /&gt;Sardarji : Sir I am Ph.d.&lt;br /&gt;Interviewar : what do u mean by Ph.d?&lt;br /&gt;Sardarji : (smiling) PASSED HIGHSCHOOL with DIFFICULTY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitab : In which state Cauvery flows?&lt;br /&gt;Sardar : liquid state.....&lt;br /&gt;Audience clapped.. Amitab stunned, looks behind, ALL WERE SARDARS.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-3568812165084745266?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/3568812165084745266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/gr8-sardar-jokes-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/3568812165084745266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/3568812165084745266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/gr8-sardar-jokes-again.html' title='Gr8 sardar jokes again'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-4926850359624219374</id><published>2008-07-04T00:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:05:57.946-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moods of a Software Engineer...'/><title type='text'>Moods of a Software Engineer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV78rRQtY3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/bq6ITDnFFYs/s1600-h/programmermood.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286940832877601650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV78rRQtY3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/bq6ITDnFFYs/s400/programmermood.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Chiller;font-size:6;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:Chiller;font-size:24;"  &gt;YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Chiller;font-size:6;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:Chiller;font-size:24;color:blue;"   &gt;decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Chiller;font-size:6;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:Chiller;font-size:24;"  &gt; today which bucket u r in??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-4926850359624219374?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/4926850359624219374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/moods-of-software-engineer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/4926850359624219374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/4926850359624219374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/moods-of-software-engineer.html' title='Moods of a Software Engineer...'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV78rRQtY3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/bq6ITDnFFYs/s72-c/programmermood.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-2721496861999094143</id><published>2008-07-04T00:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:06:15.292-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they are dangerously intelligent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t tempt a woman'/><title type='text'>Don't tempt a woman, they are dangerously intelligent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A woman goes to Italy to attend a 2-week, company training session. Her husband drives her to the airport and wishes her to have a good trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The wife answers: "Thank you honey, what would you like me to bring for you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The husband laughs and says: "An Italian girl!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The woman kept quiet and left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Two weeks later he picks her up in the airport and asks: "So, honey, how was the trip?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"Very good, thank you." "And, what happened to my present?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"Which present?" She asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"The one I asked for - an Italian girl!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"Oh, that" she said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"Well, I did what I could; now we have to wait for few months to see if it is a girl!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Moral of the story: Don't tempt a woman, they are dangerously intelligent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-2721496861999094143?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/2721496861999094143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-tempt-woman-they-are-dangerously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/2721496861999094143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/2721496861999094143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-tempt-woman-they-are-dangerously.html' title='Don&apos;t tempt a woman, they are dangerously intelligent'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-7661561226076045625</id><published>2008-07-04T00:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:06:27.210-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Three SARDARS'/><title type='text'>Three SARDARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:18;"&gt;A policeman was interrogating 3 SARDARS who were training to become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:18;"  &gt; detectives. To test their skills in recognizing a suspect, he shows the first SIRDAR a picture for 5 seconds and then hides it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is your suspect, how would you recognize him?" The first &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1230960973_0"&gt;SARDAR&lt;/span&gt; answers, "That's easy, we'll catch him fast because he only hasone eye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The policeman says, "Well...uh...that's because the picture I showed is his side profile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly flustered by this ridiculous response, he flashes the picture&lt;br /&gt;for 5 seconds at the second SARDAR and asks him, "This is your suspect, how would you recognize him?" The second SIRDAR smiles, flips his hair and says, "Ha! He'd be too easy to catch because he only has one ear!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The policeman angrily responds, "What's the matter with you two?? Ofcourse only one eye and one ear are showing because it's a picture of&lt;br /&gt;his side profile! Is that the best answer you can come up with?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely frustrated at this point, he shows the picture to the third&lt;br /&gt;SARDAR and in a very testy voice asks, "This is your suspect, how&lt;br /&gt;would you recognize him? He quickly adds, "Think hard before giving me a stupid answer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SARDAR looks at the picture intently for a moment and says, "The suspect wears &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1230960973_1"&gt;contact lenses&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The policeman is surprised and speechless because he really doesn't&lt;br /&gt;know himself if the suspect wears contacts or not. "Well, that's an&lt;br /&gt;interesting answer. Wait here for a few minutes while I check his file and I'll get back to you on that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leaves the room and goes to his office, checks the suspect's file&lt;br /&gt;in his computer, and comes back with a beaming smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! I can't believe it. It's TRUE! The suspect does in fact wear contact lenses. Good work! How were you able to make such an astute observation?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's easy," the SARDAR replied. "He can't wear regular glasses&lt;br /&gt;because he only has one eye and one ear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bolo ta ra ra ra*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-7661561226076045625?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/7661561226076045625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/three-sardars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/7661561226076045625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/7661561226076045625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/three-sardars.html' title='Three SARDARS'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-4846469099844654751</id><published>2008-07-04T00:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:06:37.899-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How to Win Men and Women Heart...'/><title type='text'>How to Win Men and Women Heart...</title><content type='html'>How to win Men's Heart ??? RS 25 /-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV7325sGafI/AAAAAAAAAEw/jp2jHwBIvOU/s1600-h/men.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286935535150328306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV7325sGafI/AAAAAAAAAEw/jp2jHwBIvOU/s400/men.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to win Women's Heart ??? RS 25000000000? /-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV74lZTJkFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/sqcFLsAqoWc/s1600-h/woman.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286936333909594194" style="WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV74lZTJkFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/sqcFLsAqoWc/s400/woman.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-4846469099844654751?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/4846469099844654751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-to-win-men-and-women-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/4846469099844654751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/4846469099844654751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-to-win-men-and-women-heart.html' title='How to Win Men and Women Heart...'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV7325sGafI/AAAAAAAAAEw/jp2jHwBIvOU/s72-c/men.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-5234772924971572266</id><published>2008-07-04T00:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:06:57.235-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Husband Store'/><title type='text'>The Husband Store</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,102)font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12;"  &gt;A store that sells husbands has just opened in &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1230960076_0" style="BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;New York City&lt;/span&gt; , where a woman may go to choose a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=1640&amp;amp;Itemid=33" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,102); TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates. You may visit the store ONLY ONCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are six floors and the attributes of the men increase as the shopper ascends the flights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,102)font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,102)font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=1640&amp;amp;Itemid=33" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,102); TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;There is, however, a catch. ... You may choose any man from a particular floor, or you may choose to go up a floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,102)font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,102)font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=1640&amp;amp;Itemid=33" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,102); TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first floor the sign on the door reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 1 - These men have jobs and love the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 2 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, and love kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, and are extremely good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes to the fourth floor and sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop- dead good looking and help with the housework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, she goes to the fifth floor and sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop- dead gorgeous, help with the housework, and have a strong romantic streak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 6 - You are visitor 4,363,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store. Watch your step as you exit the building, and have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send this to all men for a good laugh and to all the women who can handle the truth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-5234772924971572266?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/5234772924971572266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/husband-store.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/5234772924971572266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/5234772924971572266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/husband-store.html' title='The Husband Store'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-3968487156477956818</id><published>2008-06-04T18:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:07:13.072-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drinking Problem...'/><title type='text'>Drinking Problem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:navy;"   &gt;Ha ha ha ha ha..awesome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:navy;"   &gt;:) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV6lgdQe0UI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mkJ2lyYJ_ik/s1600-h/drinking.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286844989607694658" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV6lgdQe0UI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mkJ2lyYJ_ik/s400/drinking.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Wingdings;font-size:10;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-3968487156477956818?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/3968487156477956818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/drinking-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/3968487156477956818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/3968487156477956818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/drinking-problem.html' title='Drinking Problem...'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV6lgdQe0UI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mkJ2lyYJ_ik/s72-c/drinking.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-3051004965065635935</id><published>2008-06-04T18:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:07:22.402-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How to identify city...'/><title type='text'>How to identify city...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,32,65)font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:13;"  &gt;How to identify cities in &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1230939069_3"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt; ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,32,65);font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:13;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:#a11f12;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(161,31,18);font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1230939069_4" style="BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,102,204) 1px dashed; moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;Scenario&lt;/span&gt; 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:#a11f12;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(161,31,18);font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys are fighting and a third guy comes along, then a fourth and they start arguing about who's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kolkata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys are fighting and a third guy comes along, sees them and walks on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys are fighting and a third guy comes along &amp;amp; tries to make peace.The first two get together &amp;amp; beat him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Delhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys are fighting. A crowd gathers to watch. A guy comes along And quietly opens a chai-stall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ahmedabad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 5&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys are fighting and a third guy comes he writes a software Program to stop the fight. But the fight doesn't stop b'cos of a bug in the&lt;br /&gt;program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 6&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys are fighting. A crowd gathers to watch. A guy comes along And quietly says that "AMMA" doesn't like all this nonsense. Peace comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Chennai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 7&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys are fighting. Third guy comes along with a carton of beer. All sit together drinking beer and abusing each other and all go home being friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Goa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 8&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys are fighting. Both of them take time out and call their Friends on mobile. Now 50 guys are fighting.&lt;br /&gt;. .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . You are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:#a13f00;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(161,63,0);font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:13;"  &gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:#a11f12;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(161,31,18);font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:13;"  &gt; IN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:13;color:navy;"&gt; BHOPAL ………………….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-3051004965065635935?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/3051004965065635935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-to-identify-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/3051004965065635935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/3051004965065635935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-to-identify-city.html' title='How to identify city...'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-1699591079587779099</id><published>2008-06-04T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:07:31.905-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fariyaad...'/><title type='text'>Fariyaad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ek baar mere baap,&lt;br /&gt;Please ek bar ... ek match jeeta de....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV6cy1ZFvbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2uRbvHi3ZiY/s1600-h/fariyaad.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286835409719246258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV6cy1ZFvbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2uRbvHi3ZiY/s320/fariyaad.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-1699591079587779099?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/1699591079587779099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/fariyaad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/1699591079587779099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/1699591079587779099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/fariyaad.html' title='Fariyaad...'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV6cy1ZFvbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2uRbvHi3ZiY/s72-c/fariyaad.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-2194143872358233549</id><published>2008-06-04T17:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:08:05.814-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson of the Day'/><title type='text'>Lesson of the Day</title><content type='html'>A Mom comes to visit her son Kumar for dinner.....who lives with a girl&lt;br /&gt;roommate Sunita. During the course of the meal, his mother couldn't&lt;br /&gt;help but notice how pretty Kumar's roommate was. She had long been&lt;br /&gt;suspicious of a relationship between the two, and this had only made&lt;br /&gt;her more curious.&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she&lt;br /&gt;started to wonder if there was more between Kumar and his roommate than&lt;br /&gt;met the eye.&lt;br /&gt;Reading his mom's thoughts, Kumar volunteered, "I know what you must be&lt;br /&gt;thinking, but I assure you, Sunita and I are just roommates." About a&lt;br /&gt;week later, Sunita came to Kumar saying, "Ever since your mother came&lt;br /&gt;to dinner, I've been unable to find the silver plate. You don't suppose&lt;br /&gt;she took it, do you?" Kumar said ,"Well, I doubt it, but I'll email&lt;br /&gt;her, jjust to be sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he sat down and wrote :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mother:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that you 'did' take the silver plate from my house, I'm&lt;br /&gt;not saying that you 'did not' take the silver plate.. But the fact&lt;br /&gt;remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Kumar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several days later, Kumar received an email from his Mother which read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Son:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with Sunita, and I'm not saying that&lt;br /&gt;you 'do not' sleep with Sunita. But the fact remains that if she was&lt;br /&gt;sleeping in her OWN bed, she would have found the silver plate by now&lt;br /&gt;under the pillow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Lesson of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Don't Lie to Your Mother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-2194143872358233549?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/2194143872358233549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/lesson-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/2194143872358233549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/2194143872358233549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/lesson-of-day.html' title='Lesson of the Day'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-7853463450520498721</id><published>2008-06-04T16:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:07:54.994-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOME DEFINATIONS...'/><title type='text'>SOME DEFINATIONS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt;: A place where Papa pays and Son plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Life Insurance&lt;/span&gt;: A contract that keeps you poor all your life so that&lt;br /&gt;you can die Rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Nurse&lt;/span&gt;: A person who wakes u up to give you sleeping pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Marriage&lt;/span&gt;: It's an agreement in which a man loses his bachelor degree and a woman gains her masters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Divorce&lt;/span&gt;: Future tense of Marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Tears&lt;/span&gt;: The hydraulic force by which masculine willpower is defeated by feminine waterpower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Lecture&lt;/span&gt;: An art of transferring information from the notes of the Lecturer to the notes of the students without passing through "the minds of either"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Conference&lt;/span&gt;: The confusion of one man multiplied by the number present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Compromise: &lt;/span&gt;The art of dividing a cake in such a way that everybody believes he got the biggest piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Dictionary &lt;/span&gt;: A place where success comes before work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Conference Room&lt;/span&gt; : A place where everybody talks, nobody listens and everybody disagrees later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Father: &lt;/span&gt;A banker provided by nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Criminal: &lt;/span&gt;A guy no different from the rest....except that he got caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Boss: &lt;/span&gt;Someone who is early when you are late and late when you are early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Politician &lt;/span&gt;: One who shakes your hand before elections and your Confidence after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Doctor &lt;/span&gt;: A person who kills your ills by pills, and kills you by bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Classic: &lt;/span&gt;Books, which people praise, but do not read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Smile: &lt;/span&gt;A curve that can set a lot of things straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Office: &lt;/span&gt;A place where you can relax after your strenuous home life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yawn: &lt;/span&gt;The only time some married men ever get to open their mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Etc.: &lt;/span&gt;A sign to make others believe that you know more than you actually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Committee &lt;/span&gt;: Individuals who can do nothing individually and sit to decide that nothing can be done together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Experience: &lt;/span&gt;The name men give to their mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Atom Bomb: &lt;/span&gt;An invention to end all inventions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Philosopher: &lt;/span&gt;A fool who torments himself during life, to be spoken of when dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-7853463450520498721?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/7853463450520498721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-definations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/7853463450520498721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/7853463450520498721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-definations.html' title='SOME DEFINATIONS...'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-4729808346591187304</id><published>2008-05-04T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:08:28.314-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interview'/><title type='text'>Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Interview&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer : Tell me the opposite of good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar : Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer : Come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar : Go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer : Ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar : Pichlli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer : U G L Y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar : PICHLLY !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer : Shut Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar : Keep Talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer : Get Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar : Come In.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer : Oh my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar : Oh my Devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer : U r Rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar : I am Selected. BALLE BALLLE............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-4729808346591187304?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/4729808346591187304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/interview.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/4729808346591187304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/4729808346591187304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/interview.html' title='Interview'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-3898661719557055663</id><published>2008-05-04T16:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:08:42.090-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s a Software Engineer&apos;s wedding Invitation'/><title type='text'>It's a Software Engineer's wedding Invitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV6EFYGbvFI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HJwsFFy_Esc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286808240483187794" style="WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV6EFYGbvFI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HJwsFFy_Esc/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-3898661719557055663?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/3898661719557055663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-software-engineers-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/3898661719557055663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/3898661719557055663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-software-engineers-wedding.html' title='It&apos;s a Software Engineer&apos;s wedding Invitation'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV6EFYGbvFI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HJwsFFy_Esc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-3421789546974311363</id><published>2008-05-04T16:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:08:50.952-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Try this...Really good'/><title type='text'>Try this...Really good</title><content type='html'>How smart is Your Right Foot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just try this. It is from an orthopedic surgeon............ This will boggle your mind and you will keep trying over and over again to see if you can outsmart your foot, but, you can't. It's pre-programmed in your brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. While sitting where you are at your desk in front of your computer, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Now, while doing this, draw the number '6' in the air with your right Hand. Your foot will change direction!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-3421789546974311363?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/3421789546974311363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/try-thisreally-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/3421789546974311363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/3421789546974311363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/try-thisreally-good.html' title='Try this...Really good'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-127597758121599654</id><published>2008-05-04T16:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:09:02.061-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deadlock Explained ...'/><title type='text'>Deadlock Explained ...</title><content type='html'>Boss said to secretary: For a week we will go abroad, so make arrangements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretary makes call to her husband: For a week my boss and I will be going abroad, you look after yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband makes call to his secret lover: My wife is going abroad for a week, so let’s spend the week together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret lover makes call to small boy whom she is giving private tuition: I have work for a week, so you need not come for class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small boy makes call to his grandfather: Grandpa, for a week I don't have class 'coz my teacher is busy. Let’s spend the week together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(the 1st boss ;) )&lt;/span&gt; makes call to his secretary: This week I am spending my time with my grandson. We cannot attend that meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretary makes call to her husband: This week my boss has some work, we cancelled our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband makes call to his secret lover: We cannot spend this week together, my wife has cancelled her trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret lover makes call to small boy whom she is giving private tuition: This week we will have class as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small boy makes call to his grandfather: Grandpa, my teacher said this week I have to attend class. Sorry I can't give you company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa (Boss) makes call to his secretary: Don't worry this week we will attend that meeting, so make arrangements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;This is called deadlock!!!&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-127597758121599654?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/127597758121599654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/deadlock-explained.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/127597758121599654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/127597758121599654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/deadlock-explained.html' title='Deadlock Explained ...'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-5462910106766336058</id><published>2008-05-04T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:09:10.592-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4 Friends at a Party...'/><title type='text'>4 Friends at a Party...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Four friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...who hadn't seen each other in 30 years, reunited at a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several drinks, one of the men had to use the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;room. Those who remained talked about their kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The first guy said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."My son is my pride and joy. He started working at a successful company at the bottom of the barrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He studied Economics and Business Administration and soon began to climb the corporate ladder and now he's the president of the company. He became so rich that he gave his best friend a top of the line Mercedes for his birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The second guy said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."Darn, that's terrific! My son is also my pride and joy. He started working for a big airline, and then went to flight school to become a pilot. Eventually he became a partner in the company, where he owns the majority of its assets. He's so rich that he gave his best friend a brand new jet for his birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The third man said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."Well, that's terrific! My son studied in the best universities and became an engineer. Then he started his own construction company and is now a multimillionaire. He also gave away something very nice and expensive to his best friend for his birthday: A 30,000 square foot mansion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three friends congratulated each other just as the fourth returned from the restroom and asked: "What are all the congratulations for?" One of the three said: "We were talking about the pride we feel for the successes of our sons. ...What about your son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The fourth man replied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."My son is gay and makes a living dancing as a stripper at a nightclub."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three friends said: "What a shame...what a disappointment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth man replied: "No, I'm not ashamed. He's my son and I love him. And he hasn't done too bad either. His birthday was two weeks ago, and he received a beautiful 30,000 square foot mansion, a brand new jet and a top of the line Mercedes from his three boyfriends. !!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-5462910106766336058?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/5462910106766336058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/4-friends-at-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/5462910106766336058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/5462910106766336058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/4-friends-at-party.html' title='4 Friends at a Party...'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-1501985301500239439</id><published>2008-05-04T15:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:09:20.084-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Read it ... its interesting'/><title type='text'>Read it ... its interesting</title><content type='html'>An Indian guy is travelling around the Greek Islands . He walks into a bar and, by chance, is served by an Indian barmaid. As she takes his order, a Foster's, she notices his accent. Over the course of the evening they get chatting. At the end of her shift he asks if she wants to come back to his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she is attracted to him she says no. He then offers to pay her Rs.5,000 to sleep with him. As she is travelling around the world, and is short of funds, she agrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night the guy turns up again. Again he orders Fosters and after showing her plenty of attention, asks if she will sleep with him again for Rs.5,000. She remembers the night before and is only too happy to agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes on for 5 nights. On the 6th night the guy comes in again, orders Fosters but goes and sits in the corner. The barmaid thinks that if she pays him more attention then, maybe she can shake some more cash out of him. So she goes over and sits next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asks him where he's from in India . - " Delhi ", he tells her.&lt;br /&gt;So am I. What suburb?" she enquires. "Paschim Vihar" he replies.&lt;br /&gt;"That's amazing..... ...." she says excitedly, "..........so am I - what Road?" " S.V.P. Road " he replies.&lt;br /&gt;This is unbelievable. ........" she says, her voice quavering.&lt;br /&gt;"Which Building?" "Chandra Mahal", he replies.&lt;br /&gt;She is totally astonished. "You are NOT going to believe this...... ",&lt;br /&gt;She screams, "but I'm from Surya MahaL......2 buildings down the lane! My parents still live there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I know..." he says, "Your Dad gave me Rs.25,000 to give to you".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-1501985301500239439?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/1501985301500239439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/read-it-its-interesting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/1501985301500239439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/1501985301500239439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/read-it-its-interesting.html' title='Read it ... its interesting'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-5869254638294215446</id><published>2008-04-04T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:09:37.897-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesome...'/><title type='text'>Awesome...</title><content type='html'>Once a smart software engineer and his Project Manager were traveling towards Ooty in a train. Just Opposite to their seat, a beautiful girl was sitting along with her grand ma. With in some time, Eye-Eye interactions started between Our software engineer &amp;amp; that girl. After some minutes, train started moving in to a tunnel and it was very dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, every body heard a Kiss sound followed by a sound of slapping.&lt;br /&gt;Every body remained silent, when the train came out of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand ma thought that," The Guy is a rogue; how dare he is? He has kissed my grand daughter! But my Grand daughter is genuine; she immediately slapped that guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM thought that," I can't believe that this guy has kissed that girl! But it is unfair that she slapped me by mistake"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl thought that," I feel happy, when that guy kissed me, but I feel sorry that my grand ma has slapped him".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Finally, do u know what our clever S/W engineer thought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"This one minute in my life is wonderful, it hardly comes...because, at a time I have kissed a girl and also I have slapped my PM."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-5869254638294215446?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/5869254638294215446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/5869254638294215446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/5869254638294215446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/awesome.html' title='Awesome...'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-7759441792151889743</id><published>2008-04-04T15:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:09:52.950-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Programmer vs Project Manager'/><title type='text'>Programmer vs Project Manager</title><content type='html'>A man is flying in a hot air balloon and realizes he is lost.&lt;br /&gt;He reduces height and spots a man down below. He lowers the balloon&lt;br /&gt;further and shouts, 'Excuse me, can you help me? I promised my friend I&lt;br /&gt;Would meet him half an hour ago, but I don't know where I am.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man below says, 'Yes. You are in a hot air balloon, Hovering&lt;br /&gt;approximately 30 feet above this field. You are between 40 and 42&lt;br /&gt;degrees North latitude, and between 58 and 60 degrees West Longitude.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You must be a programmer,' says the balloonist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am,' replies the man. 'How did you know?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well,' says the balloonist, 'everything you have told me is Technically&lt;br /&gt;correct, but I have no idea what to make of your Information and the&lt;br /&gt;fact is I am still lost.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man below says, "You must be a project manager."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, I am,' replies the balloonist, 'but how did you know?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well,' says the man, 'you don't know where you are, or where You are&lt;br /&gt;going. You have made a promise which you have no idea how to Keep, and&lt;br /&gt;you expect me to solve your problem.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7670374040190524206-7759441792151889743?l=madasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/feeds/7759441792151889743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/programmer-vs-project-manager.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/7759441792151889743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7670374040190524206/posts/default/7759441792151889743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madasty.blogspot.com/2009/01/programmer-vs-project-manager.html' title='Programmer vs Project Manager'/><author><name>madasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136164596729512043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdytqb5XsBI/SV-Fq9NNz-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8R9IhqjeYmo/S220/IMG_0705.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670374040190524206.post-1452899750345463744</id><published>2008-04-04T15:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:10:06.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apology Letter (funny)'/><title type='text'>Apology Letter (funny)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;A School Master from a remote rural area in Bihar was transferred to&lt;br /&gt;a new School in Mumbai. He reported for duty two days after the actual&lt;br /&gt;date of joining. Consequently he was asked for an explanation in&lt;br /&gt;writing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Apology letter -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deer sur,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If small small mistakes getting inside my letter, I big you pardon,&lt;br /&gt;ass I am not a good englis speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my fist vijit to Bombai. Stickly speaking, I wanted to joint&lt;br /&gt;your school more fastly,but for the following region, too much time&lt;br /&gt;lost in getting slipper reservation in three-tyre compartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tolded I has head ache problem due to migration. Still the clerk&lt;br /&gt;rejected to give ticket to I and my sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I putted a complain on station masterji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said I to go to the lady clerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first she also rejected. I then pressed for long time and finally&lt;br /&gt;with great difficulty she gave a birth to my sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I thanked the station master also because he was phully&lt;br /&gt;responsible for getting birth of my sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ass a hole it was a bhery diphicult experiment in my hole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope u will look into explain my hole story after,and late me joint&lt;br /&gt;first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now ending this fastly. 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