<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217</id><updated>2012-02-09T19:51:30.513+05:30</updated><category term='Tech'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Cartoons'/><title type='text'>Email Funs</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a collection of so called junk emails which may generate fun after reading it or it may have some learnings within it.

Just a thought to give a good shape to garbage (junk) looking stuffs.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-8474282909159170578</id><published>2011-04-03T23:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-03T23:19:14.805+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Letters 'a', 'b', 'c' &amp; 'd'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Do you know .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letters 'a', 'b', 'c' &amp;amp; 'd' do not appear anywhere in the spellings of 1 to 99&lt;br /&gt;(Letter 'd' comes for the first time in Hundred) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letters 'a', 'b' &amp;amp; 'c' do not appear anywhere in the spellings of 1 to 999 &lt;br /&gt;(Letter 'a' comes for the first time in Thousand) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letters 'b' &amp;amp; 'c' do not appear anywhere in the spellings of 1 to 999,999,999 &lt;br /&gt;(Letter 'b' comes for the first time in Billion) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;br /&gt;Letter 'c' does not appear anywhere in in the spellings of entire English Counting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-8474282909159170578?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/8474282909159170578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=8474282909159170578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/8474282909159170578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/8474282909159170578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2011/04/letters-b-c-d.html' title='Letters &apos;a&apos;, &apos;b&apos;, &apos;c&apos; &amp; &apos;d&apos;'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-1098075512307903265</id><published>2010-11-13T19:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-13T21:42:25.279+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Luck Factor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/TN6WrI6eV4I/AAAAAAAACUQ/ILjdZIlbR1k/s1600/image001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/TN6WrI6eV4I/AAAAAAAACUQ/ILjdZIlbR1k/s640/image001.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://docs.google.com/viewer?a=v&amp;amp;pid=explorer&amp;amp;chrome=true&amp;amp;srcid=1UMJTSviBuroMSE5aopHLSHkvecvhXbJJnU5pZNz7LZdSF-Ju-IYKBhff0faf&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;The Luck Factor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-1098075512307903265?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/1098075512307903265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=1098075512307903265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/1098075512307903265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/1098075512307903265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2010/11/httpdocs.html' title='The Luck Factor'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/TN6WrI6eV4I/AAAAAAAACUQ/ILjdZIlbR1k/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-1828187007032300922</id><published>2010-10-17T21:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-17T22:15:41.074+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How to knot a tie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.stockmann.lv/portal/2300/"&gt;http://www.stockmann.lv/portal/2300/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/TLsjhWHDdWI/AAAAAAAACQQ/HnJ5wjN-eFw/s1600/tie_fre_green.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/TLsjhWHDdWI/AAAAAAAACQQ/HnJ5wjN-eFw/s320/tie_fre_green.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FppCJ46C31A"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FppCJ46C31A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-1828187007032300922?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/1828187007032300922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=1828187007032300922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/1828187007032300922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/1828187007032300922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-to-knot-tie.html' title='How to knot a tie'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/TLsjhWHDdWI/AAAAAAAACQQ/HnJ5wjN-eFw/s72-c/tie_fre_green.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-5225342447866407470</id><published>2010-09-07T23:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-07T23:34:00.568+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Positive Attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;A baby mosquito came back after flying the first time. His dad asked him "How do you feel?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He replied "It was wonderful, Everyone was clapping for me!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Now that’s what is called “Positive Attitude”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;"Only two persons are happy in this world. One is MAD &amp;amp; another is Child. Be a Mad to achieve what U desire… Be a Child to enjoy what U have……."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-5225342447866407470?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/5225342447866407470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=5225342447866407470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/5225342447866407470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/5225342447866407470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2010/09/positive-attitude.html' title='Positive Attitude'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-3420540025247307487</id><published>2010-08-02T23:36:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-02T23:38:46.079+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Class test excuse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One Night 4 College Students Were Playing Till Late Night And Didn’t Study For The Test Which Was Scheduled For The Next Day.In the morning they thought of a plan. They made themselves look as dirty and weird with grease and dirt. They then went up to the Dean and said that they had gone out to a wedding last night and on their return the tyre of their car burst and they had to push the car all the way back and that they were in no condition to appear for the test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the Dean said they can have the re-test after 3 days. They thanked him and said they will be ready by that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day they appeared before the Dean. The Dean said that as this was a Special Condition Test, All four were required to sit in separate classrooms for the test. They all agreed as they had prepared well in the last 3 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Test consisted of 2 questions with the total of 100 Marks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Q.1. Your Name…………………….( 2 MARKS )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Q.2. Which tyre burst?……………( 98 MARKS )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a) Front Left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; b) Front Right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; c) Back Left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; d) Back Right …!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-3420540025247307487?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/3420540025247307487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=3420540025247307487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/3420540025247307487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/3420540025247307487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2010/08/class-test-excuse.html' title='Class test excuse'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-1447043553713731734</id><published>2010-07-23T22:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-23T22:17:34.026+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Drinking Water at the Correct Time........!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Drinking water at the correct time &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;maximizes its effectiveness on the Human body:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;- 2 glasses of water after waking up helps activate internal organs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;- 1 glass of water 30 minutes before a meal - helps digestion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;- 1 glass of water before taking a bath - helps lower blood pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;- 1 glass of water before going to bed - avoids stroke or heart attack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-1447043553713731734?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/1447043553713731734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=1447043553713731734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/1447043553713731734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/1447043553713731734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2010/07/drinking-water-at-correct-time.html' title='Drinking Water at the Correct Time........!!'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-5049005412078457783</id><published>2010-05-29T03:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-29T03:43:59.301+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Give some time to read it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vivek Pradhan wasn't a happy man. Even the plush comfort of the First Class air-conditioned compartment of the Shatabdi Express couldn't cool his frayed nerves. He was the Project Manager and entitled to air travel. It was not the prestige he sought, he had tried to reason with the admin guy, it was the savings in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A PM had so many things to do! He opened his case and took out the laptop, determined to put the time to some good use. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Are you from the software industry sir," the man beside him was staring appreciatively at the laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vivek glanced briefly and mumbled in affirmation, handling the laptop now with exaggerated care and importance as if it were an expensive car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"You people have brought so much advancement to the country sir. Today everything is getting computerized."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Thanks," smiled Vivek, turning around to give the man a detailed look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He always found it difficult to resist appreciation. The man was young and stocky like a sportsman. He looked simple and strangely out of place in that little lap of luxury like a small town boy in a prep school. He probably was a Railway sportsman making the most of his free traveling pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"You people always amaze me," the man continued, "You sit in an office and write something on a computer and it does so many big things outside."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vivek smiled deprecatingly. Naivety demanded reasoning not anger. "It is not as simple as that my friend. It is not just a question of writing a few lines. There is a lot of process that goes behind it." For a moment he was tempted to explain the entire Software Development Lifecycle but Restrained himself to a single statement. "It is complex, very complex." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"It has to be. No wonder you people are so highly paid," came the reply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was not turning out as Vivek had thought. A hint of belligerence came into his so far affable, persuasive tone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Everyone just sees the money. No one sees the amount of hard work we have to put in." "Hard work!" "Indians have such a narrow concept of hard work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just because we sit in an air-conditioned office doesn't mean our brows don't sweat. You exercise the muscle; we exercise the mind and believe me that is no less taxing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He had the man where he wanted him and it was time to drive home the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Let me give you an example. Take this train. The entire railway reservation system is computerized. You can book a train ticket between any two stations from any of the hundreds of computerized booking centers across the country. Thousands of transactions accessing a single database at a given time; concurrency, data integrity, locking, data security. Do you understand the complexity in designing and coding such a system?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The man was stuck with amazement, like a child at a planetarium. This was something big and beyond his imagination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"You design and code such things."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I used to," Vivek paused for effect, "But now I am the project manager,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Oh!" sighed the man, as if the storm had passed over, "so your life is easy now."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was like being told the fire was better than the frying pan. The man had to be given a feel of the heat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Oh come on, does life ever get easy as you go up the ladder. Responsibility only brings more work. Design and coding! That is the easier part. Now I don't do it, but I am responsible for it and believe me, that is far more stressful. My job is to get the work done in time and with the highest quality. And to tell you about the pressures! There is the customer at one end always changing his requirements, the user wanting something else and your boss always expecting you to have finished it yesterday."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vivek paused in his diatribe, his belligerence fading with self-realization. What he had said was not merely the outburst of a wronged man, it was the truth. And one need not get angry while defending the truth. "My friend," he concluded triumphantly, "you don't know what it is to be in the line of fire."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The man sat back in his chair, his eyes closed as if in realization. When he spoke after sometime, it was with a calm certainty that surprised Vivek. "I know sir, I know what it is to be in the line of fire," He was staring blankly as if no passenger, no train existed, just a vast expanse of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"There were 30 of us when we were ordered to capture Point 4875 in the cover of the night. The enemy was firing from the top. There was no knowing where the next bullet was going to come from and for whom. In the morning when we finally hoisted the tricolor at the top only 4 of us were alive."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"You are a..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I am Subedar Sushant Singh from the 13 J&amp;amp;K Rifles on duty at Peak 4875 in Kargil. They tell me I have completed my term and can opt for a land assignment. But tell me sir, can one give up duty just because it makes life easier. On the dawn of that capture one of my colleagues lay injured in the snow, open to enemy fire while we were hiding behind a bunker. It was my job to go and fetch that soldier to safety. But my captain refused me permission and went ahead himself. He said that the first pledge he had taken as a Gentleman Cadet was to put the safety and welfare of the nation foremost followed by the safety and welfare of the men he commanded. His own personal safety came last, always and every time. He was killed as he shielded that soldier into the bunker. Every morning now as I stand guard I can see him taking all those bullets, which were actually meant for me. I know sir, I know what it is to be in the line of fire."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vivek looked at him in disbelief not sure of his reply. Abruptly he switched off the laptop. It seemed trivial, even insulting to edit a word document in the presence of a man for whom valor and duty was a daily part of life; a valor and sense of duty which he had so far attributed only to epical heroes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The train slowed down as it pulled into the station and Subedar Sushant Singh picked up his bags to alight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"It was nice meeting you sir."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vivek fumbled with the handshake. This was the hand that had climbed mountains, pressed the trigger and hoisted the tricolor. Suddenly as if by impulse he stood at attention, and his right hand went up in an impromptu salute. It was the least he felt he could do for the country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The incident he narrates during the capture of Peak 4875 is a true life incident during the Kargil war. Major Vikram Batra sacrificed his life while trying to save one of the men he commanded, as victory was within sight. For this and his various other acts of bravery he was posthumously awarded the Param Vir Chakra - the nation's highest military award. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-5049005412078457783?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/5049005412078457783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=5049005412078457783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/5049005412078457783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/5049005412078457783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2010/05/give-some-time-to-read-it.html' title='Give some time to read it!!'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-2499825912147300100</id><published>2010-05-20T00:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-20T00:44:10.482+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Panchatantra story, American banks &amp; lalit modi …</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Something which is crucial to the financial services industry is the concept of being too big to fail, which has been put to good use by Citigroup, Bear Stearns, and Goldman Sachs over the past few years in sucking money from American taxpayers. This beautiful concept was also invented by an Indian - Vishnu Sharma, the author of the Panchatantra, in the story of the Weaver and the Chariot Maker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The story of the weaver and chariot maker is one of the Panchatantra stories that usually doesn't make it to primary school textbooks or Amar Chitra Katha, mostly because it's full of sex, war, and moral hazard. Since you probably haven't read it, here's a quick summary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;A weaver sees a princess during a festival and falls in love with her. As a weaver, he has no chance of marrying her, so he sinks into depression. His friend, a chariot maker decides to help him out. He designs a flying chariot in the shape of Garuda, dresses the weaver up as Vishnu, and tells him to fly the chariot into the princess's room, tell her that he is Vishnu and wants to marry her Gandharva style. That is, the wedding is kept a secret from everyone except the princess and the faux-Vishnu. The princess agrees, and the weaver comes back every night to consummate the marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Eventually, the maids notice that the princess is spending her days in total bliss, suspect that she's in love, and tell the King. The King asks her what's going on, and she tells him that she's married to Vishnu himself. The King is absolutely delighted, and decides that there's no point in paying tribute to the Chakravarti now that Vishnu himself is on the kingdom's side. The next night, he catches the weaver as he enters the princess's room and asks him to fight the Chakravarti' s army.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The weaver is horrified. Pretending to be Vishnu was fine when it allowed him to make sweet, sweet love to the princess, but taking on the role of Vishnu to face an imperial army single-handed is another thing altogether. On the other hand, if he confesses to the King that he is not actually Vishnu and has been boinking the princess under false pretences for the past month, he will have his head chopped off. So he decides to get on to the battlefield and do the best job he can, while the King is whipping up enthusiasm in the population by telling them that Vishnu himself is going to do all the fighting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;By this time, Garuda (the real one, not the mechanical one) has tipped off Vishnu about what's going on, and warned him that if the fake Vishnu doesn't win the battle, the people of the kingdom will lose all faith in him. Vishnu doesn't want to see this happen, so on the battlefield he enters the weaver's body and annihilates the Chakravarti' s army. The entire army. Every single soldier. After this, the weaver marries the princess, everyone goes on worshipping Vishnu, and the king becomes the new Chakravarti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The moral is that you should conduct your affairs in such a way that if you fail, it will lead to someone or something even bigger or more powerful failing too. This lets you get away with anything. The weaver got away with having sex with the princess on false pretences (this is rape under Section 375 of the Indian Penal Code), pretending to be a god (awesomely enough, this too is a criminal offence under Section 508), and annihilating an entire army that was fighting a just war - after all, it was the king who broke the treaty (you could make a case for this being genocide under Article 2 of the UN Convention on the Prevention and Punishment of the Crime of Genocide).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;American banks and financial institutions were very good at absorbing this lesson, and leveraged themselves up to such an extent that if they failed they would take the global economy down with them. And just as the weaver lived happily ever after with the princess, banks have lived happily ever after with taxpayer-funded bailouts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But no matter how hard American investment banks try, Indians still remain the masters of this art. If the whole truth surrounding Lalit Modi is revealed, big politicians might be trapped. Modi is, thus, likely to get away lightly -- as is A Raja, who might have given away spectrum at bargain basement rates, but whose sacking would lead to the government collapsing. All this goes to show that no matter what the anguished elderly gentlemen who write letters to the editor feel, Indians are still in touch with our ancient and glorious culture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-2499825912147300100?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/2499825912147300100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=2499825912147300100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/2499825912147300100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/2499825912147300100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2010/05/panchatantra-story-american-banks-lalit.html' title='A Panchatantra story, American banks &amp; lalit modi …'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-3267971017190374641</id><published>2010-05-04T09:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-04T09:07:48.513+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HOW SMART IS YOUR RIGHT FOOT?</title><content type='html'>It is absolutely true that there are some things that the brain cannot handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to try this and, it only takes &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;2 seconds&lt;/span&gt;. I could not believe this. Received from an orthopaedic surgeon...This will confuse your mind, and I am sure you will keep trying over and over again to see if you can outsmart your foot, but, you can't. It is pre-programmed in your brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. While sitting 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;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-3267971017190374641?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/3267971017190374641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=3267971017190374641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/3267971017190374641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/3267971017190374641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-smart-is-your-right-foot.html' title='HOW SMART IS YOUR RIGHT FOOT?'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-2296910606151742155</id><published>2010-03-28T22:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-29T01:58:39.229+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mahatma Gandhi's Talisman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Those who would have gone through first few pages of any NCERT book, must have noticed this-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"I will give you a talisman. Whenever you are in doubt, or when the self becomes too much with you, apply the following test. Recall the face of the poorest and the weakest person whom you have seen and ask yourself if the step you contemplate is going to be of any use to that person. Will he gain anything by it? Will it restore him to a control over his own life and destiny? In other words, will it lead to Swaraj for the hungry and spiritually starving millions? Then you will find your doubts and yourself melting away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It has been titled as "Mahatma Gandhi's Talisman" - A charm, something that brings magic if you carry it with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-2296910606151742155?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/2296910606151742155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=2296910606151742155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/2296910606151742155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/2296910606151742155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2010/03/mahatma-gandhis-talisman.html' title='Mahatma Gandhi&apos;s Talisman'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-7031623794035408532</id><published>2010-03-21T13:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-21T13:22:57.970+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Be Willing to Learn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Many of us are reluctant to learn from the people closest to us — our authorities, colleagues, staff and friends. Rather than being open to learning, we close ourselves off out of embarrassment, fear, stubbornness, or pride. It's almost as if we say to ourselves, "I have already learned all that I can [or want to learn] from this person; there is nothing else I can [or need to] learn."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It's sad, because often the people closest to us know us the best. They are sometimes able to see ways in which we are acting in a self-defeating manner and can offer very simple solutions. If we are too proud or stubborn to learn, we lose out on some wonderful, simple ways to improve our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Remain open to the suggestions of your authorities and other devotees. Ask senior devotees and authorities, "What are some of my blind spots?" By this simple process you end up getting some good advice. It's such a simple shortcut for growth, yet almost no one uses it. All it takes is a little courage and humility, and the ability to let go of your ego. This is especially true if you are in the habit of ignoring suggestions, taking them as criticism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Pick something that you feel the person whom you are asking is qualified to answer. Sometimes the advice we get usually prevents us from having to learn something the hard way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-7031623794035408532?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/7031623794035408532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=7031623794035408532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/7031623794035408532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/7031623794035408532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2010/03/be-willing-to-learn.html' title='Be Willing to Learn'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-5624468822715935608</id><published>2010-03-21T13:21:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-21T13:37:25.891+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>I'm still laughing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An elderly man on a Moped (two wheeler), looking about 100 years old, pulls up next to a doctor at a street light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The old man looks over at the sleek shiny car and asks, ' What kind of car ya got there, sonny?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The doctor replies, ' A Ferrari GTO. It cost half a million dollars ! '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;' That's a lot of money,' says the old man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;' Why does it cost so much?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;' Because this car can do up to 320 miles an hour !' states the doctor proudly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Moped driver asks, 'Mind if I take a look inside?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;' No problem,' replies the doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the old man pokes his head in the window and looks around. Then, sitting back on his Moped, the old man says, ' That's a pretty nice car, all right... but I'll stick with my Moped!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just then the light changes,&amp;nbsp;So the doctor decides to show the old man just what his car can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He floors it, and within 30 seconds.&amp;nbsp;The speedometer reads 160 mph.Suddenly, he notices a dot in his rear view mirror. It seems to be getting closer! He slows down to see what it could be And suddenly WHOOOOSSSHHH! Something whips by him going much faster! 'What on earth could be going faster than my Ferrari ?' the doctor asks himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He presses harder on the accelerator And takes the Ferrari up to 250 mph. Then, up ahead of him, He sees that it's the old man on the Moped! Amazed that the Moped could pass his Ferrari , he gives it more gas and passes the Moped at 275 mph. And he's feeling pretty good until he looks in his mirror and sees the old man gaining on him AGAIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Astounded by the speed of this old guy, He floors the gas pedal and takes the Ferrari all the way up to 320 mph. Not ten seconds later, he sees the Moped bearing down on him again! The Ferrari is flat out, and there's nothing he can do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Suddenly, the Moped plows into the back of his Ferrari, demolishing the rear end. The doctor stops and jumps out and unbelievably the old man is still alive.&amp;nbsp;He runs up to the banged-up old guy and says, 'I'm a doctor.... Is there anything I can do for you?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The old man whispers, 'Unhook my suspenders from your side view mirror!'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-5624468822715935608?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/5624468822715935608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=5624468822715935608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/5624468822715935608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/5624468822715935608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-still-laughing.html' title='I&apos;m still laughing!'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-1931812283260239760</id><published>2010-03-10T01:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-29T03:45:21.616+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How Well It Was Done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Three people were laying bricks. A passerby asked them what they were doing. The first one replied, "Don't you see I am making a living?" The second one said, "Don't you see I am laying bricks and making a wall?" The third one said, "I am building a beautiful monument." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here were three people doing the same thing who had totally different perspectives on what they were doing. They had three very different attitudes about their work. And would their attitude affect their performance? The answer is clearly yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Excellence comes when the performer takes pride in doing his best. Every job is a self-portrait of the person who does it, regardless of what the job is, whether washing cars, sweeping the floor or painting a house. Most people forget how fast you did a job, but they remember how well it was done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If a man is called to be street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-1931812283260239760?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/1931812283260239760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=1931812283260239760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/1931812283260239760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/1931812283260239760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-well-it-was-done.html' title='How Well It Was Done!'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-6196819977495263069</id><published>2010-03-05T22:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-23T00:40:50.059+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Believe it... You can read it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Please try to read this. u can read it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;" I cdnuolt blveiee taht i cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht&amp;nbsp;I was rdanieg the phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid. Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at cmabrigde uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer inwaht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porblem. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.&amp;nbsp;Amzanig huh? yaeh and i awlyas thought slpeling was ipmorantt "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its Our Human Brain..............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-6196819977495263069?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/6196819977495263069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=6196819977495263069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/6196819977495263069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/6196819977495263069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2010/03/believe-it-you-can-read-it.html' title='Believe it... You can read it.'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-7931846138229917621</id><published>2010-02-07T15:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-07T15:27:40.710+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S26OeHvB5rI/AAAAAAAAB5o/3V443ZBkKTE/s1600-h/image001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S26OeHvB5rI/AAAAAAAAB5o/3V443ZBkKTE/s320/image001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-7931846138229917621?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/7931846138229917621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=7931846138229917621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/7931846138229917621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/7931846138229917621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S26OeHvB5rI/AAAAAAAAB5o/3V443ZBkKTE/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-2020258074775050984</id><published>2009-12-11T01:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:10:16.518+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HOW TO IDENTIFY DIFFERENT CITIZENS OF INDIA!</title><content type='html'>Scenario 1 &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;span style="color: red;"&gt;MUMBAI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;Scenario 2 &lt;br /&gt;Two guys are fighting. Both of them take time out and call their friends on their mobiles. Now 50 guys are fighting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely in &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;PUNJAB !!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;Scenario 3 &lt;br /&gt;Two guys are fighting and a third guy comes along and tries to make peace. The first two get together and beat him up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;DELHI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;Scenario 4 &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;span style="color: red;"&gt;AHMEDABAD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;Scenario 5 &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 because of a virus in the program. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;BANGALORE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;Scenario 6 &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.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace settles in... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;CHENNAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;Scenario 7 &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;span style="color: red;"&gt;KOLKATA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;Scenario 8 &lt;br /&gt;Two guys are fighting. Third guy comes from nearby house and says, "don't fight in front of my place, go sum where else and keep fighting". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;KERALA !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;And the best one is .... Scenario 9 &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 as friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;GOA !!!______________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-2020258074775050984?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/2020258074775050984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=2020258074775050984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/2020258074775050984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/2020258074775050984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-to-identify-different-citizens-of.html' title='HOW TO IDENTIFY DIFFERENT CITIZENS OF INDIA!'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-4351970958893138811</id><published>2009-12-11T01:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:12:17.893+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Out of Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Many hundreds of years ago in a small Italian town, a merchant had the misfortune of owing a large sum of money to the moneylender. The moneylender, who was old and ugly, fancied the merchant's beautiful daughter so he proposed a bargain. He said he would forgo the merchant' debt if he could marry the merchant's daughter. Both the merchant and his daughter were horrified by the proposal. The cunning money lender suggested that they let providence decide the matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The moneylender told them that he would put a black pebble and a white pebble into an empty bag. The girl would then have to pick one pebble from the bag. If she picked the black pebble, she would become the moneylender's wife and her father's debt would be forgiven. If she picked the white pebble she need not marry him and her father's debt would still be forgiven. But if she refused to pick a pebble, her father would be thrown into jail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;They were standing on a pebble strewn path in the merchant's garden. As they talked, the moneylender bent over to pick up two pebbles. As he picked them up, the sharp-eyed girl noticed that he had picked up two black pebbles and put them into the bag. He then asked the girl to pick her pebble from the bag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Now, imagine you were standing in the merchant's garden. What would you have done if you were the girl? If you had to advise her, what would you have told her? Careful analysis would produce three possibilities: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1. The girl should refuse to take a pebble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;2. The girl should show that there were two black pebbles in the bag and expose the moneylender as a cheat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;3. The girl should pick a black pebble and sacrifice herself in order to save her father from his debt and imprisonment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Take a moment to ponder over the story. The above story is used with the hope that it will make us appreciate the difference between lateral and logical thinking. The girl's dilemma cannot be solved with traditional logical thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Think of the consequences if she chooses the logical answers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;What would you recommend the girl do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The girl put her hand into the moneybag and drew out a pebble. Without looking at it, she fumbled and let it fall onto the pebble-strewn path where it immediately became lost among all the other pebbles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"Oh, how clumsy of me," she said. "But never mind, if you look into the bag for the one that is left, you will be able to tell which pebble I picked." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Since the remaining pebble is black, it must be assumed that she had picked the white one. And since the moneylender dared not admit his dishonesty, the girl changed what seemed an impossible situation into an extremely advantageous one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Most complex problems do have a solution, sometimes we have to think about them in a different way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-4351970958893138811?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/4351970958893138811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=4351970958893138811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/4351970958893138811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/4351970958893138811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2009/12/thinking-out-of-box.html' title='Thinking Out of Box'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-6545416026689088236</id><published>2009-11-24T22:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:46:29.559+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What is Politics?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A little boy goes to his dad and asks, 'What is Politics?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dad says, 'Well son, let me try to explain it this way: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am the head of the family, so call me The Prime Minister. Your mother is the administrator of the money, so we call her the Government. We are here to take care of your needs, so we will call you the People. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The nanny, we will consider her the Working Class. And your baby brother, we will call him the Future. Now think about that and see if it makes sense.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said. Later that night,! he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his nappy. So the little boy goes to his parent's room and finds his mother asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He gives up and goes back to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next morning, the little boy says to his father, 'Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now.' The father says, 'Good, son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The little boy replies, 'The prime Minister is screwing the Working Class while the Government is sound asleep. The People are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-6545416026689088236?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/6545416026689088236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=6545416026689088236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/6545416026689088236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/6545416026689088236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-is-politics.html' title='What is Politics?'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-4114169183464126898</id><published>2009-11-24T00:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:41:34.264+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sardar - when a Sardar throws a pin at you</title><content type='html'>What do you do when a Sardar throws a pin at you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run like Hell....he's got a hand grenade in his mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/SwreTyLnNPI/AAAAAAAABvw/vgdERxwN-tY/s1600/image001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/SwreTyLnNPI/AAAAAAAABvw/vgdERxwN-tY/s320/image001.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-4114169183464126898?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/4114169183464126898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=4114169183464126898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/4114169183464126898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/4114169183464126898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2009/11/sardar-when-sardar-throws-pin-at-you.html' title='Sardar - when a Sardar throws a pin at you'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/SwreTyLnNPI/AAAAAAAABvw/vgdERxwN-tY/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-9007774519641185454</id><published>2009-11-24T00:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:46:04.555+05:30</updated><title type='text'>CEO's (of J.P Morgan) Fantastic reply to a Pretty Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A young and pretty lady posted this on a popular forum:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Title:&lt;/u&gt; What should I do to marry a rich guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I'm going to be honest of what I'm going to say here. I'm 25 this year. I'm very pretty, have style and good taste. I wish to marry a guy with $500k annual salary or above. You might say that I'm greedy, but an annual salary of $1M is considered only as middle class in New York . My requirement is not high. Is there anyone in this forum who has an income of $500k annual salary? Are you all married? I wanted to ask: what should I do to marry rich persons like you? Among those I've dated, the richest is $250k annual income, and it seems that this is my upper limit. If someone is going to move into high cost residential area on the west of New York CityGarden(? ), $250k annual income is not enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I'm here humbly to ask a few questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;1) Where do most rich bachelors hang out? (Please list down the names and addresses of bars, restaurant, gym)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;2) Which age group should I target?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;3) Why most wives of the riches is only average-looking? I've met a few girls who doesn't have looks &amp;amp; are not interesting, but they are able to marry rich guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;4) How do you decide who can be your wife, &amp;amp; who can only be your girlfriend? (my target now is to get married)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;-Ms. Pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Awesome reply:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Dear Ms. Pretty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I have read your post with great interest. Guess there are lots of girls out there who have similar questions like yours. Please allow me to analyse your situation as a professional investor. My annual income is more than $500k, which meets your requirement, so I hope everyone believes that I'm not wasting time here. From the standpoint of a business person, it is a bad decision to marry you. The answer is very simple, so let me explain. Put the details aside, what you're trying to do is an exchange of "beauty" and "money": Person A provides beauty, and Person B pays for it, fair and square. However, there's a deadly problem here, your beauty will fade, but my money will not be gone without any good reason. The fact is, my income might increase from year to year, but you can't be prettier year after year. Hence from the viewpoint of economics, I am an appreciation asset, and you are a depreciation asset. It's not just normal depreciation, but exponential depreciation. If that is your only asset, your value will be much worried 10 years later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;By the terms we use in Wall Street, every trading has a position, dating with you is also a "trading position". If the trade value dropped we will sell it and it is not a good idea to keep it for long term - same goes with the marriage that you wanted. It might be cruel to say this, but in order to make a wiser decision any assets with great depreciation value will be sold or "leased". Anyone with over $500k annual income is not a fool; we would only date you, but will not marry you. I would advice that you forget looking for any clues to marry a rich guy. And by the way, you could make yourself to become a rich person with $500k annual income. This has better chance than finding a rich fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Hope this reply helps. If you are interested in "leasing" services, do contact me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;signed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;CEO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;J.P. Morgan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-9007774519641185454?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/9007774519641185454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=9007774519641185454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/9007774519641185454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/9007774519641185454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2009/11/ceos-of-jp-morgan-fantastic-reply-to.html' title='CEO&apos;s (of J.P Morgan) Fantastic reply to a Pretty Girl'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-882724524287854646</id><published>2009-10-02T00:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-02T00:54:35.706+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Click the below link and have REAL life fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IALJXP8LaS4&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#" target="new"&gt;Tiger &amp;amp; Monkey Fight (Funny)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-882724524287854646?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/882724524287854646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=882724524287854646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/882724524287854646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/882724524287854646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2009/10/tiger-monkey-fight-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-7535617579497897792</id><published>2009-05-19T00:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:45:15.118+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Keep your Mouth shut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a software engineer who used to develop programs on his Pentium machine, sitting under a tree on the banks of a river. He used to earn his bread by selling those programs in the Sunday market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while he was working, his machine tumbled off the table and fell in the river. Encouraged by the Panchatantra story of his childhood (the woodcutter and the axe), he started praying to the River Goddess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The River Goddess wanted to test him and so appeared only after one month of rigorous prayers. The engineer told her that he had lost his computer in the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the Goddess wanted to test his honesty. She showed him a match box and asked, "Is this your computer?" Disappointed by the Goddess' lack of computer awareness, the engineer replied, "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She next showed him a pocket-sized calculator and asked if that was his. Annoyed, the engineer said "No, not at all!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she came up with his own Pentium machine and asked if it was his. The engineer, left with no option, sighed and said "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The River Goddess was happy with his honesty. She was about to give him all three items, but before she could make the offer, the engineer asked her, "Don't you know that you're supposed to show me some better computers before bringing up my own ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The River Goddess, angered at this, replied, "I know that, you stupid donkey! The first two things I showed you were the Trillennium and the Billennium, the latest computers from IBM!". So saying, she disappeared with&lt;br /&gt;the Pentium!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral: If you're not up-to-date with technology trends, it's better keep your mouth shut and let people think you're a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-7535617579497897792?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/7535617579497897792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=7535617579497897792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/7535617579497897792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/7535617579497897792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2009/05/keep-your-mouth-shut.html' title='Keep your Mouth shut'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-6282824602600339391</id><published>2009-05-15T00:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:14:14.660+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nicest thing about each other</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;One day Maths teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Several years later, one of the students was killed in 'Kargil' war and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. The place was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk. The teacher was the last one to bless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Sanjay's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'yes.' Then he said: 'Sanjay talked about you a lot.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;After the funeral, most of Sanjay's former classmates were there. Sanjay's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher. 'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Sanjay when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Sanjay's classmates had said about him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Thank you so much for doing that,' Sanjay's mother said. 'As you can see, Sanjay treasured it.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;All of Sanjay's former classmates started to gather around and they all still had their paper with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-6282824602600339391?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/6282824602600339391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=6282824602600339391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/6282824602600339391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/6282824602600339391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2009/05/nicest-thing-about-each-other.html' title='Nicest thing about each other'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-7193432500164653962</id><published>2009-04-04T14:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:20:15.686+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartoons'/><title type='text'>IT guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/SdcfL3hr6LI/AAAAAAAAAc4/dyFTXSzCHJ4/s1600-h/ATT749534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 219px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320755773505792178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/SdcfL3hr6LI/AAAAAAAAAc4/dyFTXSzCHJ4/s320/ATT749534.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-7193432500164653962?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/7193432500164653962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=7193432500164653962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/7193432500164653962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/7193432500164653962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-guys.html' title='IT guys'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/SdcfL3hr6LI/AAAAAAAAAc4/dyFTXSzCHJ4/s72-c/ATT749534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-1117238780851450642</id><published>2008-11-30T22:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:42:12.593+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Chain eMail letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hii... I want to thank all my dear friends and other people who haveforwarded chain letters to me in 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007 and 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of your kindness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped drinking Coca-Cola after I found out that it's good only for removing toilet stains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped going to the movies for fear of sitting on a needle infectedwith AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell like a wet dog since I stopped using deodorants because they cause cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also stopped answering the phone for fear that they may ask me to dial a stupid number and then I get a phone bill from hell with callstoUganda, Singapore and Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also stopped drinking water outside for fear that I will getsick from the rat shit and urine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go to parties, I don't look at any guy, no matter how hot sheis, for fear that she will take me to a hotel, drug me, then take mykidneys and leave me taking a nap in a bathtub full of ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also donated all my savings to the Amy Bruce account. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A sick girl that was about to die in the hospital about 7,000 times. (Poor girl! she's been 7 since 1994...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My free Nokia phone never arrived and neither did the free passes for apaid vacation to Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made some Hundred wishes before forwarding those Dalai Lama, GaneshVandana, Tirupathi Balaji pics etc..Now most of those "Wishes" are already married (to someone else)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how important my friends are to me, I'll always remember them no matter I remember my work or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ORKUT deletes my account, it doesn't matter BUT PLEASE DON'T SEND me"Orkut is deleting accounts: Due to sudden rush..." Otherwise I'll delete my E-Mail account!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMPORTANT NOTE:&lt;br /&gt;If you do not send this e-mail to at least 913760 people in the next 10seconds, a bird will shit on your head today at 6:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a break!!&lt;br /&gt;"The World Is Filled WIth Foolish Ppl And Some Think They Got Talent Too !!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-1117238780851450642?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/1117238780851450642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=1117238780851450642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/1117238780851450642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/1117238780851450642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2008/11/hii.html' title='Chain eMail letters'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-4463175823329278416</id><published>2008-01-03T05:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-03T05:35:20.212+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2008</title><content type='html'>2007 is going 2 finish&lt;br /&gt;Now, we need to face 2008&lt;br /&gt;There may be risks involved&lt;br /&gt;We may need to face roadblocks&lt;br /&gt;So stay alert&lt;br /&gt;Share time with friends&lt;br /&gt;Jump over obstacles&lt;br /&gt;With care&lt;br /&gt;And caution&lt;br /&gt;Face challenges&lt;br /&gt;Remember to laugh&lt;br /&gt;Cooperate&lt;br /&gt;Discover&lt;br /&gt;Make new friends&lt;br /&gt;Above all...be ready for adventure&lt;br /&gt;Stick together&lt;br /&gt;And you will be able to go far&lt;br /&gt;Very far.....&lt;br /&gt;Well, not quite that far....&lt;br /&gt;Always take time to smell the flowers&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to relax and enjoy&lt;br /&gt;" And don't forget those who likes u very much " Wish you a very happy and cheerful Year 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-4463175823329278416?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/4463175823329278416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=4463175823329278416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/4463175823329278416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/4463175823329278416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2008/01/welcome-2008.html' title='Welcome 2008'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-373032205045337315</id><published>2007-12-24T05:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-24T05:08:09.231+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LUV DIES B'COZ...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Once upon a time there was an island, where all the feelings lived...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1day there was storm in the sea and island was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; to get drown............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;every feeling was scared but, LOVE made a boat 2 escape..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;every feeling boarded d boat.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1 feeling was left.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LOVE got down 2 see who it was........... it was EGO........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LOVE tried n tried but EGO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; moving, ........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and also the water was rising.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;everyone asked LOVE 2 leave him n cum on boat......but LOVE was made to love.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;At last, it died with EGO on that island..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LOVE DIES &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;B'COZ&lt;/span&gt; OF EGO....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-373032205045337315?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/373032205045337315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=373032205045337315' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/373032205045337315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/373032205045337315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/12/luv-dies-bcoz.html' title='LUV DIES B&apos;COZ...........'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-4356845108966130332</id><published>2007-12-24T03:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-24T03:43:02.814+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dekho ek SOftware Engineer Ja raha hai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/R27dZMBTTwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/8TPc21OP91U/s1600-h/Kavita+SW+Eng.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147294848924208898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/R27dZMBTTwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/8TPc21OP91U/s320/Kavita+SW+Eng.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-4356845108966130332?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/4356845108966130332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=4356845108966130332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/4356845108966130332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/4356845108966130332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/12/dekho-ek-software-engineer-ja-raha-hai.html' title='Dekho ek SOftware Engineer Ja raha hai'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/R27dZMBTTwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/8TPc21OP91U/s72-c/Kavita+SW+Eng.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-3200823585385405825</id><published>2007-10-07T21:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:33:45.007+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Simple or defficult question?</title><content type='html'>In an interview, interviewer said "I shall either ask you ten easy questions or one really difficult question.Think well before you make up your mind!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy thought for a while and said, "my choice is one really difficult question." &lt;br /&gt;"Well, good luck to you, you have made your own choice! Now tell me this. &lt;br /&gt;"What comes first, Day or Night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy was jolted into reality as his admission depends on the correctness of his answer, but he thought for a while and said, "It's the DAY sir!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How" the interviewer asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sorry sir, you promised me that you will not ask me a SECOND difficult question!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-3200823585385405825?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/3200823585385405825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=3200823585385405825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/3200823585385405825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/3200823585385405825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/10/simple-or-defficult-question.html' title='Simple or defficult question?'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-7763591490823031869</id><published>2007-10-07T20:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-07T20:06:33.219+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartoons'/><title type='text'>Born or Downloaded - doubt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/Rwjukc5jvjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GP3c1SwmWFY/s1600-h/born.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118603286506880562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" height="293" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/Rwjukc5jvjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GP3c1SwmWFY/s320/born.jpg" width="396" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-7763591490823031869?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/7763591490823031869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=7763591490823031869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/7763591490823031869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/7763591490823031869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='Born or Downloaded - doubt...'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/Rwjukc5jvjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GP3c1SwmWFY/s72-c/born.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-6808006387367502470</id><published>2007-10-07T20:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:41:35.941+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The woman in your life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomorrow you may get a working woman, but you should marry with these facts as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here is a girl, who is as much educated as you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Who is earning almost as much as you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One, who has dreams and aspirations just as you have because she is as human as you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One, who has never entered the kitchen in her life just like you or your Sister haven't, as she was busy in studies and competing in a system that gives no special concession to girls for their culinary achievements&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One, who has lived and loved her parents &amp;amp; brothers &amp;amp; sisters, almost as much as you do for 20-25 years of her life;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One, who has bravely agreed to leave behind all that, her home, people who love her, to adopt your home, your family, your ways and even your family name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One, who is somehow expected to be a master-chef from day #1, while you sleep oblivious to her predicament in her new circumstances, environment and that kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One, who is expected to make the tea, first thing in the morning and cook food at the end of the day, even if she is as tired as you are, maybe more, and yet never ever expected to complain; to be a servant, a cook, a mother, a wife, even if she doesn't want to; and is learning just like you are as to what you want from her; and is clumsy and sloppy at times and knows that you won't like it if she is too demanding, or if she learns faster than you;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One, who has her own set of friends, and that includes boys and even men at her workplace too, those, who she knows from school days and yet is willing to put all that on the back-burners to avoid your irrational jealousy, unnecessary competition and your inherent insecurities;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, she can drink and dance just as well as you can, but won't, simply because you won't like it, even though you say otherwise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One, who can be late from work once in a while when deadlines, just like yours, are to be met;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One, who is doing her level best and wants to make this most important relationship in her entire life a grand success, if you just help her some and trust her;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One, who just wants one thing from you, as you are the only one she knows in your entire house - your unstinted support, your sensitivities and most importantly - your understanding, or love, if you may call it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But not many guys understand this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-6808006387367502470?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/6808006387367502470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=6808006387367502470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/6808006387367502470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/6808006387367502470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/10/woman-in-your-life.html' title='The woman in your life...'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-4466635407305910202</id><published>2007-10-07T19:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-07T20:00:53.680+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tech'/><title type='text'>An alternative keyboard in Windows!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>In case your keyboard or some keys stop working Microsoft provides you with an alternative way to type in using the mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To work this tool:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- go to Start menu then&lt;br /&gt;- Select Run&lt;br /&gt;- Type in OSK&lt;br /&gt;- Press OK &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A keyboard will appear that you can use both in Arabic and English and to switch between Arabic and English just press the Shift key and choose the letter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-4466635407305910202?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/4466635407305910202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=4466635407305910202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/4466635407305910202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/4466635407305910202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/10/alternative-keyboard-in-windows.html' title='An alternative keyboard in Windows!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-4678620977547361735</id><published>2007-09-27T08:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-27T08:24:12.115+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Corporate language !!</title><content type='html'>"We will do it" &lt;br /&gt;means &lt;br /&gt;" You will do it" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have done a great job" &lt;br /&gt;means &lt;br /&gt;"More work to be given to you" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are working on it" &lt;br /&gt;means &lt;br /&gt;"We have not yet started working on the same" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow first thing in the morning" &lt;br /&gt;means &lt;br /&gt;"Its not getting done... &lt;br /&gt;At least not tomorrow !". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After discussion we will decide - I am very open to views" &lt;br /&gt;means &lt;br /&gt;"I have already decided, I will tell you what to do" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There was a slight mis-communication" &lt;br /&gt;means &lt;br /&gt;"We had actually lied" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lets call a meeting and discuss" &lt;br /&gt;means &lt;br /&gt;"I have no time now, will talk later" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can always do it" &lt;br /&gt;means &lt;br /&gt;"We actually cannot do the same on time" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are on the right track but there needs to be a slight extension of the deadline" &lt;br /&gt;means &lt;br /&gt;"The project is screwed up, we cannot deliver on time." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We had slight differences of opinion" &lt;br /&gt;means &lt;br /&gt;"We had actually fought" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Make a list of the work that you do and let's see how I can help you" &lt;br /&gt;means &lt;br /&gt;"Anyway you have to find a way out no help from me" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You should have told me earlier" &lt;br /&gt;means &lt;br /&gt;"Well even if you told me earlier that would have made hardly any difference!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We need to find out the real reason" &lt;br /&gt;means &lt;br /&gt;"Well I will tell you where your fault is" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well... family is important, your leave is always granted. Just ensure that the work is not affected" &lt;br /&gt;means &lt;br /&gt;"Well you know..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are a team" &lt;br /&gt;means &lt;br /&gt;"I am not the only one to be blamed" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's actually a good question" &lt;br /&gt;means &lt;br /&gt;"I do not know anything about it" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All the Best" &lt;br /&gt;means &lt;br /&gt;" You are in trouble"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-4678620977547361735?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/4678620977547361735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=4678620977547361735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/4678620977547361735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/4678620977547361735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/09/corporate-language.html' title='Corporate language !!'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-347405833546273988</id><published>2007-09-22T08:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:41:10.391+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Stronger Rupee = Stronger India (email comments on current rupee value 39.7x against dollar)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me ask a question first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What type of economic strength is preferable to India?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A strong Indian economy fueled by its cheap labor due to a weaker rupee against dollar, where the Indians end up working in shifts, late nights, whole nights and what not... only doing low profile jobs which foreign companies want to offload toIndia, so that they can concentrate on high end works and become even better. For instance in IT field, providing BPO services, support and maintenance work for products...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;B)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A strong Indian economy fueled by its strong innovations and products, no matter whether the rupee is strong or weak against dollar.. where Indians work only in regular office hours of 9 to 6, developing cutting edge technologies and solutions,selling our world class products both inside and outside India. For instance in IT field, imagine operating systems, compilers, databases etc all coming out of India ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do not deny the fact that the IT boom in India came to a large extent because of (A). Well and good, we have had the benefits of our cost being cheap in western markets due to a weak rupee against dollar.. We have had our share because of this advantage in the past 2 decades..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But at the same time doesn't it make sense to move towards (B),instead of crying foul against rupee becoming stronger against dollar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What a pity! Indian IT companies are feeling bad because rupee is becoming stronger against dollar! Reason, their profits will go down when the value of rupee is stronger, as every single dollar that comes into their account now means lesser rupee than earlier..(if for instance earlier they used to get 47 rupees for every dollar that comes in, but today its about 40!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But isn't this a matter of celebration? Our rupee is gaining importance internationally and is becoming stronger again ..How many of us know that in 1947 when India got independence Rupee was 1.2 US dollars?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These Indian IT companies instead of relying on a weaker rupee for their profit should now look at coming out with innovative products and technical solutions. What have these companies done in the arena of core system products? Why don't we have any operating systems, compilers, database systems, development platforms etc coming out of India ? Why don't we develop tools like photoshop or flash? We have talent, but they all are working in American companies on these products...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can't our Indian IT companies setup at least small teams to develop such products? Instead they are planning to make their employees work on saturdays too! So that their profits can increase due to extra hours the employees put in... As if India doesn't have any other option other than cheap labor, workaholic labor!! Are there no brains in India who can setup companies developing products and make money just by printing out more serial numbers and burning their product DVDs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If Indian companies continue to depend on its weak currency, then how would Indian economy survive in a world where all currencies have equal value? Survival of the fittest... Only greater innovation can help us in that case... We need to have knowledge and technological advantage if India wants to become a superpower, not low cost based cheap labor advantage! Let the Chinese do it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope that rupee becomes more and stronger so that Indians are forced to use their brains and come up with innovative products and next generation technologies, than to provide low end services... We need to create a situation where other countries line up to buy our F-16s, to buy our operating systems, to buy our mobile phones and I-pods, to buy our Boeing, to buy our Mercedes... "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A stronger rupee means we can easily afford foreign trips!"A stronger rupee means Indians can buy things anywhere in the world on par with developed economies! We don't have to spend crores of rupees then to buy a Boeing! We don't have to pay tens of thousands of rupees for international air travels! Astronger rupee means greater international exposure! There won't be a difference between buying a Maruti and buying a Mercedes! One can go on a trip to the Grand Canyon just like the way one goes to Ladakh or Nepal ! How do you thinkAmericans are able to tour all over the world? Because they earn more? No. But because their currency USD is stronger...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And this is where a strong rupee will lead us to! "I am not saying providing low end services are wrong... It gave us a very good start in the 90s. But that should definitelynot be the bread and butter fueling our economic boom indefinitely in the future... For the simple reason that it can't continue to do so any longer... other low cost destinations, cheaper than India are already coming up in the world... Let us moveahead... become more innovative... the journey has just started...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is just the beginning of all the beginnings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-347405833546273988?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/347405833546273988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=347405833546273988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/347405833546273988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/347405833546273988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/09/stronger-rupee-stronger-india-email.html' title='Stronger Rupee = Stronger India (email comments on current rupee value 39.7x against dollar)'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-8659746641264606371</id><published>2007-09-12T07:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-12T07:34:31.021+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartoons'/><title type='text'>Height of using Microsoft Windows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/RudI_9-PzhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qHE7IfwgYYw/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109132566079720978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px" height="284" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/RudI_9-PzhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qHE7IfwgYYw/s320/image002.jpg" width="421" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-8659746641264606371?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/8659746641264606371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=8659746641264606371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/8659746641264606371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/8659746641264606371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/09/height-of-using-microsoft-windows.html' title='Height of using Microsoft Windows'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/RudI_9-PzhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qHE7IfwgYYw/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-4853710010990076630</id><published>2007-08-31T08:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:40:46.969+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Never ask a question in court if an answer is not prepared</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why Lawyers should never ask a witness a question if they aren't prepared for the answer..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In a trial, a small town prosecuting attorney called his first witness to the stand. The witness was grand motherly, elderly woman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He approached her and asked, "Mrs. Jones, do you know me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She responded, "Why, yes I do know you, Mr. Williams. I've known you since you were a young boy and frankly, you've been a big disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, and you manipulate people and about them behind their backs. You think you're a big shot when you the brains to realize you never will amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Lawyer was stunned. Not knowing what else to do, he pointed across the room and asked, "Mrs. Jones, Do you know the defence attorney?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She again replied, "Why yes, I do. I've known Mr. Bradley since he was a youngster, too. He's lazy, bigoted and he has a drinking problem. He can't build a normal relationship with anyone and his law practice is one of the worst the entire state. Not to mention he cheated on his wife with three women, one of them was your wife. Yes, I know him." The defense attorney almost died. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The judge asked both counsellors to approach the bench, and in a very quiet voice, said, "If either of you bastards asks her if she knows me, I'll throw you in jail for contempt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-4853710010990076630?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/4853710010990076630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=4853710010990076630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/4853710010990076630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/4853710010990076630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/08/never-ask-question-in-court-if-answer.html' title='Never ask a question in court if an answer is not prepared'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-4228278673636263303</id><published>2007-07-15T12:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:40:27.610+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Self appraisal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a soda carton and pulled it over to the telephone. He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digits. The store-owner observed and listened to the conversation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;The boy asked, "Lady, Can you give me the job of cutting your lawn? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;The woman replied, "I already have someone to cut my lawn." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;"Lady, I will cut your lawn for half the price of the person who cuts your lawn now." replied boy. The woman responded that she was very satisfied with the person who was presently cutting her lawn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;The little boy found more perseverance and offered, "Lady, I'll even sweep your curb and your sidewalk, so on Sunday you will have the prettiest lawn in all of Palm beach, Florida". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Again the woman answered in the negative. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;With a smile on his face, the little boy replaced the receiver. The store-owner, who was listening to all, walked over to the boy and said, "Son... I like your attitude; I like that positive spirit and would like to offer you a job." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;The little boy replied, "No thanks, I was just checking my performance with the job I already have. I am the one who is working for that lady, I was talking to!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-4228278673636263303?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/4228278673636263303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=4228278673636263303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/4228278673636263303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/4228278673636263303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/07/self-appraisal.html' title='Self appraisal'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-3150621648908845831</id><published>2007-07-15T12:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-15T12:40:23.116+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Prayer of this generation</title><content type='html'>hey krishna tu is kalyug mai aa kar to dikha?&lt;br /&gt;tune 18 saal ki umar me mama kans ko mara,&lt;br /&gt;BIN LADEN ko hath laga kar to dikha?&lt;br /&gt;tune pura parvat ek ungli par uthayamere&lt;br /&gt;gym me aa kar ek dumbell utha ke to dikha?&lt;br /&gt;tune bhari mehfil me draupadi ko saree pehnai,&lt;br /&gt;mallika ko ek jodi kapde pehna ke to dikha?&lt;br /&gt;tune gokul ki 1600 gopia saath me patai,&lt;br /&gt;mere company  ki ek ladki pata kar to dikha?&lt;br /&gt;tune Arjun ko to Saari Geeta sunayee,&lt;br /&gt;mere Team Lead se baat kar ke to Dikha?&lt;br /&gt;tune to Arjun ka Sarathi banke Pandavon ko jitaaya&lt;br /&gt;India Cricket team ka Coach ban ke WorldCup jitaake to dikha?&lt;br /&gt;he krishna tu is kalyug mai aa kar to dikha?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-3150621648908845831?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/3150621648908845831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=3150621648908845831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/3150621648908845831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/3150621648908845831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/07/prayer-of-this-generation.html' title='Prayer of this generation'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-3796591153211719048</id><published>2007-07-15T12:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-15T12:07:30.674+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cartoons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/RpnALx0jVPI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZZzoQM_POOI/s1600-h/pic44853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087308562676536562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/RpnALx0jVPI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZZzoQM_POOI/s320/pic44853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/Rpm_9R0jVOI/AAAAAAAAABk/z59smCgG2iE/s1600-h/pic28458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087308313568433378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/Rpm_9R0jVOI/AAAAAAAAABk/z59smCgG2iE/s320/pic28458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not done a thing a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-3796591153211719048?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/3796591153211719048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=3796591153211719048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/3796591153211719048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/3796591153211719048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/07/cartoons.html' title='Cartoons'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/RpnALx0jVPI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZZzoQM_POOI/s72-c/pic44853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-5692583931530748089</id><published>2007-07-15T11:52:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:39:43.701+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sardar ji is back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Once a sardar calls another sardar on the phone and says "Hi, Main Bol Raha Hoon". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;The other sardar replies "Kamaal Hain, Ithe Vi Main Bol Raha Hoon!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Sardarji calls Air India. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;'How long does it take to fly to Amritsar?''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Just a sec,' says the customer service assistant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;'Thank you.' says the Sardarji and hangs up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Santa Singh goes to a TV shop and asks, 'Aap ke paas color TV haikya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;''Haan' replies shop owner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Santa Singh says, 'Ek hara vala dena!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;The Titanic is going to be drowned.... Everybody in the ship is shouting, crying, running or praying to God... Just then a Italian asks the nearby Sardarji in the ship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;Italian : How far is land, from here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;Sardarji : Two miles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;Italian : Only two miles, Then why are these fools making noise. I have got the experience of swimming even more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;The Italian jumps off the ship into the sea and comes up to the layer to ask something again.&lt;br /&gt;Italian : Just tell me which side, is land two miles from here ?&lt;br /&gt;Sardarji : Downwards......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Aaj Tak gets news that 100 sardars are killed in a train accident atAmritsar station. Only one sardar left alive.&lt;br /&gt;The correspondent goes to him and asks, "Sardarji how did it happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Sardar: "Oh ji pucho mat. sab kuch sahi tha sab log platform par khade gaadi ki wait kar rahe they. Achanak announcement hui ki shatabd eeexpress 2 no. platform par aa rahi hai. Jaise hi sab ne suna ki gaddi PLATFORM PAR aa rahi hai, sab log apni jaan bachane ke liye patri parkood gaye. Aur tabhi gaddi patri par aa gayi."&lt;br /&gt;Aaj tak: "Thank god. Aap ne samajhdari dikhayee. Aap patri par nahin koode."&lt;br /&gt;Sardar: "oe nahin ji main to suicide karne ke liye patri par hi letatha. Jaise hi announcement hui main to platform par chad gaya."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-5692583931530748089?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/5692583931530748089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=5692583931530748089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/5692583931530748089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/5692583931530748089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/07/sardar-ji-is-back.html' title='Sardar ji is back'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-6622877002257103270</id><published>2007-07-15T11:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:10:57.512+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Speech by Thomas Friedman of The New York Times....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;When we were young kids growing up in America, we were told to eat our vegetables at dinner and not leave them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Mother said, 'think of the starving children in India and finish the dinner.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;And now I tell my children: 'Finish your maths homework. Think of the children in India who would make you starve, if you don't.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-6622877002257103270?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/6622877002257103270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=6622877002257103270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/6622877002257103270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/6622877002257103270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/07/speech-by-thomas-friedman-of-new-york.html' title='Speech by Thomas Friedman of The New York Times....'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-3342319503592197773</id><published>2007-07-15T11:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:39:16.724+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sardar joke - deaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sardar goes to his doctor and complains that his wife is getting deaf. The doctor asks him to confirm and convince himself before getting his wife over to the doctor. Amba goes home and finds his wife is cooking dinner in the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He goes and stands 20 feet behind her and asks her , "What are wehaving for Dinner?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No Answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He walks another 5 feet towards his wife and asks her the same question again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No answer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He moves even further and is 1 feet away from his wife and asks ," What are you cooking for dinner?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Almost convinced, he finally walks very close to his wife and standing next to her asks the same question again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The wife says "This is the fourth time I am telling you , I am cooking Chicken........!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-3342319503592197773?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/3342319503592197773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=3342319503592197773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/3342319503592197773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/3342319503592197773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/07/sardar-joke-deaf.html' title='Sardar joke - deaf'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-1563662042296323624</id><published>2007-07-15T11:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:38:43.172+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Where to tap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ever heard the story of the giant ship engine that failed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The ship's owners tried one expert after another, but none of them could figure but how to fix the engine. Then they brought in an old man who had been fixing ships since he was a youngster. He carried a large bag of tools with him, and when he arrived, he immediately went to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He inspected the engine very carefully, top to bottom. Two of the ship's owners were there, watching this man, hoping he would know what to do. After looking things over, the old man reached into his bag and pulled out a small hammer. He gently tapped something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Instantly, the engine lurched into life. He carefully put his hammer away. The engine was fixed! A week later, the owners received a bill from the old man for ten thousand dollars. "What?!" the owners exclaimed. "He hardly did anything!" So they wrote the old man a note saying, "Please send us an itemized bill." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The man sent a bill that read:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapping with a hammer ......................... $ 2.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Knowing where to tap ............................. $ 9998.00 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Effort is important, but knowing where to make an effort in your life makes all the difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-1563662042296323624?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/1563662042296323624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=1563662042296323624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/1563662042296323624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/1563662042296323624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/07/where-to-tap.html' title='Where to tap'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-6225244580789831334</id><published>2007-07-15T11:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-15T11:12:41.576+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In case ur keyboard does not work - An alternative keyboard...</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;An alternative keyboard in Windows:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case your keyboard or some keys stop workingMicrosoft provides you with an alternative way to type in using the mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To work this tool go to Start menu&lt;br /&gt;Then Select Run&lt;br /&gt;Type in OSK&lt;br /&gt;Press Enter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A On Screen Keyboard will appear that you can use.&lt;br /&gt;And to switch between Arabic and English just press the Shift key and choose the letter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-6225244580789831334?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/6225244580789831334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=6225244580789831334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/6225244580789831334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/6225244580789831334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-case-ur-keyboard-does-not-work.html' title='In case ur keyboard does not work - An alternative keyboard...'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-7802529209117421311</id><published>2007-07-15T10:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-24T00:45:22.550+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Salary overpaid by Rs. 2.00</title><content type='html'>A man goes to get his salary cheque and when he opens it he discovers that his employer has overpaid him by Rs.200.&lt;br /&gt;He decides not to tell anybody and keeps quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the following month when he opens the cheque, he sees &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that he's&lt;/span&gt; been underpaid by Rs.200. Fuming, he goes to have it out with his employer.&lt;br /&gt;'Sir,I think you've made a mistake on my cheque.'&lt;br /&gt;And how do you figure that? his employer asks.&lt;br /&gt;It seems I've been underpaid by Rs.200.&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, so?'&lt;br /&gt;No disrespect Sir, but I want my money.&lt;br /&gt;'Last month I overpaid you by Rs.200 and you didn't complain so why now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Sir, I don't mind if you make a mistake once but if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;it becomes&lt;/span&gt; a habit I have to say something' :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-7802529209117421311?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/7802529209117421311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=7802529209117421311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/7802529209117421311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/7802529209117421311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/07/salary-overpaid-by-rs-200.html' title='Salary overpaid by Rs. 2.00'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-934602068630564571</id><published>2007-07-15T10:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-15T10:52:34.853+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Laugh :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Teacher asked : Mogals ruled from where to where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sararji says: From history book page 12 to 26.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Once some one sent SMS to sardar " Sender is cool and reader is fool"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sardar got angry and replied " Sender is fool and reader is cool"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What is the difference between Secretary &amp;amp; Personal Secretary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Secretary says "good morning sir" and Personal Secretary says " It's morning sir"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-934602068630564571?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/934602068630564571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=934602068630564571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/934602068630564571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/934602068630564571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/07/laugh.html' title='Laugh :-)'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-7972847562202731385</id><published>2007-07-15T10:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-15T10:48:25.120+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mahabharat doubt!!!</title><content type='html'>In some remote village of India, one masterji is teaching the Mahabharat katha to class 6 students. He is at the Krishnajanma part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masterji: "Kans heard the akashwani that his sister's 8th child is going to kill him. He was furious. He ordered to put Vasudev and Devki behind the bars. First son is born, and Kansa kills him by poisoning... Second one is born and Kansa throws him off the mountain peak. Third one is born..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Raju, who is smartest of the lot, puts up his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raju : Masterji, I have a doubt (sounding nervous n confused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masterji: "Raju bete, the whole of India does not have doubt in mahabharata, how come you have one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raju : Masterji, if Kansa knew that Devki's 8th child was going to Kill him, WHY THE HELL DID HE PUT VASUDEV AND DEVAKI IN THE SAME JAIL?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-7972847562202731385?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/7972847562202731385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=7972847562202731385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/7972847562202731385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/7972847562202731385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/07/mahabharat-doubt.html' title='Mahabharat doubt!!!'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-8051011656824042587</id><published>2007-07-15T10:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:38:22.095+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Spirit of Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Horror gripped the heart of a World War-I soldier, as he saw his Lifelong friend fall in battle. The soldier asked his Lieutenant if he could go out to bring his fallen comrade back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"You can go," said the Lieutenant," but don't think it will be worth it. Your friend is probably dead and you may throw your life away. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Lieutenant's words didn't matter, and the soldier went anyway. Miraculously, he managed to reach his friend, hoisted him onto his shoulder and brought him back to their company's trench. The officer checked the wounded soldier, then looked kindly at his friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I told you it wouldn't be worth it," he said. "Your friend is dead and you are mortally wounded."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"It was worth it, Sir," said the soldier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"What do you mean by worth it?" responded the Lieutenant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Your friend is dead." "Yes Sir," the soldier answered, "but it was worth it because when I got to him, he was still alive and I had the satisfaction of hearing him say...."Jim...I knew you'd come."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Many times in life, whether a thing is worth doing or not, really depends on how u look at it. Take up all your courage and do something your heart tells you to do so that you may not regret not doing it later in your life........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Let the spirit of friendship in us not die. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-8051011656824042587?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/8051011656824042587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=8051011656824042587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/8051011656824042587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/8051011656824042587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/07/spirit-of-friendship.html' title='Spirit of Friendship'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-6164310973295209401</id><published>2007-07-15T10:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-15T10:40:02.583+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sardar joke - pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/RpmsIB0jVNI/AAAAAAAAABc/KrNyHVA2Bqk/s1600-h/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087286508019471570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/RpmsIB0jVNI/AAAAAAAAABc/KrNyHVA2Bqk/s320/pic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-6164310973295209401?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/6164310973295209401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=6164310973295209401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/6164310973295209401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/6164310973295209401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/07/sardar-joke-pic.html' title='Sardar joke - pic'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/RpmsIB0jVNI/AAAAAAAAABc/KrNyHVA2Bqk/s72-c/pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-4915440052049659373</id><published>2007-07-15T10:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-15T10:35:11.171+05:30</updated><title type='text'>American Culture</title><content type='html'>Wife comes out screaming to her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look honey stop them, your childern and my chilren are beating up our children"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-4915440052049659373?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/4915440052049659373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=4915440052049659373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/4915440052049659373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/4915440052049659373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/07/american-culture.html' title='American Culture'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-3994430203360924465</id><published>2007-07-15T10:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-15T10:24:29.594+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Go to school</title><content type='html'>One Early morning a mother went to her sleeping son and woke him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM : "Wake up, son. It's time to go to school."&lt;br /&gt;SON : "But why, Mama? I don't want to go to school."&lt;br /&gt;MOM : "Give me two reasons why you don't want to go to school."&lt;br /&gt;SON : "One, all the children hate me. Two, all the teachers hate me."&lt;br /&gt;MOM : "Oh! that's not a reason. Come on, you have to go to school."&lt;br /&gt;SON : "Give me two good reasons WHY I *should* go to school?"&lt;br /&gt;MOM : "One, you are  FORTY-FIVE  years old and should understand your responsibilities. Two, you are the PRINCIPAL of the school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-3994430203360924465?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/3994430203360924465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=3994430203360924465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/3994430203360924465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/3994430203360924465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/07/go-to-school.html' title='Go to school'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-5326665027859753624</id><published>2007-07-15T09:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:37:38.038+05:30</updated><title type='text'>AN INSPIRING CHAT WITH GOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;God: Hello. Did you call me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;Me: Called you? No.. Who is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;God: This is GOD. I heard your prayers. So I thought I'd chat with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;Me: I do pray. Just makes me feel good. I am actually busy now. I am in the midst of something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;God: What are you busy at? Ants are busy too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;Me: Don't know. But I can't find free time. Life has become hectic. It's rush hour all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;God: Sure. Activity gets you busy. But productivity gets you results. Activity consumes time. Productivity frees it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;Me: I understand. But I still can't figure it out. By the way, I was not expecting YOU to buzz me on instant messaging chat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;God: Well I wanted to resolve your fight for time, by giving you someclarity. In this net era, I wanted to reach you through the medium you are comfortable with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;Me: Tell me, why has life become complicated now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;God: Stop analyzing life. Just live it. Analysis is what makes it complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;Me: why are we then constantly unhappy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;God: Your today is the tomorrow that you worried about yesterday. You are worrying because you are analyzing. Worrying has become your habit. That's why you are not happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;Me: But how can we not worry when there is so much uncertainty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;God: Uncertainty is inevitable, but worrying is optional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;Me: But then, there is so much pain due to uncertainty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;God: Pain is inevitable, but suffering is optional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;Me: If suffering is optional, why do good people always suffer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;God: Diamond cannot be polished without friction. Gold cannot be purified without fire. Good people go through trials, but don't suffer. With that experience their life becomes better not bitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;Me: You mean to say such experience is useful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;God: Yes. In every terms, experience is a hard teacher. She gives the test first and the lessons afterwards&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;Me: But still, why should we go through such tests? Why can't we be free from problems?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;God: Problems are Purposeful Roadblocks Offering Beneficial Lessons (to) Enhance Mental Strength. Inner strength comes from struggle and endurance, not when you are free from problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;Me: Frankly in the midst of so many problems, we don't know where weare heading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;God: If you look outside you will not know where you are heading. Look inside. Looking outside, you dream. Looking inside, you awaken. Eyes provide sight. Heart provides insight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;Me: Sometimes not succeeding fast seems to hurt more than moving inthe right direction. What should I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;God: Success is a measure as decided by others. Satisfaction is ameasure as decided by you. Knowing the road ahead is more satisfying than knowing you rode ahead. You work with the compass. Let others work with the clock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;Me: In tough times, how do you stay motivated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;God: Always look at how far you have come rather than how far you have to go. Always count your blessing, not what you are missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Me: What surprises you about people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;God: When they suffer they ask, "why me?" When they prosper, they never ask "Why me" Everyone wishes to have truth on their side, but few want to be on the side of the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;Me: Sometimes I ask, who I am, why am I here. I can't get the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;God: Seek not to find who you are, but to determine who you want to be. Stop looking for a purpose as to why you are here. Create it. Life is not a process of discovery but a process of creation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;Me: How can I get the best out of life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;God: Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;Me: One last question. Sometimes I feel my prayers are not answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;God: There are no unanswered prayers... At times the answer is NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;Me: Thank you for this wonderful chat. I am so happy to start the day with a new sense of inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;God: Well. Keep the faith and drop the fear. Don't believe your doubts and doubt your beliefs. Life is a mystery to solve, not a problem to resolve. Trust me. Life is wonderful if you know how to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-5326665027859753624?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/5326665027859753624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=5326665027859753624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/5326665027859753624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/5326665027859753624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/07/inspiring-chat-with-god.html' title='AN INSPIRING CHAT WITH GOD'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-5379900002837503416</id><published>2007-07-15T09:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:37:13.565+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Who Said That?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is near the end of the school year. The teacher has turned in the grades and there is really nothing more to do. All the children are restless because of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teacher: "Whoever answers the questions I ask first and correctly can leave early today."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Little Johnny says to himself- "Good, I want to get outta here. I'm smart and will answer the question."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teacher: "Who said 'Four Score and Seven Years Ago'?" Before Johnny can open his mouth, Susie says, "Abraham Lincoln."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teacher: "That's right Susie, you can go home."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Johnny is MAD that Susie answered the question first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teacher: "Who said 'I Have a Dream'?" Before Johnny can open his mouth, Mary says, "Martin Luther King."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teacher: "That's right Mary, you can go."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Johnny is even madder than before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teacher: "Who said 'Ask not, what your country can do for you'?" Before Johnny can open his mouth, Nancy says, "John F. Kennedy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teacher: "That's right Nancy, you may also leave."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Johnny is BOILING mad that he has not been able to answer to any of the questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When the teacher turns her back Johnny says, "I wish these bitches would keep their mouths shut!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The teacher turns around: "NOW WHO SAID THAT?!?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Johnny: "BILL CLINTON. CAN I GO NOW?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-5379900002837503416?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/5379900002837503416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=5379900002837503416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/5379900002837503416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/5379900002837503416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/07/who-said-that.html' title='Who Said That?'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-8127773881799214026</id><published>2007-07-15T09:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-15T09:42:20.387+05:30</updated><title type='text'>One defficult question</title><content type='html'>This happened during the interview rounds of IIM (A) for the class of 2004........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer said "I shall either ask you ten easy questions or one really difficult question. Think well before you make up your mind!"&lt;br /&gt;A boy thought for a while and said, "my choice is one really difficult question."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, good luck to you,you have made your own choice! Now tell me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What comes first, Day or Night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy was jolted into reality as his admission depends on the correctness of his answer, but he thought for a while and said, "It's the DAY sir!"&lt;br /&gt;"How" the interviewer asked."&lt;br /&gt;Sorry sir, you promised me that you will &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; ask me a SECOND difficult question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He was selected for IIM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Technical Skill is the mastery of complexity, while Creativity is the master of simplicity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-8127773881799214026?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/8127773881799214026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=8127773881799214026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/8127773881799214026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/8127773881799214026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-defficult-question.html' title='One defficult question'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-319459904795914947</id><published>2007-07-15T09:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-15T09:38:06.934+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sardar joke - copy/paste</title><content type='html'>One Sardar happens to be smartest among all other sardars, Once wanted to transfer some files form one PC to another PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following was the steps followed by him:&lt;br /&gt;1)Right clicked the mouse on the file which he wanted to transfer and selected cut option.&lt;br /&gt;2)Disconnected the mouse from that PC&lt;br /&gt;3)Took that mouse carefully and connected it to the other PC where he wanted to copy that file&lt;br /&gt;4) And trying to paste it there....!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balle Balle....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-319459904795914947?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/319459904795914947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=319459904795914947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/319459904795914947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/319459904795914947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/07/sardar-joke-copypaste.html' title='Sardar joke - copy/paste'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-3016408439138833655</id><published>2007-07-15T09:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:36:37.571+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Which one r u ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A tourist walked into a pet shop and was looking at the animals ondisplay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While he was there, another customer walked in and said to theshopkeeper, "I'll have a C monkey please. "The shopkeeper nodded, went over to a cage at the side of the shop andtook out a monkey. He fit a collar and leash, handed it to the customer, saying, that'll be $5000." The customer paid and walked out with his monkey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Startled, the tourist went over to the shopkeeper and said, "That was a very expensive monkey. Why did it cost so much?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The shopkeeper answered, "Ah, that monkey can program in C very fast,tight code, no bugs, well worth the money."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The tourist looked at the monkey in another cage. "That one's evenmore expensive! $10,000! What does it do?""&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, that one's a C++ monkey;it can manage object-oriented programming, Visual C++, even some Java. All the really useful stuff," said the shopkeeper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The tourist looked around for a little longer and saw a third monkeyin a cage of its own. The price tag around its neck read $50,000.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He gasped to the shopkeeper, "That one costs more than all the otherput together! What on earth does it do?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The shopkeeper replied,"Well, I haven't actually seen it doing anything,but the other monkeys call him the project manager."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-3016408439138833655?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/3016408439138833655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=3016408439138833655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/3016408439138833655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/3016408439138833655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/07/tourist-walked-into-pet-shop-and-was.html' title='Which one r u ?'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-6803378471925934977</id><published>2007-07-15T09:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-15T09:18:13.955+05:30</updated><title type='text'>That's mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by crying all night long.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by running away when she called.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with Love.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by tossing the plate on the floor.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by coloring the dining room table.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;When you were 5, she dressed you for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by plopping into the nearest.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;When you were 6, she walked you to school.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by screaming, IM NOT GOING!&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;When you were 7, she bought you a x-udball.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by throwing it through the next-door-neighbors window.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;When you were 8, she handed you an ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by dripping it all over her lap.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When you were 9, she paid for piano lessons.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by never even bothering it to practice.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;When you were 10 years old, she drove you all day,from soccer to&lt;br /&gt;gymnastics to one birthday party to another.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;When you were 11, she took you and your friends to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by asking her to sit in adifferent row.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;When you were 12, she warned you not to watchcertain TV shows.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;When you were 13, she suggested a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;When you were 14, she paid a month away at the summer camp.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;When you were 15, she came from work, looking fora hug.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;When you were 16, she taught you how to drive a car.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by taking every chance you could.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;When you were 17, she was expecting an important call.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by being on the phone all the night.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to&lt;br /&gt;campus&lt;br /&gt;carried your bags.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by saying outside the dorm so you wouldnt be embarrassed in front of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;When you were 20, she asked you whether you are seeing anyone.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by saying, Its none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;When you were 21, she suggested you certain careers.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by saying, I dont want to be like you.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;When you were 22, she hugged you at your college graduation.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;When you were 23, she gave you furniture for your first apartment.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by telling your friends it was ugly.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;When you were 24, she met your fianc and asked about plans for the&lt;br /&gt;future.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by glaring and growling,Muuhh-ther, please!&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;When you were 25, she helped you to pay for your wedding.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;When you were 30, she called with some advice on the baby.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by telling her, Things are different now.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;When you were 40, she called to remind you of a relative ' s birthday.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by saying you were really busy right now.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did came&lt;br /&gt;crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART.&lt;br /&gt;IF SHES STILL AROUND, NEVER FORGET TO LOVE HER MORE THAN EVER. AND IF SHES NOT, REMEMBER HER UNCONDITIONAL LOVE AND PASS IT ON. ALWAYS REMEMBER TO LOVE THY MOTHER, BECAUSE YOU ONLY HAVE ONE MOTHER IN YOUR LIFETIME&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-6803378471925934977?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/6803378471925934977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=6803378471925934977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/6803378471925934977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/6803378471925934977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/07/thats-mother.html' title='That&apos;s mother'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-7563090815843491679</id><published>2007-07-15T09:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-15T09:10:40.337+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thodi si bewafai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/RpmXLh0jVMI/AAAAAAAAABU/XXUvmBryrfI/s1600-h/thodi_si_bewafai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087263478404830402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/RpmXLh0jVMI/AAAAAAAAABU/XXUvmBryrfI/s320/thodi_si_bewafai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-7563090815843491679?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/7563090815843491679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=7563090815843491679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/7563090815843491679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/7563090815843491679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/07/thodi-si-bewafai.html' title='Thodi si bewafai...'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/RpmXLh0jVMI/AAAAAAAAABU/XXUvmBryrfI/s72-c/thodi_si_bewafai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-5362456164525664621</id><published>2007-07-15T08:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:34:52.752+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Chat and work in IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our hero chatting with some GF (heroin) on his chat. Both are s/w engrs by the way and both work for real big MNC's :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Hero : Hey..GM.. hows u doing today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Heroin : VGM...Day is going good and it got better having found u on chat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Hero : wow... honoured, u know wat, my day starts only when i find you on chat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Heroin : Yep...me too feel the same..brb (be right back) 'll get some coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Hero : OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Hero waits impatiently. Meanwhile, his manager comes to his seat.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Manager : Hey, I need some help from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Hero : &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;[**** This &lt;strong&gt;guy&lt;/strong&gt; always comes at wrong time]&lt;/span&gt; Yeah tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager : Could u write a program for me which generates nth prime number, given value of n.&lt;br /&gt;Would you give this by today evening?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Hero : I would do that, but i think its quite hard, is it ok with you, if i give it by tomorrow evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Manager : Yeah, that would be fine. Thank you&lt;/span&gt; [Leaves the place]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Our hero sighs and stares at his monitor waiting impatiently for heroin to arrive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All of a sudden smiles on his face. Over to chat window...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Heroin : Hey, am back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Hero : cool, you know what my manager, he's kinda keeps asking stupid things, tries to give me stupid work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Heroin : Yeah, its the same everywhere. Real sick ppl these managers are!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Hero : Yep, u rite!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Heroin : Hey, can u do me a favour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Hero : *smiles* sure, why not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Heroin : Hey, I want you to write me a program to print nth prime number,given N.&lt;br /&gt;Would you give that to me by tomorrow evening? plzzz. You know its real urgent for me to work this out :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Hero : hey, thats a one-hour's work. Sure check ur mail in an hour from now. ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Heroin :&lt;/u&gt; WASTE-FELLOW, THAT WAS THE SAMETHING I ASKED U WHEN I CAME TO YOUR WORK PLACE. YOU KNOW WHO I AM NOW!! YOUR 1 HOUR TIME STARTS NOW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-5362456164525664621?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/5362456164525664621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=5362456164525664621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/5362456164525664621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/5362456164525664621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/07/chat-and-work-in-it.html' title='Chat and work in IT'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-2735499455635092689</id><published>2007-07-15T08:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:34:08.106+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Men r simpler than the Women !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HER DIARY:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Day night, I thought he was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a cafe to have some coffee. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Conversation wasn't flowing so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk, he agreed but he kept quiet and absent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;I asked him what was wrong - he said, "Nothing." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said it had nothing to do with me and not to worry. On the way home I told him that I loved him, he simply smiled and kept driving. I can't explain his behavior; I don't know why he didn't say, "I love you, too." When we got home I felt as if I had lost him, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there and watched TV; he seemed distant and absent. Finally I decided to go to bed. About 10 minutes later he came to bed. I decided that I could not take it anymore, so I decided to confront him with the situation but he had fallen asleep. I started crying and cried until I too fell asleep. I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HIS DIARY:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399;"&gt;Today India lost the cricket match. DAMN IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-2735499455635092689?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/2735499455635092689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=2735499455635092689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/2735499455635092689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/2735499455635092689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/07/men-r-simpler-than-women.html' title='Men r simpler than the Women !!!'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-2305963630922171654</id><published>2007-07-15T08:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:31:46.419+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HR Manager - heaven/hell joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One day while walking down the street a highly successful Human Resources Manager was tragically hit by a bus and she died. Her soul arrived up in heaven where she was met at the Pearly Gates by St. Peter himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Welcome to Heaven," said St. Peter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Before you get settled in though, it seems we have a problem. You see, strangely enough, we've never once had a Human Resources Manager make it this far and we're not really sure what to do with you." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"No problem, just let me in," said the woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Well, I'd like to, but I have higher orders. What we're going to do is let you have a day in Hell and a day in Heaven and then you can choose whichever one you want to spend an eternity in." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Actually, I think I've made up my mind, I prefer to stay in Heaven", said the woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Sorry, we have rules..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And with that St. Peter put the executive in an elevator and it went down-down-down to &lt;u&gt;hell&lt;/u&gt;. The doors opened and she found herself stepping out onto the putting green of a beautiful golf course. In the distance was a country club and standing in fron! t of her were all her friends - fellow executives that she had worked with and they were well dressed in evening gowns and cheering for her. They ran up and kissed her on both cheeks and they talked about old times. They played an excellent round of golf and at night went to the country club where she enjoyed an excellent steak and lobster dinner. She met the Devil who was actually a really nice guy (kind of cute) and she had a great time telling jokes and dancing. She was having such a good time that before she knew it, it was time to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everybody shook her hand and waved goodbye as she got on the elevator. The elevator went up-up-up and opened back up at the Pearly Gates and found St.Peter waiting for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Now it's time to spend a day in &lt;u&gt;heaven&lt;/u&gt;," he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So she spent the next 24 hours lounging around on clouds and playing the harp and singing. She had great time and before she knew it her 24 hours were up and St. Peter came and got her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"So, you've spent a day in hell and you've spent a day in heaven. Now you must choose your eternity,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The woman paused for a second and then replied, "Well, I never thought I'd say this, I mean, Heaven has been really great and all, but I think I had a better time in Hell." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So St. Peter escorted her to the elevator and again she wentdown-down-down back to Hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When the doors of the elevator opened she found herself standing in a desolate wasteland covered in garbage and filth. She saw her friends were dressed in rags and were picking up the garbage and putting it in sacks. The Devil came up to her and put his arm around her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I don't understand," stammered the woman, "yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and a country club and we ate lobster and we danced and had a great time. Now all there is a wasteland of garbage and all my friends look miserable." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Devil looked at her smiled and told...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Yesterday we were recruiting you, today you're an Employee. ." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-2305963630922171654?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/2305963630922171654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=2305963630922171654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/2305963630922171654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/2305963630922171654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/07/hr-manager-heavenhell-joke.html' title='HR Manager - heaven/hell joke'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-8008025367464318518</id><published>2007-07-15T03:56:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-08T09:07:11.981+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love and marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;A student asks a teacher: What is love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;The teacher said: in order to answer your question, go to the paddy field and choose the biggest paddy and come back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;But the rule is: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;You can go through them only once and can't turn back to pick. The student went to the field, go thru first row, he saw one big paddy, but he wonders.... may be there is a bigger one later. Then he saw another bigger one... but may be there is an even bigger one waiting for him. Later, when he finished more than half of the paddy field, he start to realize that the paddy is not as big as the previous one he saw, he know he has missed the biggest one, and he regretted. So, he ended up went back to the teacher with empty hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;The teacher told him, this is love... you keep looking for a better one, but when later you realize, you have already miss the person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Student asked: What is marriage then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;The teacher said: In order to answer your question, go to the corn field and choose the biggest corn and come back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;But the rule is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;You can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick. The student went to the corn field, this time he is careful not to repeat the previous mistake, when he reach the middle of the field, he has picked one medium corn that he feel satisfied, and came back to the teacher. The teacher told him, this time you bring back a corn.... you look for one that is just nice, and you have faith and believe this is the best one you get.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;this is marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-8008025367464318518?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/8008025367464318518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=8008025367464318518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/8008025367464318518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/8008025367464318518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-and-marriage.html' title='Love and marriage'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911217.post-117589241681970544</id><published>2007-04-07T02:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:32:36.276+05:30</updated><title type='text'>God’s Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups--porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain, some expensive, some exquisite-- telling them to help themselves to the coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: "If you noticed, all the nice-looking, expensive cups were taken, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases, it is just more expensive and in somecases even hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups… and then you began eyeing each other's cups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now consider this: Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and the type of cup we have does not define nor change the quality of Life we live. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided us." God brews the coffee, not the cups . . . Enjoy your coffee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The happiest people don't HAVE the best of everything. They just MAKE the best of everything they have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://sanjeevabad.googlepages.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911217-117589241681970544?l=emailfuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/feeds/117589241681970544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911217&amp;postID=117589241681970544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/117589241681970544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911217/posts/default/117589241681970544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailfuns.blogspot.com/2007/04/gods-coffee.html' title='God’s Coffee'/><author><name>Sanjeev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10789406018825130714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSBlL74LFgw/S6XTJKp9xKI/AAAAAAAAB70/AR3jXZK8wL4/S220/Orkut2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
