tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23931137338319770362024-03-14T02:48:16.110+05:30vipagesA collection of my literary work that will make you remember and forget a lot of things at the same time.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14775167643918745693noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393113733831977036.post-87202115379005740592012-06-18T02:09:00.001+05:302012-06-18T02:09:53.616+05:30Why this televeri?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Sitting at home for two weeks with a hairline fracture, I have been watching a lot of TV. Apart from my favourite travel shows, cook shows and comedy shows I did spend a lot of time watching a couple of regional channels – Tamil. While sometimes I am forced to sit through the torture of Ekta Kapoor serials re made in Tamil because my mom is watching it, the rest of the time is kind of a “self induced torturous humour” that I indulge in. <br />
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There are a couple of Tamil channels that telecast comedy clips from Tamil movies 24x7 and the funny part is, the programs they telecast all day long are dial in programs. At first, I thought the idea of having a dial in program was ridiculous until I saw the way those shows are hosted and the king of things they discuss. Nevertheless, they do help boost the humour quotient of those programs – mostly the kind of humour that leaves you with the “WTF” expression. Here are some of those instances that left me with the “WTF” expression, <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Note: In the conversations below, a lot of words are typed in the way it is pronounced in the Tamilian accent and are not typo errors. Also a lot of sentences will be literal translation of the Tamil phrases hence the grammar will be way off. </span><br />
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Post the greeting and the opening script, comes the introduction of the caller. After the caller gives out his name, the next question the host asks is what the caller does. Most of the guys who call in to these programs have a standard answer, “Summa thaan irukkaren (Tamil)” meaning, ‘I’m jobless and I just sit at home the whole day and do nothing,’ to which the host responds “super.” At first I wondered what kind of a response is that, later I saw a host try a different response and realised why most of the hosts respond with just “Super.” Here is the reason why.<br />
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Host: What is you Name? <br />
Caller: Kumar. <br />
Host: Kumar, what do you do? <br />
Caller: I’m jobless and I just sit at home the whole day and do nothing. <br />
Host: Ok. What is your ambition in life Kumar? <br />
Caller: My ambition is to remain this way. <br />
Host: …………. “Super.”<br />
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Post the greeting and introduction, the host has to ideally end the call and play the comedy clip (none of these programs lets the caller request for their favourite comedy clip). But this routine will be extremely monotonous, hence the makers of the show got creative to make the shows more interactive and fun. They came up with themes for each week and the besides greeting and introduction, the host will ask the caller a question (it’s the same damn question through the week) related to the theme. <br />
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One of such themes was “Heroine in a comic role,” the same damn question that the host asked all the callers through the week is “Which heroine you think will do a wonderful job in a Kaamedy role?” Now this question is hypothetical, so is the answer because in Tamil movies the heroine’s job is to walk around and laugh around so that the hero falls for her, then dance with him in the songs and cry and scream when the bad guy takes her away. <br />
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Another such common theme I have come across is where the host asks the caller to narrate a funny incident from his life or they ask the caller to narrate a joke or a PJ. The usual response from these jokers who call in is that “There is nothing funny that happened in my life” or “I don’t know any jokes.” The best part was when one of the jokers who called in said “Since this is the first time I have called in, no funny incidents have happened in my life but next time I will tell something.” <br />
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The weirdest theme I have ever come across in the last two weeks is this one - the callers are supposed show the host how they laugh! Here is an instance that left me with a WTF<br />
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Host: Hallo….. Hallllllo…. Hallllloooooo…. </div>
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Caller: Ah Hello </div>
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Host: Please reduce your TV Vaalume. </div>
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Host: What is your name sir? </div>
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Caller: Suresh </div>
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Host: Suresh, what do you do? </div>
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Caller: I’m jobless and I just sit at home the whole day and do nothing. </div>
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Host: Super. Suresh, do you know today’s theme? </div>
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Caller: Hello? </div>
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Host: Suresh, please reduce your TV Vaalume. </div>
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Caller: Done sir. </div>
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Host: Ok Suresh, today’s theme is that you have to show us how you laugh and show lets see. </div>
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Caller: No… It’s ok. </div>
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Host: No Suresh, you have to show us. Laugh and show. </div>
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Caller: HA! (in the least expressive way) </div>
Host: Wow that was a beautiful laugh. Thank you so much for laughing so beautifully. Here is a kaamedy scene coming up faar you and your family. <br />
Vimal: What the f….<br />
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Unable to take it any more I switched to the other Tamil comedy channel and there was this girl hosting the show. The theme for her program was people who are married or in a relationship call in and share any funny incidents that happened in their relationship. In between playing Kaamedy… (Sorry that was the Tamilian in me speaking) comedy clips and talking to callers, this woman thought it would be cool to give the viewers tips on how to impress their love! Here is how the show went.<br />
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Host: Hallo viewers, this weeks theme is blah blah blah…… While we wait faar our next kaaler I am going to give some tips for guys to impress girls. Guys can impress any girl by writing creative poems about her, all the guys out there please take out a pen and paper I am going to recite a poem that you can use – “My love, you are an idli, And I am your chutney!...”<br />
And she went on and on with rhyming words from her grocery shopping list shoved into meaningless sentences in the name of poetry. Thankfully she was interrupted by a phone call.<br />
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Host: Hallo….. Hallllllo…. Hallllloooooo…. <br />
Caller: Ah Hello <br />
Host: Please reduce your TV Vaalume. <br />
Caller: ok. <br />
Host: What is your name sir? <br />
Caller: Ramesh Host: <br />
Ramesh, what do you do? <br />
Caller: I’m jobless and I just sit at home the whole day and do nothing. <br />
Host: Ok Ramesh. Are you married? <br />
Caller: No madam. <br />
Host: Do you have a girlfriend? <br />
Caller: No Madam. <br />
Host: Ramesh, this show is for people who have a girlfriend or married ok. Next time you call us you should have a girlfriend ok? <br />
Caller: Ok Madam. <br />
Host: Ok Ramesh. In future when you have a girlfriend, how will you talk to her in a kaamedy manner? Caller hangs up <br />
Host: Ok kaalers, Ramesh kaaled us and spoke to us superbly, for him and his family members there is a superb kaamedy scene that is coming up after the shaat commercial break, watch and enjaay.<br />
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There are some people who have been repeat callers, so much so that the hosts know them pretty well. What is amazing is that when these guys call in they say “Guess who” instead of saying their name and if the host is not able to recognise them or call out a wrong name they get offended!<br />
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All said and done, we must give it to these hosts for putting up with all this nonsense from the callers and still able to smile through the shows in spite of doing the same thing over and over again.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpPjKOpjjgWuh9EwpXnevtSQ36cGN7qFO2lyJZJRjpGt-oJU2H1h3Rqz33oH0-jBD2SQEJMwFa6gTnGkTB_HsdrlMh73CCgFjuzx1cj4PruW9GIWRXm1Odv_IscP0uCInfYoApAGuYpCQ/s1600/Reporter.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" pca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpPjKOpjjgWuh9EwpXnevtSQ36cGN7qFO2lyJZJRjpGt-oJU2H1h3Rqz33oH0-jBD2SQEJMwFa6gTnGkTB_HsdrlMh73CCgFjuzx1cj4PruW9GIWRXm1Odv_IscP0uCInfYoApAGuYpCQ/s200/Reporter.gif" width="92" /></a>Way different from these dial in shows is another interesting program that airs on one of these comedy channels, Its called “Tell me big brother, tell me,” (literal translation of the Tamil name) in this program, the host walks around different cities and asks people questions related on general knowledge such as ‘what is an ATM card?’ or so to test the awareness of people. This show is like a big stage where all the Tamilians come up to embarrass themselves. I’m sure the other regional channels too have such a program, if not we need to start one soon. This will at least stop people from thinking they are superior than the rest of the ethnic groups in India and hence avoid unnecessary conflicts and fights – The idea of we are all equally dumb can have a positive impact for once. Here are some of the questions and funny or ridiculous answers from this show.</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Note: If the last word of the sentence ends with the “a” sound, it means that it was a question and if the last word of the sentence ends with a “u” sound, it means that it was a statement. </span><br />
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Host: What is PAN Card? <br />
Participant: The card that you use to take money out of an ATM Machine.<br />
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Host: What is IPL?<br />
Participant: Indian Bremier Leaku<br />
Host: Indian Bremier Leakaa? <br />
Participant: Yes<br />
Host: Indian Bremier Leakaa?<br />
Participant: No no. Indian Political Leak.<br />
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Host: Who is Bill Gates?<br />
Participant 1: President of America<br />
Participant 2: He has a computer shop in America. Like the shops we have in Ritchie Street in Chennai.<br />
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This one takes the cake :-D <br />
Host: What is the other name for India?<br />
Participant 1: Andra Pradesha?<br />
Participant 2: Ramayanam?..... Magabarath. Correct.<br />
Participant 3: Orissa<br />
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Host: Where is Pamban Bridge?<br />
Participant: Naarth India.<br />
Host: Naarth India means?<br />
Participant: Bangalore?<br />
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Host: Where is Madhya Pradesh?<br />
Participant 1: Pakistan.<br />
Participant 2: Nepal.<br />
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And here is a shocking fact – some of the responses shown above are given by people who are teachers by profession!<br />
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All said and done, these shows do entertain me one way or the other. <br />
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Everyone is sitting in the dining area and the door bell rings. Vimal answers the door and when he returns,<br />
Russel: Who was it?<br />
Vimal: Super Hero.<br />
Parag: Super Hero?!?!?!?!?<br />
Vimal: Yup - Iron Man!<br />
Parag: ha ha ha.....<br />
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Leeni: Pass me the papad Vimal.<br />
Vimal passes the papad without.saying a word.<br />
Leeni: How come you didn't crack your stupid PJ where you just look at the papad and say pass without actually passing it?<br />
Vimal: That is Amith's PJ. My PJs have quality.<br />
Leeni: Yes. Poor quality is also qualIty<br />
Vimal: ?!?!?!<br />
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While watching a ghost movie, at the lead character<br />
Leeni: she herself looks like a ghost.<br />
Vimal: she is an undercover ghost.<br />
Leeni: hahaha good one.<br />
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The lead character Claire was screaming on top of her voice.<br />
Vimal: Claire became 'loud and claire.´<br />
Everyone: hahaha.<br />
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Russel: I'm picking up food for for dinner, what do you want?<br />
Vimal: Anything macha.<br />
Russel: They don't have 'anything' here.<br />
Vimal: Which place have you.gone to?<br />
Russel: The place where you don't get 'anything.'<br />
Vimal: ?!?!?!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx2wMzADLlhmt90Tl9DAAqHwdlq9FQ8ybY8hL6JADxyegH73NNwLafbJuse98EBV56mZLsc-mMmWTkex9jN3N1_ETt6_GCIRolHyok53YzyYYGyhSvu10R_JV7wLyXb-IDCuxW_JQmhy0/s1600/ghajini.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx2wMzADLlhmt90Tl9DAAqHwdlq9FQ8ybY8hL6JADxyegH73NNwLafbJuse98EBV56mZLsc-mMmWTkex9jN3N1_ETt6_GCIRolHyok53YzyYYGyhSvu10R_JV7wLyXb-IDCuxW_JQmhy0/s200/ghajini.png" width="200" /></a>Jayanthi: How can you forget to eat?<br />
Vimal: I think I'll get tatoo like Ghajini stating have lunch, dinner, etc.<br />
Jayanthi: But will you remember to look at them?<br />
Vimal: I'll get a tatoo for.that as well. The tatoo will read 'check tatoo instructions.'<br />
Jayanthi: PJ Poor me.<br />
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While navigating during of our road trips,<br />
Leeni: There is a truck on the left. Now all clear.<br />
Vimal: Head and Shoulders.<br />
Leeni: ?!?!?!<br />
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Leeni: I'll go make sambar rice.<br />
Vimal: But make sure you make sambar and rice seperately.<br />
Leeni: Like how God made you and brain seperarely<br />
Vimal: !?!?!?<br />
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Russel: I'm thinking of buying a small fridge for my bar counter.<br />
Vimal: Actually you should buy a small fridge and keep it inside your big fridge.<br />
Russel: Why?<br />
Vimal: Just imagine, fridge inside fridge, how cold things will be.<br />
Russel: As cold as your brain.<br />
Vimal: ?!?!?!<br />
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Leenish: I'm getting leaves for easter.<br />
Vimal: Why do you want to wait till easter dude. Go pluck how many ever leaves you want from that plant now.<br />
Leenish: ?!?! How do people put up with you at work?<br />
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Vimal: Dwayne Johnson Angelina Jolie.<br />
Roy: What?!?!?<br />
Vimal: Rock Salt macha.<br />
Roy: Oh God.<br />
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Leeni: I'm shocked.<br />
Vimal: Your rubber chappal is next to your feet.<br />
Leeni: What?!?!<br />
Vimal: If you are wearing rubber chappals you don't get a shock.<br />
Leeni: Oh God.<br />
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Deepti: Hey, you were supposed gift Leeni shoes for her birthday how come you bought something else?<br />
Vimal: I decided not to gift stuff that can be used against me.<br />
Deepti: hahaha. Good one.<br />
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Leeni: That guy is fighting with someone over the phone.<br />
Vimal: How do you know?<br />
Leeni: I heard him say 'ok. Fine.' When a guy says that, it means he is not ready to listen and wants to get into a fight.<br />
Vimal: Oh is it? Ok fine.<br />
Leeni: yippie!<br />
Vimal: ?!?!?!?<br />
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Russel: What was the name of the hotel we are looking for?<br />
Roy: Hotel Grace.<br />
Vimal: Dude, this is Kerala, you are supposed.to pronounce it as graice and not grace.<br />
Roy: You are such a disgraice Vimal.<br />
Leeni: hahaha. Good one Roy.<br />
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Russel: Abhishek Bachan sang this rap song is it.<br />
Vimal: Yup. A lot of actors do that these days. A lot of actors have become popular singing rap.<br />
Russel: And this Danush guy became popular by singing Tamil Nadu crap.<br />
Vimal: hahahaha.<br />
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Roy: Having bread everyday is not good for health as it contains maidha.<br />
Russel: But I only eat wheat bread.<br />
Vimal: It doesn't matter what bread it is. As long as you are eating at home it is still "veet bread" (veet bread means house bread in tamil).<br />
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At the barber shop, while we were waiting for our turn a guy walks in and said hi to Amith and myself. After waiting for 5 mins he stepped out for a smoke. I was still wondering who it was and Amith told me that he is from MphasiS (a company we both worked for) and he used to be in this process called banyan (we had pseudo names for each department).<br />
Vimal: Who is that guy who just said hi to us?<br />
Amith: That guy is from MphasiS, he was in banyan.<br />
Vimal: Hmmm. Now he in chaddies (chaddies, meaning shorts. Banyan, meaning vests).<br />
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Leeni: Enough of your bad jokes Vimal.<br />
Vimal: What bad jokes?<br />
Leeni: hahaha. See that's a very good joke. I can laugh for that.<br />
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Jayanthi: Its just a matter of control c and control v.<br />
Vimal: Hey, nobody controls V (meaning vimal).<br />
Jayanthi: hahaha, good one.<br />
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Vimal: How do you spell Sakleshpur?<br />
Amith: Suck. Lace. Poor.<br />
Vimal: ok..... Hey!<br />
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Vimal: I'll order food for you?<br />
Naveen: Ya. Order something light for me.<br />
Vimal: 30 Watts bulb will do?<br />
Naveen: Hahaha. <br />
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Russel: I got my prescription via sms. slowly the human touch is disappearing.<br />
Vimal: That's why we have touch screen phones these days.<br />
Russel: How does that help.<br />
Vimal: Humans are touching the screen right.<br />
Russel: Oh God.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14775167643918745693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393113733831977036.post-8594273906271952292012-02-29T03:49:00.000+05:302012-02-29T03:49:44.450+05:30Nincompoop Diaries<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><u>Introduction</u></strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Nincompoop Diaries is a series of short stories where we follow a teenage gang through some of their most interesting encounters. Inspired from my childhood experiences, Noncompoop Diaries will have a perfect blend of facts and fiction. I hope this turns out to be an enjoyable read for you and this make you smile sometimes & laugh out loud sometimes. These short stories will be published in this blog in regular intervals and I will keep the momentum going, please continue sending in your comments & feedback. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This series is dedicated to all the nincompoops who grew up with this nincompoop and have inspired Nincompoop Diaries.</span><br />
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<div class="ParaAttribute1" style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><u><strong>The Area</strong></u></span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">This locality situated in the northern part of a small town in Tamil Nadu referred to as </span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">“</span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The Area,</span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">”</span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> is popular for two reasons </span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">–</span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Cricket & Gang fights. Like the chicken and the egg story, its difficult to say which one came first, the cricket or the gang fight. A cricket match would lead to a gang fight which will again end up in a cricket match, however in all probability the initial cricket match itself would have been a result of a gang fight.</span></span></span><br />
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<div class="ParaAttribute1" style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">What started off three generations ago as a teacher</span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">’</span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">s colony, now houses the three most notorious gangs of this small town. While the first gang holds together a group of guys in their mid 20s, the second and third gangs contain a bunch of guys in their mid & late teens and a bunch of guys in their early teens respectively. The senior most gang takes every cricket match and gang fight way too serious and the junior most gang takes every cricket match and gang fight way too casual. That leaves us with the gang of guys in their mid and late teens, this gang manages to have a perfect blend of the other two gangs making it the funniest among the three. That brings us to the reason why we are here, we are going to explore the exciting encounters of this gang. But before we get into their lives, its imperitive that we familiarise ourselves with the characters and the lingos of this gang.</span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="ParaAttribute1" style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ1WhQfE__lwa3nIBS2cjylTenpCx2bHqJlC1OahEMtpF1E-Oo40qVZSVirsayxv_FDqYs2lJEz7hfjXWe_G6sadvD_QPm2AH2L7etkckhJumlU3y_S5_qjoJponpnfhoiJJ1brZVV4Rs/s1600/the+area.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ1WhQfE__lwa3nIBS2cjylTenpCx2bHqJlC1OahEMtpF1E-Oo40qVZSVirsayxv_FDqYs2lJEz7hfjXWe_G6sadvD_QPm2AH2L7etkckhJumlU3y_S5_qjoJponpnfhoiJJ1brZVV4Rs/s1600/the+area.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><u>Bullet</u> </span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">–</span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> This guy is the un pronounced leader of the gang. This guy will run faster than a speeding bullet when his dad or mom spots him hanging out with his friends.</span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="ParaAttribute1" style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><u>Disguise</u> </span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">–</span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> This guy has a mole in his cheek hence the nick name disguise.</span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="ParaAttribute1" style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><u>Intelligent Fruit</u> - This guy is one of the biggest comedy reliefs of the gang, he keeps coming up with stupid jokes on everything regardless of the place and situation. His original nick name was Gnanapazham, which means the fruit of knowledge in tamil. The english guy did a somewhat literal translation and named him the intelligent fruit.</span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="ParaAttribute1" style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><u>The English Guy</u> </span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">–</span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> This guy is way too obsessed with the english language, he reads a lot of english magazines<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>/ novels and keeps using new phrases he comes across. In most cases, he won</span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">’</span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">t exactly remember the phrases and end up saying it wrong and when ever he remembers the exact phrase no one around him will understand.</span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="ParaAttribute1" style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><u>Goat</u> </span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">–</span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> The hair on his chin makes this guys look like a goat hence the name Goat. </span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="ParaAttribute1" style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><u>Chicken</u> </span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">–</span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> He is the most improtant guy in every gang fight, he never hits anybody but will make sure he is there to witness each and every gang fight. He stands in as the umpire in most of the cricket matches as well.</span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="ParaAttribute1" style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><u>Rabbit</u> </span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">–</span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> This guy's actual name is Murugesh and his father has 3 rabbits as pets. Since there was another Murugesh in the same colony, he was referred to as Rabbit Murugesh and with time the name shortened to just rabbit.</span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="ParaAttribute1" style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><u>Road Runner</u> </span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">–</span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> This guy borrows his uncle</span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">’</span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">s moped everynight and goes around the area honking. Everytime he honks, he honks twice like the Looney Tunes Cartoon character Road Runner. Hence the name.</span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="ParaAttribute1" style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><u>Mosquito</u> </span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">–</span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> This guy is simply the tinyest in the gang.</span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="ParaAttribute1" style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><u>Robin Hood</u> </span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">–</span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> This guy has an obsession towards guns and keeps collecting all kinds of toy guns. He always carries a gun with him and generally shoots people around when he is happy or sad or angry. His guns are never loaded but he makes the </span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">‘</span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Bang!</span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">’</span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">sound everytime he fires which is supposed to kill people.</span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="ParaAttribute1" style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><u>Eye Thousand</u> </span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">–</span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> This is the only guy in the gang who wears glasses and friends started calling him kanaayiram which in tamil means the one with a thousand eyes. The name was later translated as eye thousand by The English Guy.</span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="ParaAttribute1" style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><u>Cannibal:</u> This guy is the most mannerless and merciless in the gang, hence the name.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><u>Sparrow:</u> This guy's hair resembles a sparrow's nest, hence the name.</span></div><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><u>Cerelac Holmes:</u> Everytime somebody in the gang gets beaten up alone by a different gang, this guy will ask a thousand questions as if he was a detective and he is trying to solve a murder case. The initial name proposed was Sherlock Holmes, but considering his baby face they gave him the name Cerelac Holmes.</span><br />
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<span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><u>Samantha Fox</u> - She is the babe of the area. Once the english guy passed a comment stating she looks like Samantha Fox and as usual no one understood him. Intelligent fruit then clarified it to everyone saying, "You people don't know Samantha Fox? Its a very dangerous animal that lives in African forests."</span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="ParaAttribute1" style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><u>Cylinder</u> - She is Samantha Fox's friend and neighbour, she could be mistaken for an LPG cylinder if she comes out in a red outfit.</span></span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="ParaAttribute1" style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><u>Ku</u> </span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">–</span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> This guy's name is Kumar, people call him ku. Not because they like him but because ku is the widely accepted and recognised short form for one of the most popular swear words in tamil. Ku does not belong to this gang but he is the legal consultant for all three gangs. He spends most of his time in the court appearing as a fake witness.</span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="ParaAttribute1" style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><u>Batman & Robin</u> - This phrase is used to refer the strike and the non strike in the cricket game.</span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="ParaAttribute1" style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><u>Teespty</u> - Teespty is nothing but the coloqual form for TVS 50, the most popular two wheeler at that time. If one keeps saying TVS 50 continuously for a day or or two, he will eventually end up saying teespty.</span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="ParaAttribute1" style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><u>Panchayat</u> - This term is used to refer to a prescheduled gang fight that has been mutually agreed by both parties to settle dispites.</span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="ParaAttribute1" style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><u>Panchayat Match</u> - This term is used to refer to a prescheduled gang fight that has been mutually agreed by both parties to settle disputes.</span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="ParaAttribute1" style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><u>The Hangout</u> - The chai shop besides the main entrance of the area is the place where this group meets up. This is the place the gang spends most of its waking time.</span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="ParaAttribute1" style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><u>Pi R Square</u> - This is the code used by this gang for 'The Area.' Since the locality is kind of circular in shape, intelligent fruit came up with this name.</span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></div><br />
<span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><u>Machi</u> - The tamil equivalent of buddy or pal. This is a phrase that is most commonly used by all.</span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><u>Dey / Dai</u> - These phrases are also used to address members of the gang.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><u>Mouth</u> - Mouth means death. For Example: Once Road Runner was explaining his experience riding his uncle's teespty - "Machi, i was going full speed in my uncle's teespty and I was turning like a race bike near that S-Bend, suddenly an old man in a cycle came in front. For a minute i thought the old man became mouth. Then I applied hand break and stopped the teespty." Now, you must be wondering about the hand break in a TVS 50. Well if both the breaks are working fine, you apply the break with your hands to stop the vehicle hence hand break. In case both the breaks aren't working you use you legs to stop the vehicle - leg break.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><u>Lungi Time</u> - While playing cricket or during a gang fight if anyone's lungi loosens up, one can call for a lungi time where the cricket match or gang fight is paused for 60 seconds which is sufficient enough to retie the lungi and then fold it in half and tie it. No pausing for lungi time during a cricket match or a gang fight leads to a Panchayat or a Panchayat Match.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMP1QC0Xtge8lJtYkxrFBckeYMVBwGJe5ECKE8oMI3HyHVAvhPWscahjixqJ2qZkTUjtg8VXkd36WnlkJgjHQdqkpqnJBc4UjhkIV2YKdRmUVTfncizPV1MtMv6D1KL21cW9SiNx6krDk/s1600/rrtr.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMP1QC0Xtge8lJtYkxrFBckeYMVBwGJe5ECKE8oMI3HyHVAvhPWscahjixqJ2qZkTUjtg8VXkd36WnlkJgjHQdqkpqnJBc4UjhkIV2YKdRmUVTfncizPV1MtMv6D1KL21cW9SiNx6krDk/s200/rrtr.JPG" uda="true" width="82" /></a><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">What makes this gang the funniest and the most notorious is that they are extremely unpredictable. One can never say why the gang gets involved in a gang fight or a cricket match. There was once a situation when a woman almost took the gang to the police station because they beat up the woman's son. When the woman threatened to call the cops, Sparrow called Ku. Ku settled the dispute and when he asked why they beat this guy up, Cannibal explained, "The guy was walking towards the provision store and suddenly fell down." "So?" asked Ku still trying to figure out what happened. "How can he fall off like that while walking? He should walk properly right? That's why we beat him up" said Cannibal and the chicken confirmed that is exactly what had happened. </span></span><span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">There was once the gang got into a Panchayat Match with another gang because they had a dispute on whether Ramarajan was the biggest loser or T Rajender (both are self proclaimed superstarts in Tamil Film Industry). </span></span><br />
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<span class="CharAttribute1"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">In the next few editions we will explore the adventures of these nincompoops.</span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(Note: Images in this article are randomly picked from the world wide web.)</span></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14775167643918745693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393113733831977036.post-75830508692198769562011-12-23T00:42:00.000+05:302011-12-23T00:42:50.164+05:30PJ Time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Amith: Did you have food?<br />
Vimal: No, not yet. Will go in sometime.<br />
Amith: Sad man.<br />
Vimal: Is that a new Super Hero?<br />
Amith: Yes and you are Sad Man, I would like to make a movie series of it with atleast 3 or 4 sequels.<br />
Vimal: ha ha ha<br />
<br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tE2d_PfbBD8/TvNvswRNTPI/AAAAAAAAFnI/7qYV9GBGwpQ/s1600/433.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tE2d_PfbBD8/TvNvswRNTPI/AAAAAAAAFnI/7qYV9GBGwpQ/s200/433.jpg" width="200" /></a>Leeni: I want Jamoon.<br />
Vimal: Its going to take a few more years for us to get there. Space travel is not open for commercial passengers yet.<br />
Leeni: What?!?!?!?<br />
Vimal: You said 'Ja' (translates 'go' in hindi) 'Moon.'<br />
Leeni: Oh God.<br />
<br />
Vimal: I'm leaving office early tomorrow.<br />
Leeni: Good for you. And good for the company too.<br />
Vimal: ?!?!?!?<br />
<br />
Friend: The 3D effects in Ra One wasn't that great.<br />
Vimal: Which side of the screen you sat at? Front side or the back side?<br />
Everyone: ha ha ha.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iGhsE3BTyow/TvNwkU6st7I/AAAAAAAAFnU/vuOWmKC4XDo/s1600/1293871842.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iGhsE3BTyow/TvNwkU6st7I/AAAAAAAAFnU/vuOWmKC4XDo/s200/1293871842.jpg" width="200" /></a>Amith writes on his facebook wall on Rajinikanth's birthday:<br />
'Dear Birthday. Happy Rajinikanth to you!'<br />
<br />
Leeni: What did you say?<br />
Vimal: Nothing.<br />
Leeni: I thought you said Leeni is smart.<br />
Vimal: Why on earth will I say anything like that?<br />
Leeni: Ya, why would you say anything like that. You don't state the obvious.<br />
Vimal: ?!?!?!?<br />
<br />
Jayanthi was in the cab on her way home and was talking to Vimal over the phone.<br />
Jayanthi: Oh God. There is a huge traffic jam near K R Puram, looks like it will take at least half an hour for this to clear. Wonder what time I'll get home.<br />
Vimal: Don't worry, there is an easy way to clear the traffic jam.<br />
Jayanthi: What?<br />
Vimal: Just peep out of the window and tell the crowd that you are talking to me over the phone and I've confirmed that I'm not coming to K R Puram now. The crowd will be disappointed but will clear away.<br />
Jayanthi: But Vimal, if I tell the crowd that I'm talking to you, they won't go naa.<br />
Vimal: ...... Nobody's asked me questions like this before. I'll get back to you.<br />
<br />
Russel: How long will you take to fry the cutlet?<br />
Amith (looking a Vimal): Based on his BMI I think we can fry him in about 10 mins.<br />
Vimal: Its sad that we can't fry you Amith, coz Russel doesn't like veg cutlet.<br />
Amith: How am I a veg cutlet?<br />
Vimal: You are a vegetarian and you are a cutlet, that makes you a veg cutlet. End of story. If you still want to debate on that, you can talk to my hand.<br />
Amith: Huh, Keep trying.<br />
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LALOv1X-9RI/TvNw3mX0YMI/AAAAAAAAFng/cmhSWIEsCHI/s1600/stock-illustration-9443397-smiling-female-doctor-in-scrubs-and-lab-coat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LALOv1X-9RI/TvNw3mX0YMI/AAAAAAAAFng/cmhSWIEsCHI/s320/stock-illustration-9443397-smiling-female-doctor-in-scrubs-and-lab-coat.jpg" width="184" /></a>Colleague: He snatched my gift, I haven't opened it yet. It is not fair.<br />
Vimal: How would you know its not fair without opening it?<br />
Colleague: What?<br />
Vimal: Ya. Only when you open the gift and see what it is, you'll know wheter its fair or dark.<br />
Colleague: Aiiyoo.<br />
<br />
Vimal: I hate that light they show while shooting videos at weddings.<br />
If I see a cameraman with that at my wedding, I'll shoot him.<br />
Amith: Shoot him with what? Your brother's SLR?<br />
Vimal: ?!?!?!?<br />
<br />
Vimal: When are you treating me?<br />
Leeni: When I become a doctor.<br />
Vimal: ?!?!?!?<br />
<br />
Version 1:<br />
Colleague: Save the file.<br />
Vimal: Why who is attacking it?<br />
Colleague: What?!?!?!?<br />
<br />
Version 2:<br />
Colleague: Save the file.<br />
Vimal: Why? Is it endangered?<br />
Colleague: What?!?!?!?<br />
Vimal writes on his facebook wall:<br />
Everytime the week starts, Monday suffers from Rajinikanth Blues.<br />
<br />
Vimal: How are you?<br />
Jayanthi: Ok-Ok.<br />
Vimal: Why not super ok?<br />
Jayanthi: Because I'm not Rajanikanth.<br />
Vimal: ha ha ha.<br />
<br />
Amith: I was confused. Now I am Amith.<br />
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0yzE1LQ_WIU/TvNxmX40QtI/AAAAAAAAFns/Y-x3WcAWby8/s1600/Traditional-Wooden-Crib-The-Owl-Barn-Gift-Collection.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="122" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0yzE1LQ_WIU/TvNxmX40QtI/AAAAAAAAFns/Y-x3WcAWby8/s200/Traditional-Wooden-Crib-The-Owl-Barn-Gift-Collection.jpg" width="200" /></a>Vimal's team put up a live crib for Christmas decorations. A live cribis one where people dress up as Mary, Joseph, The 3 Kings, etc and sit / stand around baby Jesus. After seeing the pictures of the Live Crib,<br />
Jayanthi: Where is the sheep?<br />
Vimal: Since they are delicious, I had them for lunch.<br />
Jayanthi: PJ. Thank God, I didn't opt to be the sheep in your live crib. Hey, I could have been the Angel.<br />
Vimal: yup.<br />
Jayanthi: But what about the wings?<br />
Vimal: You don't need wings.<br />
Jayanthi: I'll drink RedBull. 'RedBull gives you wings.'<br />
Vimal: ha ha ha. Mc Donald's.<br />
Jayanthi: ?<br />
Vimal: I'm loving it.<br />
Jayanthi: hee.<br />
<br />
Jayanthi: Garnier.<br />
Vimal: what?!?!?<br />
Jayanthi: Take Care.<br />
Vimal: hahaha ok.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--g7pdg5NCMw/TvNyc6oI-vI/AAAAAAAAFn4/zGzbCsJfirM/s1600/cow.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--g7pdg5NCMw/TvNyc6oI-vI/AAAAAAAAFn4/zGzbCsJfirM/s320/cow.png" width="286" /></a>Leeni: Spare me.<br />
Vimal: Where? Where?<br />
Leeni: What?!?!?<br />
Vimal: You said 'Spare me' right? Where is the spare you?<br />
Leeni: ha ha ha. Good One.<br />
<br />
Leeni: What did you get from you Secret Santa?<br />
Vimal: A Santa Clause toy and a 2012 diary.<br />
Amith: So we wont have any scarcity of milk products.<br />
Vimal: ................ For 2012 yes...........<br />
<br />
Friend: Sometimes I get so bugged with the issues at work that feel like I'm managing livestock and not people.<br />
Amith: People are livestock in a way.<br />
Friend: No I mean I fell as if I'm managing cattle.<br />
Amith: That's because you are a catalyst!<br />
Friend: ?!?!?!?!?<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">(Note: Images in this article are randomly picked from the world wide web.)</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14775167643918745693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393113733831977036.post-54706791580023796772011-12-22T10:28:00.000+05:302011-12-22T10:28:39.380+05:30Just Look at'em<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Publishing this title after a very long time...<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VlPQIjb1vjg/TvK0P5kiw4I/AAAAAAAAFlI/yAy07mz55og/s1600/05122010046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VlPQIjb1vjg/TvK0P5kiw4I/AAAAAAAAFlI/yAy07mz55og/s640/05122010046.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">No wonder Chinese people are scared to go near this restaurant </div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jiClLYi9Uvg/TvK0XXRHsYI/AAAAAAAAFlQ/vmr4PT5fbe8/s1600/Playing+balls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jiClLYi9Uvg/TvK0XXRHsYI/AAAAAAAAFlQ/vmr4PT5fbe8/s640/Playing+balls.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Check out the third bullet point under 'Attention.'</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2JtMLaYauBo/TvK0ZrGZj3I/AAAAAAAAFlY/lgifvkiGjvQ/s1600/12072011289.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2JtMLaYauBo/TvK0ZrGZj3I/AAAAAAAAFlY/lgifvkiGjvQ/s640/12072011289.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This guy is not just a spelling bee but a spelling bee hive! </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rwiGTt6ZffI/TvK0bjfsB7I/AAAAAAAAFlg/lVjKlb2DveU/s1600/19032011096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rwiGTt6ZffI/TvK0bjfsB7I/AAAAAAAAFlg/lVjKlb2DveU/s640/19032011096.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hey!... Waite a Minuete </div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXFDYnlaWhI/TvK0dMxttUI/AAAAAAAAFlk/Uy_Pwrnurok/s1600/20122011092.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXFDYnlaWhI/TvK0dMxttUI/AAAAAAAAFlk/Uy_Pwrnurok/s640/20122011092.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ok saaar! </div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IkilLWVI7VI/TvK0gcxHfmI/AAAAAAAAFlw/7asM2_0JfRA/s1600/24112011061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IkilLWVI7VI/TvK0gcxHfmI/AAAAAAAAFlw/7asM2_0JfRA/s640/24112011061.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This interview candidate fills up the column meant for the interviewer to fill. The guy mentions the area he lives in under concern areas. Brilliant! </div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kcPK6KEVHeA/TvK0jQujsmI/AAAAAAAAFl4/q5zJnch8udQ/s1600/24112011062.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kcPK6KEVHeA/TvK0jQujsmI/AAAAAAAAFl4/q5zJnch8udQ/s640/24112011062.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This candidate hates his / her current employer so much... </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u-2Y9VTH69s/TvK0oEbJ2RI/AAAAAAAAFmA/5TjudT3dUaU/s1600/24112011063.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u-2Y9VTH69s/TvK0oEbJ2RI/AAAAAAAAFmA/5TjudT3dUaU/s640/24112011063.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Coming together of two great nations! </div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySYs4Lxgz0Y/TvK0qAQy2bI/AAAAAAAAFmI/vsbAXjwgtBk/s1600/24112011064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySYs4Lxgz0Y/TvK0qAQy2bI/AAAAAAAAFmI/vsbAXjwgtBk/s640/24112011064.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Who Leaves Dosa? The one who didn't like it i guess... </div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wFlonvFMUJE/TvK0rS5rt7I/AAAAAAAAFmQ/5yKLU8ZF-g0/s1600/26062011151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wFlonvFMUJE/TvK0rS5rt7I/AAAAAAAAFmQ/5yKLU8ZF-g0/s640/26062011151.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Definitely not meant for Sewag and Gambhir </div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Q1kwJ5zpro/TvK0tOBQ3oI/AAAAAAAAFmY/BK8z-5431VQ/s1600/27112011079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Q1kwJ5zpro/TvK0tOBQ3oI/AAAAAAAAFmY/BK8z-5431VQ/s640/27112011079.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Caret?! </div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-579f6grRYyg/TvK0ufjMdYI/AAAAAAAAFmg/oQQ6CPUWwHk/s1600/28112011080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-579f6grRYyg/TvK0ufjMdYI/AAAAAAAAFmg/oQQ6CPUWwHk/s640/28112011080.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Probably the right candidate if your business is in terrible crisis. </div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iIX_3GhYzTo/TvK0weypUgI/AAAAAAAAFmo/Oopbk1MBLCg/s1600/31122010076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iIX_3GhYzTo/TvK0weypUgI/AAAAAAAAFmo/Oopbk1MBLCg/s640/31122010076.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Is it cheese or cottage or pakoda? </div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Ivq6RSM1lA/TvK0ydy6I7I/AAAAAAAAFmw/q365xq26t9o/s1600/Mountan+dew%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Ivq6RSM1lA/TvK0ydy6I7I/AAAAAAAAFmw/q365xq26t9o/s640/Mountan+dew%2521.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mountan Dew - spelled the same way it is pronounced in Tamil Nadu</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14775167643918745693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393113733831977036.post-61839276488340647092011-11-05T23:28:00.001+05:302011-11-05T23:44:15.599+05:30PJ Time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">While watching KBC, the following question had me puzzled.<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv9m7fi3tFfjAxMr3Wlre7pOPpNEi4aTPAwzFentTUlassfCwChTNtQBAcSCvsOBxzEuvBWax1bUjwAEt8fyL-PCdAZA9x2ubNqImPi_g5zwEyA5Dx-T_NKTtAQumYGLqpfWyZJQbyJ54/s1600/banana.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv9m7fi3tFfjAxMr3Wlre7pOPpNEi4aTPAwzFentTUlassfCwChTNtQBAcSCvsOBxzEuvBWax1bUjwAEt8fyL-PCdAZA9x2ubNqImPi_g5zwEyA5Dx-T_NKTtAQumYGLqpfWyZJQbyJ54/s1600/banana.gif" /></a>Question: Which of the following terms is used to refer to “Bewakoof banana?”</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Until the right answer was revealed, I was wondering why on earth will they call a banana a foolish person. Later did I realize that the question was referring to the hindi banana meaning ‘making’ while I was thinking it was referring to the English banana - the fruit. From then on my friends have given me a new nick name – Bewakoof Banana (in this case banana means the fruit).</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>While serving dinner<br />
Leeni: Aparna made the vegetables.<br />
Vimal: Oh. I Didn't know that you are into farming.<br />
Aparna: Ya I do a lot of farming in Farmville.<br />
Vimal: I don't have a come back for that....<br />
<br />
In a training,<br />
Trainer: What is a scatter diagram?<br />
Vimal: A chart with chicken pox?<br />
Everyone: Ha ha ha....<br />
<br />
Leeni: what is this? You are not giving me a chance to fight only.<br />
Vimal: That's the idea.<br />
Leeni: what is this yaa? Mein shaanthi se lad bhi nahi sakthi.<br />
Vimal: Why do you want to fight with Shanthi?<br />
Leeni. Aye. Nonsense.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj58dtMur572BnLSZq9iL33JPSB4FCjt0NoB-ga-guhK_yFLk3RJbu0iBjy7j_bDLgE2UIVrWXNP8LzPUj8BbGe6_jrzPKrAaWWKB3s06A5ynuH9Gisl0DOPs1ClW79VofUKdmKZEAeSvQ/s1600/raone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj58dtMur572BnLSZq9iL33JPSB4FCjt0NoB-ga-guhK_yFLk3RJbu0iBjy7j_bDLgE2UIVrWXNP8LzPUj8BbGe6_jrzPKrAaWWKB3s06A5ynuH9Gisl0DOPs1ClW79VofUKdmKZEAeSvQ/s320/raone.jpg" width="179px" /></a>After watching the biggest disaster of the year - Ra One.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Leeni: With great difficulty we got these guys to watch a Sharukh Khan movie in the theatre, now after this nobody will come for a Sharukh Khan movie ever again.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Amith: I know.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: Hey, I will come again for a Shahrukh Khan movie.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Leeni: But we are talking about nobody naa Vimal and you are not nobody na Vimal.</div>Vimal: Well, actually I'm nobody for somebody.<br />
Leeni: But I am not somebody naa Vimal.<br />
Vimal: Ok. I give up.<br />
<br />
Vimal: Hey, which car is that? Oh its an Optra.<br />
Amith: Why?<br />
Vimal: It looks odd with that spoiler.<br />
Amith: Put one more spoiler and then it'll look even!<br />
Vimal:?!?!?!?!?<br />
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<br />
Leeni was walking up to the elevator.<br />
Vimal: Take the stairs Leeni.<br />
Leeni: Take it where? And put it in your head is it?<br />
Vimal: Oh God.<br />
<br />
Chai: That cooker is making a funny sound.<br />
Leeni: Is it? Why are you not laughing then?<br />
Chai: oh God Leeni, you too.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ8BQTnMPkKMc-u_q502GQrOtwhsUPi2fO8Wi_867OmSJYQAlRLPKMufQDIk5lbcBSWSaVf9ep561ejTxOXQ8sPnCo3LBOOmE4Fj88D5mizkQhWChxitLDFvJPbIYsgWefPLqh_LoGgcQ/s1600/blumin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ8BQTnMPkKMc-u_q502GQrOtwhsUPi2fO8Wi_867OmSJYQAlRLPKMufQDIk5lbcBSWSaVf9ep561ejTxOXQ8sPnCo3LBOOmE4Fj88D5mizkQhWChxitLDFvJPbIYsgWefPLqh_LoGgcQ/s1600/blumin.jpg" /></a>Vimal: Hey Chai, you keep using this word blumin all the time - blumin current is gone, blumin lift is not working, etc. What does it mean?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Chai: shut up Vimal.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: oh ok ok I know what it means, it means a fish that is blue in color.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Chai: What!?!?!?</div>Vimal: Blue Meen macha, put together becomes blumin right?<br />
Chai: How do people put up with you man?<br />
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Russel: oh Shit, I left my lipguard in the car.<br />
Amith: Rich people macha.<br />
Vimal: What?!?!?<br />
Amith: ya macha normally people keep bodyguard but this guy has a guard for his lip also.<br />
Vimal: he he he....<br />
<br />
Vimal: Good news for Shopping enthusiasts – Phoenix Shopping mall is opening tomorrow.<br />
Jayanthi: Why not today?<br />
Vimal: Because I told them I won’t be able to make it for the ribbon cutting due to security concerns.<br />
Jayanthi: LOL. What security concerns?<br />
Vimal: The security guards in the mall have some problem with me and won’t let me in. That’s the security concern.<br />
Jayanthi: Ha ha.<br />
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While fixing a mechanical defect in the car,<br />
Amith: This nut needs to be full tight maga.<br />
Vimal: Just pour half a bottle of vodka on it,<br />
Amith: What will that do?<br />
Vimal: The nut will get drunk and become full tight macha.<br />
Amith: dai!<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNPG6IecLlkxxFwHMkgh3-o3DY1uKjbESH7RPt9JQ6QZ9zhHiJTIBvX96IL213K4AePb0_9_Pf_GxdlzVfJPJ33zMs9hoavsAL5kRbKdi_jmLLqfDw7ZEmzKyG6ODPHkxAHwnYIC6oV48/s1600/nutcase.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNPG6IecLlkxxFwHMkgh3-o3DY1uKjbESH7RPt9JQ6QZ9zhHiJTIBvX96IL213K4AePb0_9_Pf_GxdlzVfJPJ33zMs9hoavsAL5kRbKdi_jmLLqfDw7ZEmzKyG6ODPHkxAHwnYIC6oV48/s1600/nutcase.jpg" /></a>Another friend joins us while we were still working through the mechanical defect.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Russel: how many nuts did I give you?</div>Vimal: 4 and an extra nut just arrived.<br />
Russel: ha ha.<br />
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A few minutes later this friend left and while he was leaving,<br />
Vimal: Macha, are you sure you don't need the extra nut? Coz its just leaving.<br />
Friend: Ay bugger.<br />
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On the way back home after fixing the mechanical defect.<br />
Vimal: I think I'll pack my stuff about 15 - 20 mins before we leave. What do you say?<br />
Amith: Anything macha, anyways you won't take much time to pack. You are well organised.<br />
Vimal: you really think so?<br />
Amith: I don't know, I'm just being cautious as you still have the hammer in your hand.<br />
Vimal: ha ha ha<br />
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While watching 'My Name is Khan' on TV, Amith who was about to get married the following weekend, says, ''My Name is Kumar and I'm not a bachelor.'<br />
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Vimal: Oh Dear Lord! <br />
Leeni: Tell me.<br />
Vimal: ?!?!?!?!?<br />
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Jayanthi: Are you crazy?<br />
Vimal: No I am Vimal.<br />
Jayanthi: PJ.<br />
Vimal: Poor Joke?<br />
Jayanthi: No. Poor Jayanthi.<br />
Vimal: he he he.<br />
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Vimal: See you. Enjoy your trip to Mysore.<br />
Jayanthi: I may go.<br />
Vimal: You are going in October, not May. And before you say it – PJ.<br />
Jayanthi: Daiiii<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY6lwzewkxqCpHcCQvDTyRGJmifad5Z1TK2or-vo-X7x6Xw0_xDtBQhBRyx-t_t31cNZ0KcNqSQgdtzz_TLtNsrlPRhltMO3rfbXcRD9QFIlTvXmzt9hf5XotgjQTL2VavdK38cyyvU4w/s1600/kamal_hassan_8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200px" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY6lwzewkxqCpHcCQvDTyRGJmifad5Z1TK2or-vo-X7x6Xw0_xDtBQhBRyx-t_t31cNZ0KcNqSQgdtzz_TLtNsrlPRhltMO3rfbXcRD9QFIlTvXmzt9hf5XotgjQTL2VavdK38cyyvU4w/s200/kamal_hassan_8.jpg" width="145px" /></a>After we reached Hassan.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: Do you know what a lotus is called in this place?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Russel, Leeni & Amith: What?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: Kamal Hassan.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Russel, Leeni & Amith: Dai.</div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Leeni: We won’t wake up until 11, 11:30 tomorrow.</div>Vimal: But leg mother will come earlier than that?<br />
Leeni: What leg mother?<br />
Vimal: Our maid Kalamma (Kal – leg, Amma – mother)<br />
Leeni & Russel: Ha Ha Ha….<br />
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Vimal: Nice place, can we stop by here on the way back and roam around?<br />
Amith: Dude, why just roam around, you can paris around also.<br />
Vimal: ?!?!?!?!<br />
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Vimal: I think we all need to call our moms and say 'Hi.'<br />
Everyone in the car: Why?<br />
Vimal: We just went past a Thai airways hoarding which said, "Say hi to Thai."<br />
Everyone in the car: Oh God VIMAL!!!!<br />
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Vimal: Hey can we call Uttam Sagar and ask for door delivery?<br />
Leeni: But we don't need doors Vimal, we need food.<br />
Vimal: ?!?!?!?<br />
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At a tollgate on the way to Tumkur.<br />
Amith: Macha let's buy the daily pass.<br />
Vimal: Why you are buying a daily pass macha, we are not going to come here daily.<br />
Amith: No V (meaning Vimal) will come here daily. Now that we have bought the daily pass you will have to ensure you come here daily.<br />
Vimal: ?!?!?!?!<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ZAsf6utrfra0ZP9jwWMoIJdWQvaB65UJFGI1ztv4U68_aM2DJWENikFBb3yF89BVK44EOepAc8aI1PrCan1Ewx9t7xO1qdAcMw6msDF_xfYamgDjgzA6GexMGoQrw92trSni-w7X_qI/s1600/frogg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200px" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ZAsf6utrfra0ZP9jwWMoIJdWQvaB65UJFGI1ztv4U68_aM2DJWENikFBb3yF89BVK44EOepAc8aI1PrCan1Ewx9t7xO1qdAcMw6msDF_xfYamgDjgzA6GexMGoQrw92trSni-w7X_qI/s200/frogg.jpg" width="200px" /></a>While sitting out in the balcony on a rainy day.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: I wonder if these frogs keep making this sound the whole night.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Russel: There are so many out there, I thought frogs are in the verge of extinction.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: Is it?</div>Russel: Ya I was seeing some documentary on Nat Geo and they were saying frogs have been listed as endangered species and are in the verge of becoming extinct.<br />
Vimal: Hmmm. Must be because of Indians only.<br />
Russel: How?<br />
Vimal: Indians produce so many kids each year. And year after year more kids go to school and dissect frogs in the labs.<br />
Russel: Ha ha ha...<br />
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Amith: I know why you have this undying sprit macha.<br />
Vimal: Why?<br />
Amith: Because you can't dye naa and that's why you have the undying spirit.<br />
Vimal: ?!?!?!?<br />
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Vimal: I am thinking...<br />
Leeni: Thinking is Tax free naa that's why you keep thinking so much macha. If they have to tax people for thinking imagine the amount of tax you'll pay for your PJs.<br />
Amith: I know every month he'll be complaining he didn't get any salary due to tax deductions. They will even levy luxuary tax for his PJs.<br />
Leeni: No macha, they will levy health tax so that government can treat all the people who are affected because of his PJs.<br />
Vimal: Oh Dear Lord.<br />
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Vimal: What macha you are confused about the colors huh. I'll go tell everybody that you are colorblind.<br />
Amith: Please go ahead, I'll tell everybody that you are an eastman color.<br />
Vimal: ?!?!?!?<br />
<br />
Amith: Dude, are you pissed?<br />
Vimal: No. Why do you ask?<br />
Amith: Nothing there is a toilet here that's why I asked.<br />
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Chidu: Find out howmany people are coming from your office.<br />
Amith: Let me look up my contacts group called IBM and see.<br />
Chidu: You have a contact group for your office contacts!?!?!?<br />
Vimal: Oh macha he is heights of organisation. I wont be surprised if he has groups called IBM D Block ground floor, IBM D block 1st floor, etc.<br />
Amith & Chidu: Ha ha ha...<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">(Note: Images in this article are randomly picked from the world wide web.)</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14775167643918745693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393113733831977036.post-79718883404983385522011-10-23T13:13:00.000+05:302011-10-23T13:13:32.641+05:30What is ABC<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Driving! A passion for some and a pain in the ass for some. What's it for me? Well I will know that once I've learnt how to drive. Driving is one of the skills that I hadn't acquired until now and one fine day I just decided to go and acquire it. So I ended up in Maruti Driving School. Learning to Drive in Maruti Driving School is fun, here are some funny encounters I've had qwith my instructors. <br />
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After one has completed the theory classes, one will need to start with Simulation and Practicals. But before that, there is demo session that one needs to attend. What happens in this demo session, one of the instructors will show you the car - the controls, the safety features, the hood, what one needs to know about the car to be able to drive and maintain and the dos & dons.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">So in my demo session I got this instructor who I believe always wanted to be right. We got in the car, he was sitting in the driver's seat and I was in the passenger seat. He sarted asking me questions, starting with the foot control.</div>Instructor: What are the foot controls?<br />
Me: ABC.<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9tDezDI_LAhDobvYni3GhL1Cr1u09uYQS6GqXKoIhEcIsTTKWhXbMCVWrTA6VRcbSvbHi2qkIGXivtYaTqp-dimMzPd5q4eRKBF-opXhoLYRqun-94RvTV80Txvtzi9f1rVaqV7QF2wc/s1600/05_M3_PedalSet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9tDezDI_LAhDobvYni3GhL1Cr1u09uYQS6GqXKoIhEcIsTTKWhXbMCVWrTA6VRcbSvbHi2qkIGXivtYaTqp-dimMzPd5q4eRKBF-opXhoLYRqun-94RvTV80Txvtzi9f1rVaqV7QF2wc/s1600/05_M3_PedalSet.jpg" /></a>Instructor: What is ABC?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Me: Its Accelerator, Break and Clutch.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Instructor: Good. Now what is the accelerator used for?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Me: It is used to increase the speed of the vehicle.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Instructor: Wrong. Accelerator is used to send power to the engine.</div>Me: Ok.<br />
Instructor: Now what is the Break used for?<br />
Me: To stop the vehicle?<br />
Instructor: NO. Break is used to slow down and then stop the vehicle.<br />
Me: Ok Fine.<br />
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I figured out by then that this guy expects us to memorise the definitions taught in our theory classes and recite the same when he asks us questions. I know the technical answer to the next question already so I was just waiting for him to jjust ask the question.<br />
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Instructor: What is the clutch used for?<br />
Me: A clutch is used to disengage power from the engine! (I was almost certain that he whont have anything to comment on that)<br />
Instructor: NO. Clutch is used to change gears.<br />
Me: ______ Ok. <br />
Man I was baffled by his never give up attitude.<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8tioz3oF0W3PQV_rY-OphiQSchckIrxJ8oAG4XIuv_vzpmeLB7B3zSsVxK0ChMcaTFN3-tEBj09dX86p22I8UJTd8tcrRW9LJU245GjQ6A5RsCO-nK0_59jrHtit4yyNawZJV6cl2M1c/s1600/000045753361.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="182px" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8tioz3oF0W3PQV_rY-OphiQSchckIrxJ8oAG4XIuv_vzpmeLB7B3zSsVxK0ChMcaTFN3-tEBj09dX86p22I8UJTd8tcrRW9LJU245GjQ6A5RsCO-nK0_59jrHtit4yyNawZJV6cl2M1c/s200/000045753361.jpg" width="200px" /></a>A little while later we were on the streets driving around and this guy was giving me instructions as I drove around. At one point I used the horn and the instructor told me that I hadn't honked enough. Then he followed it up with a question, "What is a horn used for?" 'Here we go again' I said to myself as I cleared my thorat to answer his question, "A Horn is used to alert other people or vehicles on the road." The instructor did not confirm if my answer was right or wrong but gave an answer himself. I think it was a rhetorical question, anyways here is the reason why you honk according to my instructor,</div>"You honk for two reasons. One is to say Hi and one is to say OYE."<br />
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Being a polite young man, I waited till I got home and laughed about it.... :-D</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14775167643918745693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393113733831977036.post-2475145062476972662011-10-22T00:28:00.001+05:302011-10-22T23:34:22.062+05:30Flat Tyre at the Pit Stop<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">(A Short Story)<br />
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It’s been a hectic week at work, with each day getting worse than the other. We were at the brink of concluding one of the massive projects ever attempted in the country in the recent times. No one has tried something of this magnitude with such aggressive time lines before. This project will boost my resume such that I can just walk into any organisation and print my own appointment letter! <br />
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I have been on marathon meetings the whole day and I was desperate for a smoke and a cup of tea. My frustration level went up when I got to know that I’d left my cigarette pack at home that day. It was in the least of my intentions and interests to be seen in office after working non stop for 14 hours especially considering that I started work at 4AM, which is very unusual.<br />
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I wasted no time in leaving my floor but just when I got closer to my car at the basement, I was apprehended by a colleague for about 15 minutes. This dude was thanking me for roping him into this project and what a great learning experience it was blah blah blah. I artificially simulated certain body languages to subtly tell him that he is chewing my brains / wasting my time but I don’t think he caught any of it. I even tried yawning a couple of times but it was of no use, those 15 minutes felt like fifteen years! So just when the sixteenth year started, I told him I’m, getting late and could wait no longer, I finally fled!<br />
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There is this chai shop on my way home where I’ve made quite a few pit stops in the past, mostly for cigarettes and tea. Like Naseeruddin Shah says in ‘A Wednesday’ there are some people you don’t know by name but just by a Hi & a Hello, that’s the kind of relationship I share with this guy who runs this chai shop. <br />
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I was put through a series of ‘tests of patience’ from signal to signal, as if crawling inch by inch in one of the most powerful cars in the country wasn’t a punishment enough. At the speed at which the traffic was moving, one could update their Facebook status message at least 5 times between each signal. Talking of Facebook, I pulled out my blackberry to kill some time. While I was waiting for the traffic lights to turn green, I managed to sign 3 petitions for green peace, one for BT Brinjal, one opposing the Dharma Port project in Orissa and one against the nuclear liability bill.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcIEXwyhE7WW3rvxytAlbl0LzcPEtlo_FV_I7aGifJqDLt-AzFIEP7xtk4AigzM_lUs9vfS0p_Jh5h7iuczep91SfamPB7K9edbV129R47w9LPM5IDKQn8WM6bio4kU1eXRfCC0kegi_E/s1600/Chaya.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcIEXwyhE7WW3rvxytAlbl0LzcPEtlo_FV_I7aGifJqDLt-AzFIEP7xtk4AigzM_lUs9vfS0p_Jh5h7iuczep91SfamPB7K9edbV129R47w9LPM5IDKQn8WM6bio4kU1eXRfCC0kegi_E/s320/Chaya.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div>Finally I got to the pit stop, got myself a 20s pack kings and a cup of chai, man it felt so great. The guy at the chai shop just started making hot bajjis and vadas that tempted me to stay back and grab a few bites. Well considering how hungry I was I would actually need to have kilo bites and mega bites! I also thought I’ll get the puncture done on my spare wheel that I have been putting off for months now. While the guy at the chai shop was busy making bajjis and vadas, I walked across the road to this mechanic shop to get the guy to come over and fix my spare wheel.<br />
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The guy at the mechanic shop looked pretty decent and knowledgeable, must have done a diploma in automobile engineering I guess. After listening to me patiently, he smiled and said he’ll send his boy in a couple of minutes to get the spare wheel from my car. His shop looked pretty well equipped and clean. As I walked back to the tea stall, ordered my snacks and went over to my car to open the boot and have it ready, I saw this small kid emerge out of the mechanic shop. <br />
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He must be about 10 – 12 years of age and was holding a long spanner in one hand that made him look like a cricketer walking out of the dugout with a mongoose bat. He wore a Chennai Super Kings T-Shirt and from the Reebok branding on the t-shirt one could easily conclude that it was picked up from a roadside seller. There were a few glimpses of bright yellow still visible in the grease tainted t-shirt. The kid carefully crossed the road and came over to my car; he appeared weak, probably malnourished. It looked like the black thread he’d tied on his right arm gave him more strength than the meal he gets to eat everyday.<br />
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The Kid greeted me with a smile just like the owner of the mechanic shop, I said to my self “reflection of the manager!” He peeped into my car’s boot and tried to pull the spare wheel out and I must say it was bit of a struggle for him. Presuming it’s too heavy for him, I helped him out with getting the wheel out of the boot. He rolled the wheel back to the shop and started working on it along with his boss. <br />
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By then my snack was ready, as I munched through the bhajjis and vada I was watching the kid and his boss fix my wheel. The kid first looked for any nails on the tyre, removed all the small stones stuck to the tyre and skilfully opened the tyre and started working on the puncture. It looked like the kid was very well trained and is a professional at what he did. While he was at it, a motorist stopped by and asked the kid to help with tightening the breaks. The kid helped the motorist with a smile and did not take money for what he did. I could see that the kid and his boss were exchanging a few laughs as they worked through the puncture, looks like that kid has been working there for quite some time. I was wondering why that guy would employ a kid in his mechanic shop. I mean the guy looked pretty decent and educated, doesn’t he know that child labour is illegal? I was now curious to find out if that kid actually works there or if he is the owner’s relative who helps him out in between school.<br />
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In a few minutes, the kid was back with my spare wheel, as we were putting the wheel back into the boot, I started a conversation with him in the local language,<br />
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“Do you work here?”<br />
“________”<br />
“You don’t go to school?”<br />
“________”<br />
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The kid just put my wheel back in the boot, did not look me in the eye and walked back straight into his shop without uttering a word to me or to his boss. He sat beside his boss and started working on an old car battery. The guy at the chai shop then told me that the kid works there and he does not go to school. <br />
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I walked over to the kid’s boss and paid him for the puncture; I then reached out to the kid and gave him 50 bucks. To my astonishment the kid refused to take the money, I tried telling him that I liked his work that’s why I’m tipping him but he bluntly asked me to pay his boss if that was the case. <br />
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As I walked back to my car, I was feeling bad for the kid. Such a nice kid – honest and hardworking, I thought he definitely deserves better things in life. I’m sure if we put this guy in school, he will do a fabulous job. I don’t know why I felt that way but sometimes you get that hunch when you look at people and that turns out to be so damn right later. Wanting to do something for this kid, I was trying really hard to remember the child help line number, I remember seeing those numbers put up inside town buses during my collage days but darn I can’t remember it now. <br />
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I thought it would be better if I simply called the cops than trusting my memory, I made the call. A little later did I realise that I could’ve looked up the Child Helpline number on Google, sometimes my thought process is so old fashioned. Nevertheless, I’ve called the cops and I was sure they will inform the child relief authorities. I was just thinking, these are the kids who grow up as illiterates and evolve into extremists or terrorists.<br />
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The person I spoke to, took details of the location, description of the shop, owner, kid and my discussion with the kid. He asked me to wait there till the cops arrived, so I ordered for some more snacks and waited. The cops where there in less than 15 minutes, I was impressed! They walked straight to the mechanic shop and in no time the owner and the kid were in the back of the jeep.<br />
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One of the cops pulled out his cell phone, dialled some number and started looking around as he waited for the number to get connected. Assuming he was looking for me, I walked up to the cop. As I got closer to him my phone rang, the cop called out my name upon seeing me and I confirmed that it was me who made that phone call. The cop thanked me and was about to take leave but I held him back for a small Q & A session.<br />
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I asked the cop, what’s next and the cop confirmed that they will do an enquiry with the boss and the kid and based on their responses they will take the necessary action. I asked him if they are going to refer the kid to child relief or something, the cop said in some cases yes, but it depends on how the enquiry goes. He told me that generally they take such kids back to their homes, counsel their parents and probably watch over that kid for a few days. In either case they will inform me on what happened. I thanked the cop and got back to crawling between signals. <br />
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Work continued to be hectic, a week passed by and I haven’t heard from the cop yet, nor did I try to find out what happened. I did not have any case number and I hadn’t saved that cop’s phone number as well. All I knew was that cop’s name was Rajashekar, pretty common name for a cop! I thought I should call up 100 once I get home that night and see if they can provide me any details.<br />
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The day was tiring enough, more so because I forgot to have lunch again. I left office a bit early and went over to my pit stop. It took me 30 minutes to get to the chai shop, with a total driving time of 5 minutes and a total ‘signal wait time’ of 25 minutes. After I got my cigarettes and chai, I asked the chai shop owner if he knows what happened to the kid. The guy said he was not sure what happened to the kid but the owner of the mechanic shop came back couple of hours after the cops took him that evening. I was certain that the mechanic bribed the cops and got out.<br />
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I shouldn’t have called the cops, the guy who should be punished got away easily and now no news of the kid. I was upset, I started to wonder what kind of society we live in, how irresponsible and selfish people can be, so on and so forth. While I sat there and wondered what I should do next, I heard a loud noise followed by my car’s auto cop siren. I turned around and realised that the noise came from my windscreen when it cracked. I saw that kid who used to work in the mechanic shop running towards my car from behind a tree. As he ran past my car, he scratched the car from head to tail on one side with a stone and fled. <br />
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I was furious, I tried to help that stupid kid and he smashes my car!? The kid ran so fast that I did not have anytime to react but just stare at the cracked windscreen and the scratch. Suddenly the chai shop’s occupancy went up with more bums on benches. All sitting with a glass of chai and wondering what happened to my car. Some of them were reacting as if it was their car; I actually checked the license plate, just to be sure. <br />
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It was already quarter past six and I wasn’t sure if the service station was still open and if they could fix the windscreen the same day. I was already having a tough time and the last person I wanted to face came over and stood beside me – the mechanic! I did feel a bit awkward and a bit scared but thought its better I break the ice with this guy. So I told him,<br />
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“Sorry about what happened the other day; I didn’t mean to get you in trouble but was simply worried about the kid.”<br />
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“It’s ok Sir. It wasn’t a big problem for me either. 50 bucks I paid the cop and he let me go in a couple of hours. I know you are wondering why that kid will smash your car when all you did was to help the kid”<br />
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“Yes! Absolutely, why doesn’t the kid see what I’m trying to do for him?”<br />
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“Its simple, his family was having 3 three meals a day till the time this kid was working in my mechanic shed. After the cops got involved, I can’t employ this kid anymore, nor can the kid be seen working anywhere else – the cops are watching us. Now the kid’s family only gets to eat two meals a day. You are thinking of the future but the kid and his family need to live for the day. If his parents had to start funding this kid’s education how are they going to feed the family? I hope you now understand the kid’s anger.”<br />
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“_______.”<br />
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I walked back to my car without saying a word; I did not have an answer to the mechanic’s question nor did I have a solution to the kid’s problem. For the first time in my life I felt ashamed of the same thing that I felt proud of a week ago. Life teaches us lessons the hard way; I just wished it did not teach me a lesson at the cost of someone else’s livelihood. I was clear in my mind that I will work on providing a sensible contribution from now on, I don’t know how yet, but I will. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14775167643918745693noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393113733831977036.post-5790420259212219132011-10-20T11:30:00.001+05:302011-10-20T11:32:20.975+05:30Mein Kahan Hoon???<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121">August 5th 20011, it was one of those routine fridays when I had the least of intentions to work and was looking forward for the weekend. Work started off slow and lousy like everyother week day and some time</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121">around mid day Murphy's Law came into effect! </div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGrGp076IktW-QfyBlcrB71AzWLbheVC2Zie2aQCG7bI2cVWEAlZS4BhGqNvbxFp6Hpl2RJ-7wGVQlTqIiEbvyZSpt72azAFvqx9bvRhNHwuxIFNqXiqecyURQU-MovOsQWSoDhrSuTl4/s1600/A_Colorful_Cartoon_Exhausted_Woman_After_a_Long_Day_At_Work_Royalty_Free_Clipart_Picture_100608-004111-073053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGrGp076IktW-QfyBlcrB71AzWLbheVC2Zie2aQCG7bI2cVWEAlZS4BhGqNvbxFp6Hpl2RJ-7wGVQlTqIiEbvyZSpt72azAFvqx9bvRhNHwuxIFNqXiqecyURQU-MovOsQWSoDhrSuTl4/s1600/A_Colorful_Cartoon_Exhausted_Woman_After_a_Long_Day_At_Work_Royalty_Free_Clipart_Picture_100608-004111-073053.jpg" /></a></div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Just when I was looking forward to leave office on time and get started with the weekend we came to know of a screw up that had to be rectified the same day. The Math told us that it would take us an entire day to clear it and that we will need to come in to work on saturday. Though I did not have any plans for the weekend, the thought of having to work on saturday was terrifying. We decided not to come in to work on saturday, instead stay back friday night however long it takes and finish off the work.</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121">This means I will miss my friday evening routine, What is mr friday routine? I go back home and catch up with my best friends. (I have 3 best friends - Russel, Leeni & Amith and my life revolves around them). Its still better than not being able to catch up with them the whole of saturday. Leeni & I work at the same place, I walked up to her desk and told her that I may end up working on saturday. She also recommended that I stick to plan B and finish off the work by stretching on friday night. She said she has made some plans for Saturday late in the morning for the 4 of us and did not want me to come to work.</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121">Without wasting any further time, I got back to work with the team. As we progressed through the evening, we started to see light at the end of the tunnel as the system speed dramatically improved post business hours. In the next few minutes that light turned out to be an approaching train - the servers crashed.</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121">While we waited for the systems to come back up we were aimlessly wandering around in the world wide web trying to find the developers of the application that just crashed. At regular intervals I was in touch with my</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121">best friends giving them an update on whats going on and sharing my frustration over the application's performance. </div><div class="separator" closure_uid_r5dwu7="121" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNzcqFDVNFhfdnVx3Jbk2_0_UnLTch2eRSaPMUNSDPg0_Ws6p1IGsZqjS6KlVtGxa1SXFN8gMcmQMW4hbANMw-6nkJRj-A1SxoFT4TXFOD9sdhPlsdiVo3cP8WsD8WH3FEGyM8E9BQWFo/s1600/coffeeday.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNzcqFDVNFhfdnVx3Jbk2_0_UnLTch2eRSaPMUNSDPg0_Ws6p1IGsZqjS6KlVtGxa1SXFN8gMcmQMW4hbANMw-6nkJRj-A1SxoFT4TXFOD9sdhPlsdiVo3cP8WsD8WH3FEGyM8E9BQWFo/s320/coffeeday.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121">At around 12 midnight Leeni called me up and said they are going to sleep, but Amith will stay awake. She told me to wake them up what ever time I return and that we will drive down to Maddur. All four of us love long drives and when we don't get an opportunity to go on a weekend getaway at regular intervals, we drive down to Maddur or BIA (Bangalore International Airport) sit in coffee day for sometime and drive back. These drives have always been fun.</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121">Though the systems came back, the system speed was way too frustrating for us to tolerate. At around 3AM we gave up and decided to call it a day. The guys from my team said they will come in later in the day on saturday and complete the workload.</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121">Too tired and lazy to ride back home, I called Amith. He came over to pick me up, once we reached home we woke Russel & Leeni up and we all decided to meet up in about 30 mins. Leeni just told me that there is a surprise for all of us and that we need to wear shoes as there is some trecking involved. Without asking any further questionns, I went up to my apartment, took a shower, got ready and came down to Russel's place. </div><div class="separator" closure_uid_r5dwu7="121" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6bJSm1VxK2tHndmcSq2RR1539wlul2fKexlQHE0Gw2aMAcnKhE3DwYdQS_UAxlg9BMKFfUyCRD11Z9dmb17J9ddaMIXnP4DSHpFPXBsETB8QfqAYw3Vml2SnqE5NAX8-xbOv-94UA1uM/s1600/skandagiri_morning.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6bJSm1VxK2tHndmcSq2RR1539wlul2fKexlQHE0Gw2aMAcnKhE3DwYdQS_UAxlg9BMKFfUyCRD11Z9dmb17J9ddaMIXnP4DSHpFPXBsETB8QfqAYw3Vml2SnqE5NAX8-xbOv-94UA1uM/s320/skandagiri_morning.jpg" width="213px" /></a></div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121">Leeni has been talking about to going on a trek to Skandagiri for quite sometime, and I was starting to think that is where she was taking us. We left home at around 4 AM, headed towards Maddur or Skamdagiri or God knows where else. Since I hadn't had any sleep I dozzed off on the way and when I woke up after a short nap we were still on the road and hey the route we were on didn't look familiar. I was almost certain that the plan was for us to go to Skandagiri for an early morning trek to see the sunrise. Thanks to me we now won't be able to see the sunrise as we were already late. I asked Russel if that is where we are going and he said he is not sure either as Leeni has not mentioned much about where we are headed but has just been giving directions. I now started pestering Leeni asking if it was Skandagiri and finally she fell prey for my nagging and confirmed Skandagiti is where we are headed. She also thanked me for spoiling the fun with my spoiler alert.</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121"><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW1oqpBsHgK9HNDSg_EJ7z-OOPg8RpEcnANFLuIN-_MPX0GghBdm7Eh8-bTpZgNx7wNlPqky0UU4tzlSXPKPwc0s94SrzqJuHqbNqQ3l3kXzWEIDx2f5_Dk-23KRCfwb9k0LsXJdrwyZs/s1600/lost_593675.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="155px" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW1oqpBsHgK9HNDSg_EJ7z-OOPg8RpEcnANFLuIN-_MPX0GghBdm7Eh8-bTpZgNx7wNlPqky0UU4tzlSXPKPwc0s94SrzqJuHqbNqQ3l3kXzWEIDx2f5_Dk-23KRCfwb9k0LsXJdrwyZs/s200/lost_593675.jpg" width="200px" /></a></div>A few minutes post day break Russel pulled over and stopped by a Petrol Station to fill fuel and there was a coffee day just besides the petrol station. After filling fuel we parked the car and got into coffee day for some snacks and coffee. I asked Leeni if she got her camera and she said she forgot. It would have been nice if she'd got her camera because from what I've heard the view from the top (skandagiri) is amazing. But then I remembered that Amith had just bought a new Samsung Galaxy S2 which had an amazing 8 megapixed HD camera so I thought we are still ok.</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121"> </div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121">As we completed our pit stop and got back on the highway Russel said, "I still have no clue where we are going and I'm sure Leeni and Vimal have planned this together." Still convincecd that we are headed to Skandagiri, I was looking forward for the trek. We continued to drive and drive and drive.... I was looking all around and for some strange reason I cannot see any indications of any hilly area in the vicinity. I started getting suspicious about where we are headed and went back the drawing board again - in my mind. </div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121"><br />
</div><div class="separator" closure_uid_r5dwu7="121" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3_ZnOhjpX_L3iTzFSzzgB3oZMvGEuVS7Bc8WeJglUElMDLjsPk6zEIkAro_VYNykFIg6a7khxxqSQ3gAl4f3WV_0lc4eoPiyC19OR1Ug5du2G4bEetkNt9UXrjTdIj-MTz6mTSIfLIuQ/s1600/bsnl-mobile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="198px" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3_ZnOhjpX_L3iTzFSzzgB3oZMvGEuVS7Bc8WeJglUElMDLjsPk6zEIkAro_VYNykFIg6a7khxxqSQ3gAl4f3WV_0lc4eoPiyC19OR1Ug5du2G4bEetkNt9UXrjTdIj-MTz6mTSIfLIuQ/s200/bsnl-mobile.jpg" width="200px" /></a></div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121">I launched Google Maps on my phone to find out where we are and in which direction we are headed. BSNL mobile has a great reputation of not being available and or of giving some wierd errors messages on connectivity when you need it the most and they lived up to their reputation this time as well. Still as confused as I was when we left home, I told my friends, "I'm starting to think that you guys are taking me on a long trip. I don't have any clothes to change so it will be nice if you guys can stop at the next town so that I can buy some clothes for myself." As no one seemed to take my comment seriously we resorted back to our normal long drive conversations.</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121"><br />
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</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121">We continued to drive and drive and drive..... Suddenly out of the blue, Leeni pulled out her camera and handed it over to me, she said "Here. Take." This was the same camera that she said she had forgotten to bring along. It was at that moment, I started to freak out. I said, "Oh freak. Leeni you said you forgot to bring the camera a while ago and now you are pulling it out of nowhere. I won't be surprised if you guys are taking me on a weekend trip. And I wont be surprised if all your bags are packed and kept in the boot and I am the only one with out any clothes to change for the entire trip." No one said anything in return but just had a smirk on their faces.</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121">I got off my seat, turned over to the boot and I saw some quilts lying there (these were the quilts Russel has been telling he needs to drop at the drycleaner). As I moved the Quilts to one side I saw three bags!!!! </div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWkKLpzL0QqqzPB_HuANk4G40coW6qcD8wter4W25cmptM5J83HEVdYTqzBSANyhqawtFYnw8SUCIQylKeHDBLzOxeYRNlVM5NCYfQypyts4szte1_k5O8H8-NMpgXD5dRgQ0vJdyj42I/s1600/2011-08-06+09.31.01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWkKLpzL0QqqzPB_HuANk4G40coW6qcD8wter4W25cmptM5J83HEVdYTqzBSANyhqawtFYnw8SUCIQylKeHDBLzOxeYRNlVM5NCYfQypyts4szte1_k5O8H8-NMpgXD5dRgQ0vJdyj42I/s320/2011-08-06+09.31.01.jpg" width="320px" /></a>"OH FREAK. OH FREAK. WHAT IS HAPPENING? OH FREAK. Where are we going? Where are you guys taking me? FREAK" as I was freaking out Russel, Leeni and Amith were laughing their guts out (of course even I was laughing). As the laughter in the car slowly reduced, Amith and Leeni handed over some print outs to me in which there were some route maps! I could see Mangalore, Sakleshpur, etc in these maps and finally I realised that these guys have booked a homestay in Sakleshpur for the Friendship Day weekend and have been planning this surprise trip for me for more than a week!</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121"><br />
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</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121">The night before we left, Lenni had gone up to my apartment, told my parents about the plan, packed my stuff and put it in the car. She'd done such a good job with packing my stuff that I never fell short of anything. The surprise was way too good and I just couldn't stop smiling and laughing, in fact we all were smiling and laughing all the way to Sakleshpur and the whole trip turned out to be that way. I can't remember when was the last time I laughed and smiled so much.</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121">The home stay these guys had booked was amazing and the place where went to turned out to be an excellent weekend getaway spot. Similar to the other trips we have been on, we took the Safari 4x4 on an offroading spree, climbed mountains, crossed rivers, took pictures, ate good food, relaxed, played games, pulled each others legs, got drenched in the rain, parked the safari in the middle of a stream & washed it, had a camp fire, almost got stuck in a spookey place & got back, laughed like crazy, celebrated and had loads & loads of fun. I don't think we would've had so much fun even as kids. What an amazing trip it turned out to be and this is the best vacation I have ever been on so far. Kudos to my dear firends for pulling this off! I can't stop smiling everytime I think of this trip :-) :-) :-)</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121"><br />
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</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121">Like I always say, I have been blessed with these three great friends and the best phase of my life so far has been and is the time I've been with these guys. I never have to tell them how I felt or what I wanted, they know it without me having to say it and they will ensure I get what I want without me having to ask for it.</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121">If I could borrow Peter Parker's words from the first Spiderman movie and change it a bit, it would go like.</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121">"Whatever life holds in store for me, I will never forget these words: With great friends comes great things in life. This is my gift, my blessing. Who am I? I'm Russel, Leeni & Amith's best friend."</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121">Note: If you are not so familiar with the above mentioned words from the Spiderman movie, here is the original version.</div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121">Whatever life holds in store for me, I will never forget these words: "With great power comes great responsibility." This is my gift, my curse. Who am I? I'm Spider-man. </div><div closure_uid_r5dwu7="121"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" closure_uid_r5dwu7="121" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(Note: The images & Photos in the first half of this article have been randomly picked from the internet.)</span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14775167643918745693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393113733831977036.post-64346910219791273122011-10-06T10:18:00.000+05:302011-10-06T10:18:35.179+05:30There is something in the Air!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Steve Jobs one of the greatest visionaries who steered Apple from the verge of collapse to a brand that redefined computing, media and entertainment way beyond our times. <br />
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The man who redefined computing, the man who gave us the iPod, the man who gave us the thinnest laptop in the world (which still remains unbeaten for 3+ years), the man who gave the world the greatest animation movies of all times (like Toy Story), the man who gave the world the best computer operating system, the man who made apple get back up on its feet and stand tall ever since his re-entry - is no more. The news of his demise has came across as a shock, I have never felt so bad in a long time.<br />
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His retirement in August, though it was expected came across as a shocker, we even saw a surge in the NSE owing to his retirement. And the news of his demise shortly after his retirement is more than what we can handle. <br />
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Steve Jobs is one leader that I have admired the most, more so after reading the book "Inside Steve's Brain." I still remember the day he lauched the Mac Book Air, his phrase "There is something in the air" is probably one of the best phrases ever in a Product Launch. I don't think we've had a CEO of his caliber in the past and never will. Like the products he launched, Steve Jobs was a leader who was always way ahead of times that others could not even think about catching up.<br />
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There are many aspects that cry out loud as to why Steve Jobs is such a great leader, his letter of resignation is one such,<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: blue;">"To the Apple Board of Directors and the Apple Community: </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: blue;">I have always said if there ever came a day when I could no longer meet my duties and expectations as Apple's CEO, I would be the first to let you know. Unfortunately, that day has come. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: blue;">I hereby resign as CEO of Apple. I would like to serve, if the Board sees fit, as Chairman of the Board, director and Apple employee. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: blue;">As far as my successor goes, I strongly recommend that we execute our succession plan and name Tim Cook as CEO of Apple. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: blue;">I believe Apple's brightest and most innovative days are ahead of it. And I look forward to watching and contributing to its success in a new role. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: blue;">I have made some of the best friends of my life at Apple, and I thank you all for the many years of being able to work alongside you."</span> <br />
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His life as a whole is an inspiring and fascinating tale. His greatness cannot be confined to just one blog post. He continues to live on in our hearts.... <br />
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May his soul rest in peace, we'll miss you Steve.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14775167643918745693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393113733831977036.post-90665010782382820162011-09-15T01:54:00.001+05:302011-09-15T01:56:45.599+05:30PJ Time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR_9_wOmxASacNoAVAkGnIYqde_kWJK1IXE0dxwDD4qaHKifcjjw4yI8jzh3GsJcXmVcU6OsrhZdDDoQC-k2xHsCui61PyOGYop_O6SVHBJj4I30xUFZoSl2Iqz0blpp_1fn3OfmRM4fw/s1600/Sakleshpur+Aug+2011+%252839%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR_9_wOmxASacNoAVAkGnIYqde_kWJK1IXE0dxwDD4qaHKifcjjw4yI8jzh3GsJcXmVcU6OsrhZdDDoQC-k2xHsCui61PyOGYop_O6SVHBJj4I30xUFZoSl2Iqz0blpp_1fn3OfmRM4fw/s320/Sakleshpur+Aug+2011+%252839%2529.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">On seeing a well,</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: Hey is this a wishing well?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Russel: Yes you can sit here and keep wishing Good Morning, Good Afternoon....</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: ?!?!?!?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Leeni: This guy was an expat in Poland.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: Sorry who spat on me?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Renzil: Your Ex Spat on you.</div>Everyone: Ha ha ha<br />
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Vimal: If you guys keep pulling my leg I'll commit suicide.<br />
Leeni: Don't give us false hopes like this Vimal.<br />
Vimal: ?!?!?!?!?!?<br />
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Vimal: I Know Salsa, Jive and Salsa & Jive.<br />
Leeni What is salsa & jive?<br />
Vimal: salsa & jive is when I confuse between the two and mix up the steps.<br />
Leeni: Ha ha ha....<br />
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Chai: A while ago I gave an interview in Dell, but they couldn't affort me.<br />
Vimal: Hmm....<br />
Chai: The CTC offered was not that great.<br />
Vimal: Oh you were talking about the CTC is it?<br />
Chai: Hey Monkey.<br />
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Herby: Bugger number port from BSNL to airtel na, your phone is forever not reachable.<br />
Vimal: No Herby I have full signal, see here. (showing the signal strength in mobile display).<br />
Herby: That's a wallpaper.<br />
Vimal:?!?!?!!?<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-owkXZqFntskOzQ2G8QFtBjYSncOI9_OTXBzT05bLo3dFwbIChrgDilFG7Wb5Uobtaw2VeutPK7kHblmlA-jAy-n6M8Ed2vZlpo9DUCZQRBsWJyd1SURV2MYAncjEF697O46BL1g-pOY/s1600/honest_woodcutter.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-owkXZqFntskOzQ2G8QFtBjYSncOI9_OTXBzT05bLo3dFwbIChrgDilFG7Wb5Uobtaw2VeutPK7kHblmlA-jAy-n6M8Ed2vZlpo9DUCZQRBsWJyd1SURV2MYAncjEF697O46BL1g-pOY/s1600/honest_woodcutter.gif" /></a>Colleague: You got a new laptop?! How?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: Well, I was sitting by the river and working and my old laptop slipped and fell in the river. Then a godess came from inside the river with a macbook and asked if its mine, I said no. then she came back with a Dell Latitude, I said its not mine, then finally she came back with my HP Laptop and I confirmed its mine. As a token of appreciation for my honesty she gave me all three laptops and today I got the Dell Latitude to work.</div>Colleague: Oh God. forget it.<br />
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Colleague: Your error log says "Human Error?"<br />
Vimal: Ya, it means its an error that this guy is a human thats why he keeps making the same mistake again and again.<br />
Colleague: Ha ha ha....<br />
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Herby: We are going to Bhagini now, you want to join?<br />
Vimal: You are going to Bhagini now? How come?<br />
Herby: We checked in the calendar and looks like now is an auspicious time that's why.<br />
Vimal: ?!?!?!?<br />
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Amith:; Shut Up.<br />
Vimal: Why are you talking to yourself looking at me?<br />
Leeni: Good One.<br />
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Vimal: Do you know what an e-mail attachment is?<br />
Colleague: What?<br />
Vimal: When you grow fond of an email and become attached to it, its called email attachment.<br />
Colleague: he he he...<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: What time you said you are coming home?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Amith: I don't know.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: Interesting. How do i check for I don't know time in my watch? I can see only 1 to 12.</div><br />
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Here is an old incident I happened to remember. Once i'd gone to church street with my friend (in my bike) as my friend wanted to buy a mobile phone. A few yards after you enter church street (from Brigade Road) there used to be a mobile shop. As we didn't find any good deals there, we thought we'd go someplace else and checkout some deals. Without realising that Church Street was a oneway, we drove back into Brigrade Road. Just as we entered Brigade Rode, a cop appeared infront of us from nowhere similar to how God used to appear in indian movies in the 90's.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsh36BaYC8VpBEM8CyzOF5d61A7RLKGkLSJ0-YzUILjj6XK-J0DphUiJNhqUIFgTrvVUQ1SQe7h_wFiRJala04ddCyaSrZ-YiH7zsgkKh06X-xPvyTeUhCjqXO9DfdsJ21HzKiWa9UCDs/s1600/Corrupt_Traffic_Cop_Cartoon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsh36BaYC8VpBEM8CyzOF5d61A7RLKGkLSJ0-YzUILjj6XK-J0DphUiJNhqUIFgTrvVUQ1SQe7h_wFiRJala04ddCyaSrZ-YiH7zsgkKh06X-xPvyTeUhCjqXO9DfdsJ21HzKiWa9UCDs/s1600/Corrupt_Traffic_Cop_Cartoon.jpg" style="cursor: move;" unselectable="on" /></a></div>The cop spoke to us in Kannada, he said that we have come in the wrong side on a one way street and we have to pay a fine. Both of us did not much of kannada then (even now its the same case, but thats a different thing) so we spoke to the cop in english. We told him that we've driven in the wrong side for only about 10 meters and that he should pardon us and let us go. I don't think the cop liked our argument and we realised that the cop wanted to give it back to us propertly and that too in english!<br />
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He took us to the side, turned around and asked,<br />
"I headache. OK. one table, ten tablet - headache headache?"<br />
while we were still wondering what the hell just came out of his mouth, the cop came to the point,<br />
"Same way 10 meters or 10,000 meters, offence is offence."<br />
We wanted to laugh but in the best interests of keeping our chances of succeeding in our negotiations with the cop, we controlled our emotions. And as people strongly bound by the Indian Culture, we bribed the cop and got away.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">(Note: Pictures in this article have been randomly picked from the world wide web via google.)</span><img height="96px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw3N9vjRxwL05pjTvEjJKi1lSZhT-lSAITOfQVxGsIWP6ZO5q86K4TEVb2MUm8Rl7wTak6u3tR-6g8qb-C-ZLu2qbnz3DOjPDMmuveP0XN5gm8xHBvLZC__g5s2qWGk2ZQFTOuxNLBGiE/s320/22-54-181125441565.jpg" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 606px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 1290px; visibility: hidden;" width="37px" /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14775167643918745693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393113733831977036.post-45620581050363949662011-08-27T03:17:00.000+05:302011-08-27T03:17:31.710+05:30Brilliant Ads!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div closure_uid_e9w57r="121"><div closure_uid_j3pr3a="115"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Best viewed on the blog </span><a href="http://vipages.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://vipages.blogspot.com</span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;">)</span><br />
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<div closure_uid_a7aisg="148">A while ago I'd put up an article on horrible & stupid television advertisements and its high time I shared some of the brilliant TV ads of all time. A very good ad makes the viewers watch it completely (probably multiple times), drive the message across and most important of all make people remember the product. Some ads even go beyond that and create such a good impact on the viewers that phrases or the songs from the ad is used by people in their day to day lives. For Example: The "Hamara Bajaj" song, the dilogues from Woodwards gripe water, etc. </div></div></div><div closure_uid_e9w57r="121" closure_uid_j3pr3a="116"><br />
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Bajaj Pulsar:<br />
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<div closure_uid_e9w57r="128">The Bajaj Pulsar involving dramatised stunts that hit the screens is by far the best 2 wheeler advertisement we've seen. The starts with a disclaimer and then goes on to portray a stunning display of some breathtaking stunts performed using the highest selling two wheeler in India. The background score is mild yet aggressive and simply brilliant! The visual and the audio together makes pulser look like the most desierable two wheeler! </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/wBqpQySKwcI?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<div closure_uid_e9w57r="129">No other advertisement has managed to capture a day in India so well. The ad brilliantly captures, the chaos in a crowded traffic junction, the guys trying to play cricket amidst the chaos and different people coming toghther to play cricket. They've even managed to use a statue from that junction to relate to cricket. Simply Brilliant! The music gives a rustic feel to the whole ad and brings a smile in the viewers face. The highlight of the ad is when the screen freezes with a bowler in the air and Nike's phrase "Just Do It" appears with the tick mark logo. No other ad has managed to capture the essense of a brand like this one. Worth watching many a times!</div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/Mpvuz8gg79Q?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />
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<div closure_uid_2eej09="105">Pepsi Helicopter Shot:</div><div closure_uid_2eej09="105"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_2eej09="105"><div closure_uid_23xh4="137">This is one of the best off the innovative ads Pepsi has made off late. Its amazing how they managed to link that one legendary shot of Dhoni's to something else. Though it is not related to the brand directly, it sure will make you laugh the first time you see it. And for an ad that does not relate directly to the brand like the others in this list the brand still does make an impression with the viewers! The other similar Pepsi ads with other crickets some how does not impress.</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/Hkg4w92fAmo?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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Tata Safari:</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
This is another brilliant ad that makes the product make a striking impression. The music that plays when the vechile apprears on screen makes the presentation stunning. The expression on the animals faces and the appearance of the Safari on the screen is so well orchrestrated that you could not ask for a better projection of the brand and the product. The ad captures the essence of Tata Safari and conveys the message loud and clear that the Safari is an all terrain conquerer. </div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/aVZ2asa6lPU?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />
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Vodafone Number Porting:<br />
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This is a very good ad of Vodafone promoting the number porting facility. No words spoken and yet this ad features the most simple yet effective portrayal of the number porting facility. This ad clicked becuase you can easily relate to this ad - what you see here is something you might have experienced in your own life. The selection of the cast is also good and the ad does drive some amount of adoration.<br />
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<div closure_uid_j3pr3a="118">Another brillinat Ad campaign of Vodafone is the Ad series featuring one of the most adorable on screen characters the "ZooZoo." These ads are the coming together of amazing creativity, a very good sense of humour and brilliant advertising. Each one of the ZooZoo ads are a class apart and never fails to communicate the features that the ad is set out to advertise. The best of all is the one which features the ZooZoo as a superhero promoting the launch of the Vodafone 3G services. </div><div closure_uid_j3pr3a="118"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/yzLK9W4FGS8?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div closure_uid_j3pr3a="118"><br />
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Samsung 3D LED TV<br />
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<div closure_uid_4mfqil="125">This is by far the best Television ad for a Television ever! The new 3D LED TVs of Samsung takes tv viewing experience to an all new level - that's the messsage Samsung had to convey to the viewers and the message comes out loud and clear in this ad. <br />
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<div closure_uid_a7aisg="149">The ad starts with a soothing music where the 3D LED TVs are installed in public places and what follows is simply breathtaking! The visuals shown through the television are either life like or better than 'life like.' This ad helps project this product of Samsung as one of the most desirable products you would want to possess.</div></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_j3pr3a="222" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/thhNNKQv1EM?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br />
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<div closure_uid_a7aisg="150">This is another brilliant ad from Samsung for their Smart TV. The ad displays an array of stunning visuals (that you see through the Smart TV) and brilliant music. The Smart TV can connect to the internet and bring the whole universe in your television screen, which is exactly what the ad shows you in a striking yet suttle way. The 3D LED and the Smart TV ads of Samsung are two of the most innovative ad campaigns in recent times.</div></div><div align="left" closure_uid_j3pr3a="223"><br />
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<div closure_uid_a7aisg="151">This ad takes you back to your childhood, reminds you of those fun moments you would've had in the various rides you would've enjoyed as a kid (like the swing, shopping cart ride, etc). The ad brings back the feeling and so does the Honda Jazz addording to the ad. The way the vehicle makes an appearance in the ad is also quite impressive and the music just gets grander when the vehicle comes in. You see the Jazz coming in, in reverse and effortlessly does a 180 degrees drift in motion, quite similar to the other rides they show in the ad.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/ASILzAGesnE?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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Tata Motors is one of the brands that makes some really good ads time and again. Some of their ads are humourous and help create a long lasting impression on the viewers for its brand. Here are two of those ads that sell on humour. The new Tata Manza ad and the old Tata Indica ad.<br />
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Dairy Milk:<br />
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There is one brand that has been consistently making "feel good" and brilliant ads for years now - Cadbury's DairyMilk. Two of their ad campaigns that stand out are the one where the girl barges into the cricket field and starts dancing to celebrate and the one where they show a family having dinner together.<br />
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One more aspect that really stands out in DairlyMilk ads is their selection of actors/models. They are so real and you can relate to the actors/modes in the ad. They look like people you come across in your daily life or even people in your family or fiends circle. Besides a brillint selection of cast the ads also shows simple things from our day to day life that brings joy & happiness - one of the reasons why their ads are 'feel good' ads.<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">These are some of the brilliant ads that have created a long lasting impression, however this is not the end of the list, there are a lot more good ad campaigns that have stood out from the rest all these years. I will share those in the upcoming edtions. </div><img height="77px" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/video_object.png" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 101px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 1228px; visibility: hidden;" width="96px" /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14775167643918745693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393113733831977036.post-55250927300496304942011-08-15T12:57:00.001+05:302011-08-15T13:01:27.979+05:30Independence Day?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrZF0Q2MLD3se5bbAnhOUjcKDdAW0qOgCtvYczNwxglHlAwQKKIHZpbE5QzhZ6Xo_m9GaTVS7SCAO0ZzbYal2EUw_CwBBoQgQinuOTDyhnpV3aVF01XJTLfoGXi0pakMGBUaV_P4mQc_k/s1600/MANJUL160809pol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="205" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrZF0Q2MLD3se5bbAnhOUjcKDdAW0qOgCtvYczNwxglHlAwQKKIHZpbE5QzhZ6Xo_m9GaTVS7SCAO0ZzbYal2EUw_CwBBoQgQinuOTDyhnpV3aVF01XJTLfoGXi0pakMGBUaV_P4mQc_k/s320/MANJUL160809pol.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
</div><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124">August 15th 1947, India becomes an independent nation.</div><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124">August 15th 2011, India is still feeling proud about getting Independence 64 years ago.</div><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124">Since morning I've been receiving text messages wishing me a happy independence day and that people are proud to be indians, patriotism is in the air, etc. I just have one thing to tell you all. "Wake Up" people. Its been 64 years since India got Independence and for how long more will we feel proud about the same thing and keep saying we are proud to be Indians, partiotism is in the air, etc. You don't need an Independence Day to feel patriotic or feel proud about your country. How come we don't see any of us saying these things on days other than August 15th of January 26th?</div><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124"><div closure_uid_a84ik2="128">Independence Day, </div></div><ul><li><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAukHx97tk7BSYVTMg-pA_3u30KwwLj_HAgIorFVF3uEqFL7p5ViNPcO1IYb2DZII1bkPKIT9m9t3ZXYnN8__rsX1V8zUMhGL7L_-IXiF7B2MtjnGMYOBHgs3rZAQL548ntN9zLhxv7hA/s1600/celebrate.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="287" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAukHx97tk7BSYVTMg-pA_3u30KwwLj_HAgIorFVF3uEqFL7p5ViNPcO1IYb2DZII1bkPKIT9m9t3ZXYnN8__rsX1V8zUMhGL7L_-IXiF7B2MtjnGMYOBHgs3rZAQL548ntN9zLhxv7hA/s320/celebrate.gif" width="320" /></a>Is not about sitting at home and watching Gandhi or Roja in National Television or any of the other special programs that are telecasted in almost all the channels.</div></div></li>
<li><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Is not about buying new stuff because all the stores are giving discounts.</div></div></li>
<li><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Is not about sending text messages with India Flag or India Map to all the mobile numbers in your contact list.</div></div></li>
<li><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Is not about about participating in a flag hoisting and getting chocolates they distribute after that.</div></div></li>
<li><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Is not about decorating the cubicles and iles in your work place with Indian flag.</div></div></li>
<li><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124"><div closure_uid_a84ik2="247" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Is not about making the Indian flag your facebook profile picture.</div></div></li>
<li><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124">Is not about putting up messages like "Patriotism is in the air," "Feel proud to be an Indian." in your facebook or twitter profiles.</div></li>
<li><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124">Is not about going to a multiplex and watching a movie that released on that day.</div></li>
<li><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124">Is not about setting Vande Mataram song as your ring tone.</div></li>
<li><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124">Is not about wearing ethnic wear to work.</div></li>
</ul><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124">The real independence is when we as a race come together to make this country a better place. In my opinion, there a couple of things this country needs to act on immediately. (There are quite a few fellow Indians who have started to act on the below two but a majority of us are yet to commence)</div><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124">Stop Reporducing:</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXQDHgWvodrVncYrduceXjwHRQYRzR6drSD-4U4YwKVmaiUNm0TnKQTN97qYBg6f16nnYBbnPmvJ43qPGP-5joqKK1k87G7_JeMGTcIJRC01sbnCtbjZ49A-_dCYsSk_N2G5NB57i9yys/s1600/population-growth.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="216" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXQDHgWvodrVncYrduceXjwHRQYRzR6drSD-4U4YwKVmaiUNm0TnKQTN97qYBg6f16nnYBbnPmvJ43qPGP-5joqKK1k87G7_JeMGTcIJRC01sbnCtbjZ49A-_dCYsSk_N2G5NB57i9yys/s320/population-growth.png" width="320" /></a></div><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124">The country is facing a terrible population crisis and we still plan for and feel proud about having 2 to 3 kids when even one kid seems way too much. </div><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124"> - Why do you think we can't keep our cities </div><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124"> clean?</div><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124"><div closure_uid_a84ik2="248"> - Why do you think our public property </div><div closure_uid_a84ik2="248"> can't be maintained in good shape?</div></div><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124"> - Why do you think education, healthcare, </div><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124"> oil, gas and everyother basic necessity is </div><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124"> getting way too expensive day by day? </div><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124">Because all these can remain in control only if the number of people it is being catered to is under control. We as a race seem to reproduce like rabbits and we are just adding more and more people each day making it difficult for us manage all these efficiently. We produce more kids each year and send them to schools and then we sit an complain about the donation we have to pay for the school to build a bigger facility to manage the increased number of children. Most of the problems this country is facing today have had a direct or an indirect impact due the population crisis. We already have enough stomachs to feed and we don't have the infrastructure to address this, how much more difficult do you want this to get?</div><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124">Stop Pollution:</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsj2HKQYJFd360TPi81okEWP0e_KcbhaTmPOkdPam0My6vP8qI55EWQ09t7rUPq1Ev5nTDhFJQ-VWgebfV6i9FEjmowhywg8zTo08MVLSQArr1gkyT-LXB37akBdI7_mOqh1xfYNXAJc0/s1600/pi10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsj2HKQYJFd360TPi81okEWP0e_KcbhaTmPOkdPam0My6vP8qI55EWQ09t7rUPq1Ev5nTDhFJQ-VWgebfV6i9FEjmowhywg8zTo08MVLSQArr1gkyT-LXB37akBdI7_mOqh1xfYNXAJc0/s320/pi10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124"><div closure_uid_y1dm0y="157">The whole world has been crying about the emission levels and the need to bring it under control. We don't seem to listen. More and more people each year results in more and more energy being consumed and we what are we giving back to planet earth in return? more pollution to fight with! </div></div><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124"><div closure_uid_y1dm0y="136">Just step out on the street and take a look at the number of vehicles we have and just take a look at the number of vehicles that emit thick black or white smoke and take a look at the traffic cop who doesn't even care to stop them and enquire. And we just won't stop honking wihile on the road.</div><br />
We go after things that are cheap and end up damaging the environment which will take ages to fix. We still seem to be standing strong with the "I don't care what happens to the world after I am gone" attitude. Our government participates in Climate Change summits only to ensure that we get our attendance recorded. We need to act now, its already too late and how much longer will we wait?</div><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124"><div closure_uid_mgk6gv="124">The real independence is when we as a nation get to gether and work towrds making this a better country. If we don't act today, at the rate we a going, a few years from now we will not have a reason to feel proud about being Indians on August 15th.</div></div><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124"><span closure_uid_1bolcn="296" style="font-size: x-small;">I will be publishing more articles on the above two topics and how we can make a difference in the coming days. Do watch out for this space. Until then please give this some serious thought and action.</span></div><div closure_uid_1bolcn="124"> </div><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(Note: Pictures in this article have been randomly picked from google.)</span><br />
<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXQDHgWvodrVncYrduceXjwHRQYRzR6drSD-4U4YwKVmaiUNm0TnKQTN97qYBg6f16nnYBbnPmvJ43qPGP-5joqKK1k87G7_JeMGTcIJRC01sbnCtbjZ49A-_dCYsSk_N2G5NB57i9yys/s320/population-growth.png" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 146px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 747px; visibility: hidden;" /><img height="86" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAukHx97tk7BSYVTMg-pA_3u30KwwLj_HAgIorFVF3uEqFL7p5ViNPcO1IYb2DZII1bkPKIT9m9t3ZXYnN8__rsX1V8zUMhGL7L_-IXiF7B2MtjnGMYOBHgs3rZAQL548ntN9zLhxv7hA/s320/celebrate.gif" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 521px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 757px; visibility: hidden;" width="96" /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14775167643918745693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393113733831977036.post-50234259160785392432011-08-14T12:01:00.000+05:302011-08-14T12:01:20.907+05:30Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara - Movie Review<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div closure_uid_v4rncd="112"><div class="separator" closure_uid_qwh896="387" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7bZBrJEievSy6OgDhXCuuk5sujzP1zPGeGSZU8Om02Cns26hkUd6DE4oHUWiStRFj8k98gM-rNCZW0aqPziMs-OWebt4ZNDafJ-0oqYuHNx_3a4R3yfPlvPSI9zG7dLxgY2nWAwtcsbk/s1600/ZNMD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7bZBrJEievSy6OgDhXCuuk5sujzP1zPGeGSZU8Om02Cns26hkUd6DE4oHUWiStRFj8k98gM-rNCZW0aqPziMs-OWebt4ZNDafJ-0oqYuHNx_3a4R3yfPlvPSI9zG7dLxgY2nWAwtcsbk/s200/ZNMD.jpg" width="178" /></a></div><div closure_uid_qwh896="113">How often do we come across a movie that is crafted to perfection - every bit of it? How often do we come across a movie that makes us feel so good? How often do we come across a movie that inspires you to change? </div></div><div closure_uid_v4rncd="112"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_v4rncd="112"><div closure_uid_13qyve="114" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara is one such rare occurance in the world of movies! What do you get to see in this movie? Life! Its a story of three friends who go on a road trip through Spain and each one has something in his agenda. The narration is simple, straight forward, witty and brillinat. The movie does not preach on how you should live but makes you realise what you've been missing in life. </div><br />
<div closure_uid_qwh896="122" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_10Oyz74jPpiemnJ5MQ_PuzRDShzvEGjZM5HoaFY_YpH9UB__jafBdgwUTVZEKtPOb9oMTs7f3MBm1UJYtu2z_dcUgBJNm9GOU5nBi2SEn3op59hetJPbCpolkFQWCRXP_Q3pdH86HHc/s1600/ANMD.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="204" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_10Oyz74jPpiemnJ5MQ_PuzRDShzvEGjZM5HoaFY_YpH9UB__jafBdgwUTVZEKtPOb9oMTs7f3MBm1UJYtu2z_dcUgBJNm9GOU5nBi2SEn3op59hetJPbCpolkFQWCRXP_Q3pdH86HHc/s320/ANMD.bmp" width="320" /></a>The starcast is perfect with each actor fitting in so well in their characters, one couldn't have asked for anything better. The performances, brilliant! One actor who steals the show right through the movie is Farhan Akthar, brilliant performance be it acting, singing, dancing or the dilogues he wrote! Katrina, looks ravishing and this is one of her best appearances. Farhan, Abhy, Hrithik, Katrina & Naseeruddin Shah look so natural in their characters that you never get a feeling that you are watching a movie. There is one more very interesting charachter called Bagwathi played by a new face, that one will sure have you in splits </div><div closure_uid_qwh896="122" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">:-D</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_qwh896="120" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The songs and the background score have complemented the movie very well. The songs blend in so well in the movie, so much so that people in the theatre sat and watchched the complete song that appears when the end credits roll. The movie makes you feel good and the background score enriches that experience. Check out for the background score during the sky diving sequence, bliss! Shankar Ehsaan Loy have always made brillinat music for Farhan Akthar and this time they have done it for Zoya Akthar too.</div><div closure_uid_qwh896="120"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_qwh896="120" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCiadMdFycquaHz7j04ku7Muw-8CxNqG1Qo1FnGTaZh9BpGABtn8Ng8-oATai1NGra0cS6vbro86M75VI1SsGHz8eJwcbrQnZ91wnKrnwUYz7g4sy3lGnOiQg80WwMMGSYraTKraxn30M/s1600/zindagi+na+milegi+dobara+wallpaper+desktop+wallpapers+of+upcoming+bollywood+movie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCiadMdFycquaHz7j04ku7Muw-8CxNqG1Qo1FnGTaZh9BpGABtn8Ng8-oATai1NGra0cS6vbro86M75VI1SsGHz8eJwcbrQnZ91wnKrnwUYz7g4sy3lGnOiQg80WwMMGSYraTKraxn30M/s320/zindagi+na+milegi+dobara+wallpaper+desktop+wallpapers+of+upcoming+bollywood+movie.jpg" width="320" /></a>The photography is astounding! The camera work is very well done, probably one of the reasons you don't feel like you are watching a movie. The way the entire skydiving sequence has been covered is brilliant, we've nevver seen anything like this before! Carlos Catalan is the cinematographer, have not done much of mainstream cinema but has his creidts on a lot of short films.</div><div closure_uid_qwh896="120"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_qwh896="120" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The dilogues complements the characterisation, they are witty, well written and very well executed. Kudos to Farhan for the same. Phrases like "Arjun my buoy. Tum the is the uniform mein toh the mental lag rahe ho" and "Because only the Mr the Dubey can the talk like that." are already part of the day to day conversation for most of us. Javed Akthar has done what he is best at! The lyrics and the poems are simply superb.</div><div closure_uid_qwh896="120" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_qwh896="120" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I was not very impressed with Zoya Akthar's first movie Luck by Chance but man what a transformation Zoya has brougnt in since Luck by Chance! She's made this movie so well that it has pushed her brother's (Farhan Akthar's) 'Dil Chahta Hai' to second spot in my list of all time favourite movies. </div><div closure_uid_qwh896="120" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_qwh896="120">In a nut shell, the movie is astoundingly brilliant, refreshing, makes you feel good and gives you an enriching experience. </div><div closure_uid_qwh896="120"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_qwh896="120">You only live once but you can definitely watch this movie howmany ever times you want. </div><div closure_uid_qwh896="120"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_qwh896="120"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Note: Pictures in this article have been randomly picked from google.)</span></div><div closure_uid_qwh896="120"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_qwh896="120" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Songs of Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara:</div><div closure_uid_qwh896="120" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWBMJO7vNwW4MNXF1bVNAWLYdLAr-sZbGfJA2e39Y55eFvyqqF-SjXXhfabqZdgUaBHsnI_hL-3C0A6Z0uRVEyzUGJNmeTzfdDnDg6_XwZY3HqL-XtBzW1_GnpKuSQE76kzYWXiN52Cy8/s1600/zindagi-na-milegi-dobara-movie-stills-photos-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWBMJO7vNwW4MNXF1bVNAWLYdLAr-sZbGfJA2e39Y55eFvyqqF-SjXXhfabqZdgUaBHsnI_hL-3C0A6Z0uRVEyzUGJNmeTzfdDnDg6_XwZY3HqL-XtBzW1_GnpKuSQE76kzYWXiN52Cy8/s200/zindagi-na-milegi-dobara-movie-stills-photos-11.jpg" width="166" /></a>Here is the list of the songs from the movie in the order of my preference.</div><div closure_uid_qwh896="120"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_qwh896="120">Sooraj Ki Baahon Mein</div><div closure_uid_qwh896="120">Dil Dhadakne Do</div><div closure_uid_qwh896="120">Toh Zinda Ho Tum</div><div closure_uid_qwh896="120">Khaabon Ke Parinday</div><div closure_uid_qwh896="120">Der Lagi Lekin</div><div closure_uid_qwh896="120">Senorita - This song is sung by Farhan Akthar, Abhy Deol & Hrithik Roshan themselves.</div><div closure_uid_qwh896="120">Ik Junoon</div></div></div><img height="96" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWBMJO7vNwW4MNXF1bVNAWLYdLAr-sZbGfJA2e39Y55eFvyqqF-SjXXhfabqZdgUaBHsnI_hL-3C0A6Z0uRVEyzUGJNmeTzfdDnDg6_XwZY3HqL-XtBzW1_GnpKuSQE76kzYWXiN52Cy8/s320/zindagi-na-milegi-dobara-movie-stills-photos-11.jpg" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 570px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 1413px; visibility: hidden;" width="79" /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14775167643918745693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393113733831977036.post-77108979351550147522011-07-17T00:17:00.000+05:302011-07-17T00:17:15.771+05:30PJ TimeAfter being away for a long time, I finally got some time and a few PJs to share...<br />
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Vimal: You are taking good photographs.<br />
Leeni: Thank You.<br />
Vimal: Good to know that you are learning something from me.<br />
Leeni: Yes, how not to take Photographs.<br />
Vimal: ?!?!?!<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNwI_Rt4pSG9rlIkM4nDeg0mIU31S2TN2Kaa3IAUwst8ZKi84ubZir5QAnr3BXSL05cXz3fKCsRGHMGgQJZSakLeyleZgfbtVcLHVnnV1W0qPa7-tcqTg34Ij0qqABMspwoJ6M_X53tWg/s1600/Paris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200px" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNwI_Rt4pSG9rlIkM4nDeg0mIU31S2TN2Kaa3IAUwst8ZKi84ubZir5QAnr3BXSL05cXz3fKCsRGHMGgQJZSakLeyleZgfbtVcLHVnnV1W0qPa7-tcqTg34Ij0qqABMspwoJ6M_X53tWg/s200/Paris.jpg" width="158px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: I saw Paris Hilton</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Leeni: Really! where?!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: Then I saw Paris Holiday Inn and Paris Mariott as well</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Leeni: How did I fall for that?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: I haven't eaten anything since morning.</div>Amith: Oh Shoot.<br />
Vimal: I can't, don't have a gun with me.<br />
Amith: He... He... He...<br />
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In Dubai<br />
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Malcolm: This building you see here is a villa that belongs to this Sheikh<br />
Vimal: See macha one shake only he got a villa, imagine if he had to shake 2 - 3 times what all he'll get.<br />
Malcom: Shut up man.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj_H1SwPsE0gMMUzY0vhZQ5stet8gywGc1TOZgppDkW6luH2GQkiRSrjBwwNbCa-r1kvCLANPicWDkv3dDB0ngvcXYMS2dNsh6d_xS_fGu7J3X4F3LBxPlyA712ANPVU5mjEsmDLrH11o/s1600/rsharktale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200px" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj_H1SwPsE0gMMUzY0vhZQ5stet8gywGc1TOZgppDkW6luH2GQkiRSrjBwwNbCa-r1kvCLANPicWDkv3dDB0ngvcXYMS2dNsh6d_xS_fGu7J3X4F3LBxPlyA712ANPVU5mjEsmDLrH11o/s200/rsharktale.jpg" width="128px" /></a>Staring at a huge aquarium that also had a couple of divers besides the the giant fishes. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Russel: What if those sharks eat those guys?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: They wont, all those sharks are vegetarian.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Russel: But what if those guys are also vegetarians?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: ?!?!?!?!?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Malcolm: Leeni, don't be sarcastic.<br />
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Vimal: She cannot be sarcastic.<br />
Malcolm: Why?<br />
Vimal: She can only be Madamcastic.<br />
Malcom: Shut up man.<br />
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Vimal: Do you have space in your shoe rack?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Amith: Space is up above the sky macha.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: ?!?!?!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG0LrclyVCVeId9wbrZYliqgEf7BVPJPT_IlbMrsgv7aeMKWqomVtUAG2WfYfBVI9HgOc507izeiyeE_oJmH59jaU3WtloKqHoZqt-x1K3QqFNpwk194T1NxEOBi1nVnqYxVkGuXQSsYU/s1600/090206_i_said_well_done.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG0LrclyVCVeId9wbrZYliqgEf7BVPJPT_IlbMrsgv7aeMKWqomVtUAG2WfYfBVI9HgOc507izeiyeE_oJmH59jaU3WtloKqHoZqt-x1K3QqFNpwk194T1NxEOBi1nVnqYxVkGuXQSsYU/s320/090206_i_said_well_done.gif" width="320px" /></a>At a Restraunt, </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Amith: What OS does your phone runs on?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Roy: Some Crap OS, at the end of the day its a micromax.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Amith: What is it in the morning?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: Oh Shit. What is it from morning till evening?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Roy: ?!?!?!?!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Roy: I ate stomachfull.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: How was that dish? Tasty?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Roy: ?!?!?!?!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: You'll have to share my rice also.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Amith: Let me first share my own rice.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: ?!?!?!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Russel: Where is Amith?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">VImal: He is in Poland.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Russel: Which Pole end he is in?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: ?!?!?!?</div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: With this new feature in your car, when you lock the door all the widows close by itself is it?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Leeni: Yup, except Microsoft windows all other windows close.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: ?!?!?!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Colleague: He must still be jet lagged.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: He cannot be jet lagged.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Colleague: Why?</div>Vimal: Because he flew Emirates, so he'll have emirates lag.<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Colleague: Oh God!</div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Leeni: That was a very good photograph. Your shots are good.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: Yes he buys his shorts from Hum India.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Leeni: How much is the ticket?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Guy at the counter: One Moment.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Leeni: That all, ok let's pay him 2 moments.<br />
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Vimal: The bus left?<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Leeni: Then what? If you walk 5 times in one frame like Rajini Kanth and come who will wait?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: ?!?!?!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Leeni: I'm Ok</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: I though you are O'Connor</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Russel: That's what the K is for.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14775167643918745693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393113733831977036.post-14107765853384357872011-05-22T04:14:00.000+05:302011-05-22T04:14:27.974+05:30I tell you these Asians...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">They say wherever in the world you go, you are sure to find Indians and Chinese - Obviously India and China are the two most populated countries in the world. Why are we talking about this, well I'm gonna tell you a story of Indo-Chinese connection in Central Europe. This is a true story...<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigXCtneGRAwCtbh9J4dEu4vTBJ6anc8RMJ129Fs2LIxZjlSdRJ4dPsBFJLCIi8jzWMuCsvDwcnjB9sadzOGKEULXQw-TW16F04DBdekiMrmlE5kSbkmTAjvFI_8Ky9e5yivGVWWvJYk0k/s1600/china-india.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="199px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigXCtneGRAwCtbh9J4dEu4vTBJ6anc8RMJ129Fs2LIxZjlSdRJ4dPsBFJLCIi8jzWMuCsvDwcnjB9sadzOGKEULXQw-TW16F04DBdekiMrmlE5kSbkmTAjvFI_8Ky9e5yivGVWWvJYk0k/s200/china-india.jpg" width="200px" /></a>I'm in Krakow, Poland now and I'm staying in this hotel where there are a bunch of Chinese tourists put up as well. They landed as a big group with big suitcases and bags and made big noises wherever they went. It was a saturday morning, I was just about to get out of the hotel and explore Krakow. I stepped out of my room and I saw this big suitcase pushed against the door of the room opposite to my room, I then realised that this opposite room's door is wide open and the big suitcase was the door stopper!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">It was a few nano seconds I would've had my eyes on the suitcase and the door and just when I was about shut my door I heard a woman scream "NO!!!!" I looked up in the direction where the "NO!!!!" came from and I saw this Chinese woman sitting in the opposite room on a chair. While I was still wondering what was going on, that woman said "NO!!!!" a couple of more times and slowly walked towards the door as she yelled a few more "NO!!!!"s. I think her decibel was increasing with every "NO!!!!" she screamt. </div><br />
For a minute I thought ay be she is telling me not to close my door, may be someone had detonated my door and it will explode the moment I close it. While I was wondering what I should do next, this lady walked u to the door, slowly pulled the big suitcase inside her room and closed the door. <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">"Unbelievable. I tell you these Asians," I said to myself as I nodded my head in disbelief.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">For a moment I was wondering "why did she do that!?" But then I thought may be the last time she saw a brown man was when he ran away with her suitcase.... :-D </div><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(Note: Pictures in this article have been randomly picked from the internet via google.)</span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14775167643918745693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393113733831977036.post-88683464436855217642011-05-10T00:02:00.001+05:302011-05-10T00:07:02.766+05:30PJ Time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Amith: What's the difference between a well and a borewell?<br />
VImal: A borewell is a tenured well that is bored of doing the same job over and over again.<br />
Amith: he.. he.. he.. good one.<br />
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Friend (reading a signboard on a highway): Don't mix drink and drive.<br />
Vimal: Ya mix drink with soda.<br />
Friend: ?!?!?!?!?<br />
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Vimal: Hey Russel did you see that board over there?<br />
Russel: No what does it say?<br />
Vimal: It says plot for sale.<br />
Russel: OK plot it and sell it.<br />
Vimal: ?!?!?!?!?!?<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Leeni: Obviously, if women were working there would be no need to caution anybody.</div><br />
Colleague: I can never get a brain fever because there is no brain in my head, its empty. he.. he.. he..<br />
Vimal: Dude don't say that loud, the admin guys will put up 2 cubicles in your head then.<br />
Colleague: ?!?!?!?!?!?<br />
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Leeni: Sewag's hit 100 in 30 odd balls, what an innings.<br />
Russel: Obviously if you drop him twice that is what will heppen.<br />
Unni: He was dropped twice?!?!?! How<br />
Vimal: They dropped him once when he hit it close to the boundry.<br />
Unni: Yes when did they drop him the second time?<br />
Vimal: Then they showed the action replay and again they dropped him.<br />
Unni: ?!?!?!?!?!<br />
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Colleague: Hey for a minute I saw that guy and thought he was Karthik</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: Which Karthik?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Colleague: Karthik Gangadharan.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: Why will you think that guy is Karthik?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Colleague: He was short.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: Hey comeon ya, don't be so mean. This guy is taller!</div><br />
Colleague: I bought a bottle of wine in Frankfurt and not sure if I actually want it.<br />
Vimal: Big deal, you're return journey is again via Frankfurt so return the wine when you go back and you will get more money in return.<br />
Colleague: How?<br />
Vimal: Well the wine will be a month older than it was when you bought it.<br />
Colleague: ?!?!?!?!?<br />
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While negotiation on a night tour in Dubai,<br />
Tour Agent: Do you have the local currency to pay?<br />
Vimal: Well I've got two options to make a payment - credit card or kidney.<br />
Tour Agent: ?!?!?!?!?<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVdg7Y2-RgwCJmSmVVRY57VNQw_t_F4RwY2X2wtdJ9Tr9zu11Dq954hMSHyZ7ILU834axbq5McCDD_uGJPQ1hEsgPE0moq8W0o6XUV9O7BffvUfdfrEJLs3K3ZGZotYdFbhAqbsoY5kLY/s1600/brain_frying_md_wht.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVdg7Y2-RgwCJmSmVVRY57VNQw_t_F4RwY2X2wtdJ9Tr9zu11Dq954hMSHyZ7ILU834axbq5McCDD_uGJPQ1hEsgPE0moq8W0o6XUV9O7BffvUfdfrEJLs3K3ZGZotYdFbhAqbsoY5kLY/s1600/brain_frying_md_wht.gif" /></a>At empire after i had ordered for my Beja Fry, Amith asked for Aloo Jeera and the waiter said they don't have it.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: I'll ask him to bring Aloo and Jeera seperately, you'll eat it together?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Amith: Why don't you have beja and fry separately? Oh sorry forgot, since you don't have brain you'll one get fry.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vimal: ?!?!?!?!?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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Vimal: Hey that's an oxymoron.<br />
Amith: No No you are a moron.<br />
Vimal: ?!?!?!?<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Note: Pictures in this article have been randomly picked from google.)</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14775167643918745693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393113733831977036.post-40770751982323817662011-05-01T02:21:00.000+05:302011-05-01T02:22:05.925+05:30A Generation’s Gap<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Each generation has always found it difficult to convince their previous generation why they do what they do. In the last 2 -3 decades the way things have transformed in India has only added to this complication. One of the things that have been a challenge for our generation is telling people what we do for a living. Here are a couple of instances I’ve come across or know of…</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I recently met one of my relatives who was curious to know what I did for a living, and here’s how it went…..</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Relative: So where do you work you said?</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Vimal: I work for Tesco</span></div></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Relative: Oh, is it a Tata Company?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Vimal: Well no, it is a common misconception, Tesco is actually an MNC in itself, but in a way you are right we do have tie up with the Tatas in India.</span><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Relative: So what do you do in Telco?</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTUT7bhS5mwZUEqAJX5w6mCnH4xuA5GWKo4YugxxCf9PKFT55VZg_B7YAZ85fqlwZx7Tn_ic2vnTkRc1z_inUokiunej0eQl5k1fifW8Lp8mnZ-206AbCI3UdxhL1VY67XPa5nkjk7ODQ/s1600/VBK06-CH03-03_STORE_K_6932f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="285px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTUT7bhS5mwZUEqAJX5w6mCnH4xuA5GWKo4YugxxCf9PKFT55VZg_B7YAZ85fqlwZx7Tn_ic2vnTkRc1z_inUokiunej0eQl5k1fifW8Lp8mnZ-206AbCI3UdxhL1VY67XPa5nkjk7ODQ/s320/VBK06-CH03-03_STORE_K_6932f.jpg" width="320px" /></span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Vimal: Well its not Telco, its Tesco. I work in the Project Management Office, we manage…</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Relative: Aiyaiyooo I am asking where you work and what you do and you are telling something something and all…. Do you really work some where or you are just fooling around.</span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Vimal: Ok, I work for Tesco which is the world’s third largest retailer.</span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Relative: What is that?</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Vimal: It’s a UK based retailer, we sell a wide range of products, like all under one roof types. Something like Big Ba…</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Relative: I am not understanding anything you are saying. Hehehehe…. I think you are trying to hide something. </span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Vimal: Ok, fine. Let me tell you the truth I work for a Provision store.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Relative: Ah-ha…. No wonder I see you in shorts most of the time.</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I started my work life at a call centre at the entry level. I have a friend called Vidhya who also started off at the same call centre probably about 3 – 4 months before I did. She is from Ooty and moved to Bangalore when she got the job at this call centre. After she kind of settled down in Bangalore she went back to her home town on a short vacation. One of the many people who asked her what she did in Bangalore was her granny, and this is how the conversation went.... </span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIiF1gCUL02OtvbzgGGgq3aWmmyE9TgIIYYkOjylrKGhIruvTTm1bNDEmDmOKsmxRnBZEGCDEY5DZBE8uO-PgV6tmP_LBqydxvRHOmJppSvO2wr33AEAcCMeglNX3aHP0kInEtmbZQOGE/s1600/telephone_booth.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIiF1gCUL02OtvbzgGGgq3aWmmyE9TgIIYYkOjylrKGhIruvTTm1bNDEmDmOKsmxRnBZEGCDEY5DZBE8uO-PgV6tmP_LBqydxvRHOmJppSvO2wr33AEAcCMeglNX3aHP0kInEtmbZQOGE/s320/telephone_booth.gif" width="161px" /></a><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"></span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Granny: So where do you work in Bangalore?</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Vidhya: I work for this company called MsourcE, its a call center.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Granny: Call Center? What is a call center?</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Vidhya: Basically people n America call us asking for some information about their account and we provide information. </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Granny: Oh ok. Understood.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">A little later some more relatives came over to Vidhya's granny's place.</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Relatives: We heard you got a job in Bangalore?</span><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Vidhya: Yes.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Relatives: Very good, what do you do?</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Granny: Some Americans have a telephone booth in Bangalore and she works there!</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Relatives: Oh. Ok. </span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14775167643918745693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393113733831977036.post-75368471433141614082011-03-25T23:48:00.000+05:302011-05-01T02:26:00.256+05:30PJ Time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Just 3 for now, will come back with more though<br />
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While driving down to the airport,<br />
Amith: Hey we've got to slow down a bot because the interceptor will be there and we could get caught.<br />
Vimal: Once I was on my way to the airport in my bike. That time they'd erased the speed limits on two of the three lanes and the only speed limit that was left unerased was the 80 kmph one. I was above 80 and suddenly I saw a cop dancing in the middle of the road. He was signalling me to pull over to the side. For a moment I thought I'll get down and argue about the speed limits being erased but considering my command over Kannada I thought I'd better not stop. So I kind of slowed down and the cop thought I'm pulling over but then as I got closer to him, I moved away and took off.<br />
Russel: So what did the cop say then?<br />
Vimal: Well I was so fast that the cops only saw a flash of lightening go past... zoom. Then I heard the cops scream 'Look, its a bird, no its a plane.'<br />
Amith: And finally the cops concluded, 'look It's an Idiot.'<br />
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While leaving the airport,<br />
Vimal: Why do we have to pay for parking here, they should have a system wherein if you show the airticket, they should not charge you for parking.<br />
Leeni: Then they'll only let you park aeroplanes in the parking naa.<br />
Vimal: Ok, I should keep my mouth shut.<br />
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Vimal was on the phone and was trying to clear some doubts, so he asks his friends in the car.<br />
Vimal: Hey Robin Hood, was a fictional character or did he actually exist for real?<br />
Friends: He was real.<br />
Vimal: (gets back on the phone): He was there for real.<br />
Amith: And he was there for tropicana as well....<br />
Vimal: ?!?!?!?!?</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14775167643918745693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393113733831977036.post-23045266601096454122011-03-25T23:06:00.001+05:302011-05-01T02:26:00.256+05:30The Addiction<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Addiction, something that mankind has been blessed with and cursed with. There is one such addiction that has swept the world over in recent times. Why am I so concerned? Well, I’m a victim of this addiction. No no no no don’t get me wrong, I’m a victim because of other’s addiction. <br />
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My Name is James; I am a social outcast as I’m one of those few people who haven't given into this addiction yet. The dirty stares people give me and the ridiculous questions people ask me when they hear I’m not part of this was such a torture. One fine day an array of things happened that pushed me to the corner, let me tell you what happend that day.<br />
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It was a national holiday, my dad was at home. I was just about to leave when he came over to talk to me, <br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUzcMwUIhH6cKTU3I5yGjMRtv1RM31PYiU36FbTj6GCL7oDM1WHbDfmoyBV-pMgKAwvmsKCDT0vCX4-OHyzJdZl15ObsKAm0-ShnLLqQEhLEOmdPeWdsTkGn10OfDqHqvN1SCd6OHy1vo/s1600/106%252520poke-thumb-240x240-92869.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUzcMwUIhH6cKTU3I5yGjMRtv1RM31PYiU36FbTj6GCL7oDM1WHbDfmoyBV-pMgKAwvmsKCDT0vCX4-OHyzJdZl15ObsKAm0-ShnLLqQEhLEOmdPeWdsTkGn10OfDqHqvN1SCd6OHy1vo/s200/106%252520poke-thumb-240x240-92869.png" width="200" /></a>“Son. Is everything all right?”</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">“Yes Dad, why do you ask?”</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">“Well your mom and I have been talking to you about this for more than 2 years now and we are really getting worried. Your mom and I feel that there is something wrong with you. In spite of all the conversations we’ve had in the past things haven’t improved."</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">“Like what?!”</div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">“Like What?! Son, we have a computer and an internet connection at home for more than 5 years now and you still don’t have a Facebook profile. We have spoken….”</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">“Dad, no not again.”</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">“Son, you mom and I have been extremely patient all this while. We thought you’ll change with time but you haven’t. We can’t let you go on like this, I need to know today. Are you going to create a Facebook profile for yourself or not?</div>“No Dad.”<br />
“Son. Are you on drugs?”<br />
“NO. aaah, don’t be ridiculous.” just then my mom came over to the living room.<br />
<br />
“Mom, no it would be better if you didn’t join this discussion.”<br />
“Son, I’m sorry if your dad has been a bit stubborn on you but all this is because we are worried about you, we care for you. We can tolerate if you are on drugs or if you are in and out of the police station but not having a Facebook profile is something that is worrying us. Just imagine the kind of things people say to us when we go for weddings and other gatherings. People even say that there is something wrong in our upbringing that’s why you are like this.”<br />
“Like what, why don’t you both give me a brea….”<br />
“Son, Uncle Sam, one of your dad’s close friends is a Psychiatrist and he is willing to counsel you. Since today is a holiday, why don’t you go over and meet him. May be he can help you.” <br />
“I can’t take this anymore. I’m going out, I won’t be back until late in the night. Good Bye.”<br />
“Son, wait.” <br />
<br />
Both mom and dad were upset with my behaviour and I won’t be surprised if they use a tranquiliser the next time around and take me to Uncle Sam for counselling. My brother says, every time this has happened, my dad gets into mafia wars and my mom destroys her farm and then scribbles on some wall. I have no idea what that is.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghfECl2JhUfOlp-9GeGhDK6dLYc27k88XbUSxAEdTrLk2dJhx-an8s5vU2kJlxG7qTkej_bmJoEoL_X4fKJzSExlfl5KRF9LzROHjpqnnvJqE7FaBiFEchkVN875iQ-dFffBKfLE-tYSE/s1600/19-582-1-gameBig_farmville.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="244" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghfECl2JhUfOlp-9GeGhDK6dLYc27k88XbUSxAEdTrLk2dJhx-an8s5vU2kJlxG7qTkej_bmJoEoL_X4fKJzSExlfl5KRF9LzROHjpqnnvJqE7FaBiFEchkVN875iQ-dFffBKfLE-tYSE/s320/19-582-1-gameBig_farmville.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I was on my way to meet Bob who lost his father recently. I couldn’t make it to the funeral so wanted to go meet him and spend some time with him. A few other friends had also planned to join. The roads were empty; it didn’t take me more than 15 minutes to get to his house, I was the first one to get there. Bob greeted me with a smile, we sat down in his balcony, Bob’s wife served tea.<br />
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“I’m so sorry for your loss Bob, your father was a great man. Must have been difficult for you as you didn’t even get to speak to him before all this happened.”<br />
“Ya. My regret is that he was unable to update his Facebook status message before he died. He always wanted to update his Facebook status message when he was just about to die.” Well, I didn’t know what to say, I was drawing blank and Bob started crying. Thankfully his wife came over to console him. Not keen on dwelling on the Facebook topic, I though I’ll change the topic.<br />
"Hey what happened to Raj, is he coming over today?”<br />
“Don’t talk about that heartless maniac.”<br />
“Why what’s wrong? You both were best pals once, what happened?”<br />
“The day my father died, I updated my Facebook status message saying ‘my father has kicked the bucket.’ And this scoundrel clicks on like! Can you imagine that? I mean how heartless can one get.”<br />
“______________”<br />
“Boo-hoo…….”<br />
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This time around even his wife started crying with him, I was just hoping that someone comes to my rescue and there came Raghu. He sat besides Bob, spoke a few words to console him and things kind of came back to normal. Raghu was with a woman, I thought it was his girlfriend until he introduced her to me.<br />
“Hey James, meet my wife Divya.”<br />
“Wife?! You got Married! Well, congratulations. When did this happen?”<br />
“About 6 months ago.”<br />
“Oh that’s great. I didn’t know about this, how come you didn’t call me?”<br />
“Well dude, I’d put it up on Facebook at least 3 months before the wedding. We even showed the wedding video live on Facebook for people who couldn’t make it to the wedding to watch. You still don’t have a Facebook profile do you?”<br />
I nodded my head implying ‘No’ and Raghu nodded his head implying ‘I don’t believe this.’ Then he continued,<br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_wK-ocPSqHTsjibYVhBdyDGbjdB_FVLyq1D7rcwJcmodewlgi7iABeweghIZ6n_Ry2xgadiNjJ9PPKPykGqziEr__FjAndXrV6ReBnssu1FwciWlwPyofJgEITI27aum0D6XkLDFUFHU/s1600/facebook-like-buton.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="204" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_wK-ocPSqHTsjibYVhBdyDGbjdB_FVLyq1D7rcwJcmodewlgi7iABeweghIZ6n_Ry2xgadiNjJ9PPKPykGqziEr__FjAndXrV6ReBnssu1FwciWlwPyofJgEITI27aum0D6XkLDFUFHU/s320/facebook-like-buton.png" width="320" /></a></div>“By the way, Sharma was asking about you.”<br />
“oh is it? When did you meet him?”<br />
“I meet him regularly, he keeps visiting my farm house.”<br />
“You… You bought a farm house! That’s good news man. Where is this farmhouse of yours?<br />
“Its in Facebook, its called Farmville.”<br />
“Hmm… so Sharma was asking about me is it? How is he, he got married a while ago right?”<br />
“Dude that’s old news, the latest is he is separated from his wife and they are filing for divorce.”<br />
“Aw that’s terrible what happened?”<br />
“Well things were going on good between him and his wife, then one fine day he opened a Facebook account..”<br />
“Oh no, give me a break.”<br />
“Listen to the full story, he opens a Facebook account, his wife sends him a friend request and he didn’t accept her friend request for almost 3 weeks. The best part is he accepted some other girl’s friend request the day before he accepted his wife’s friend request. That’s when things started going wrong.”<br />
“And they are filing divorce based on this?!?! This case is not going to hold water.”<br />
“Actually Facebook can be considered as an electronic form of communication like e-mail hence the same can be used as a witness in the court.”<br />
“That’s bullshit man. There’s nothing like that, if that was true it would have come in the news.”<br />
“Well I checked it out on the Supreme Court’s Facebook page. From then on I make sure I click like every time my wife posts something on Facebook and I accept all my wife’s relatives friend requests immediately.”<br />
<br />
I had already started wondering ‘what have I got myself into’ and that’s when Ashik appeared. Thought that this guy could save me from these maniacs but that feeling was shortlived. I waited for Ashik to speak to Bob and join us<br />
"Hey Ashik, how are you? Heard you are going to become a father?"<br />
"Yes man."<br />
"Congrads, so how are you preparing yourself for the new phase of life?"<br />
"Well yesterday my wife and I finalised the first status message that will go on our kid's facebook profile!"<br />
"hmm... _______. How about the name for the kid?"<br />
"Well that we fixed long back. if its a boy he'll be named..."<br />
"Aryan?"<br />
"Yes! And if its a girl she'll be named..."<br />
"Aishwarya?"<br />
"Yes! How did you guess it?"<br />
"Well I'm a rocket scientist."<br />
"What?!"<br />
"Naa... Never mind."<br />
<br />
As Raghu came over to join our conversation I know this could get lethal, and it did. <br />
"Hey Ashik, what's wrong with you man. I poked you like a week ago and you still haven't poked me back?" <br />
"Hey sorry dude I totally forgot. I owe you one for this. I'll poke you as soon as I get back home." <br />
I was slowly realising that the light at the end of the tunnel was just an approaching train and that's when my phone rang. It was a call from a private number. <br />
"Hello." <br />
"Good Morning Sir. We are calling from Powerfullwords.com, can I talk to you for 2 minutes?" <br />
"Yes." <br />
"Sir we have an exciting offer for you, if you subscribe for our services for just 599 rupees, we will send you exciting lines that you can use as your facebook status messages..." <br />
"oh God, enoough!!!! I give up!!!! thank you." <br />
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I just couldn't take this anymore so I took leave from Bob and rest of the friends. I made up my mind to give in to this addiction, so I'm now heading home to open my own facebook account. Wish me luck friends.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14775167643918745693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393113733831977036.post-18041585096426233102011-02-08T00:44:00.000+05:302011-05-01T02:23:45.785+05:30*What’s the moral of the story?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">As kids we’ve always loved stories and almost every story told to us had a moral in it, so much so that even if someone tells us a story without a moral we sometimes tend to think the story isn’t over yet. I remember some of the stories I was told when I was kid and then to all my cousins as they grew up and now to my nephews and nieces as they grow up. Surprisingly these stories and their morals have remained the same all these years.<br />
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How many of you noticed the asterisk besides “What’s the moral of the story?” and started searching for a potential fine print? That’s where I’m getting at now, I was thinking through some of the stories and realized that the morals taught in those stories are actually a con job and one could end up being a loser if he / she decides to live by it. So I thought I’ll make these morals more transparent by calling out the caveats so that people know what these morals truly mean.<br />
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<strong>The Hare and the Tortoise</strong><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsNJyLDvuZAWd5j8rije2LZG-OqhAGo9tWpE-amMHeNE4Sl2L5uLWmg12vB5GuxiXpw7nbgHTwmRX60DbmgiKp1NlaZDBygVMsDVmEfsSTJFEFVw_sIi6CaYt-DdevicGDac1yqCTbeVk/s1600/TortoiseAndHare.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsNJyLDvuZAWd5j8rije2LZG-OqhAGo9tWpE-amMHeNE4Sl2L5uLWmg12vB5GuxiXpw7nbgHTwmRX60DbmgiKp1NlaZDBygVMsDVmEfsSTJFEFVw_sIi6CaYt-DdevicGDac1yqCTbeVk/s320/TortoiseAndHare.jpg" width="320" /></a>This one is everyone’s favorite. Once upon a time there was a hare and a tortoise. The hare makes fun of the tortoise; the tortoise gets pissed off, calls the hare for a race. The hare knew what’s gonna happen so said “Challenge Accepted” and took off. The tortoise was up to a lousy start and was taking his own sweet time and walking aaraam sey. He had the will but there was no skill.</div><br />
By now the hare had already covered more than half the distance, so the bugger sat under a tree and went off to sleep. The tortoise eventually reached the place where the hare was taking a nap (snoring to glory), went past him and finished the race. The hare got up after a while, realizing he’d over slept, the hare said “Oh SHIT” and ran to the finish line only to see the tortoise LOL at the hare from the other side of the finish line.<br />
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Moral of the Story: *Slow and steady wins the race.<br />
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*Caveat: You can be slow and steady and still win the race provided people who are competing with you are skilled but are either lazy or have serious attitude / will issues.<br />
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<strong>Woodcutter and his Axe</strong><br />
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Once upon a time there was a woodcutter who was cutting trees by the river. While chopping down a tree, his axe slips from his hand and falls into the river. Not sure what to do he sits by the river crying and praying and “poof” appeared an angel from the water and asked him “what’s up?.” The dude said his axe fell in the river and without that he will not be able to make his living and all that. <br />
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So the angel goes into the river and comes back with a golden axe and asks if it was his, the woodcutter said no. So she went in again and this time came back with a silver axe and asked him if it was his, the woodcutter said no again. The angel went into the river for the third time and finally came back with his axe, the woodcutter said, “yes this is my axe, thanks.” The angel says “since you were honest you shall have all three axes,” leaves them with him and disappears.<br />
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Moral of the Story: *Truthfulness brings its own reward.<br />
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*Caveat: The above moral is applicable when you are self employed / a free lance and screw up at work. If you are employed elsewhere, you are sure to get your ass fired for screwing up like that.<br />
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<strong>The Boy who cried Wolf</strong> <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb6tnlSv4DI_2dvXTXvesSqpIAv-s12WIDQz3Te_Is1wyg2B0q2iQFnsSkIYjy7jnNvkDu_52gQ7movt32wTlBKjpBDGjzyjUBZTCYPKIcdQGNXf-uAdc1ScwiekyiSEDM2S5psuCjWrM/s1600/ss1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="163" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb6tnlSv4DI_2dvXTXvesSqpIAv-s12WIDQz3Te_Is1wyg2B0q2iQFnsSkIYjy7jnNvkDu_52gQ7movt32wTlBKjpBDGjzyjUBZTCYPKIcdQGNXf-uAdc1ScwiekyiSEDM2S5psuCjWrM/s320/ss1.jpg" width="320" /></a>Once upon a time there was this shepherd dude, who kept shouting “wolf wolf” for time pass. Every time he cried wolf, the farmers from the nearby fields used to come running thinking there is really a wolf and that the shepherd dude needs to be rescued. After the farmers get there this bugger will ROFL his ass out saying “I fooled ya’ll, I fooled ya’ll.”</div><br />
This went on for quite some time and the farmers were losing it on this guy. One fine day a wolf actually came over and attacked the shepherd and he cried “wolf wolf.” The farmers thought he was chumma doing othla this time also and did not bother checking on him. The wolf ate this bugger and his goats and took off.<br />
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Moral of the Story: *We may not believe someone who often lies even when he tells the truth.<br />
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* Caveat: This moral is not applicable in Politics because regardless of you speaking the truth or lying people will still believe you.<br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14775167643918745693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393113733831977036.post-49593241635282332882011-02-08T00:29:00.000+05:302011-05-01T02:26:00.257+05:30PJ Time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">A very few that I managed to keep track of since the last post...<br />
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Vimal reads the fact of the day column from the news paper,<br />
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Vimal: Spotted bananas are generally sweeter.<br />
Chai: Ya. That because they are almost completely ripe.<br />
Vimal: No macha, only when a banana is spotted someone can eat it as say it’s sweet. If you don’t even spot a banana how will you ever know whether its sweet or not?<br />
Chai: Ay IDIOT.<br />
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On seeing a Santro car with plastic covers on the seat,<br />
Vimal: Some guy has bought a new SANTRO macha, this guy must have a very low self esteem to buy a santro.<br />
Amith: Dude if he had an esteem for himself why will buy a santro?<br />
Vimal: ?!?!?!?!?!?!<br />
<br />
Unni was checking out a new car,<br />
Unni: Its very spacious at the back.<br />
Vimal: I know. See there is an AC vent here.<br />
Amith: so there is no AC in the car anymore, it went.<br />
Vimal: ?!?!?!?<br />
<br />
Amith: What’s the name given to a Sardar character in any tamil movie?<br />
Vimal: Punjab Singh.<br />
Amith: But you can never call Daler Mehandi by that name.<br />
Vimal: Why not?<br />
Amith: Because his is Punjab Sang.<br />
Vimal: ?!?!?!?!?<br />
<br />
Russel & Amith had the same message tone in their phones for some time.<br />
Russel: Macha please change your ring tone. Every time your phone rings I reach out to my phone thinking its ringing.<br />
Amith: Same here.<br />
Vimal: For this only you guys are getting confused, imagine the days when everybody used to havea land line.<br />
<br />
Amith: Do you want to listen to Silent Music?<br />
Roy: Yup.<br />
Vimal: Cool. Let’s play that blank CD.<br />
Roy: ?!?!?!?!!?</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14775167643918745693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393113733831977036.post-30176848540248405072011-01-08T13:58:00.003+05:302011-05-01T02:26:00.257+05:30PJ TimeLeeni: I burnt my hand.<br />
Chai: Apply some soya sause.<br />
Vimal: why did the mother in law sleep off?<br />
Chai: What!?!?!?!?!?!<br />
Vimal: ya soya in hindi means slept off and saas means mother-in-law right?<br />
Chai: oh God.<br />
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While passin by Leeni's office,<br />
Leeni: this is where somebody planted a bomb once.<br />
Russel: did it grow?<br />
Leeni: ha... ha... ha...<br />
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While eating at MTR,<br />
Leeni: This cabbage tastes funny.<br />
Russel: You feel like laughing?<br />
Leeni: he... He... He...<br />
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Vimal: hey you guys start today, I'll take a train tomorrow and get there.<br />
Leeni: but you'll not get tickets this is a holiday season.<br />
Vimal: we'll talk to Lalu.<br />
Russel: why?<br />
Vimal: he is the ex-minister for indian railways that's why.<br />
Russel: then he'll give you ex-tickets.<br />
Vimal: ?!?!?! <br />
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We were leaving to Goa for the New Years and Chai came over to say goodbye,<br />
Russel: Chai, why don't you come along?<br />
Chai: no, you guys carry on.<br />
Russel: come as it is, whats the problem.<br />
Chai: No, you guys carry on<br />
Vimal: Russel, let me ask him just half the question that you asked. Come. Ass.<br />
Chai: hey Monkey.<br />
<br />
Vimal: what's that guys name?<br />
Russel: Viki.<br />
Vimal: what happens when this guy goes to the loo?<br />
Russel: _________ what happens?<br />
Vimal: it will be vikileaks.<br />
Russel: he... He... He...<br />
<br />
Roy: ha ha, cops will catch you now.<br />
Leeni: who'll throw him but?<br />
Roy: ?!?!?!?!<br />
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While driving to Goa,<br />
Amith: That truck driver was close.<br />
Vimal: was he your relative or family friend or something?<br />
Amith: why?<br />
Vimal: You just said he was close.<br />
Amith: !?!?!?!<br />
<br />
Vimal: nonsence, I'm transferring all my brownie points to you. <br />
Amith: Thank You.<br />
Vimal: later when the time is right I'll take all that back from you.<br />
Amith: That'll never happen.<br />
Vimal: You didn't see that movie yesterday<br />
? They said, ''You get more by giving.''<br />
Amith: That's correct. I get more when you give.<br />
Vimal: ?!?!?!?<br />
<br />
Amith: The GPS says we have 224 kilometers left to cover.<br />
Vimal: If it says 224 kms left, why are we going straight instead of going left?<br />
Everyone in the car: ____________ <br />
Vimal: No one wants to get back to me on this one?..... ?!?!?!?!<br />
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Vimal: I think it requires a catalyst.<br />
Leeni: What is a catalyst?<br />
Vimal: In a chemical reaction, when the reactants are unable to...<br />
Amith: when you make a list of all the cattles you have, its called a catalyst. <br />
Vimal: ?!?!?!?!?!?<br />
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Vimal grabs a book just after finishing dinner.<br />
Amith: You ate too much?<br />
Vimal: Why do you ask?<br />
Amith: You are reading Readers Digest, that's why I asked.<br />
Vimal: !?!?!?!?!?<br />
<br />
Roy: What is g-force?<br />
Amith: When you are forcing someone with respect its called Ji-Force.<br />
Roy: Forget it....<br />
<br />
Amith: What is the opposite of insult?<br />
Roy: Praise? Honor?<br />
Amith: Its Outsult dude.<br />
Roy: !?!?!?!?!?!?<br />
<br />
Amith: Can you reduce the fan?<br />
Vimal: Sorry, there is only one fan in this room, if I reduce this, there'll not be any fan left.<br />
Amith: !?!?!?!? <br />
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On reading a name board on a taxi,<br />
Amith: 'Shankar Travels.' Big deal so do we.<br />
Everyone in the car: ha... ha... ha... ha...<br />
<br />
Vimal: Where did you get the coconut from?<br />
Leeni: From the coconut tree.<br />
Vimal: !?!?!?!?!?!?<br />
<br />
Roy: Give me the goggles let me try it out.<br />
Amith: You can't try it 'OUT' because you are inside the car.<br />
Roy: !?!?!?!?!?!?<br />
<br />
Amith: wow, such a long bridge.<br />
Roy: we have bridges all over goa.<br />
Amith: Bugger. You can't have bridges all over, they'll be on roads.<br />
Roy: God.<br />
<br />
Vimal: From now on till we leave Goa, there is only onething I want to feast on.<br />
Russel: What?<br />
Vimal: Sea Food.<br />
Amith: That's fine but you should also eat the food after you've seen food. <br />
<br />
I recently called ICICI customer care to close my credit card account. The guy I spoke to was not conviced with my justification for closing my credit card. I'd decided not to use credit cards hence was getting rid of it. He tried explaining how a credit card can be useful in emergencies and its a life time free card so I can still keep the card and not use it. I tried explaining him that I understand all that and I still wanted to close the account. Inspite of me telling why I wanted to close the card, the guy kept asking me repeatedly why I'm closing the card which frustrated. Finally I put an end to this viscious cycle as follows,<br />
ICICI guy: Any particular reason why you are closing this card?<br />
Vimal: Like I told you mutiple times during this call I've decided not to use credit cards hence closing all my credit card accounts.<br />
ICICI guy: ok, but is there any particular reason why you are closing the credit card?<br />
Vimal: _______........ Well I'm closing this credit card because I did not like your TV commercials.<br />
ICICI guy: I'm sorry sir, come again.<br />
Vimal: I didn't like your TV commercial where you show the staff celebrating a customer's birthday with a candle on a ladoo. I felt that that ad was kind of stupid so I want to close the card. Can you close my account now please?<br />
ICICI guy: ?!?!?!?!....... Ok, I'm closing your account and your confirmation number is...<br />
And finally the consumer wins!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14775167643918745693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393113733831977036.post-14509269039583418582010-12-03T12:08:00.001+05:302011-05-01T02:26:00.257+05:30PJ TimeVimal: Don't give us excuses, give us results.<br />
Leeni: First give us a test naa then we will give you result.<br />
Vimal: I shall have someone get back to you on that one.<br />
<br />
Leeni: Oh, I forgot to call.... Shit.<br />
Vimal: You know somebody called Shit!!!<br />
<br />
Leeni: (while cooking egg) the yoke of this egg is light yellow in color! How is this possible?<br />
Russel: May be this egg was laid in the shade...<br />
<br />
@ Office during Lunch:<br />
Vimal: Hey, have a bite.<br />
Colleague: Thanks. (grabs a huge bite from what was offered).<br />
Vimal: Dude I asked you to have a bite, not a kilo byte or a mega byte.<br />
Colleague: ?!?!?!?<br />
<br />
Chai: Guys I'm serious about this.<br />
Amith: Ha, you are not serious. If you were serious you would've been in the hospital.<br />
Chai: Oh God.<br />
<br />
Leeni: I have this card but don't know what the pin number is.<br />
Vimal: Give me the card and I will tell you the pin number.<br />
Leeni: No I'm not giving you the card.<br />
Vimal: Please... Please... Please...<br />
Leeni: Ok. Here you go.<br />
Vimal: (Looks on the reverse of the card and reads the CVV Number and says thats the pin number.)<br />
Leeni: How is it the pin number?<br />
Vimal: Its behind the card naa so technically its pin (pin in tamil means behind).<br />
Leeni: ok.<br />
<br />
Chai who used to have 2 cats in his house was once found walking a couple of dogs in the apartment premises.<br />
Vimal: Hey Chai, your cats have really grown big man!!!<br />
Chai: IDIOT.<br />
<br />
While watching TV in Amith's place,<br />
Vimal: Reduce the volume macha, your parents might wake up.<br />
Amith: Bugger, my parents are not in town. They've gone to Hubli.<br />
Vimal: I know. What I'm trying to say is that you've kept the volume so high that they can hear it in Hubli. That's why I'm saying you should reduce the volume.<br />
Amith: Oh. I'll get back to you on this one.<br />
<br />
Vimal: Aston Martin has been there for almost 97 years!!!<br />
Amith: IBM has been around for more than 100 years.<br />
Vimal: Who the hell cares?<br />
Amith: Same here.<br />
Vimal: I'm losing track of the things I'm supposed to get back to you on.<br />
<br />
Vimal: Rajini Kanth's next cartoon movie is coming in 3D.<br />
Amith: Really? Sultan?<br />
Vimal: Ya but they've remaned it now.<br />
Amith: To what?<br />
Vimal: I Don't know.<br />
Amith: Quite a funny name for a Rajini Kanth movie, 'I don't know.'<br />
Vimal: ?!?!?!?<br />
<br />
Leeni (to Vimal): You should've worn this shirt for the interview. Generally plain shirts are better than striped shirts for interviews.<br />
Amith: I can't afford it.<br />
Leeni: Why?<br />
Amith: Imagine if a plane ticket can cost as much as 5000 bucks how much a plane shirt must cost?<br />
Vimal: Bugger if you buy a shirt that is meant for a plane how the hell will you wear it?<br />
Leeni: Oh God.<br />
<br />
In a training session,<br />
Trainer: People have different reasons to come to work. What is the reason you all come to work?<br />
Amith: Money<br />
Trainer: Are you talking about currency? Money?<br />
Amith: No I was talking about this guy called Mani.<br />
Trainer: ?!?!?!?<br />
<br />
Trainer: Guys please spend the next two hours preparing for the exam otherwise you will not be able to clear your certification. If you have any doubts you can ask me.<br />
Vimal: Can you tell us where the question papers for test is kept? <br />
Trainer: Ha ha nice try, but guys please be serious. I am very serious when it comes to things like these.<br />
Vimal: Oh. That's fine, so where are the question papers kept?<br />
Trainer: ?!?!?!?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14775167643918745693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393113733831977036.post-77580229646743205382010-11-24T02:31:00.001+05:302011-05-01T02:26:00.258+05:30Just Look at'em<div style="text-align: center;">Christmas is round the corner and the season is already set in in our friends RusLin's house. Santa was trying to get into their house through the chimney, poor Santa did not know that it was an electric chimney and that it was kept in the balcony.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPB39_QFNcSUcs9ptltzlr7gajKQPwOoFL8d6vVG-x5F-MtJ4zEP6-Z2EO9N35rNIXLSqMWyVyT1bWeH-lme5Lsp1iZ_dR1eXgnLofh1LhnzcmQaqixIZKd61lvesRCImDdmXoaldsRlE/s1600/20112010126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPB39_QFNcSUcs9ptltzlr7gajKQPwOoFL8d6vVG-x5F-MtJ4zEP6-Z2EO9N35rNIXLSqMWyVyT1bWeH-lme5Lsp1iZ_dR1eXgnLofh1LhnzcmQaqixIZKd61lvesRCImDdmXoaldsRlE/s640/20112010126.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Interensting....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjfWxacw7A02bBeehTBR-6QGLGsIIE-WCS5n_jVSpy_9ZND3_iir5izHff-SUIHGEMLRcmGARculZ67xOI-N-cuF83iIB1QEZIKBF_8GqFCJPKhlmozBG59dEdhGOmpiMZjebxzbDcZrY/s1600/06112010019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjfWxacw7A02bBeehTBR-6QGLGsIIE-WCS5n_jVSpy_9ZND3_iir5izHff-SUIHGEMLRcmGARculZ67xOI-N-cuF83iIB1QEZIKBF_8GqFCJPKhlmozBG59dEdhGOmpiMZjebxzbDcZrY/s640/06112010019.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Whoa!!! Heights of data security.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh36-KpT-Cnd_60Wsicplh0QO5r_NHD2wXneZcZxsTNoEWG49QTa1uOol3cU1brbZzogG5BtBYRNPmh1e-51AXy61RXNwG_x37b-Vh6qAVBrDV23G0w4moHfc5e5bYGc-1j8IBYG9vFPZo/s1600/19112010027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh36-KpT-Cnd_60Wsicplh0QO5r_NHD2wXneZcZxsTNoEWG49QTa1uOol3cU1brbZzogG5BtBYRNPmh1e-51AXy61RXNwG_x37b-Vh6qAVBrDV23G0w4moHfc5e5bYGc-1j8IBYG9vFPZo/s640/19112010027.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">This is an interensting discovery, I didn't know cows gave coke.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqe4OSuWybj55LRGigexvVXZGxbLNiSky1szDid4phLe-jHcb6mRkD4rg7x6r-W_sjLpAaL0Mg28ECOd5yT-exc43EQ2-n2BDeAxaa6O-2Htbqk3eEfTNoVmUD11LMk4g5E1615OJk8LA/s1600/14112010024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqe4OSuWybj55LRGigexvVXZGxbLNiSky1szDid4phLe-jHcb6mRkD4rg7x6r-W_sjLpAaL0Mg28ECOd5yT-exc43EQ2-n2BDeAxaa6O-2Htbqk3eEfTNoVmUD11LMk4g5E1615OJk8LA/s640/14112010024.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Good One.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFVUpGh7M7Illiq-KptO3jsT2SkWFxLfgvoKoNk-WYo9M2NC_7z-Zg3DjSkQ7z8xWeb5YDrsAeBgarH4Z29Mi4n36BNrguVXg4GbMTMaTvLLBZAV8WPJ_Kl64D0nkQC7q9Jygogz1KzhE/s1600/25112010031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFVUpGh7M7Illiq-KptO3jsT2SkWFxLfgvoKoNk-WYo9M2NC_7z-Zg3DjSkQ7z8xWeb5YDrsAeBgarH4Z29Mi4n36BNrguVXg4GbMTMaTvLLBZAV8WPJ_Kl64D0nkQC7q9Jygogz1KzhE/s640/25112010031.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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