<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313</id><updated>2011-06-20T04:24:08.304+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Forwarder's Therapy</title><subtitle type='html'>We use email. Many others do too. They forward us stuff. Some interesting. Thats here. The trash can has the rest.
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&lt;A href="http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2004/07/forwarders-therapy.html"&gt;The prescription&lt;/A&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-7662996951592830387</id><published>2008-08-27T09:17:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:21:40.865+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lil Johnny ROCKS !!! \,,/</title><content type='html'>One day Lil Johny says to his father:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: Oh, so do you have someone special in your mind?&lt;br /&gt;Johny: Yes , Grandma&lt;br /&gt;Father: What? There is a problem now, you want to marry my Mother?&lt;br /&gt;Johny: Why not? You married my mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.Johnny: Can I go to the toilet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Johhny, MAY I go to the toilet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.Johnny: But I asked first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer vacation was over and the teacher asked Little Johnny about his family trip. "We visited my grandmother in Minneapolis, Minnesota."&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asked, "Good, can you tell the class how you spell that?"&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny said, "Actually, we went to Ohio."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Johnny, did your Mother help you with your homework last night?" the teacher asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, she did it all," Little Johnny replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad," said Little Johnny, "I'm late for football practice. Would you please do my homework for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny's father said irately, "Son, it just wouldn't be right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's okay," replied Little Johnny "At least you could try, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: If you had one dollar and you asked your father for another, how many dollars would you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny: One dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher(sadly): You don't know your arithmetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny (sadly): You don't know my father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "Hello boys, Remember!!! Nothing is impossible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny: "OK sir, could you please squeeze out all the toothpaste and put back it into the tube again."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-7662996951592830387?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/7662996951592830387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=7662996951592830387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/7662996951592830387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/7662996951592830387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2008/08/fwd-fw-little-johnny-rocks-again.html' title='Lil Johnny ROCKS !!! \,,/'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-6719895993080080598</id><published>2007-08-06T12:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-06T12:31:49.205+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When Insults had Class</title><content type='html'>He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices&lt;br&gt;I admire.&amp;quot; --Winston Churchill&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;A modest little person, with much to be modest about.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-- Winston Churchill&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I have never killed a man, but I have read many &lt;br&gt;obituaries with great pleasure.&amp;quot;- Clarence Darrow&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;He has never been known to use a word that might send&lt;br&gt;a reader to the dictionary.&amp;quot; William Faulkner (about&lt;br&gt;Ernest Hemingway)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come &lt;br&gt;from big words?&amp;quot; Ernest Hemingway (about William&lt;br&gt;Faulkner)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Thank you for sending me a copy of your book; I&amp;#39;ll&lt;br&gt;waste no time reading it.&amp;quot; Moses Hadas&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;He can compress the most words into the smallest idea &lt;br&gt;of any man I know.&amp;quot; Abraham Linclon&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ve had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this&lt;br&gt;wasn&amp;#39;t it.&amp;quot; -- Groucho Marx&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I didn&amp;#39;t attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter &lt;br&gt;saying I approved of it.&amp;quot; -- Mark Twain&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his&lt;br&gt;friends.&amp;quot; -- Oscar Wilde&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my&lt;br&gt;new play. Bring a friend... if you have one.&amp;quot; - George &lt;br&gt;Bernard Shaw to Winston Churchill&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Cannot possibly attend first night, will attend&lt;br&gt;second... if there is one.&amp;quot; - Winston Churchill, in&lt;br&gt;response&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I feel so miserable without you; it&amp;#39;s almost like &lt;br&gt;having you here.&amp;quot; --Stephen Bishop&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;He is a self-made man and worships his creator.&amp;quot; --&lt;br&gt;John Bright&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ve just learned about his illness. Let&amp;#39;s hope it&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;nothing trivial.&amp;quot; -&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Irvin S. Cobb &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;He is not only dull himself; he is the cause of&lt;br&gt;dullness in others.&amp;quot; -- Samuel Johnson&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-- Paul Keating&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;He had delusions of adequacy.&amp;quot; -- Walter Kerr &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;There&amp;#39;s nothing wrong with you that reincarnation&lt;br&gt;won&amp;#39;t cure.&amp;quot; -- Jack E. Leonard&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;He has the attention span of a lightning bolt.&amp;quot; --&lt;br&gt;Robert Redford&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;They never open their mouths without subtracting from &lt;br&gt;the sum of human knowledge&amp;quot;-- Thomas Brackett Reed&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;He inherited some good instincts from his Quaker&lt;br&gt;forebears, but by diligent hard work, he overcame&lt;br&gt;them.&amp;quot; - James Reston (about Richard Nixon) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;In order to avoid being called a flirt, she always&lt;br&gt;yielded easily.&amp;quot; --Charles, Count Talleyrand&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;He loves nature in spite of what it did to him.&amp;quot; --&lt;br&gt;Forrest Tucker&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Why do you sit there looking like an envelope without &lt;br&gt;any address on it?&amp;quot; -- Mark Twain&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Some cause happiness wherever they go; others,&lt;br&gt;whenever they go.&amp;quot; --Oscar Wilde&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;He uses statistics as a drunken man uses lamp-posts...&lt;br&gt;for support rather than illumination.&amp;quot;-- Andrew Lang &lt;br&gt;(1844-1912)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;He has Van Gogh&amp;#39;s ear for music.&amp;quot; -- Billy Wilder&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-6719895993080080598?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/6719895993080080598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=6719895993080080598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/6719895993080080598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/6719895993080080598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-insults-had-class.html' title='When Insults had Class'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-116470308629164960</id><published>2006-11-28T14:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-28T14:08:07.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Stages of Hangover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1 star hangover (*) No pain. No real feeling of illness. Your sleep last night was a mere disco nap,&lt;br&gt; which is giving you a whole lot of misplaced energy. Be glad that you are able to function relatively well. However, you are still parched. You can drink 10 sodas and still feel this way. You are craving a steak bomb and a side of gravy fries. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 2 star hangover (**) No pain, but something is definitely amiss. You may look okay but you have mental capacity of a staple gun. The coffee you chug is only acerbating your rumbling gut, which is craving a rootie tootie fresh and fruity pancake breakfast from IHOP. Last night has wreaked havoc on your bowels. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 3 star hangover (***) Slight headache. Stomach feels crappy. You are definitely not productive.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Anytime a girl walks by you gag because her perfume reminds you of the random gin shots you did with your alcoholic friends after the bouncer 86'd you at 1:45  a.m. Life would be better right now if you were in your bed with a dozen donuts and a meatball sub watching the E! fashion awards.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You've had 4 cups of coffee, a gallon of water, 3 Snapples and a liter of diet coke - yet you &lt;br&gt; haven't peed once.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 4 star hangover (****) Life sucks. Your head is throbbing and you can't speak too quickly or else you&lt;br&gt; might puke. Your boss has already lambasted you for being late and has given you a lecture for reeking of booze. You wore nice clothes, but that can't hide the fact that you missed an oh-so crucial spot shaving, (girls, it looks like you put your make-up on while riding the bumper cars). Your eyes look like one big vein and your hairstyle makes you look like a reject from the class picture of Revere High, '76. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 5 star hangover, (*****) AKA &amp;quot;Dante's 4th Circle of Hell.&amp;quot; You have a second heartbeat in your head, which is actually annoying the employee who sits in the next cube. Vodka vapor is seeping out of every pore and making you dizzy. You still have toothpaste crust in the corners of your mouth from brushing your teeth. Your body has lost the ability to generate saliva, so your tongue is suffocating you. Death seems pretty good right now. You definitely don't remember who you were with, where you were, what you drank, and why there is a stranger still sleeping in your bed at your house. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 6 star hangover (******) otherwise known as the &amp;quot;Infinite Nutsmacker&amp;quot; You wake up on your bathroom&lt;br&gt; floor. For about 2 seconds you look at the ceiling, wondering if the cool refreshing feeling on your cheek is the bathroom tile or your vomit from 5 hours ago. It is amazing how your roommate was as drunk as you, but somehow manages to get up before you the next morning.... You try to lift your head. Not an option. It is when you turn your head too quickly only to smell the funk of 13 packs of cigarettes in your hair, and suddenly you realize you were smoking, but not ultra lights...some jackass handed you Marlboro reds, and you smoked them like it was your second full time job. You &lt;br&gt; look in the mirror only to see remnants of the stamp &amp;quot;Ready to Rock&amp;quot; faintly atop your forehead......that explains the stamp on the back of your hand that has magically appeared on your forehead by alcoholic osmosis. You have to be to work in t-minus 14 minutes and 32 seconds and the only thing you can think of&amp;nbsp; wearing is your &amp;quot;hello kitty&amp;quot; pajamas and your slippers. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-116470308629164960?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/116470308629164960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=116470308629164960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/116470308629164960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/116470308629164960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2006/11/stages-of-hangover.html' title='Stages of Hangover'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-116108955849256669</id><published>2006-10-17T18:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:22:38.660+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why only women's letters to Dear Abby are printed ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Maybe this is why it seems only women's letters to Abby&lt;br&gt; are printed....&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Dear Abby,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I've never written to you before, but I really need&lt;br&gt; your advice on what could be a crucial decision.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; To begin, I've suspected for some time now that my wife&lt;br&gt; has been cheating on me. The usual signs... phone rings&lt;br&gt; but if I answer, the caller hangs up. My wife has been&lt;br&gt; going out with the girls a lot recently although when I&lt;br&gt; ask their names she always says, &amp;quot;Just some friends&lt;br&gt; from work, you don't know them.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I always stay awake to look out for her taxi coming&lt;br&gt; home, but she always walks down the drive, although I&lt;br&gt; can hear a car driving off, as if she has gotten out of&lt;br&gt; the car around the corner. Why? Maybe she wasn't in a&lt;br&gt; taxi? I once picked up her cell phone just to see what&lt;br&gt; time it was and she went berserk and screamed that I&lt;br&gt; should never touch her phone again and why was I&lt;br&gt; checking up on her.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Anyway, I have never approached the subject with my&lt;br&gt; wife. I think deep down I just didn't want to know the&lt;br&gt; truth, but last night she went out again and I decided&lt;br&gt; to really check on her. I decided I was going to park&lt;br&gt; my Harley Davidson motorcycle next to the garage and&lt;br&gt; then hide behind it so I could get a good view of the&lt;br&gt; whole street when she came home.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; It was at that moment, crouching behind my Harley, that&lt;br&gt; I noticed that the valve covers on my engine seemed to&lt;br&gt; be leaking a little oil. Is this something I can fix&lt;br&gt; myself or should I take it back to the dealer?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Thanks,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Bob&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-116108955849256669?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/116108955849256669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=116108955849256669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/116108955849256669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/116108955849256669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-only-womens-letters-to-dear-abby.html' title='Why only women&apos;s letters to Dear Abby are printed ...'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-114638038335231740</id><published>2006-04-30T12:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-30T12:29:43.410+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Things to say at the office when stressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="direction: ltr;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Okay, okay! I take it back. Unf**k you.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 2.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You say I'm a bitch like it's a bad thing.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 3.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Well this day was a total waste of make-up.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 4.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Well, aren't we a damn ray of sunshine?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 5.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Don't bother me; I'm living happily ever after.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 6.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Do I look like a people person?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 7.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This isn't an office. It's hell with fluorescent lighting.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 8.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I started out with nothing and still have most of it left.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 9.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Therapy is expensive. Popping bubble wrap is cheap. You choose.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 10. Why don't you try practicing random acts of intelligence and senseless&lt;br&gt; acts of self-control?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 11. I'm not crazy. I've been in a very bad mood for 30 years.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 12. Sarcasm is just one more service I offer.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 13. Do they ever shut up on your planet?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 14. I'm not your type. I'm not inflatable.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 15. Stress is when you wake up screaming and you realize you haven't&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;gone to sleep yet.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 16. Back off!! You're standing in my aura.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 17. Don't worry. I forgot your name too.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 18. I work 45 hours a week to be this poor.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 19. Not all men are annoying. Some are dead.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 20. Wait...I'm trying to imagine you with a personality.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 21. Chaos, panic and disorder... my work here is done.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 22. Ambivalent? Well, yes and no.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 23. You look like crap. Is that the style now?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 24. Earth is full. Go home.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 25. Aw, did I step on your poor little bitty ego?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 26. I'm not tense, just terribly, terribly alert.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 27. If assholes could fly, this place would be an airport.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 28. You are depriving some village of an idiot.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-114638038335231740?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/114638038335231740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=114638038335231740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/114638038335231740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/114638038335231740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2006/04/things-to-say-at-office-when-stressed.html' title='Things to say at the office when stressed'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-114596015153825582</id><published>2006-04-25T15:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-25T15:45:51.620+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Time &amp; Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="direction: ltr;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000080"&gt; &lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year-old son waiting for him at the door...  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Son: &amp;quot;Daddy, may I ask you  a question&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Daddy: &amp;quot;Yeah sure, what it is?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Son: &amp;quot;Dad, how much do you make an hour&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Daddy: &amp;quot;That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?&amp;quot;that man said angrily  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Son: &amp;quot;I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Daddy: &amp;quot;I make Rs. 500 an hour&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh&amp;quot;, the little boy replied, with his head down. Looking up, he said,  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Dad, may I please borrow Rs. 300?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The father was furious, &amp;quot;if the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or other nonsense,then march yourself to your room and go to bed. Think why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior&amp;quot;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down,  and started to think:&amp;quot;May be there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs. 300 and he really didn't ask for money very often!&amp;quot; The man went to the door of little boy's room and opened the door. &amp;quot;Are you asleep, son?&amp;quot; He asked. &amp;quot;No daddy, I'm awake,&amp;quot; replied the boy.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I've been thinking, may be I was too hard on you earlier&amp;quot;, said the man, &amp;quot;It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the Rs.300 you asked for&amp;quot; The little boy sat straight up, smiling &amp;quot;oh thank you dad!&amp;quot; He yelled.   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled some crippled up notes.The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at his father. &amp;quot;Why do you want money if you already had some?&amp;quot; the father grumbled.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,&amp;quot; the little boy replied.&amp;quot;Daddy I have Rs. 500 now. Can I buy an hour of your time ? Please come home early  tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-114596015153825582?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/114596015153825582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=114596015153825582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/114596015153825582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/114596015153825582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2006/04/time-work.html' title='Time &amp; Work'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-114527441028620171</id><published>2006-04-17T17:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-17T17:16:50.390+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A New STD to be concerned about</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="direction: ltr;"&gt;(ATLANTA)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The Center for Disease Control has issued a warning about a&lt;br&gt; new virulent strain of Sexually Transmitted Disease.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The disease is&lt;br&gt; contracted through dangerous and high-risk behavior. The disease is&lt;br&gt; called Gonorrhea Lectim and pronounced &amp;quot;gonna re-elect him.&amp;quot; Many&lt;br&gt; victims contracted it in 2004, after having been screwed for the past&lt;br&gt; four years.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Cognitive characteristics of individuals infected&lt;br&gt; include: antisocial personality disorders, delusions of grandeur with&lt;br&gt; messianic overtones, extreme cognitive dissonance, inability to&lt;br&gt; incorporate new information, pronounced xenophobia and paranoia,&lt;br&gt; inability to accept responsibility for own actions, cowardice masked&lt;br&gt; by misplaced bravado, uncontrolled facial smirking, ignorance of&lt;br&gt; geography and history, tendencies towards evangelical theocracy,&lt;br&gt; categorical all-or-nothing behavior.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Naturalists and epidemiologists&lt;br&gt; are amazed at how this destructive disease originated only a few years&lt;br&gt; ago from a bush found in Texas.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-114527441028620171?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/114527441028620171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=114527441028620171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/114527441028620171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/114527441028620171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-std-to-be-concerned-about.html' title='A New STD to be concerned about'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-114270876376431903</id><published>2006-03-19T00:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-19T00:36:03.766+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Black Robber</title><content type='html'>David Letterman's take on this:( And it's a true story...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a recent weekend in Atlantic City, a woman won a bucketful of quarters at a slot machine. She took a break from the slots for  dinner with her husband in the hotel dining room.  But first she wanted to stash the quarters in her room. "I'll be right back and we'll go to eat,"shetold her husband and carried the coin-laden bucket to the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;As she was about to walk into the elevator she noticed two menalready aboard. Both were black. One of them was tall...very tall...an intimidating figure. The woman froze.Her first thought was: These two are going to rob me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her next thought was: Don't be a bigot, they look like perfectly nice gentlemen. But racial stereotypes are powerful, and fear immobilized her. She stood and stared at the two men. She felt anxious, flustered and ashamed. She hoped they didn't read her mind but Gosh, they had to know what she was thinking!!! Her hesitation about joining them in the elevator was all too obvious now. Her face was flushed. She couldn't just stand there, so with a mighty effort of will she picked up one foot and stepped forward and followed with the other foot and was on the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoiding eye contact, she turned around stiffly and faced the elevator doors as they closed.  A second passed, and the another second, and then another.  Her fear increased! The elevator didn't move. Panic consumed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God, she thought, I'm trapped and about to be robbed! Her heart plummeted.  Perspiration poured from every pore.  Then one of the men said, "Hit the floor." Instinct told her to do what they told her. The bucket of quarters flew upwards as she threw out her arms and collapsed on the elevator floor. A shower of coins rained down on her. Take my money and spare me, she prayed.  More seconds passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She heard one of the men say politely, "Ma'am, if you'll just tell us what floor you're going to, we'll push the button." The one who said it had a little trouble getting the words out.   He was trying mightily to hold in a belly laugh. The woman lifted her head and looked up at the two men.  They reached down to help her up.  Confused, she struggled to her feet. "When I told my friend here to hit the floor," said the average sized one, "I meant that he should hit  the&lt;br /&gt;elevator button for our floor. I didn't mean for you to hit the floor, ma'am." He spoke genially. He bit his lip. It was obvious he was having a hard time not laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman thought: My God, what a spectacle I've made of myself.  She was humiliated to speak. She wanted to blurt out an  apology, but words failed her. How do you apologize to two perfectly respectable gentlemen for behaving as though they were going to rob you?  She didn't know what to say. The three of them gathered up the strewn quarters and refilled her bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the elevator arrived at her floor they then insisted on walking her to her room. She seemed a little unsteady on her feet, and they were afraid she might not make it down the corridor. At her door they bid her a good evening. As she slipped into her room she could hear them roaring with laughter as they walked back to the elevator.  The woman brushed herself off. She pulled herself together and went downstairs for dinner with her husband. The next morning flowers were delivered to her room - a dozen roses. Attached to EACH rose&lt;br /&gt;was a crisp one hundred dollar bill. The card said:"Thanks for the best laugh we've had in years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was signed;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie Murphy&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jordan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-114270876376431903?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/114270876376431903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=114270876376431903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/114270876376431903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/114270876376431903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2006/03/black-robber.html' title='Black Robber'/><author><name>krishna kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11464775547230305282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-114181734205632132</id><published>2006-03-08T16:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-08T16:59:02.136+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Questions and Answers about Health</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="direction: ltr"&gt;Q: I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong&lt;br&gt;life; is this true?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A: Your heart is only good for so many beats, and&lt;br&gt;that's it... don't waste them on exercise. Everything&lt;br&gt; wears out eventually. Speeding up your heart will not&lt;br&gt;make you live longer; that's like saying you can extend&lt;br&gt;the life of your car by driving it faster. Want to live&lt;br&gt;longer? Take a nap.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and &lt;br&gt;vegetables?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a&lt;br&gt;cow eat? Hay and corn. And what are these? Vegetables.&lt;br&gt;So a steak is nothing more than an efficient mechanism&lt;br&gt;of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain? &lt;br&gt;Eat chicken. Beef is also a good source of field grass&lt;br&gt;(green leafy vegetable). And a pork chop can give you&lt;br&gt;100% of your recommended daily allowance of vegetable&lt;br&gt;products.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A: No, not at all. Wine is made from fruit. Brandy is&lt;br&gt;distilled wine, that means they take the water out of&lt;br&gt;the fruity bit so you get even more of the goodness&lt;br&gt;that way. Beer is also made out of grain. Bottoms up! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A: Well, if you have a body and you have fat, your&lt;br&gt;ratio is one to one. If you have two bodies, your ratio&lt;br&gt;is two to one, etc.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in &lt;br&gt;a regular exercise program?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A: Can't think of a single one, sorry. My philosophy&lt;br&gt;is: No Pain...Good!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A: YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!!!. Foods are fried these days &lt;br&gt;in vegetable oil. In fact, they're permeated in it. How&lt;br&gt;could getting more vegetables be bad for you?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little&lt;br&gt;soft around the middle?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A: Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets &lt;br&gt;bigger. You should only be doing sit-ups if you want a&lt;br&gt;bigger stomach.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Q: Is chocolate bad for me?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A: Are you crazy? HELLO...... Cocoa beans! Another&lt;br&gt;vegetable!!! It's the best feel-good food around! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Q: Is swimming good for your figure?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A: If swimming is good for your figure, explain whales&lt;br&gt;to me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Q: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A: Hey! 'Round' is a shape!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you&lt;br&gt;may have had about food and diets.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-114181734205632132?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/114181734205632132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=114181734205632132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/114181734205632132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/114181734205632132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2006/03/questions-and-answers-about-health.html' title='Questions and Answers about Health'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-113947812332773118</id><published>2006-02-09T15:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:12:03.393+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friendships</title><content type='html'>Friendship Between Women:&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; A woman didn't come home one night. The next day she&lt;br&gt; told her husband that she had slept over at a&lt;br&gt; girlfriend's house. The man called his wife's 10 best&lt;br&gt; friends. None of them knew anything about it.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Friendship Between Men:&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; A man didn't come home one night. The next day he told&lt;br&gt; his wife that he had slept over at a buddy's house. The&lt;br&gt; woman called her husband's 10 best friends. Eight of&lt;br&gt; them confirmed that he had slept over, and two claimed&lt;br&gt; that he was still there.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-113947812332773118?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/113947812332773118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=113947812332773118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/113947812332773118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/113947812332773118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2006/02/friendships.html' title='Friendships'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-113169851010307573</id><published>2005-11-11T13:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-11T14:11:50.153+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Observation</title><content type='html'>VERY INTERESTING.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAR 1981&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. PRINCE CHARLES GOT MARRIED&lt;br /&gt;2. LIVERPOOL CROWNED CHAMPIONS OF EUROPE&lt;br /&gt;3. AUSTRALIA LOST THE ASHES&lt;br /&gt;4. POPE DIED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAR 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. PRINCE CHARLES GOT MARRIED&lt;br /&gt;2. LIVERPOOL CROWNED CHAMPIONS OF EUROPE&lt;br /&gt;3. AUSTRALIA LOST THE ASHES&lt;br /&gt;4. POPE DIED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN FUTURE, IF PRINCE CHARLES DECIDES TO RE-MARRY .... GOD BLESS THE POPE !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-113169851010307573?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/113169851010307573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=113169851010307573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/113169851010307573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/113169851010307573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2005/11/observation_11.html' title='Observation'/><author><name>krishna kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11464775547230305282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-113169677016884324</id><published>2005-11-11T13:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-11T13:42:50.190+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Observation</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;VERY  INTERESTING.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#444f75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(68, 79, 117); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAR  1981&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#444f75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(68, 79, 117); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#444f75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(68, 79, 117); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  PRINCE CHARLES GOT MARRIED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#444f75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(68, 79, 117); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#444f75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(68, 79, 117); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  LIVERPOOL CROWNED CHAMPIONS OF EUROPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#444f75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(68, 79, 117); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#444f75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(68, 79, 117); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  AUSTRALIA LOST THE  ASHES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#444f75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(68, 79, 117); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#444f75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(68, 79, 117); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  POPE DIED&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:\;font-size:\;color:\;"&gt;&lt;span style="\"&gt; \r\n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:\;font-size:\;color:\;"&gt;&lt;span style="\"&gt;&lt;br\&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:\;font-size:\;color:\;"&gt;&lt;span style="\"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAR \r\n2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:\;font-size:\;color:\;"&gt;&lt;span style="\"&gt; \r\n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b\&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:\;font-size:\;color:\;"&gt;&lt;span style="\"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. \r\nPRINCE CHARLES GOT MARRIED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:\;font-size:\;color:\;"&gt;&lt;span style="\"&gt; \r\n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:\;color:\;"&gt;&lt;span style="\"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. LIVERPOOL \r\nCROWNED CHAMPIONS OF EUROPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:\;font-size:\;color:\;"&gt;&lt;span style="\"&gt; \r\n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:\;font-size:\;color:\;"&gt;&lt;span style="\"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. \r\nAUSTRALIA LOST THE \r\nASHES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:\;font-size:\;color:\;"&gt;&lt;span style="\"&gt; \r\n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:\;font-size:\;color:\;"&gt;&lt;span style="\"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. \r\nPOPE DIED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:\;font-size:\;"&gt;&lt;span style="\"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:\;font-size:\;color:\;"&gt;&lt;span style="\"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN \r\nFUTURE, IF PRINCE CHARLES DECIDES TO RE-MARRY .... GOD BLESS THE POPE \r\n!!&lt;/strong\&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#444f75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(68, 79, 117); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#444f75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(68, 79, 117); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c00000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(192, 0, 0); font-family: Arial;"&gt;YEAR  2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c00000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(192, 0, 0); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c00000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(192, 0, 0); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  PRINCE CHARLES GOT MARRIED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c00000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(192, 0, 0); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c00000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(192, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. LIVERPOOL  CROWNED CHAMPIONS OF EUROPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c00000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(192, 0, 0); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c00000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(192, 0, 0); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  AUSTRALIA LOST THE  ASHES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c00000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(192, 0, 0); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c00000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(192, 0, 0); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  POPE DIED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#7f3f00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(127, 63, 0); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN  FUTURE, IF PRINCE CHARLES DECIDES TO RE-MARRY .... GOD BLESS THE POPE  !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","&lt;span style="font-family:\;font-size:\;"&gt;&lt;span style="\"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:\;font-size:\;"&gt;&lt;span style="\"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;\r\n\r\n",0] ); D(["ce"]); D(["ms","1f37"] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-113169677016884324?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/113169677016884324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=113169677016884324' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/113169677016884324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/113169677016884324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2005/11/observation.html' title='Observation'/><author><name>krishna kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11464775547230305282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-113155599664989113</id><published>2005-11-09T22:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-09T22:36:36.693+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Twelve Step Program</title><content type='html'>THE 12 STEP PROGRAM&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; The 12-Step Program for Web Addict Survivors - Join now&lt;br&gt; (Free Membership if you join within the next 30 days!)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 1) I will have a cup of coffee in the morning and read&lt;br&gt; my newspaper like I used to, before the Web.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 2) I will eat breakfast with a knife and fork and not&lt;br&gt; with one hand typing.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 3) I will get dressed before noon.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 4) I will make an attempt to clean the house, wash&lt;br&gt; clothes, and plan dinner before even thinking of the&lt;br&gt; Web.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 5) I will sit down and write a letter to those&lt;br&gt; unfortunate few friends and family that are Web-&lt;br&gt; deprived.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 6) I will call someone on the phone who I cannot&lt;br&gt; contact via the Web.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 7) I will read a book ... I think I still remember how.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 8) I will listen to those around me and their needs and&lt;br&gt; stop telling them to turn the TV down so I can hear the&lt;br&gt; music on the Web.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 9) I will not be tempted during TV commercials to check&lt;br&gt; for email.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 10) I will try and get out of the house at least once a&lt;br&gt; week, whether it is necessary or not.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 11) I will remember that my bank is not forgiving if I&lt;br&gt; forget to balance my checkbook because I was too busy&lt;br&gt; on the Web.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 12) Last, but not least, I will remember that I must go&lt;br&gt; to bed sometime ... and the Web will always be there&lt;br&gt; tomorrow! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-113155599664989113?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/113155599664989113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=113155599664989113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/113155599664989113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/113155599664989113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2005/11/twelve-step-program.html' title='The Twelve Step Program'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-113145732561165802</id><published>2005-11-08T19:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-08T19:12:05.656+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Oneliners from Maurizio</title><content type='html'>When I was crossing the border into Canada, they asked if I had any&lt;br&gt;firearms with me. I said, &amp;quot;What do you need?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;NASA reports that galaxies are speeding away from earth at 90,000 miles&lt;br&gt;a second. What do you suppose they know that we don't? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I asked my mailman why my letters were all wet... he said &amp;quot;postage&lt;br&gt;dew&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don't ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The only thing that wakes you up faster than coffee is spilled coffee. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Odd that when a house burns down, the only things left standing are the&lt;br&gt;chimney and the fireplace.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Only in America do we shop at places with limited parking, overpriced&lt;br&gt;items, and long lines and insultingly, call them convenience stores. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We're going to have a terrorist attack, but we don't know where or&lt;br&gt;when. I think you could say the same thing about tornadoes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went to see Pavarotti once and I'll tell you this much, he doesn't&lt;br&gt;like it when you join in. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;How dangerous could a fax be, if the pen is mightier than the sword and&lt;br&gt;a picture is worth a thousand words.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing,&lt;br&gt;the birds are singing and the lawn mower is broken. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-113145732561165802?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/113145732561165802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=113145732561165802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/113145732561165802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/113145732561165802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2005/11/oneliners-from-maurizio.html' title='Oneliners from Maurizio'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-113125563917209596</id><published>2005-11-06T11:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-06T11:10:39.186+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Jargon Generator</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you want to impress or confuse clients or Vice versa?.........use&lt;br /&gt;Techno vocabulary.. It can be called the "Buzzword" writing method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It  is simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three columns of words involved, as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0. Balanced                0. Management         0. contingency&lt;br /&gt;1. total              1. Organization       1. Hardware (or software)&lt;br /&gt;2. integrated      2. reciprocal            2. projection&lt;br /&gt;3. compatible     3. monitored           3. time-frame&lt;br /&gt;4. synchronized   4. digital                4. concept&lt;br /&gt;5. optimal          5. modular              5. programming&lt;br /&gt;6. responsive      6. transitional         6. mobility&lt;br /&gt;7. functional       7. Incremental        7. capability&lt;br /&gt;8. parallel          8. third-generation   8. flexibility&lt;br /&gt;9. systemized     9. policy                 9. options&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just select any three-digit number; then use the corresponding Buzzwords&lt;br /&gt;from the above grid, e.g., 257: "integrated modular capability".&lt;br /&gt;Don't  worry if it doesn't make sense to you; it  won't  mean anything&lt;br /&gt;to anyone else either, but they'll think you're  just  smarter than they&lt;br /&gt;are so they won't say anything!! ..&lt;br /&gt;You can propose "systemized reciprocal options" (929) to achieve&lt;br /&gt;"optimal transitional flexibility" (568), so that we can think  of  an&lt;br /&gt;"integrated monitored projection" ..............and your boss will  probably promote&lt;br /&gt;you or your customer will be blown away  with your technological&lt;br /&gt;superiority.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11464775547230305282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-113112655753230993</id><published>2005-11-04T22:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-04T23:19:17.556+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fun wid Unix</title><content type='html'>I haven't tried these yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;List of some actual "funny" responses from Unix when&lt;br /&gt;you mis-enter&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"appropriate"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;$ cat "food in cans"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;cat: can't open food in cans&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;$ nice man woman&lt;br /&gt;&gt;No manual entry for woman.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;$ rm God&lt;br /&gt;&gt;rm: God nonexistent&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;$ ar t God&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ar: God does not exist&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;$ ar r God&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ar: creating God&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;$ got a light?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;No match.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;$ man: why did you get a divorce?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;man:: Too many arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;$ !:say, what is saccharine?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Bad substitute.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;$ drink bottle: cannot open&lt;br /&gt;&gt;opener: not found&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-113112655753230993?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/113112655753230993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=113112655753230993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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said:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;I woke up one morning and all of&lt;br&gt;my stuff had been stolen.. and replaced by exact duplicates.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; His mind seems to see things differently than we do, to our&lt;br&gt;amazement and amusement.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here are some of his gems:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. I'd kill for a Nobel Peace Prize.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Borrow money from pessimists -- they don't expect it back. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Half the people you know are below average.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. 99% of lawyers give the rest a bad name.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. 42.7% of all statistics are made up on the spot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. A conscience is what hurts when all your other parts feel so good. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. If you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. All those who believe in psychokinesis, raise my hand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11. I almost had a psychic girlfriend, but she left me before we met.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12. OK, so what's the speed of dark?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;13. How do you tell when you're out of invisible ink?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;14. If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked &lt;br&gt;something.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;15. Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;16. When everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;17. Ambition is a poor excuse for not having enough sense to be lazy. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;18. Hard work pays off in the future, laziness pays off now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;19. I intend to live forever. So far, so good.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;20. If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;21. The sooner you fall behind, the more time you'll have to catch up. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;22. What happens if you get scared half to death twice?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;23. My mechanic told me, &amp;quot;I couldn't repair your brakes, so I made your horn&lt;br&gt;louder.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;24. Why do psychics have to ask you for your name? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;25. If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;26. The colder the x-ray table, the more of your body is required to&lt;br&gt;be on it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;27. Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;28. The hardness of the butter is proportional to the softness of the bread.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;29. To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism; to steal from many is&lt;br&gt;research.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;30. The problem with the gene pool is that there is no lifeguard. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-113076982700267131?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/113076982700267131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=113076982700267131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/113076982700267131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/113076982700267131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2005/10/steven-wright.html' title='Steven Wright'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-113052403100136821</id><published>2005-10-28T23:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-28T23:57:11.030+05:30</updated><title type='text'>More Laws</title><content type='html'>Agnes Allen's Law: Almost anything is easier to get&lt;br&gt;into than out of.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Army Laws: If it moves, salute it. If it doesn't move,&lt;br&gt;pick it up. If you can't pick it up, paint it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Barth's Distinction: There are two types of people: &lt;br&gt;those who divide people into two types, and those who&lt;br&gt;don't.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bartz's Law of Hokey Horsepuckery: The more ridiculous&lt;br&gt;a belief system, the higher the probability of its&lt;br&gt;success.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Baruch's Rule for Determining Old Age: Old age is &lt;br&gt;always fifteen years older than I am.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Basic Law of Construction: Cut it large and kick it&lt;br&gt;into place.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Becker's Law: It is much harder to find a job than to&lt;br&gt;keep one.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Benchley's Law: Anyone can do any amount of work, &lt;br&gt;provided it isn't the work he is supposed to be doing&lt;br&gt;at that moment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Berra's Law: You can observe a lot just by watching.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bicycle Law: All bicycles weigh 50 pounds: A 30-pound&lt;br&gt;bicycle needs a 20-pound lock and chain. A 40-pound &lt;br&gt;bicycle needs a 10-pound lock and chain. A 50-pound&lt;br&gt;bicycle needs no lock or chain.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Boling's Postulate: If you're feeling good, don't&lt;br&gt;worry. You'll get over it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bombeck's Rule of Medicine: Never go to a doctor whose &lt;br&gt;office plants have died.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Boren's Laws of the Bureaucracy: 1. When in doubt,&lt;br&gt;mumble. 2. When in trouble, delegate. 3. When in&lt;br&gt;charge, ponder.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Borstelmann's Rule: If everything seems to be coming&lt;br&gt; your way, you're probably in the wrong lane.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bralek's Rule for Success: Trust only those who stand&lt;br&gt;to lose as much as you do when things go wrong.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Brien's First Law: At some time in the life cycle of&lt;br&gt;virtually every organization, its ability to succeed in &lt;br&gt;spite of itself runs out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cannon's Comment: If you tell the boss you were late&lt;br&gt;for work because you had a flat tire, the next morning&lt;br&gt;you will have a flat tire.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Captain Penny's Law: You can fool all of the people &lt;br&gt;some of the time, and some of the people all of the&lt;br&gt;time, but you can't fool MOM.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cardinal Conundrum: An optimist believes we live in the&lt;br&gt;best of all possible worlds. A pessimist fears this is&lt;br&gt;true.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Character and Appearance Law: People don't change; they&lt;br&gt;only become more so.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Clarke's Law of Revolutionary Ideas: Every&lt;br&gt;revolutionary idea -- in Science, Politics, Art or&lt;br&gt;Whatever -- evokes three stages of reaction. They may &lt;br&gt;be summed up by the three phrases: 1. &amp;quot;It is completely&lt;br&gt;impossible -- don't waste my time.&amp;quot; 2. &amp;quot;It is possible,&lt;br&gt;but it is not worth doing.&amp;quot; 3. &amp;quot;I said it was a good&lt;br&gt;idea all along.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Clarke's Third Law: Any sufficiently advanced&lt;br&gt;technology is indistinguishable from magic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cleveland's Highway Law: Highways in the worst need of&lt;br&gt;repair naturally have low traffic counts, which results &lt;br&gt;in low priority for repair work.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Clyde's Law: If you have something to do, and you put&lt;br&gt;it off long enough, chances are someone else will do it&lt;br&gt;for you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cohen's Law of Wisdom: Wisdom is considered a sign of &lt;br&gt;weakness by the powerful because a wise man can lead&lt;br&gt;without power but only a powerful man can lead without&lt;br&gt;wisdom.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cole's Axiom: The sum of the intelligence on the planet&lt;br&gt;is a constant; the population is growing. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cole's Law: Thinly sliced cabbage.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Colvard's Logical Premise: All probabilities are 50%.&lt;br&gt;Either a thing will happen, or it won't.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Commoner's Three Laws of Ecology: 1. No action is&lt;br&gt;without side-effects. 2. Nothing ever goes away. 3. &lt;br&gt;There is no free lunch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cooper's Law: All machines are amplifiers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dieter's Law: The food that tastes the best has the&lt;br&gt;highest number of calories.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Displaced Hassle Principle: To beat the bureaucracy, &lt;br&gt;make your problem their problem.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ducharm's Axiom: If you view your problem closely&lt;br&gt;enough, you will recognize yourself as part of the&lt;br&gt;problem.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dykstra's Law: Everybody is somebody else's weirdo.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Edelstein's Advice: Don't worry over what other people&lt;br&gt;are thinking about you. They're too busy worrying over&lt;br&gt;what you are thinking about them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ehrlich's Rule: The first rule of intelligent tinkering&lt;br&gt;is to save all the parts. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ettorre's Observation: The other line moves faster.&lt;br&gt;Corollary: Don't try to change lines. The other line --&lt;br&gt;the one you were in originally -- will then move&lt;br&gt;faster.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Farber's Third Law: We're all going down the same road &lt;br&gt;in different directions&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Finagle's Laws of Information: 1. The information you&lt;br&gt;have is not what you want. 2. The information you want&lt;br&gt;is not what you need. 3. The information you need is&lt;br&gt;not what you can obtain. 4. The information you can &lt;br&gt;obtain costs more than you want to pay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Finnigan's Law: The farther away the future is, the&lt;br&gt;better it looks. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-113052403100136821?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/113052403100136821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=113052403100136821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/113052403100136821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/113052403100136821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2005/10/more-laws.html' title='More Laws'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-112784423338279913</id><published>2005-09-27T23:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-27T23:33:53.686+05:30</updated><title type='text'>India, an FAQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;To help the new wave of incoming students from India, here are the&lt;br /&gt;proper answers to awkward questions asked everyday:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Q. What does that red dot on women's forehead mean?&lt;br /&gt;A.&lt;br /&gt;1. Well, in ancient times, Indian men used to practice archery skills&lt;br /&gt;by target practicing by aiming at their wife's red dot. In fact, that&lt;br /&gt;is one of the reasons why they had many wives. You see, once they&lt;br /&gt;mastered the art of archery and hit the target....&lt;br /&gt;2. Each dot is unique. Since most indian women are very beautiful&lt;br /&gt;their husbands might be confused so they look at each dot to identify&lt;br /&gt;their wives. Also at night the dots will shine..like a flashlight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Q. You're from India? I have read so much about the country.All the&lt;br /&gt;wonderful places, the forests, the snake charmers, the elephants. Do&lt;br /&gt;you still use elephants for transportation?&lt;br /&gt;A. Absolutely. In fact we used to have our own elephant in our&lt;br /&gt;house.But later, we started participating in elephant-ride sharing&lt;br /&gt;schemes with our neighbors, to save the air.You see elephants have an&lt;br /&gt;"emissions" problem.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Q. Does India have cars?&lt;br /&gt;A.No.We ride elephants to work.The government is trying to encourage&lt;br /&gt;ride-sharing schemes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Q. Does India have TV?&lt;br /&gt;A. No. We only have cable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Q. Are all Indians vegetarian?&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes. Even tigers are vegetarian in India.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Q.How come you speak English so well?&lt;br /&gt;A. You see when the British were ruling India,they employed Indians as&lt;br /&gt;servants.It took too long for the Indians to learn English. So the&lt;br /&gt;British isolated an "English-language" gene and infused their&lt;br /&gt;servants' babies with it and since then all babies born are born&lt;br /&gt;speaking English.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Q. Are you a Hindi?&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes. I am spoken everyday in Northern India.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Q. Do you speak Hindu?&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes, I also speak Jewish, Islam and Christianity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Q. Is it true that everyone there is very corrupt?&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes, in fact, I had to bribe my parents so that they would let me&lt;br /&gt;go to school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Q. India is very hot, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;A. It is so hot there that all the water boils spontaneously. That is&lt;br /&gt;why tea is such a popular drink in India.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Q. Are there any business companies in India?&lt;br /&gt;A. No. All Indians live on the Gandhian prinicples of&lt;br /&gt;self-sufficiency. We all make our own clothes and grow our own&lt;br /&gt;food.That is why you see all these thin skinny Indians -- it is is a&lt;br /&gt;lot of hard work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Q. Do you have Coca-Cola in India?&lt;br /&gt;A. It was first made out of coconut...in india. But Indians didn't&lt;br /&gt;like it much. So the Americans bought it and named it coke (from&lt;br /&gt;coconut).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Q. India is such a religious place.Do you meditate regularly?&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes, sometimes I meditate for weeks without food and drink.But it&lt;br /&gt;is difficult to keep my job, because I have to miss work when I&lt;br /&gt;meditate like that. But the bosses there do the same thing. That is&lt;br /&gt;why things are so inefficient there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Q. I saw on TV that people there walk on burning coals. Why do they do that?&lt;br /&gt;A. We don't have shoes.So we burn the botton of our feet to make it&lt;br /&gt;hard so that we can walk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Q. Why do you sometimes wear Indian clothes to work?&lt;br /&gt;A. I prefer it to coming naked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-112784423338279913?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/112784423338279913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=112784423338279913' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/112784423338279913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/112784423338279913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2005/09/india-faq.html' title='India, an FAQ'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-112747432079355488</id><published>2005-09-23T16:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-23T16:48:40.800+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life's Instruction Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","&gt; later.\r\n&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Make someone\'s day by paying the toll for the person&lt;br /&gt;&gt; in the car behind&lt;br /&gt;&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Become someone\'s hero.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Marry only for love.\r\n&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Count your blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Compliment the meal when you\'re a guest in someone\'s&lt;br /&gt;&gt; home.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Wave at the children on a school bus.\r\n&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Remember that 80 per cent of the success in any job&lt;br /&gt;&gt; is based on your&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ability to deal with people.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Don\'t expect life to be fair.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;\r\n&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Giri&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ------------------------------&lt;wbr\&gt;---&lt;br\&gt;&gt;  Yahoo! India Matrimony: Find your partner now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;wbr&gt;____\r\n&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo! Mail - PC Magazine Editors\' Choice 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="\" target="\" onclick="\"&gt;http://mail.yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\r\n\r\n",0] ); D(["ce"]); D(["ms","16bc"] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;Even at the risk of sounding corny, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Have a firm handshake.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Look people in the eye.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Sing in the shower.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Own a great stereo system.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;If in a fight, hit first and hit hard.   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Keep secrets.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Never give up on anybody. Miracles happen everyday.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Always accept an outstretched hand.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Be brave. Even if you're not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Whistle.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Avoid sarcastic remarks.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Choose your life's mate carefully. From this one  decision will come 90  per cent of all your happiness or misery.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Make it a habit to do nice things for people who will never find out.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Lend only those books you never care to see again.   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Never deprive someone of hope; it might be all that they have.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; When playing games with ! children, let them win.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Give people a second chance, but not a third.   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Be romantic.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Become the most positive and enthusiastic person you&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;know.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Loosen up. Relax. Except for rare life-and-death matters, nothing is  as important as it first seems.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Don't allow the phone to interrupt important  moments. It's there for your convenience, not the caller's.   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Be a good loser.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Be a good winner.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Think twice before burdening a friend with a secret.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; When someone hugs you, let them be the first to let go.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Be modest. A lot was accomplished before you were born.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Keep it simple.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Beware of the person who has nothing to lose.   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Don't burn bridges. You'll be surprised how many times you have to cross the same river.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Live your life so that your epitaph could read, No Regrets&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Be bold and courageous. When you look back on life, you'll regret thethings you didn't do more than the one's you did.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Never waste an opportunity to tell someone you love them.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Remember no one makes it alone. Have a grateful heart and be quick to acknowledge those who helped you.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Take charge of your attitude. Don't let someone else choose it for you.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Visit friends and relatives when they are in hospital; you need only stay a few minutes.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Begin each day with some of your favorite music.   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Once in a while, take the scenic route.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Send a lot of Valentine cards. Sign them, 'Someone who thinks you're terrific.'&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Answer the phone with enthusiasm and energy in your voice.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Keep a note pad and pencil on your bed-side table. Million-dollar ideas sometimes strike at 3 a.m .&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Show respect for everyone who works for a living, regardless of how trivial their job.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Send your loved ones flowers. Think of a reason later. &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Make someone's day by paying the toll for the person in the car behind you.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Become someone's hero.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Marry only for love.   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Count your blessings.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Compliment the meal when you're a guest in someone's home.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Wave at the children on a school bus.   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Remember that 80 per cent of the success in any job is based on your ability to deal with people.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Don't expect life to be fair.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-112747432079355488?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/112747432079355488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=112747432079355488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/112747432079355488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/112747432079355488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2005/09/lifes-instruction-book.html' title='Life&apos;s Instruction Book'/><author><name>krishna kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11464775547230305282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-112730740411521778</id><published>2005-09-21T18:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-21T18:33:25.546+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some furniture, this is</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV id=idOWAReplyText36265 dir=ltr&gt; &lt;DIV dir=ltr&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;Jeff Green is a 32 year old American, in Arizona ,  whose wife passed away.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Due to the grief he suffered at her death, he did  something totally out of character for a normal and sane person.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;He said,  "I could no longer take the pain that my wife's death caused me and so I brought  her back home."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;His wife, Lucy, was born with a heart condition that cut  her life short at the young age of 29. Lucy's last words to Jeff were, "We will  meet again in heaven.", but these words were of no consolation in Jeff's  despair.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;At the funeral, in an act of desperation, Jeff decided that he  would not let Lucy leave him.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"I called the cemetery caretaker and  explained my feelings." he said later, "I spoke with the authorities and got  special permission to take my wife home with me.&amp;nbsp; They thought it strange,  but I was allowed to take her with me.&amp;nbsp; I'd rather have her at home than  six feet under ground.&amp;nbsp; Lucy had a great sense of humour and I'm sure she  would appreciate being my coffee table."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Jeff ordered a special  hermetically sealed glass case that eliminates the decomposition of a dead  body.&amp;nbsp; "It cost me about $6,000.00, but it was worth it."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Some of  his friends and relatives, filled with fear, stopped visiting him, but his true  friends respected his decision and continue coming over.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Some even  comment that it makes a nice piece of  furniture.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img235.imageshack.us/my.php?image=att4565227ze.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img235.imageshack.us/img235/3069/att4565227ze.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-112730740411521778?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/112730740411521778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=112730740411521778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/112730740411521778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/112730740411521778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-furniture-this-is.html' title='Some furniture, this is'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-112607815726384436</id><published>2005-09-07T12:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-07T12:59:17.940+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Know about yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;tt&gt;Check this out.... It Really Worked with me.... Will&lt;br&gt;work with u too...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here you have a great chance to know about yourself&lt;br&gt;like your&amp;nbsp; character etc. without spending any money.&lt;br&gt;This test was devised by oxford university. It tells &lt;br&gt;about your personality just by your choice. So know&lt;br&gt;yourself&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; enjoy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here it is.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Imagine you walked into a small hut by the river in&lt;br&gt;the jungle. You&amp;nbsp; pushed open the door, in front of you&lt;br&gt; were 7 small beds to the right of the hut,and another&lt;br&gt;7 small chairs surrounding a small round table. In the&lt;br&gt;middle of the table was a round food tray with 5 kinds&lt;br&gt;of fruit&amp;nbsp; in it.&lt;br&gt;There are:&lt;br&gt;a. Apple&lt;br&gt;b. Banana  &lt;br&gt;c. Strawberry &lt;br&gt;d. Peach &lt;br&gt;e. Orange &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which fruit will u choose?&lt;br&gt;Your choice reveals about u! Pls be very Honest to&lt;br&gt;yourself.....&lt;br&gt;&amp;amp; Now scroll down for results:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;...................&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;......................&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;.................................... &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;....................................  &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;.................................... &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;....................................  &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;.................................... &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;......................... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;............................&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.....................................&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;............................................... &lt;br&gt;TEST RESULTS:&lt;br&gt;Here are the results.&lt;br&gt;---------------------------&lt;br&gt;a. if you chosen apple: that means you are a person&lt;br&gt;who loves to eat&amp;nbsp; Apple&lt;br&gt;b. if you chosen banana: that means you are a person&lt;br&gt;who loves&amp;nbsp; to eat Banana &lt;br&gt;c. if you chosen strawberry: that means you are a&lt;br&gt;person who loves to eat Strawberry&lt;br&gt;d. if you chosen peach: that means you are a person&lt;br&gt;who loves to eat&amp;nbsp; Peach &lt;br&gt;e. if you chosen orange: that means you are&amp;nbsp; person &lt;br&gt;who loves to&amp;nbsp; eat Orange &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mine was STRAWBERRY!!! ;)&lt;/tt&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-112607815726384436?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/112607815726384436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=112607815726384436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/112607815726384436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/112607815726384436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2005/09/know-about-yourself.html' title='Know about yourself'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-112509051320014218</id><published>2005-08-27T02:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-27T02:38:33.250+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A kiss for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;tt&gt;Bush, Manmohan, Aishwarya rai and Sonia are travelling&lt;br&gt;in a train. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The train goes through a tunnel and it gets completely&lt;br&gt;dark. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Suddenlythere is a kissing sound and then a slap! The&lt;br&gt;train comes  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;out of the tunnel. The women and Manmohan are sitting&lt;br&gt;there looking &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;perplexed. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bush is bent over holding his face, which is red from&lt;br&gt;an apparent &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;slap. All of them remain diplomatic and nobody says &lt;br&gt;anything.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sonia is thinking:&lt;br&gt;These Americans are all crazy after Aishwarya. Bush&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;must have tried to kiss her in the tunnel. Very proper&lt;br&gt;that she slapped him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aishwarya is thinking:&lt;br&gt;Bush must have tried to kiss me but kissed Sonia &lt;br&gt;instead and got slapped.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; Bush is thinking: &lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; Damn it. Manmohan must have tried to kiss Aishwarya.&lt;br&gt;She might have thought it was me and slapped me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Manmohan is thinking:&lt;br&gt;if t his train goes through another tunnel I will make &lt;br&gt;another kissing sound and slap Bush again &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;br&gt;Do You Yahoo!?&lt;br&gt;Tired of spam?&amp;nbsp; Yahoo! 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This&lt;br /&gt;should klear up &lt;br /&gt;konfusion, and keyboards kan have one less letter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond&lt;br /&gt;year when the &lt;br /&gt;troublesome "ph" will be replaced with "f". This will&lt;br /&gt;make words &lt;br /&gt;like fotograf 20% shorter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling&lt;br /&gt;kan be &lt;br /&gt;expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated&lt;br /&gt;changes are &lt;br /&gt;possible. Governments will enkourage the removal of&lt;br /&gt;double letters &lt;br /&gt;which have always ben a deterent to akurate speling.&lt;br /&gt;Also, al wil agre that the horibl mes of the silent&lt;br /&gt;"e" in the &lt;br /&gt;languag is disgrasful and it should go away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;By the 4th yer people wil be reseptiv to steps such as&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;replasing "th" with "z" and "w" with "v".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;During ze fifz yer, ze unesesary "o" kan be dropd from&lt;br /&gt;vords &lt;br /&gt;kontaining "ou" and after ziz fifz yer, ve vil hav a&lt;br /&gt;reil sensibl &lt;br /&gt;riten styl.&lt;br /&gt;Zer vil be no mor trubl or difikultis and evrivun vil&lt;br /&gt;find it ezi tu &lt;br /&gt;understand ech oza. Ze drem of a united urop vil&lt;br /&gt;finali kum tru.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Und efter ze fifz yer, ve vil al be speking German&lt;br /&gt;like zey vunted &lt;br /&gt;in ze forst plas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Check out Yahoo! India Rakhi Special for Rakhi shopping, contests and&lt;br /&gt;lots more.&lt;br /&gt;http://in.promos.yahoo.com/rakhi/index.html &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;-- &lt;br /&gt;http://sidscool.blogspot.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;"If you ar not having fun, you are not doing it right."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-112507797526276052?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/112507797526276052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=112507797526276052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/112507797526276052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/112507797526276052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2005/08/euro-english.html' title='Euro English'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-112323463603341375</id><published>2005-08-05T15:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-05T15:07:16.040+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Insurance Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Possibly the funniest story in a long while,this is a bricklayer's&lt;br /&gt;accident report, which was printed in&lt;br /&gt;the newsletter of the American Insurance Journal. This is a true story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had this guy died,he'd have received a Darwin Award for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am writing in response to your request for additional information&lt;br /&gt;in Block 3 of the accident report form.I put "poor planning" as the&lt;br /&gt;cause of my accident.You asked for a fuller explanation and I&lt;br /&gt;trust the following details will be sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alone on the roof of a new six-story building. When I completed&lt;br /&gt;my work,I found that I had some bricks left over which,when weighed&lt;br /&gt;later,were found to be slightly more than 500 lbs.Rather than carry&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;bricks down by hand, I decided to lower them in a barrel by using a&lt;br /&gt;pulley,which was attached to the side of the building on the sixth&lt;br /&gt;floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Securing the rope at ground level,I went up to the roof,swung the&lt;br /&gt;barrel out and loaded the bricks into it.Then I went down and untied&lt;br /&gt;the rope,holding it tightly to ensure a slow descent of the bricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will note in Block 11 of the accident report form, that I weigh 135 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my surprise at being jerked off the ground so suddenly,I lost&lt;br /&gt;my presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope.Needless to say,I&lt;br /&gt;proceeded at a rapid rate up the side of the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the vicinity of the third floor,I met the barrel, which was now&lt;br /&gt;proceeding downward at an equally impressive speed.This explains the&lt;br /&gt;fractured skull, minor abrasions and the broken collarbone, as listed&lt;br /&gt;in section 3 of! the accident report form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowed down slightly,I continued my rapid ascent,not stopping until&lt;br /&gt;the fingers on my right hand were two knuckles deep into the&lt;br /&gt;pulley.Fortunately by this time I had regained my presence of mind and&lt;br /&gt;was able to hold tightly to the rope, in spite of beginning to&lt;br /&gt;experience a great deal of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At approximately the same time,however,the barrel of bricks hit the&lt;br /&gt;ground and the bottom fell out of the barrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now devoid of the weight of the bricks,that barrel weighed approximately 50lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refer you again to my weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can imagine,I began a rapid descent,down the side of the&lt;br /&gt;building.In the vicinity of the third floor,I met the barrel coming&lt;br /&gt;up.This accounts for the two fractured ankles,broken tooth and several&lt;br /&gt;lacerations of my legs and lower body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here my luck began to change slightly.The encounter with the barrel&lt;br /&gt;seemed to slow me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell into the&lt;br /&gt;pile of bricks and fortunately,only three vertebrae were cracked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry to report,however,as I lay there on the pile of bricks,in&lt;br /&gt;pain, unable to move, I again lost my composure and presence of mind&lt;br /&gt;and let go of the rope and I lay there watching the empty barrel&lt;br /&gt;beginning its journey back down onto me. This explains the two broken legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this answers your questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-112323463603341375?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/112323463603341375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=112323463603341375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/112323463603341375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/112323463603341375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2005/08/insurance-report_05.html' title='Insurance Report'/><author><name>krishna kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11464775547230305282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-112284406442428893</id><published>2005-08-01T02:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-01T02:37:44.483+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Management Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I normally let any kind of preaching forwards just pass, but this one&lt;br /&gt;is just too good.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;A young executive was leaving the office at 6 p.m. when he found the&lt;br /&gt;CEO standing in front of a shredder with a piece of paper in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;"Listen," said the CEO, "this is a very sensitive and important&lt;br /&gt;document, and my secretary has left. Can you make this thing work?"&lt;br /&gt;"Certainly," said the young executive. He turned the machine on,&lt;br /&gt;inserted the paper, and pressed the start button. "Excellent,&lt;br /&gt;excellent!" said the CEO as his paper disappeared inside the machine.&lt;br /&gt;"I just need one copy."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Lesson I - Never, never assume that your BOSS knows everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;*******************************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;A crusty old man walks into a bank and says to the teller at the window:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;"I want to open a damn checking account." To which the astonished&lt;br /&gt;woman replies:&lt;br /&gt;"I beg your pardon, sir; I must have misunderstood you. What did you say?"&lt;br /&gt;"Listen up bitch! I said, I want to open a damn checking account right now!" &lt;br /&gt;"I'm very sorry sir, but we do not tolerate that kind of language in&lt;br /&gt;this bank."&lt;br /&gt;Having said this, the teller leaves the window and goes over to the&lt;br /&gt;bank manager to tell him about her problem customer.&lt;br /&gt;They both return and the manager asks the old geezer: "What seems to&lt;br /&gt;be the problem here?"&lt;br /&gt;"There's no damn problem, sonny," the elderly man says. &lt;br /&gt;"I just won 50 million bucks in the damn lottery and I want to open a&lt;br /&gt;damn checking account in this damn bank!"&lt;br /&gt;"I see," says the manager thoughtfully. "And you're saying that this&lt;br /&gt;bitch here is giving you a hard time?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Lesson II - If you are RICH, you can get away with almost anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;*******************************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;An American and a Japanese were sitting on the plane on the way to LA&lt;br /&gt;when the American turned to the Japanese and asked, "What kind of ese&lt;br /&gt;are you?" Confused, the Japanese replied, "Sorry but I don't&lt;br /&gt;understand what you mean."&lt;br /&gt;The American repeated, "What kind of -ese are you?" Again, the&lt;br /&gt;Japanese was confused over the question.&lt;br /&gt;The American, now irritated, then yelled, "What kind of -ese are&lt;br /&gt;you...Are you a Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese!, etc......???"&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese then replied, "Oh, I am  a Japanese." &lt;br /&gt;A while later the Japanese turned to the American and asked What kind&lt;br /&gt;of 'key' was he.&lt;br /&gt;The American, frustrated, yelled, "What do you mean what kind of '-key' am I?!" &lt;br /&gt;The Japanese said, "Are you a Yankee, donkee, or monkee?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lesson III - Never insult anyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;*******************************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;There were these 4 guys, a Russian, a German, a British and a French,&lt;br /&gt;who found this small genie bottle.&lt;br /&gt;When they rubbed the bottle, a genie appeared.  Thankful that the 4&lt;br /&gt;guys had released him out of the bottle, he said,&lt;br /&gt;"Next to you all are 4 swimming pools, I will give each of you a wish. &lt;br /&gt;When you run towards the pool and jump, you shout what you want the&lt;br /&gt;pool of water to become, then your wish will come true."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The French wanted to start. He ran towards the pool, jumped and shouted "WINE". &lt;br /&gt;The pool immediately changed into a pool of wine. The Frenchman was so&lt;br /&gt;happy swimming and drinking from the pool.&lt;br /&gt;Next is the Russian's turn, he did the same and shouted," VODKA" and&lt;br /&gt;immersed himself into a pool of vodka.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;The German was next and he jumped and shouted, "BEER". He was so&lt;br /&gt;contented with his beer pool.&lt;br /&gt;The last is the British. He was running towards the pool when suddenly&lt;br /&gt;he steps on a banana peel.&lt;br /&gt;He slipped towards the pool and shouted, SHIT!!!!!!!........."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lesson IV - Think twice before you say something, because sometimes&lt;br /&gt;what you say accidentally does happen.&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;A  junior manager, a senior manager and their boss are on their way to&lt;br /&gt;a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;On their way through a park, they come across a wonder lamp. They rub&lt;br /&gt;the lamp and a ghost appears.&lt;br /&gt;The ghost says, "Normally, one is granted three wishes but as you are&lt;br /&gt;three, I will allow one wish each"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So the eager senior manager shouted, I want the first wish. I want to&lt;br /&gt;be in the Bahamas, on a fast boat and have no worries.&lt;br /&gt;"Pfufffff, and he was gone. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now the junior manager could not keep quiet and shouted " I want to be&lt;br /&gt;in Florida with beautiful girls, plenty of food and cocktails.&lt;br /&gt;"Pfufffff, and he was also gone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The boss calmly said, "I want these two idiots back in the office after lunch"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lesson V-   "Always allow the bosses to speak first"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-112284406442428893?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/112284406442428893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=112284406442428893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/112284406442428893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/112284406442428893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2005/08/management-lessons.html' title='Management Lessons'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-112228426695544955</id><published>2005-07-25T15:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-25T15:07:46.963+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Letter to dad</title><content type='html'>A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see the bed was&lt;br&gt;nicely made and everything was picked up. Then he saw an envelope&lt;br&gt;propped up prominently on the center of the bed. It was addressed, &amp;quot;Dad&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;With the premonition, he opened the envelope and read the The&lt;br&gt;letter.......&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dear Dad, It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had&lt;br&gt;to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with &lt;br&gt;mom and you.I've been finding real passion with Joan and she is so&lt;br&gt;nice-even with all her piercing, tattoos, and her tight Motorcycle&lt;br&gt;clothes. But it's not only he passion dad, she's pregnant and Joan said&lt;br&gt;that we will be very happy. Even though you don't care for her as she is &lt;br&gt;so much older than I, she already owns a trailer in the woods and has a&lt;br&gt;stack of firewood for the whole winter. She wants to have many more&lt;br&gt;children with me and that's now one of my dreams too.Joan taught me that &lt;br&gt;marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone and we'll be growing it for us and&lt;br&gt;trading it with her friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In&lt;br&gt;the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Joan &lt;br&gt;can get better; she sure deserves it!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don't worry Dad, I'm 15 years old now and I know Someday I'm sure we'll&lt;br&gt;be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.&lt;br&gt;Your son, John&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at the neighbours house I &lt;br&gt;just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the&lt;br&gt;report card that's in my desk centre drawer. I love you! Call when it is&lt;br&gt;safe for me to come home. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-112228426695544955?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/112228426695544955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=112228426695544955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/112228426695544955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/112228426695544955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2005/07/letter-to-dad.html' title='Letter to dad'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-111976243667216454</id><published>2005-06-26T10:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-26T10:39:48.786+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A grad-student emotion check-list</title><content type='html'>6:30am  Wakeup and lie awake in Bed&lt;br /&gt; 6:31    Realize you spent $18 on last night's dinner, means no eating out for the next 6 weeks&lt;br /&gt; 6:32    Hit snooze button.  Go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;7:00    Wake up suddenly with heart in mouth when you realize you didn't hit the snooze button--you turned it off.&lt;br /&gt; 7:01    fall asleep again.&lt;br /&gt; 7:44    Wake up with heart in mouth again.&lt;br /&gt; 7:45    Ready to go to school, will shave tommorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         will eat early brunch at&lt;br /&gt;         (Denny's/Penny's/Lenny's/Dinko &lt;div id="mb_0"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;'s whatever&lt;br /&gt;       cafeteria).&lt;br /&gt;8:03    Arrive at school&lt;br /&gt;       Realize your foreign officemate arrived&lt;br /&gt;       earlier today  must have got more work done&lt;br /&gt;8:04    Pass by Advisor's office, chat with&lt;br /&gt;Secretary&lt;br /&gt;       to find out if he is&lt;br /&gt;       coming in today. He is, darn.&lt;br /&gt;       Need to start work on the draft due this&lt;br /&gt;       afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;8:15    Read electronic mail&lt;br /&gt;8:20    Delete mail from students taking CMPSC201&lt;br /&gt;       regarding questions&lt;br /&gt;       about the class.&lt;br /&gt;       Hate your TA job.&lt;br /&gt;       Depression: too much work to do today&lt;br /&gt;9:00    For jumpstart: go to Pepsi machine.&lt;br /&gt;9:05    Kick Pepsi machine; promise yourself to call&lt;br /&gt;          up the company          and ask for your money back.          Wonder why they would beleive you.  &lt;br /&gt;9:33    Start printing out loads of stuff that may&lt;br /&gt;be&lt;br /&gt;       vaguely related to your work.&lt;br /&gt;9:41    Early morning stupefaction.&lt;br /&gt;       Mutter racist comments to yourself about&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;       officemate.&lt;br /&gt;9:43    Curse your officemate in a low tone he would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       not comprehend.Feel good about him not&lt;br /&gt;       grasping English well.&lt;br /&gt;9:58    Finger everyone in the department and most&lt;br /&gt;       people half way&lt;br /&gt;       around the world (using the "finger"&lt;br /&gt;command,&lt;br /&gt;       of course)&lt;br /&gt;10:19   Feel sleepy, should not have stayed late&lt;br /&gt;       playing tetris last night.&lt;br /&gt;10:31   momentary panic attack!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;10:43   edit .plan file. write a shell program to&lt;br /&gt;       edit .plan more easily&lt;br /&gt;10:59   Drop in at advisor's office and borrow&lt;br /&gt;       something you dont need&lt;br /&gt;       &amp; and kinda make him aware you are working&lt;br /&gt;       hard on your project.&lt;br /&gt;11:05   perverted daydreams&lt;br /&gt;11:11   read electronic news&lt;br /&gt;       mid-morning yawn time&lt;br /&gt;11:34   Start typing junk at a very high key-in rate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       to pretend&lt;br /&gt;       you are working hard as your advisor passes&lt;br /&gt;       by from outside.&lt;br /&gt;11:35   Press the BackSpace key for one and a half&lt;br /&gt;         minute until all          the garbage you typed in is erased.          Realize that you can type more than 256          characters per half minute  11:41   Flirt with the new girl in the department  11:45   Print out some slides for afternoon\'s draft +          presentation  11:47   Print them again, you forgot to change the          date from last          presentation  11:49   Print another copy in case this one gets lost  11:51   Completely forget about sueing the          coffee-machine company  12:15   Hunger pangs:  12:20   BigMac/Fries time          Drink a not-so-cold generic can of cola from           your desk.          Ch-Ching, you just saved 35 cents by buying          bulk cola.  1:00    Group Meeting with advisor  1:14    sudden awareness of one\'s shallowness          resentment towards foriegn officemate for          sucking up to your advisor          Get reminded by your advisor that you need to          do some more work          for your literature survey.  1:51    Advisor hands you the reddened copy of your          draft for corrections  1:51:02 The 49 second urge to murder advisor begins!!  1:51:52 Realize that he controls your          assistantship/grade/          graduation possiblity/graduation date/all job          opportunities/ and the rest of your life.           minute until all&lt;br /&gt;       the garbage you typed in is erased.&lt;br /&gt;       Realize that you can type more than 256&lt;br /&gt;       characters per half minute&lt;br /&gt;11:41   Flirt with the new girl in the department&lt;br /&gt;11:45   Print out some slides for afternoon's draft&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;       presentation&lt;br /&gt;11:47   Print them again, you forgot to change the&lt;br /&gt;       date from last&lt;br /&gt;       presentation&lt;br /&gt;11:49   Print another copy in case this one gets&lt;br /&gt;lost&lt;br /&gt;11:51   Completely forget about sueing the&lt;br /&gt;       coffee-machine company&lt;br /&gt;12:15   Hunger pangs:&lt;br /&gt;12:20   BigMac/Fries time&lt;br /&gt;       Drink a not-so-cold generic can of cola from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       your desk.&lt;br /&gt;       Ch-Ching, you just saved 35 cents by buying&lt;br /&gt;       bulk cola.&lt;br /&gt;1:00    Group Meeting with advisor&lt;br /&gt;1:14    sudden awareness of one's shallowness&lt;br /&gt;       resentment towards foriegn officemate for&lt;br /&gt;       sucking up to your advisor&lt;br /&gt;       Get reminded by your advisor that you need&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;       do some more work&lt;br /&gt;       for your literature survey.&lt;br /&gt;1:51    Advisor hands you the reddened copy of your&lt;br /&gt;       draft for corrections&lt;br /&gt;1:51:02 The 49 second urge to murder advisor&lt;br /&gt;begins!!&lt;br /&gt;1:51:52 Realize that he controls your&lt;br /&gt;       assistantship/grade/&lt;br /&gt;       graduation possiblity/graduation date/all&lt;br /&gt;job&lt;br /&gt;       opportunities/ and the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","  1:52:53 Thank him  1:52:54 Thank yourself for not saying something          stupid to your advisor.  1:53:00 splitting headache #1  1:59  Check electronic mail, don\'t reply though, you         are too busy to do that  2:06  More generic cola  2:17  Oh No, it is my turn to cook tonite :-(  2:30  Sit through the class you were told to sit        through  2:39  Look outside the window make unrealistic plans         to quit        this degree program and take up a job.        Wonder why blonde girls are so pretty.  2:48  More perverted day-dreams.        Close the office door and open a few .gif        files.        sharpen pencil  3:06  worry about never graduating        time to write a letter--NOT!  no time for that.        rearrange desk        call up bank; see if you have any money        fear of losing aid next Fall        Read latex manuals to figure out how to put        &amp;$%&amp;% in %$^% format  3:43  watch the clock        make plans to do a all-nighter tonite        Vow to watch only 2 TV programs  4:58  Notice Advisor leave  4:58:01      Sudden sense of freedom               Go home for quick, short dinner break.  9:00pm Come into the office  9:01pm The hard working grad student you are, you         have to come to the         office late at night to &amp;quot;get the work done&amp;quot;  9:03  Check electronic mail ",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  1:52:53 Thank him&lt;br /&gt;1:52:54 Thank yourself for not saying something&lt;br /&gt;       stupid to your advisor.&lt;br /&gt;1:53:00 splitting headache #1&lt;br /&gt;1:59  Check electronic mail, don't reply though, you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     are too busy to do that&lt;br /&gt;2:06  More generic cola&lt;br /&gt;2:17  Oh No, it is my turn to cook tonite :-(&lt;br /&gt;2:30  Sit through the class you were told to sit&lt;br /&gt;     through&lt;br /&gt;2:39  Look outside the window make unrealistic plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     to quit&lt;br /&gt;     this degree program and take up a job.&lt;br /&gt;     Wonder why blonde girls are so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;2:48  More perverted day-dreams.&lt;br /&gt;     Close the office door and open a few .gif&lt;br /&gt;     files.&lt;br /&gt;     sharpen pencil&lt;br /&gt;3:06  worry about never graduating&lt;br /&gt;     time to write a letter--NOT!  no time for&lt;br /&gt;that.&lt;br /&gt;     rearrange desk&lt;br /&gt;     call up bank; see if you have any money&lt;br /&gt;     fear of losing aid next Fall&lt;br /&gt;     Read latex manuals to figure out how to put&lt;br /&gt;     &amp;$%&amp;amp;% in %$^% format&lt;br /&gt;3:43  watch the clock&lt;br /&gt;     make plans to do a all-nighter tonite&lt;br /&gt;     Vow to watch only 2 TV programs&lt;br /&gt;4:58  Notice Advisor leave&lt;br /&gt;4:58:01      Sudden sense of freedom&lt;br /&gt;            Go home for quick, short dinner break.&lt;br /&gt;9:00pm Come into the office&lt;br /&gt;9:01pm The hard working grad student you are, you&lt;br /&gt;      have to come to the&lt;br /&gt;      office late at night to "get the work done"&lt;br /&gt;9:03  Check electronic mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","        Decide it would be a good time to attack those         ftp sites        since network wont be loaded        Run into &amp;quot;since network wont be loaded&amp;quot; traffic        and get the        pictures into your machine.        Compress all unwanted research/class        directories to make space.        Back up all your pictures  10:11 Admire pictures        Begin work; Realize you need references        Realize its too late today to go to the library        Sudden feeling of having wasted the day  10:49 Sudden feeling of possibly having to waste the         night        Decide to turn in early and come back very        early tommorrow morning        Decide to play a Tetris on the system to put        yourself in a good mood.  11:15 Play game after game after game to improve your        score and get on the scoreboard.        Realize that your officemate is still at number        6, two notches  above you on the scoreboard.  12:20 Play until you beat your officemate into the        7th place.        A sense of achievment!! Yes, today was not        wasted!!        Return home to find your roommate watching        David Letterman reruns        on NBC.  Tell him about the &amp;quot;hard working grad         student day you had&amp;quot;        Discuss philosophy with roommate  1:09  Think about becoming a philosopher and dining ",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;        Decide it would be a good time to attack those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ftp sites&lt;br /&gt;     since network wont be loaded&lt;br /&gt;     Run into "since network wont be loaded"&lt;br /&gt;traffic&lt;br /&gt;     and get the&lt;br /&gt;     pictures into your machine.&lt;br /&gt;     Compress all unwanted research/class&lt;br /&gt;     directories to make space.&lt;br /&gt;     Back up all your pictures&lt;br /&gt;10:11 Admire pictures&lt;br /&gt;     Begin work; Realize you need references&lt;br /&gt;     Realize its too late today to go to the&lt;br /&gt;library&lt;br /&gt;     Sudden feeling of having wasted the day&lt;br /&gt;10:49 Sudden feeling of possibly having to waste the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     night&lt;br /&gt;     Decide to turn in early and come back very&lt;br /&gt;     early tommorrow morning&lt;br /&gt;     Decide to play a Tetris on the system to put&lt;br /&gt;     yourself in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;11:15 Play game after game after game to improve&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;     score and get on the scoreboard.&lt;br /&gt;     Realize that your officemate is still at&lt;br /&gt;number&lt;br /&gt;     6, two notches  above you on the scoreboard.&lt;br /&gt;12:20 Play until you beat your officemate into the&lt;br /&gt;     7th place.&lt;br /&gt;     A sense of achievment!! Yes, today was not&lt;br /&gt;     wasted!!&lt;br /&gt;     Return home to find your roommate watching&lt;br /&gt;     David Letterman reruns&lt;br /&gt;     on NBC.  Tell him about the "hard working grad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     student day you had"&lt;br /&gt;     Discuss philosophy with roommate&lt;br /&gt;1:09  Think about becoming a philosopher and dining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","        with 4 others        (The Dining Philosophers problem, hee hee :-)         (Comp Sci joke)        Argue with him about politics, why people        prefer Japanese        cars and whether it is better to set the heat        to &amp;quot;hot&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;cold&amp;quot;        to defrost the windshields faster.  1:49  Realize neither of you have bought milk today         Get reminded of the &amp;quot;too much milk problem&amp;quot;  2:04  Forget about getting up early. Turn the phone        ringer off and go to sleep.  (Repeat) ",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;        with 4 others&lt;br /&gt;     (The Dining Philosophers problem, hee hee :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     (Comp Sci joke)&lt;br /&gt;     Argue with him about politics, why people&lt;br /&gt;     prefer Japanese&lt;br /&gt;     cars and whether it is better to set the heat&lt;br /&gt;     to "hot" or "cold"&lt;br /&gt;     to defrost the windshields faster.&lt;br /&gt;1:49  Realize neither of you have bought milk today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Get reminded of the "too much milk problem"&lt;br /&gt;2:04  Forget about getting up early. Turn the phone&lt;br /&gt;     ringer off and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-111976243667216454?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/111976243667216454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=111976243667216454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/111976243667216454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/111976243667216454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2005/06/grad-student-emotion-check-list_26.html' title='A grad-student emotion check-list'/><author><name>krishna kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11464775547230305282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-111976223865150517</id><published>2005-06-26T10:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-26T10:33:58.680+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A grad-student emotion check-list</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  6:30am  Wakeup and lie awake in Bed&lt;br /&gt;  6:31    Realize you spent $18 on last night's dinner, means no eating out for the next 6 weeks&lt;br /&gt;  6:32    Hit snooze button.  Go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt; 7:00    Wake up suddenly with heart in mouth when you realize you didn't hit the snooze button--you turned it off.&lt;br /&gt;  7:01    fall asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;  7:44    Wake up with heart in mouth again.&lt;br /&gt; 7:45    Ready to go to school, will shave tommorrow, will eat early brunch at       (Denny's/Penny's/Lenny's/Dinko's whatever cafeteria).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="mb_0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  8:03    Arrive at school. Realize your foreign officemate arrived earlier today  must have got more work done&lt;br /&gt; 8:04    Pass by Advisor's office, chat with Secretary to find out if he is coming in today. He is, darn. Need to start work on the draft due this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;  8:15    Read electronic mail&lt;br /&gt;  8:20    Delete mail from students taking CMPSC201 regarding questions about the class. Hate your TA job.&lt;br /&gt;          Depression: too much work to do today&lt;br /&gt;  9:00    For jumpstart: go to Pepsi machine.&lt;br /&gt;  9:05    Kick Pepsi machine; promise yourself to call&lt;br /&gt;          up the company&lt;br /&gt;          and ask for your money back.&lt;br /&gt;          Wonder why they would beleive you.&lt;br /&gt;  9:33    Start printing out loads of stuff that may&lt;br /&gt;be&lt;br /&gt;          vaguely related to your work.&lt;br /&gt;  9:41    Early morning stupefaction.&lt;br /&gt;          Mutter racist comments to yourself about&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;          officemate.&lt;br /&gt;  9:43    Curse your officemate in a low tone he would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          not comprehend.Feel good about him not&lt;br /&gt;          grasping English well.&lt;br /&gt;  9:58    Finger everyone in the department and most&lt;br /&gt;          people half way&lt;br /&gt;          around the world (using the "finger"&lt;br /&gt;command,&lt;br /&gt;          of course)&lt;br /&gt;  10:19   Feel sleepy, should not have stayed late&lt;br /&gt;          playing tetris last night.&lt;br /&gt;  10:31   momentary panic attack!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;  10:43   edit .plan file. write a shell program to&lt;br /&gt;          edit .plan more easily&lt;br /&gt;  10:59   Drop in at advisor's office and borrow&lt;br /&gt;          something you dont need&lt;br /&gt;          &amp; and kinda make him aware you are working&lt;br /&gt;          hard on your project.&lt;br /&gt;  11:05   perverted daydreams&lt;br /&gt;  11:11   read electronic news&lt;br /&gt;          mid-morning yawn time&lt;br /&gt;  11:34   Start typing junk at a very high key-in rate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          to pretend&lt;br /&gt;          you are working hard as your advisor passes&lt;br /&gt;          by from outside.&lt;br /&gt;  11:35   Press the BackSpace key for one and a half&lt;br /&gt;          minute until all&lt;br /&gt;          the garbage you typed in is erased.&lt;br /&gt;          Realize that you can type more than 256&lt;br /&gt;          characters per half minute&lt;br /&gt;  11:41   Flirt with the new girl in the department&lt;br /&gt;  11:45   Print out some slides for afternoon's draft&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;          presentation&lt;br /&gt;  11:47   Print them again, you forgot to change the&lt;br /&gt;          date from last&lt;br /&gt;          presentation&lt;br /&gt;  11:49   Print another copy in case this one gets&lt;br /&gt;lost&lt;br /&gt;  11:51   Completely forget about sueing the&lt;br /&gt;          coffee-machine company&lt;br /&gt;  12:15   Hunger pangs:&lt;br /&gt;  12:20   BigMac/Fries time&lt;br /&gt;          Drink a not-so-cold generic can of cola from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          your desk.&lt;br /&gt;          Ch-Ching, you just saved 35 cents by buying&lt;br /&gt;          bulk cola.&lt;br /&gt;  1:00    Group Meeting with advisor&lt;br /&gt;  1:14    sudden awareness of one's shallowness&lt;br /&gt;          resentment towards foriegn officemate for&lt;br /&gt;          sucking up to your advisor&lt;br /&gt;          Get reminded by your advisor that you need&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;          do some more work&lt;br /&gt;          for your literature survey.&lt;br /&gt;  1:51    Advisor hands you the reddened copy of your&lt;br /&gt;          draft for corrections&lt;br /&gt;  1:51:02 The 49 second urge to murder advisor&lt;br /&gt;begins!!&lt;br /&gt;  1:51:52 Realize that he controls your&lt;br /&gt;          assistantship/grade/&lt;br /&gt;          graduation possiblity/graduation date/all&lt;br /&gt;job&lt;br /&gt;          opportunities/ and the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;  1:52:53 Thank him&lt;br /&gt;  1:52:54 Thank yourself for not saying something&lt;br /&gt;          stupid to your advisor.&lt;br /&gt;  1:53:00 splitting headache #1&lt;br /&gt;  1:59  Check electronic mail, don't reply though, you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        are too busy to do that&lt;br /&gt;  2:06  More generic cola&lt;br /&gt;  2:17  Oh No, it is my turn to cook tonite :-(&lt;br /&gt;  2:30  Sit through the class you were told to sit&lt;br /&gt;        through&lt;br /&gt;  2:39  Look outside the window make unrealistic plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        to quit&lt;br /&gt;        this degree program and take up a job.&lt;br /&gt;        Wonder why blonde girls are so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;  2:48  More perverted day-dreams.&lt;br /&gt;        Close the office door and open a few .gif&lt;br /&gt;        files.&lt;br /&gt;        sharpen pencil&lt;br /&gt;  3:06  worry about never graduating&lt;br /&gt;        time to write a letter--NOT!  no time for&lt;br /&gt;that.&lt;br /&gt;        rearrange desk&lt;br /&gt;        call up bank; see if you have any money&lt;br /&gt;        fear of losing aid next Fall&lt;br /&gt;        Read latex manuals to figure out how to put&lt;br /&gt;        &amp;$%&amp;amp;% in %$^% format&lt;br /&gt;  3:43  watch the clock&lt;br /&gt;        make plans to do a all-nighter tonite&lt;br /&gt;        Vow to watch only 2 TV programs&lt;br /&gt;  4:58  Notice Advisor leave&lt;br /&gt;  4:58:01      Sudden sense of freedom&lt;br /&gt;               Go home for quick, short dinner break.&lt;br /&gt;  9:00pm Come into the office&lt;br /&gt;  9:01pm The hard working grad student you are, you&lt;br /&gt;         have to come to the&lt;br /&gt;         office late at night to "get the work done"&lt;br /&gt;  9:03  Check electronic mail&lt;br /&gt;        Decide it would be a good time to attack those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        ftp sites&lt;br /&gt;        since network wont be loaded&lt;br /&gt;        Run into "since network wont be loaded"&lt;br /&gt;traffic&lt;br /&gt;        and get the&lt;br /&gt;        pictures into your machine.&lt;br /&gt;        Compress all unwanted research/class&lt;br /&gt;        directories to make space.&lt;br /&gt;        Back up all your pictures&lt;br /&gt;  10:11 Admire pictures&lt;br /&gt;        Begin work; Realize you need references&lt;br /&gt;        Realize its too late today to go to the&lt;br /&gt;library&lt;br /&gt;        Sudden feeling of having wasted the day&lt;br /&gt;  10:49 Sudden feeling of possibly having to waste the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        night&lt;br /&gt;        Decide to turn in early and come back very&lt;br /&gt;        early tommorrow morning&lt;br /&gt;        Decide to play a Tetris on the system to put&lt;br /&gt;        yourself in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;  11:15 Play game after game after game to improve&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;        score and get on the scoreboard.&lt;br /&gt;        Realize that your officemate is still at&lt;br /&gt;number&lt;br /&gt;        6, two notches  above you on the scoreboard.&lt;br /&gt;  12:20 Play until you beat your officemate into the&lt;br /&gt;        7th place.&lt;br /&gt;        A sense of achievment!! Yes, today was not&lt;br /&gt;        wasted!!&lt;br /&gt;        Return home to find your roommate watching&lt;br /&gt;        David Letterman reruns&lt;br /&gt;        on NBC.  Tell him about the "hard working grad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        student day you had"&lt;br /&gt;        Discuss philosophy with roommate&lt;br /&gt;  1:09  Think about becoming a philosopher and dining&lt;br /&gt;        with 4 others&lt;br /&gt;        (The Dining Philosophers problem, hee hee :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        (Comp Sci joke)&lt;br /&gt;        Argue with him about politics, why people&lt;br /&gt;        prefer Japanese&lt;br /&gt;        cars and whether it is better to set the heat&lt;br /&gt;        to "hot" or "cold"&lt;br /&gt;        to defrost the windshields faster.&lt;br /&gt;  1:49  Realize neither of you have bought milk today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Get reminded of the "too much milk problem"&lt;br /&gt;  2:04  Forget about getting up early. Turn the phone&lt;br /&gt;        ringer off and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script&gt;-- D(["mb","&lt;br /&gt;         up the company&lt;br /&gt;         and ask for your money back.&lt;br /&gt;         Wonder why they would beleive you.&lt;br /&gt; 9:33    Start printing out loads of stuff that may&lt;br /&gt;be&lt;br /&gt;         vaguely related to your work.&lt;br /&gt; 9:41    Early morning stupefaction.&lt;br /&gt;         Mutter racist comments to yourself about&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;         officemate.&lt;br /&gt; 9:43    Curse your officemate in a low tone he would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         not comprehend.Feel good about him not&lt;br /&gt;         grasping English well.&lt;br /&gt; 9:58    Finger everyone in the department and most&lt;br /&gt;         people half way&lt;br /&gt;         around the world (using the &amp;quot;finger&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;command,&lt;br /&gt;         of course)&lt;br /&gt; 10:19   Feel sleepy, should not have stayed late&lt;br /&gt;         playing tetris last night.&lt;br /&gt; 10:31   momentary panic attack!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; 10:43   edit .plan file. write a shell program to&lt;br /&gt;         edit .plan more easily&lt;br /&gt; 10:59   Drop in at advisor\'s office and borrow&lt;br /&gt;         something you dont need&lt;br /&gt;         &amp; and kinda make him aware you are working&lt;br /&gt;         hard on your project.&lt;br /&gt; 11:05   perverted daydreams&lt;br /&gt; 11:11   read electronic news&lt;br /&gt;         mid-morning yawn time&lt;br /&gt; 11:34   Start typing junk at a very high key-in rate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         to pretend&lt;br /&gt;         you are working hard as your advisor passes&lt;br /&gt;         by from outside.&lt;br /&gt; 11:35   Press the BackSpace key for one and a half&lt;br /&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","          minute until all&lt;br /&gt;         the garbage you typed in is erased.&lt;br /&gt;         Realize that you can type more than 256&lt;br /&gt;         characters per half minute&lt;br /&gt; 11:41   Flirt with the new girl in the department&lt;br /&gt; 11:45   Print out some slides for afternoon\'s draft&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;         presentation&lt;br /&gt; 11:47   Print them again, you forgot to change the&lt;br /&gt;         date from last&lt;br /&gt;         presentation&lt;br /&gt; 11:49   Print another copy in case this one gets&lt;br /&gt;lost&lt;br /&gt; 11:51   Completely forget about sueing the&lt;br /&gt;         coffee-machine company&lt;br /&gt; 12:15   Hunger pangs:&lt;br /&gt; 12:20   BigMac/Fries time&lt;br /&gt;         Drink a not-so-cold generic can of cola from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         your desk.&lt;br /&gt;         Ch-Ching, you just saved 35 cents by buying&lt;br /&gt;         bulk cola.&lt;br /&gt; 1:00    Group Meeting with advisor&lt;br /&gt; 1:14    sudden awareness of one\'s shallowness&lt;br /&gt;         resentment towards foriegn officemate for&lt;br /&gt;         sucking up to your advisor&lt;br /&gt;         Get reminded by your advisor that you need&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;         do some more work&lt;br /&gt;         for your literature survey.&lt;br /&gt; 1:51    Advisor hands you the reddened copy of your&lt;br /&gt;         draft for corrections&lt;br /&gt; 1:51:02 The 49 second urge to murder advisor&lt;br /&gt;begins!!&lt;br /&gt; 1:51:52 Realize that he controls your&lt;br /&gt;         assistantship/grade/&lt;br /&gt;         graduation possiblity/graduation date/all&lt;br /&gt;job&lt;br /&gt;         opportunities/ and the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","  1:52:53 Thank him&lt;br /&gt; 1:52:54 Thank yourself for not saying something&lt;br /&gt;         stupid to your advisor.&lt;br /&gt; 1:53:00 splitting headache #1&lt;br /&gt; 1:59  Check electronic mail, don\'t reply though, you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       are too busy to do that&lt;br /&gt; 2:06  More generic cola&lt;br /&gt; 2:17  Oh No, it is my turn to cook tonite :-(&lt;br /&gt; 2:30  Sit through the class you were told to sit&lt;br /&gt;       through&lt;br /&gt; 2:39  Look outside the window make unrealistic plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       to quit&lt;br /&gt;       this degree program and take up a job.&lt;br /&gt;       Wonder why blonde girls are so pretty.&lt;br /&gt; 2:48  More perverted day-dreams.&lt;br /&gt;       Close the office door and open a few .gif&lt;br /&gt;       files.&lt;br /&gt;       sharpen pencil&lt;br /&gt; 3:06  worry about never graduating&lt;br /&gt;       time to write a letter--NOT!  no time for&lt;br /&gt;that.&lt;br /&gt;       rearrange desk&lt;br /&gt;       call up bank; see if you have any money&lt;br /&gt;       fear of losing aid next Fall&lt;br /&gt;       Read latex manuals to figure out how to put&lt;br /&gt;       &amp;$%&amp;amp;% in %$^% format&lt;br /&gt; 3:43  watch the clock&lt;br /&gt;       make plans to do a all-nighter tonite&lt;br /&gt;       Vow to watch only 2 TV programs&lt;br /&gt; 4:58  Notice Advisor leave&lt;br /&gt; 4:58:01      Sudden sense of freedom&lt;br /&gt;              Go home for quick, short dinner break.&lt;br /&gt; 9:00pm Come into the office&lt;br /&gt; 9:01pm The hard working grad student you are, you&lt;br /&gt;        have to come to the&lt;br /&gt;        office late at night to &amp;quot;get the work done&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt; 9:03  Check electronic mail&lt;br /&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","        Decide it would be a good time to attack those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       ftp sites&lt;br /&gt;       since network wont be loaded&lt;br /&gt;       Run into &amp;quot;since network wont be loaded&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;traffic&lt;br /&gt;       and get the&lt;br /&gt;       pictures into your machine.&lt;br /&gt;       Compress all unwanted research/class&lt;br /&gt;       directories to make space.&lt;br /&gt;       Back up all your pictures&lt;br /&gt; 10:11 Admire pictures&lt;br /&gt;       Begin work; Realize you need references&lt;br /&gt;       Realize its too late today to go to the&lt;br /&gt;library&lt;br /&gt;       Sudden feeling of having wasted the day&lt;br /&gt; 10:49 Sudden feeling of possibly having to waste the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       night&lt;br /&gt;       Decide to turn in early and come back very&lt;br /&gt;       early tommorrow morning&lt;br /&gt;       Decide to play a Tetris on the system to put&lt;br /&gt;       yourself in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt; 11:15 Play game after game after game to improve&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;       score and get on the scoreboard.&lt;br /&gt;       Realize that your officemate is still at&lt;br /&gt;number&lt;br /&gt;       6, two notches  above you on the scoreboard.&lt;br /&gt; 12:20 Play until you beat your officemate into the&lt;br /&gt;       7th place.&lt;br /&gt;       A sense of achievment!! Yes, today was not&lt;br /&gt;       wasted!!&lt;br /&gt;       Return home to find your roommate watching&lt;br /&gt;       David Letterman reruns&lt;br /&gt;       on NBC.  Tell him about the &amp;quot;hard working grad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       student day you had&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;       Discuss philosophy with roommate&lt;br /&gt; 1:09  Think about becoming a philosopher and dining&lt;br /&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","        with 4 others&lt;br /&gt;       (The Dining Philosophers problem, hee hee :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       (Comp Sci joke)&lt;br /&gt;       Argue with him about politics, why people&lt;br /&gt;       prefer Japanese&lt;br /&gt;       cars and whether it is better to set the heat&lt;br /&gt;       to &amp;quot;hot&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;cold&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;       to defrost the windshields faster.&lt;br /&gt; 1:49  Realize neither of you have bought milk today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Get reminded of the &amp;quot;too much milk problem&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt; 2:04  Forget about getting up early. Turn the phone&lt;br /&gt;       ringer off and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat)&lt;br /&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-111976223865150517?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/111976223865150517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=111976223865150517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/111976223865150517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/111976223865150517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2005/06/grad-student-emotion-check-list.html' title='A grad-student emotion check-list'/><author><name>krishna kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11464775547230305282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-111806792157366157</id><published>2005-06-06T19:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-06T19:55:21.616+05:30</updated><title type='text'>IMPOSSIBLE: Can Ice-Cream be the reason????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thanks to sanket for sending this along.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;This is a real story that happened between the customer of General &lt;br&gt;Motors and its Customer-Care Executive. A complaint was received by the &lt;br&gt;Pontiac&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;Division of General Motors:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;This is the second time I have written to you, and I don't blame you &lt;br&gt;for not answering me, because I sounded crazy, but it Is a fact that we &lt;br&gt;have a tradition in our family we have Ice-Cream for dessert after  &lt;br&gt;dinner each night. But the kind of ice cream varies so, every night, &lt;br&gt;after we've eaten, the whole family votes on which kind of ice cream we &lt;br&gt;should have and I drive down to the store to get it. It's also a fact  &lt;br&gt;that I recently purchased a new Pontiac and since then my trips to the &lt;br&gt;store have created a problem. You see,every time I buy a vanilla &lt;br&gt;ice-cream, when I start back from the store my car won't start. If I &lt;br&gt; get &lt;br&gt;any other kind of ice cream, the car starts just fine. I want you to &lt;br&gt;know I'm serious about this question, no matter how silly it sounds&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What is there about a Pontiac that makes it not start when I get &lt;br&gt;vanilla ice cream, and easy to start whenever I get any other kind?&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;The&lt;br&gt;Pontiac President was understandably skeptical about the letter, but  &lt;br&gt;sent an Engineer to check it out anyway. The latter was surprised to be &lt;br&gt;greeted by a successful, obviously well educated man in a fine &lt;br&gt;neighborhood. He had arranged to meet the man just after dinnertime, so &lt;br&gt; the two hopped into the car and drove to the ice cream store. It was &lt;br&gt;vanilla icecream that night and, sure enough, after they came back to &lt;br&gt;the car, it wouldn't start.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Engineer returned for three more nights.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The first night, they got chocolate. The car started. The second night,&lt;br&gt;he got strawberry. The car started. The third night he ordered vanilla.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The car failed to start. Now the Engineer, being a logical man, refused &lt;br&gt;to believe that this man's car was allergic to vanilla ice cream. He &lt;br&gt;arranged, therefore, to continue his visits for as long as it took to  &lt;br&gt;solve the problem. And toward this end he began to take notes: he &lt;br&gt;jotted&lt;br&gt;down all sorts of data: time of day, type of gas uses, time to drive &lt;br&gt;back and forth etc.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In a short time, he had a clue: the man took less time to buy vanilla&lt;br&gt;than any other flavor.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why? The answer was in the layout of the store. Vanilla, being the most&lt;br&gt;popular flavor, was in a separate case at the front of the store for&lt;br&gt;quick pickup. All the other flavors were kept in the back of the store  &lt;br&gt;at a different counter where it took considerably longer to check out &lt;br&gt;the flavor.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now, the question for the Engineer was why the car wouldn't start when&lt;br&gt;it took less time. Eureka - Time was now the problem - not the vanilla&lt;br&gt;icecream!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The engineer quickly came up with the answer: &amp;quot;vapour lock&amp;quot;. It was&lt;br&gt;happening every night; but the extra time taken to get the other &lt;br&gt;flavors&lt;br&gt;allowed the engine to cool down sufficiently to start. When the man got &lt;br&gt;vanilla, the engine was still too hot for the vapour lock to dissipate.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Remember:&lt;br&gt;Even crazy looking problems are sometimes real and all problems seem to&lt;br&gt;be simple only when we find the solution with cool thinking.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Don't just say its &amp;quot;IMPOSSIBLE&amp;quot; without putting a sincere effort...&lt;br&gt;Observe the word &amp;quot;IMPOSSIBLE&amp;quot; carefully... Looking closer you will see,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I'M POSSIBLE&amp;quot;...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What really matters is your attitude and your perception.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-111806792157366157?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/111806792157366157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=111806792157366157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/111806792157366157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/111806792157366157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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engineers'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-111770493448107748</id><published>2005-06-02T15:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-02T15:05:34.486+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Complete Cowerage of Politics</title><content type='html'>DEMOCRATIC&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;Your neighbor has none.&lt;br /&gt;You feel guilty for being successful.&lt;br /&gt;Barbara Streisland sings for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPUBLICANISM&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;Your neighbor has none.&lt;br /&gt;So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOCIALIST&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;The government takes one and gives it to your&lt;br /&gt;neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;You form a cooperative to tell him how to manage his&lt;br /&gt;cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMUNIST&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;The government seizes both and provides you with&lt;br /&gt;milk.&lt;br /&gt;You wait in line for hours to get it.&lt;br /&gt;It is expensive and sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAZISM&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;The government takes both and shoots you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPITALISM, AMERICAN STYLE&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You sell one, buy a bull, and build a herd of cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUREAUCRACY, AMERICAN STYLE&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;Under the new farm program the government pays you&lt;br /&gt;to shoot one, milk  the other, and then&lt;br /&gt;pours the milk down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You sell one, lease it back to yourself and do an&lt;br /&gt;IPO on the 2nd one.&lt;br /&gt;You force the two cows to produce the milk of four&lt;br /&gt;cows.&lt;br /&gt;You are surprised when one cow drops dead.&lt;br /&gt;You spin an announcement to the analysts stating you&lt;br /&gt;have downsized and are reducing expenses.&lt;br /&gt;Your stock goes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRENCH CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You go on strike because you want three cows.&lt;br /&gt;You go to lunch and drink wine.&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAPANESE CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of&lt;br /&gt;an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk.&lt;br /&gt;They learn to travel on unbelievably crowded trains.&lt;br /&gt;Most are at the top of their class at cow school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GERMAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You engineer them so they are all blond, drink lots&lt;br /&gt;of beer, give excellent quality milk, and run a hundred miles an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately they also demand 13 weeks of vacation per year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITALIAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows but you don't know where they are.&lt;br /&gt;While ambling around, you see a beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;You break for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSSIAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You have some vodka.&lt;br /&gt;You count them and learn you have five cows.&lt;br /&gt;You have some more vodka.&lt;br /&gt;You count them again and learn you have 42 cows.&lt;br /&gt;The Mafia shows up and takes over however many cows&lt;br /&gt;you really have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALIBAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have all the cows in Afghanistan, which are two.&lt;br /&gt;You don't milk them because you cannot touch any&lt;br /&gt;creature's private parts.&lt;br /&gt;You get a $40 million grant from the US government&lt;br /&gt;to find alternatives to milk production but use the money to buy weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRAQI CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;They go into hiding.&lt;br /&gt;They send radio tapes of their mooing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POLISH CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two bulls.&lt;br /&gt;Employees are regularly maimed and killed attempting&lt;br /&gt;to milk them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELGIAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have one cow.&lt;br /&gt;The cow is schizophrenic.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the cow thinks he's French, other times he's Flemish.&lt;br /&gt;The Flemish cow won't share with the French cow.&lt;br /&gt;The French cow wants control of the Flemish cow's milk.&lt;br /&gt;The cow asks permission to be cut in half.&lt;br /&gt;The cow dies happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLORIDA CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have a black cow and a brown cow.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone votes for the best looking one.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the people who actually like the brown one best&lt;br /&gt;accidentally vote for the black one.&lt;br /&gt;Some people vote for both.&lt;br /&gt;Some people vote for neither.&lt;br /&gt;Some people can't figure out how to vote at all.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a bunch of guys from out-of-state tell you&lt;br /&gt;which one you think is the best-looking cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALIFORNIA CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have millions of cows.&lt;br /&gt;They make real California cheese.&lt;br /&gt;Only five speak English.&lt;br /&gt;Most are illegals.&lt;br /&gt;Arnold likes the ones with the big udders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-111770493448107748?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/111770493448107748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=111770493448107748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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I was myself, my own self.  That is,&lt;br /&gt;until I came to the U.S.  When I came here to join the&lt;br /&gt;University, I went to the Registration office.  There was&lt;br /&gt;an elderly woman with big round eye-glasses, who looked&lt;br /&gt;at me through the gap between the frame and her eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;I explained that I just came from India and I was going&lt;br /&gt;to join the Chemistry Department.  This is what happened next.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Your name?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dinesh."&lt;br /&gt;"How do you spell it?"&lt;br /&gt;"D-I-N...."&lt;br /&gt;"Slow, slow.  T?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, D."&lt;br /&gt;"Is that T as in Tom, or D as in Dennis?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, not Dennis, my name is Dinesh."&lt;br /&gt;"I know that.  I am asking you, is that a T as in Tom,&lt;br /&gt; or D as in ... as in Detroit?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know who Tom is, and I haven't been to Detroit.&lt;br /&gt; I just came from Madras."&lt;br /&gt;"OK, OK, I know that.  Is that T-I-  or D-I- ?"&lt;br /&gt;"D.  D-I-.  D-I-N-E-S-H."&lt;br /&gt;"Is that your last name or first name?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uh? Dinesh is my name."&lt;br /&gt;"OK.  What is your LAst name?"&lt;br /&gt;"That is my first and last name.  Dinesh."&lt;br /&gt;"Then, is your name Dinesh Dinesh?"&lt;br /&gt;"No.  My name is Dinesh."&lt;br /&gt;"But what is your LAST NAME?  I am ASKING YOU ABOUT YOUR LAST NAME."&lt;br /&gt;"I told you, Dinesh.  I always had the same name, from birth&lt;br /&gt; till now.  DINESH.  That's my name."&lt;br /&gt;"OK, what is your family name?"&lt;br /&gt;"Family?  Family name?  My family doesn't have a name."&lt;br /&gt;"What do the neighbors call you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dinesh."&lt;br /&gt;"Not you.  Your whole family.  What do they call your family?"&lt;br /&gt;"Beedida bhat'rr."&lt;br /&gt;"So, that is your family name.  Do you understand?&lt;br /&gt; How do you spell that?"&lt;br /&gt;"Spell what?"&lt;br /&gt;"B.D. whatever you said, what your neighbors call your family."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, that ... Beedida bhat'rr.&lt;br /&gt; What do you need that for?  It only means 'the brahmin who&lt;br /&gt; makes beedis.'"&lt;br /&gt;"What are B-Ds?"&lt;br /&gt;"Not B-D.  Beedi, is like a cigarette, you see, they roll the&lt;br /&gt; tobacco in a leaf and tie a thread around it.  25 in a kattu."&lt;br /&gt;"25 in a what?"&lt;br /&gt;"Kattu, or katta, whatever.  Like a bunch, you see.  If there&lt;br /&gt; is even one less or one more, my father could always tell without&lt;br /&gt; counting.  He then taught me how to do it."&lt;br /&gt;"I am not worried about your 'cutter' or whatever.&lt;br /&gt; What-is-your-last-name?"&lt;br /&gt;"I told you, Dinesh."&lt;br /&gt;"OK, OK, I don't want to go over this again.  What is common&lt;br /&gt; to the names of all the members of your family?"&lt;br /&gt;"They are all in Sanskrit.  My first sister is Suneetha, the second&lt;br /&gt; sister is Sumathi ... "&lt;br /&gt;"Not about the language.  When you write your name, and your&lt;br /&gt; sister writes her name, what do you two have in common?"&lt;br /&gt;"We have the same handwriting.  Even my father can't tell our&lt;br /&gt; handwritings apart."&lt;br /&gt;"Blast it!  What is your father's name?"&lt;br /&gt;"G.K.Nettar."&lt;br /&gt;"What does G.K. stand for?"&lt;br /&gt;"His name, Gopala Krishna."&lt;br /&gt;"Then what is Nettar?"&lt;br /&gt;"That is our house name."&lt;br /&gt;"House name?  Aha, does every one at your house have this name?"&lt;br /&gt;"It is not our name.  It is the name of our house.  Strictly&lt;br /&gt; speaking, it should be Honnadka.  But my father was too lazy&lt;br /&gt; to change it.  My father was born in Honnadka, but, see, my&lt;br /&gt; grandfather was born in Nettar."&lt;br /&gt;"What was his name?"&lt;br /&gt;"I told you, G.K.Nettar."&lt;br /&gt;"Your grandfather was also called G.K. whatever?"&lt;br /&gt;"No.  That is my father."&lt;br /&gt;"Then what is your grandfather's name?"&lt;br /&gt;"Govinda Bhat.  See, my relatives still call me Mangalore&lt;br /&gt; Govinda.  Because it is a tradition to name the first son&lt;br /&gt; after his grandfather.  All the brothers of my father&lt;br /&gt; have done this.  So, we have Honnadka Govinda, Jogibettu&lt;br /&gt; Govinda, Kanchodu Govinda, and I am Mangalore Govinda."&lt;br /&gt;"So, then, your name is Mangalore Govinda, not Dinesh."&lt;br /&gt;"No.  My name is Dinesh.  Mangalore Govinda is how my&lt;br /&gt; relatives call me.  That is not my NAme."&lt;br /&gt;"What do they call your sister?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ammanni."&lt;br /&gt;"What?  You said her name is Sooneetha."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, that is her name, Suneetha, but we call her Ammanni."&lt;br /&gt;"Is that her nick-name?"&lt;br /&gt;"No.  she doesn't have a nick name.  Only our neighbor's&lt;br /&gt; daughter has a nick name.  She is called 'soote'.  She is&lt;br /&gt; very active.  That's why."&lt;br /&gt;"What about your brother?"&lt;br /&gt;"I have no brothers.  But then, you can count all those&lt;br /&gt; Govindas as my brothers too.  See, they are really kind of&lt;br /&gt; my brothers."&lt;br /&gt;"OK, what are their names?"&lt;br /&gt;"The oldest one, he is my big brother.  He is called GovindaNNa."&lt;br /&gt;"Govind Anna?  Then Anna is his last name."&lt;br /&gt;"No, ANNA, not anna.  ANNA means big brother."&lt;br /&gt;"What is his NAME?"&lt;br /&gt;"His name is Govinda Bhat."&lt;br /&gt;"Then your last name is But."&lt;br /&gt;"Not but, Bhat, B-H-A-T.  But that's not his name, you see."&lt;br /&gt;"If that's not his name, what is it?  Why does he have it&lt;br /&gt; in his name?"&lt;br /&gt;"Bhat simply means he is a brahmin.  He might as well write&lt;br /&gt; Rao, like his father does, or Sharma, like my father's&lt;br /&gt; second brother does."&lt;br /&gt;"How does he write his name in official papers?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nettar Govinda Bhat.  That's how he writes it."&lt;br /&gt;"How does his father write it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nettar Venkata Subba Rao."&lt;br /&gt;"Aha, I can see now.  Your father is G.K.Nettar, his&lt;br /&gt; brother is Nettar something Rao... your last name is then&lt;br /&gt; Nettar.  Aha, I got it."&lt;br /&gt;"But Nettar is not the last name.  It is the house name."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care.  Tell me one last time, what is YOUR last name?"&lt;br /&gt;"But I told you, my last name is the same as my first name,&lt;br /&gt; my only name, Dinesh."&lt;br /&gt;"Then, I am going to write Nettar here.  I don't care if it&lt;br /&gt; is your house name, your grandfather's name, your dog's name,&lt;br /&gt; whatever.  It is your last name.  How do you spell it?  N-E-..."&lt;br /&gt;"N-E-T-T-A-R."&lt;br /&gt;"N-E-T-T-?  Is that T as in Tom or D as in Dennis?"&lt;br /&gt;"My name is Dinesh, not Dennis."&lt;br /&gt;"AARRGGHHHHH.  Do we have to go through this again?&lt;br /&gt; Here, write it down."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"That's it.  From now on, you are Dinesh Nettar, Dinesh is your&lt;br /&gt; first name, and Nettar is your last name.  OK?"&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- ------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Even though the incident is imaginary, the rest of the story&lt;br /&gt;and all the people in it are real.&lt;br /&gt;- ------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-111751994975744040?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/111751994975744040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=111751994975744040' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/111751994975744040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/111751994975744040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2005/05/naming-conventions.html' title='Naming Conventions'/><author><name>Ambar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00959181158032836709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/75270767_a31e0e80c0_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-111746095550867097</id><published>2005-05-30T19:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-30T19:19:15.563+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Steven Wright</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;If you're not familiar with the work of Steven Wright,&lt;br /&gt;he's the famous erudite scientist who once said: "I&lt;br /&gt;woke up one morning and all of my stuff had been&lt;br /&gt;stolen... and replaced by exact duplicates!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;His mind tends to see things a bit differently than&lt;br /&gt;the rest of us mortals. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Here are some of his gems: &lt;br /&gt;1- I'd kill for a Nobel Peace Prize. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;2- Borrow money from pessimists - they don't expect &lt;br /&gt;it back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;3- Half the people you know are below average. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;4- 99% of lawyers give the rest a bad name. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;5- 42.7% of all statistics are made up on the spot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;6- A conscience is what hurts when all your other &lt;br /&gt;parts feel so good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;7- A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad&lt;br /&gt;memory. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;8- If you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with&lt;br /&gt;the rain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;9- All those who believe in psychokinesis, raise my &lt;br /&gt;hand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;10- The early bird may get the worm, but the second&lt;br /&gt;mouse gets the cheese. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;11- I almost had a psychic girlfriend, but she left&lt;br /&gt;me before we met. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;12- OK, so what's the speed of dark? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;13- How do you tell when you're out of invisible&lt;br /&gt;ink? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;14- If everything seems to be going well, you have&lt;br /&gt;obviously overlooked something. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;15- Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;16- When everything is coming your way, y  ou're in &lt;br /&gt;the wrong lane. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;17- Ambition is a poor excuse for not having enough&lt;br /&gt;sense to be lazy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;18- Hard work pays off in the future, laziness pays&lt;br /&gt;off now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;19- I intend to live forever; so far, so good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;20- If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy&lt;br /&gt;her friends? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;21- Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked &lt;br /&gt;into jet engines. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;22- What happens if you get scared half to death&lt;br /&gt;twice? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;23- My mechanic told me, "I couldn't repair your&lt;br /&gt;brakes, so I made your horn louder." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;24- Why do psychics have to ask you for your name? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;25- If at first you don't succeed, destroy all&lt;br /&gt;evidence that you tried. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;26- A conclusion is the place where you got tired&lt;br /&gt;of thinking. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;27- Experience is something you don't get until&lt;br /&gt;just after you need it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;28- The hardness of the butter is proportional to&lt;br /&gt;the softness of the bread. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;29- To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism;&lt;br /&gt;to steal from many is research. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;30- The problem with the gene pool is that there is&lt;br /&gt;no lifeguard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;31- The sooner you fall behind, the more time &lt;br /&gt;you'll have to catch up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;32- The colder the x-ray table, the more of your &lt;br /&gt;body is required to be on it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;33- Everyone has a photographic memory; some just &lt;br /&gt;don't have film. &lt;br /&gt;...and the all time favorite- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;34- If your car could travel at the speed of light, &lt;br /&gt;would your headlights work?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-111746095550867097?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/111746095550867097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=111746095550867097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/111746095550867097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/111746095550867097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2005/05/steven-wright.html' title='Steven Wright'/><author><name>krishna kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11464775547230305282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-111736674027959129</id><published>2005-05-29T17:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-30T16:18:45.993+05:30</updated><title type='text'>de ultimate story</title><content type='html'>I had this story posted here. But then Ambar pointed out that the story is present online at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sulekha.com/expressions/articledesc.asp?cid=307066&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just to be sure that we don't infringe on any copyrights, I'm just adding a link to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-111736674027959129?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.sulekha.com/expressions/articledesc.asp?cid=307066' title='de ultimate story'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/111736674027959129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=111736674027959129' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/111736674027959129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/111736674027959129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2005/05/de-ultimate-story.html' title='de ultimate story'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-111721975007006741</id><published>2005-05-28T00:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-28T00:42:06.366+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How to Choose A Girl in Arranged Marriage !</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Some tips for Arranged marriage&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Arranged marriage&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;There are times in a person's life when he needs to take crucial&lt;br /&gt;decisions on his own. Marriage is one of them. Believe me, the decision&lt;br /&gt;on whom to marry is the most important decision a person will make in&lt;br /&gt;his life. After marriage, your wife is the most important person in your&lt;br /&gt;life. She can make or break your life. The mere thought of this is very&lt;br /&gt;frightening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Some of the questions that crop up are -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;a.. What sort of a girl do I marry?&lt;br /&gt;b.. Will she adjust in my family?&lt;br /&gt;c.. How can I decide on a girl by just meeting her for a few times? d..&lt;br /&gt;When should I get married? e.. This is my life. So, I should choose the&lt;br /&gt;girl I marry, but then what if I make a mistake? .. so on and so forth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I will try to address these &amp;amp; many more questions in the following&lt;br /&gt;sections.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;The Ten Rules of Arranged marriage&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Rule 1 - Magic no. 28&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;In an ideal scenario, a girl goes to college at the age of 18. By the&lt;br /&gt;time she graduates, goes for her post graduation and/ or works for 1-2&lt;br /&gt;years, she will be about 23- 24. This means that she has spent about 5&lt;br /&gt;years away from her home. In the 5 years period, she would meet many&lt;br /&gt;smart guys at college or during her first few years on job. So, in all&lt;br /&gt;probability it would be difficult to find a good girl older than 24 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, in Indian families there is lot of pressure on the girl's to&lt;br /&gt;get married by the time they become 24-25.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Statistics says that there is a generation gap after every 5 years. So,&lt;br /&gt;in such scenario, one would prefer to marry a girl who is about 3-4&lt;br /&gt;years younger to you. Thus, working backwards, an ideal age for a guy to&lt;br /&gt;get married is by 28. Earlier the marriage, the better it is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Well, as we all know, in the current market scenario, there will never&lt;br /&gt;be stability in our career. So, I believe there is no such thing as, "I&lt;br /&gt;will marry when I settle down".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Rule 2 -- Subset of marriage-able girls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;At times you hear statements like, "I am not getting the right match, I&lt;br /&gt;will look after 3 months, I will find a better match then". Well the&lt;br /&gt;truth is otherwise. The subset of unmarried girl looking for a match is&lt;br /&gt;fixed. From this subset, there would be girls who would get married &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;there would be new girls added who would be looking for a match. The net&lt;br /&gt;result is that at any given time, the variety &amp;amp; number of marriage-able&lt;br /&gt;girls are fixed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Rule 3 - Competition for girls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Like all other facets of life, there is lot of competition for good&lt;br /&gt;girls. In my own case, I was rejected by girls. So, if you are looking&lt;br /&gt;for a girl who is post graduate, done her Engg, is working, very&lt;br /&gt;beautiful, smart, from a good family etc. etc, just think again. There&lt;br /&gt;are other guys who are also looking for similar girls &amp;amp; probably they&lt;br /&gt;are better off than you in terms of career, looks personality etc. Given&lt;br /&gt;a choice every guy would like to marry Aishwarya Rai.So, set your&lt;br /&gt;expectations accordingly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Rule 4 -- Understanding girls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;You would have met a lot of people during your life. As we all know, its&lt;br /&gt;difficult to judge a person based on a few meetings. I am sure you would&lt;br /&gt;agree with me that in case of girls it is even more difficult to&lt;br /&gt;understand them in a few meetings. I know people who are still trying to&lt;br /&gt;understand their wife. ;-).. Understanding your spouse is a life long&lt;br /&gt;assignment. So, then how do you select a girl based on a few meeting?&lt;br /&gt;This is where you need to take the help of your parents/ friends &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;latest technologies like email/chat to choose your girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Rule 5 - Society expectation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;The selection process is tough on every one who is involved in the&lt;br /&gt;process. In arranged marriage, involvement of family &amp;amp; society is pretty&lt;br /&gt;high. You can't meet a girl 3-4 times &amp;amp; then say no to her. It is bad&lt;br /&gt;for her future. So, you should have a good short-listing criterion. Meet&lt;br /&gt;only a few girls &amp;amp; be sure what you are looking for. It is for the&lt;br /&gt;benefit of everyone involved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Rule 6 -- Marriage between equals&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Unlike love marriage, in arranged marriage you also marry into the&lt;br /&gt;girl's family. In arranged marriages, family support plays a major role&lt;br /&gt;in ensuring a successful marriage. This is where the compatibility of&lt;br /&gt;social status, family values &amp;amp; caste/religion plays&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;a major role. Its important to note that in case there is a perfect&lt;br /&gt;match between the two families, the marriage is destined to succeed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Rule 7 - Know yourself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Unlike love marriage, in arranged marriage you first marry a person &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;then fall in love. So, it's very important that you do a self-assessment&lt;br /&gt;on the kind of person you would love. They say, "Opposite attract",&lt;br /&gt;while they also say, "Bird of same feather flock together". So, you take&lt;br /&gt;a call on what sort of person you like. Take a pen &amp;amp; paper; write down&lt;br /&gt;the kind of attributes you are looking for in a girl. Say, she should&lt;br /&gt;ideally have the looks of Sonia, the style of Monica, the voice of&lt;br /&gt;Sheena, the patience of Rashmi. You will certainly not find the perfect&lt;br /&gt;girl, but then you would have a good idea of what you are looking for.&lt;br /&gt;The secret here is to set some minimum criteria for selection. Don't&lt;br /&gt;forget rule no.3 here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Rule 8 -- Girl's Beauty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;A girl's looks attract, but then no one wants to end up marrying a dumb&lt;br /&gt;blonde. It is like buying your bike. When you initially buy it, you are&lt;br /&gt;crazy about the looks, but later on you love it for its reliability,&lt;br /&gt;fuel economy &amp;amp; comfort level. Similarly, a girl's looks are important,&lt;br /&gt;but then it should not be the most important criteria. Later on it life,&lt;br /&gt;you will get bored of her looks. It is then that her personality &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;behavior will make all the difference to your marriage. I am sure your&lt;br /&gt;parents will be able to advice you a lot better on this topic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Rule 9 -- Taking advice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;As I have mentioned in the next rule, it's very important that the final&lt;br /&gt;decision on whom to marry must necessarily be yours. However, don't do&lt;br /&gt;the mistake of isolating yourself from the world while planning your&lt;br /&gt;marriage. Discuss with your parents &amp;amp; very close friends on this issue.&lt;br /&gt;They are your well wishers. Secondly, in such important matters its&lt;br /&gt;necessary that you analyze all possibilities. Remember, I am not&lt;br /&gt;suggesting that you follow others' advice, but don't forget to take&lt;br /&gt;their advice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Rule 10 -- Own decision&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;All said &amp;amp; done, it's your marriage &amp;amp; your life that is at stake. Once&lt;br /&gt;you are married, you &amp;amp; your wife are the only persons who will be facing&lt;br /&gt;the music. Don't marry a girl just because your parents or&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;friends asked you to do so. After marriage, if things don't work out &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;you end up saying, "It's because of my friends or my parents that I&lt;br /&gt;married you", then your marriage is destined for disaster. If the girl&lt;br /&gt;is of your choice, it is you who will be responsible for whatever&lt;br /&gt;happens. That's when the marriage works out perfectly. So, ensure that&lt;br /&gt;you marriage the girl of your choice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;How to approach the selection process?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;    From the day, a person decides to get married; the selection process&lt;br /&gt;takes a minimum of 3 months. The whole process needs a lot of patience &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;commitment. The ideal steps to be followed are:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;a.. Definition phase --&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Define the minimum criteria for the kind of life partner you are looking&lt;br /&gt;for in terms of education, physical appearance, social status, family&lt;br /&gt;values, future career plans. Remember the Rule 3 here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;b.. Lead Generation phase --&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Place ads in various newspapers, magazines, websites, through friends,&lt;br /&gt;family friends, family societies &amp;amp; association etc. You need to exhaust&lt;br /&gt;all possible means of getting biodatas at one go. Remember the Rule 2&lt;br /&gt;here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;c.. Short listing phase -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Based on your selection criteria, short-list the interesting biodatas.&lt;br /&gt;The general process followed for&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;correspondence is as follows:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;1.. The initiator sends a one page profile of himself/ herself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;2.. Based on the profile, the receiver sends his/her one page profile&lt;br /&gt;along with request for detailed profile, photo, horoscope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;3.. The initiator then sends the requested information along with a&lt;br /&gt;request for similar information.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;4.. The receiver send similar information.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;5.. If the biodata is selected, it is passed over to the next phase.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;A.. Casual interaction phase -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Based on shortlisting, about 7 to 10 biodatas are taken forwarded to&lt;br /&gt;this phase. The next step to follow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;here is to exchange email/ chat ids. The guy &amp;amp; the girl then interact&lt;br /&gt;for 10 - 15 days to try &amp;amp; judge mutual compatibility through email/chat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;B.. Family interaction phase -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Based on the earlier phase, about 5 leads are taken for consideration in&lt;br /&gt;this phase. During this phase, the parents get involved &amp;amp; check the&lt;br /&gt;background information about the families to find mutual compatibility.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;C.. The dating phase -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Based on the earlier phase about 3 leads are taken forward to this&lt;br /&gt;phase. During this phase, the guy &amp;amp; the girl interact by going out alone&lt;br /&gt;for 2-3 times. The guy needs to prepare a set of simple questions like&lt;br /&gt;who is your favorite star, what are your hobbies? He needs to use his&lt;br /&gt;judgment to analyze the girl based on her responses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;D.. The D-day phase -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Finally, the D-day comes when the guy has to select the girl he wants to&lt;br /&gt;spend his life with. If the process if followed systematically, there&lt;br /&gt;will be no ambiguity in deciding who should be your life partner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Finally, my dear friends, marriage is all about compromises. In spite of&lt;br /&gt;all the planning that you do, there are a lot of uncertainties in a&lt;br /&gt;marriage. In fact this is the best part about marriage. Just remember&lt;br /&gt;that the person you marry must be of your choice. In such case, there&lt;br /&gt;would be no going back for both of you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;A few words of advice: To make your marriage a success; just believe in&lt;br /&gt;the age-old virtue, "Never do anything to others that you don't like for&lt;br /&gt;yourself".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Enjoy the selection process, it is fun.. :-) !!!&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;br /&gt;http://sidscool.blogspot.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;"If you are not having fun, you are not doing it right."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Using Opera's revolutionary e-mail client: http://www.opera.com/mail/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-111721975007006741?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/111721975007006741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=111721975007006741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/111721975007006741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/111721975007006741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2005/05/how-to-choose-girl-in-arranged.html' title='How to Choose A Girl in Arranged Marriage !'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-111709759517884091</id><published>2005-05-26T14:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-26T14:28:27.496+05:30</updated><title type='text'>S H I T</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="mobile-post"&gt;This is my first forward at forwarders. Thanx to reddy. Here's an unbelievable one -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="mobile-post"&gt;In the 16th and 17th centuries, everything had to be transported byship and it was also before commercial fertilizer's invention, so large shipments of manure were common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was shipped dry, because in dry form it weighed a lot less than when wet, but once water (at sea) hit it, it not only became heavier, but the process of fermentation began again, of which a by-product is methane gas.As the stuff was stored below decks in bundles you can see what could (and did) happen. Methane began to build up below decks and the first time someone came below at night with a lantern, BOOOOM!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="mobile-post"&gt;Several ships were destroyed in this manner before it was determined just what was happening. After that, the bundles of manure were always stamped with the term "Ship High In Transit" on them which meant for the sailors to stow it high enough off the lower decks so that anywater that came into the hold would not touch this volatile cargo and start the production of methane. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="mobile-post"&gt;Thus evolved the term "S.H.I.T," (Ship High In Transport) which has come down through the centuries and is in use to this very day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-111709759517884091?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/111709759517884091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=111709759517884091' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/111709759517884091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/111709759517884091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2005/05/s-h-i-t.html' title='S H I T'/><author><name>krishna kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11464775547230305282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-111705547730379407</id><published>2005-05-26T02:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-05T23:25:21.126+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Caustic reality or bland illusions.....</title><content type='html'>Here's a funny letter from one of TIFR's professor (Disclaimer: authenticity not verified) to Times-of-India. &lt;br /&gt;My friend describes it as "Biting sarcasm at its overbearing best!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Dear Times of India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunil Mukhi&lt;br /&gt;Mumbai, March 22 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An open letter to the Times of India, everyone's favourite newspaper, at least in this great land, and among us English-speaking folk. If you are unfamiliar with this newspaper for any reason, such as that you hail from Sweden or Equatorial Guinea,  this article will not make much sense to you. Sorry, unfortunate person, you just don't know what you've missed. [The author].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Times of India,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to you - yes, all of you. The owner, the editor-in-chief, the subeditors, journalists, formatters, layouters, fast bowlers, off-spinners - sorry, what am I saying? It's all a bit confusing nowadays. So let me start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get to my point right away, I think your newspaper is just brilliant. A daily masterpiece, in fact! I've been reading it, on and off for a few decades now. It's had its phases - now communal, now secular, now pro-Indira, now pro-fundamentalist. But it always was, and is - and ever will be - the one and only, the greatest. The Times, ladies and gentlemen, of India! Bharat ka shaandaar Samay! And now in 2004, it's finally become even better than that. The Times of India is now about being Clever, and it's about Cricket. My two favourite subjects, as it turns out. The result is a high-water mark in journalism that must surely be the envy of Le Monde, The Hindu, The New York Times and all those other silly little newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me illustrate what I mean. This morning as I picked the Times of India off my doorstep, I saw in inch-high letters the headline: ``RAHUL IN LAHORE, RAHUL IN AMETHI". And my dear Times-persons, I silently marvelled at your cleverness. This was my thought process (I'm a slow thinker, but eventually I do get there): ``Rahul in Lahore", I thought, ``that has to be Rahul Dravid. While the one in Amethi, that one must be, what's his name, Rahul Gandhi." As I reached this point, the incredible truth began to dawn on me. Though I had always thought of them as two totally different people, there is a profound similarity between them: THEY HAVE  THE SAME FIRST NAME! And, moving swiftly from this deep and original observation, as only your newspaper can do, you PUT THEM IN THE SAME HEADLINE! What an exquisite twist on an apparently mundane reality. Like so many readers, I myself would have missed the point of the two Rahuls - the bi-Rahulity, as it were, of our nation. But your newspaper cleverly unmasked this hidden truth, and I can't thank you enough for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was more good stuff to follow. ``Team theme saves India's pride" contained a great pun - "team" and "theme". I have some friends who pronounce these two words in exactly the same way! So the phrase would sound like "Team team"  - or perhaps "Theme theme", depending on the specific friend. Your puns are really a treat. In fact, one might say that your puns are fun! Get that? Pun, fun! See, I can do it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never be as good at this as you guys. At the bottom of today's front page you wrote: "At 94 for 4, only the wall stood tall". That must be about Dravid (one of the Rahuls, the one who's different from the other one). He's tall, and I've heard that he's known as "the wall". But how cleverly you exploited the fact that "wall" and "tall" rhyme with each other! What a turn of phrase - ``The wall stood tall" - fantastic! Perhaps we could make a song out of it. ``Tall, tall, the wall stood tall. Tall stood the wall, the tall tall wall". Don't laugh TOI, one day my song will be playing on Radio Mirchi! But more about that later. It took me a while to realise that the first half of this headline also had a pun, and A VERY SUBTLE ONE. Because, when you think about it, "94 for 4" sounds like "ninety four four four" and so you have the SAME sound repeated THREE TIMES! Get it? Four four four! Now this is far out! Or four out! Or not out! It's all the same thing, since I don't follow cricket too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I fully agree with your basic principle. Cricket is THE THING. Everyone likes it: Atalji, Colin Powell, Mush, Sush, Ash, the chanawala, you, me (yes I do LIKE it, though as I said, I don't follow it so well because... well, because it's complicated, and my mind is like, you know? A little... limited? But please don't mind. That was a pun, you know: mind, mind. Get it? MY MIND, and DON'T MIND. Well I've become a lot better at this stuff by reading the Times of India. And don't go away, I have so much more to tell you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Ah yes. With all that's been going on these days, we needed an entire newspaper devoted to cricket. And NOW WE HAVE ONE! I can't thank you enough, guys. I love the clever title for your reportage on this series: "Pakraman". That's classy. "Pakistan" and "Aakraman" - who would have imagined they'd fit together like that? I bet your team did a little victory dance when they thought that one up. Were there any other contenders? You must have immediately rejected the reverse pairing,&lt;br /&gt;"Aakistan", which frankly sounds like nothing much. Actually, had the match been in Kazakhstan (do they play cricket there?) you could have tried "Kazakhraman", which is fairly good too. Maybe all those "istan" countries were just designed for your clever little pun. Then again Turkmenistan doesn't fit the pattern, does it. So we won't play cricket there, even if they beg us. But on the subject of ``Pakraman" there is no dispute. You thought of it first, and you deserve full credit, oh profoundly intellectual newspaper of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm the kind of person that, after reading your front page, is pretty much done with the newspaper. I mean, how much can one read about elections, train derailments, politicisation of history (I didn't even understand what that means). Just about the only thing I could follow today was the Page 2 article about Radio Mirchi. You rightly observe that this radio station has positioned itself as ``Aapka Apna Bollywood station". What frank and forthright admiration, and how beautifully put! I feel it's most decent of you to heap such praise on a different media company altogether. To tell the truth, I sometimes wonder whether the Mirchi people are totally above board. Occasionally they refer to themselves as "Times Radio Mirchi". Are they trying to suggest that they are somehow connected to your newspaper? They can't fool us, no sir. If they were connected to you then surely you wouldn't be praising them so much, for it would be tantamount to blowing one's own trumpet, wouldn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like money, so I'm not averse to reading about Business. Now your rival newspaper, The Hindu, has a whole section today called "Business Review" but it's boring as hell: stuff about "Business Process Management", and "Relentless bear pressure on bourses" - well, really! This kind of stuff just doesn't do it for me. I don't think I own too many bourses, so why would I care. Anyhow I skipped through most of your paper (stopping on pages 4,6,7,9,14 and 15 which are full-page ads that I always enjoy browsing) and finally reached the Business page, familiar territory. Instantly my eye fell on "Private train of thought", an article about  people who think the railways should be privatised. Neat! At least I think so! Here is my take on it: these peoples' train (of thought) is their own train, and therefore private, but at one and the same moment, their (private train of) thought is about trains (on tracks) being private. Hats off to whoever thought this one up! How can you possibly get through these complicated thoughts yourselves - my own trains (of thought) get derailed so easily! In fact the next headline I saw was "BRICs have to be laid" and, to be very honest, this caused my "private" thoughts to leap the tracks then and there. No, I won't go into any more detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point I switched to your supplement, Bombay Times. I want to write them a letter too, just like this one. Maybe another day. But let me tell you, they're as brilliant as the main newspaper. And I fully agree with them when they say "Pamela Anderson is NO BIMBO!". Why would anyone think she was? I just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-111705547730379407?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/111705547730379407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=111705547730379407' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/111705547730379407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/111705547730379407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2005/05/caustic-reality-or-bland-illusions.html' title='Caustic reality or bland illusions.....'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-109924140210366396</id><published>2004-10-31T22:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-31T22:20:02.103+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fwd: I never take risk while drinking</title><content type='html'>READ THIS IT IS IMPORTANT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never take risk while drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I come from office in the evening, wife is cooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the noise of utensils in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stealthily enter the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take out the bottle from my black cupboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shivaji Maharaj is looking at me from the photo frame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still no one is aware of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoz I never take a risk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take out the glass from the rack above the old sink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qucikly enjoy one peg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash the glass and again keep it on the rack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I also keep the bottle inside my cupboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shivaji Maharaj is giving a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I peep into the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife is cutting potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is aware of what I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoz i never take a risk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: Any news on Iyer's daughter's marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Nope, she doesn't seem to be that lucky. Still they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking out for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I again come out; there is a small noise of the black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cupboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't make any sound while taking out the bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take out the glass from the old rack above sink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly enjoy one peg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash the bottle and keep it in the sink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also keep the Black Glass in the cupboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still no one is aware of what I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoz I never take a risk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: But still I think Iyer's daughter's age is not that much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: What are you saying? She is 28 yrs old... like an aged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: (I forgot her age is 28) Oh Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I again take out potatoes out from my black cupboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the cupboard's place has automatically changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take out the bottle from the rack and quickly enjoy one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the sink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shivaji Maharaj laughs loudly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep the rack in the potatoes &amp; wash Shivaji Maharaj's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; keep it in the black cupboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife is keeping the sink on the stove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still no one is aware of what I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoz I never take a risk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: (getting angry) you call Mr. Iyer a horse? If you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, I will cut your tongue...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Don't just blabber something, go out and sit quietly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take out the bottle from the potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go in the black cupboard and enjoy a peg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash the sink and keep it over the rack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife is giving a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shivaji Maharaj is still cooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still no one is aware of what I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoz I never take a risk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: (laughing) So Iyer is marrying a horse!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Hey go and sprinkle some water on your face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I again go to the kitchen, and quietly sit on the rack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stove is also on the rack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a small noise of bottles from the room outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I peep and see that wife is enjoying a peg in the sink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But none of the horses are aware of what i did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoz Shivaji Maharaj never takes a risk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iyer is still cooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am looking at my wife from the photo and laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoz i never take a risk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-109924140210366396?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/109924140210366396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=109924140210366396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109924140210366396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109924140210366396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2004/10/fwd-i-never-take-risk-while-drinking.html' title='Fwd: I never take risk while drinking'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-109906661678500772</id><published>2004-10-29T21:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-29T21:46:56.786+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cricket moments!!</title><content type='html'>"Man, it don't matter where you come in to bat, the score is still&lt;br /&gt;zero."&lt;br /&gt;  -Viv Richards to Sunil Gavaskar at Madras 1983.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavaskar had decided to relinquish his opening position and come in at&lt;br /&gt;no 4 for that test. But, Malcolm Marshall fired out Anshuman Gaekwad and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilip Vengsarkar for ducks, setting the stage for Gavaskar to walk in at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0/2. And he thought there would be less pressure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg Thomas was bowling to Viv Richards in a county game. Viv missed a&lt;br /&gt;superb outswinger, and Thomas said "It's red, round and weighs about 5&lt;br /&gt;1/2 ounces."&lt;br /&gt;Next ball Viv hits Greg Thomas out of the ground for 6 and replies,&lt;br /&gt;"Greg, you know&lt;br /&gt;what it looks like. Go ahead and find it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this wicketkeeper who quietly asked the new batsman: "So&lt;br /&gt;how's your&lt;br /&gt;wife, and my kids?"&lt;br /&gt;   Guess who.........Rod Marsh....to Ian Botham!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand vs South Africa:&lt;br /&gt;Daryll Cullinan was batting, attempting a comeback from a complete&lt;br /&gt;bamboozling from&lt;br /&gt;Warne in earlier games. Cullinan played the first ball from Chris Harris&lt;br /&gt;very carefully&lt;br /&gt;Back down the pitch, and keeper Parore yelled out "Well bowled Warnie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia fighting for a win nearing the end of a Test Match, Fred&lt;br /&gt;Trueman at the crease.&lt;br /&gt;The Aus captain has plenty of close in fielders, whose shadows fall on&lt;br /&gt;the wicket.&lt;br /&gt;Fredie finds this objectionable. 'Ere, if you lads don't back off, I'll&lt;br /&gt;appeal for bad light!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best of the best&lt;br /&gt;(Incident described in "From the Pavilion End" by Harold "Dickie" Bird)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bomber" Wells, a spin bowler and great character, played for&lt;br /&gt;Glocuestershire and&lt;br /&gt;Nottinghamshire. He used to bat at No.11 since one couldn't bat any&lt;br /&gt;lower. Of him,&lt;br /&gt;They used to paraphrase Compton's famous words describing and equally&lt;br /&gt;inept runner;&lt;br /&gt;"When he shouts 'YES' for a run, it is merely the basis for further&lt;br /&gt;negotiations!"&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, Compton was no better. John Warr said, of Compton "He was&lt;br /&gt;the only person&lt;br /&gt;who would call you for a run and wish you luck at the same time."&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when Wells&lt;br /&gt;played for Gloucs, he had an equally horrendous runner as the No.10.&lt;br /&gt;During a county&lt;br /&gt;match, horror of horrors.......both got injured. *Both* opted for&lt;br /&gt;runners when it was&lt;br /&gt;their turn to bat. Bomber played a ball on the off, called for a run,&lt;br /&gt;forgot he had a&lt;br /&gt;runner and ran himself. Ditto at the other end. In the melee, someone&lt;br /&gt;decided that a&lt;br /&gt;second run was on. Now we had *all four* running. Due to the confusion&lt;br /&gt;and constant&lt;br /&gt;shouts of "YES" "NO", eventually, *all* of them ran to the same end.&lt;br /&gt;Note - at this point&lt;br /&gt;in time, the entire ground is rolling on the floor laughing their&lt;br /&gt;behinds out. One of the&lt;br /&gt;fielders - brave lad - stops laughing for a minute, picks the ball and&lt;br /&gt;throws down the&lt;br /&gt;wicket at the other end. Umpire Alec Skelding looks very seriously at&lt;br /&gt;the four and&lt;br /&gt;calmly informs them "One of you buggers is out. I don't know which.&lt;br /&gt;*You* decide and&lt;br /&gt;inform the bloody scorers!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-109906661678500772?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/109906661678500772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=109906661678500772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109906661678500772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109906661678500772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2004/10/cricket-moments.html' title='Cricket moments!!'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-109855686950374769</id><published>2004-10-24T00:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-24T00:11:09.503+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"It was worth it"</title><content type='html'>Horror gripped the heart of a World War-I soldier, as he saw his&lt;br /&gt;lifelong friend fall in battle. The soldier asked his Lieutenant if he&lt;br /&gt;could&lt;br /&gt;go out to bring his fallen comrade back. "You can go," said the&lt;br /&gt;Lieutenant, "but don't think it will be worth it.Your friend is probably&lt;br /&gt;dead&lt;br /&gt;and you may throw your life away." The Lieutenant's words didn't&lt;br /&gt;matter, and the soldier went anyway. Miraculously,he managed to reach&lt;br /&gt;his&lt;br /&gt;friend, hoisted him onto his shoulder and brought him back to their&lt;br /&gt;company's trench. The officer checked the wounded soldier , then looked&lt;br /&gt;kindly at his friend. " I told you it wouldn't be worth it,"&lt;br /&gt;he said. "Your friend is dead and you are mortally wounded." "It was&lt;br /&gt;worth it, Sir," said the soldier. "What do you mean by worth it?"&lt;br /&gt;responded the Lieutenant. " Your friend is dead."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Sir," the soldier answered, " but it was worth it because when I&lt;br /&gt;got to him, he was still alive and I had the satisfaction of hearing him&lt;br /&gt;say...."Jim...I knew you'd come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times in life, whether a thing is worth doing or not, really&lt;br /&gt;depends on how u look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-109855686950374769?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/109855686950374769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=109855686950374769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109855686950374769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109855686950374769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2004/10/it-was-worth-it.html' title='&quot;It was worth it&quot;'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-109855679159457837</id><published>2004-10-24T00:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-24T00:09:51.593+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Confucius' musings...</title><content type='html'>A person asked Confucius, "What surprises you most about mankind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confucius answered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They lose their health to make money and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then lose their money to restore their health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By thinking anxiously about the future, they forget the present,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such that they live neither for the present nor the future and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they live as if they will never die,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they die as if they had never lived....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-109855679159457837?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/109855679159457837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=109855679159457837' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109855679159457837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109855679159457837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2004/10/confucius-musings.html' title='Confucius&apos; musings...'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-109855675137322311</id><published>2004-10-24T00:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-24T00:09:11.373+05:30</updated><title type='text'>God does exist</title><content type='html'>A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut. As the barber began to&lt;br /&gt;work, they began to have conversation. They talked about so many things&lt;br /&gt;and various subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't believe that God exists."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you say that?" asked the customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't&lt;br /&gt;exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine a loving a God who would&lt;br /&gt;allow all of these things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't&lt;br /&gt;want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer&lt;br /&gt;left the shop. Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the&lt;br /&gt;street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked dirty and unkempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the barber: "You know what? Barbers do not exist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber. "I am here, and I am&lt;br /&gt;a barber. And I just worked on you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they did,&lt;br /&gt;there would be nobody with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like&lt;br /&gt;that man outside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, but barbers DO exist! What happens, is, people do not come to me. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly" - affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God too DOES&lt;br /&gt;exist! What happens, is, people don't go to Him and do not look for Him.&lt;br /&gt;That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-109855675137322311?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/109855675137322311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=109855675137322311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109855675137322311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109855675137322311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2004/10/god-does-exist.html' title='God does exist'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-109822116024558538</id><published>2004-10-20T02:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-20T02:56:00.246+05:30</updated><title type='text'>globalization.... extended definition ;-)</title><content type='html'>  Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   What is the truest definition of Globalization?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Answer:Princess Diana's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Question:How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   An English princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   with an Egyptian boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   crashes in a French tunnel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   driving a German car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   with a Dutch engine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   driven by a Belgian who was drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   on Scottish whisky, (check the bottle before you..&lt;br /&gt;   change the spelling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   followed closely by Italian Paparazzi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   on Japanese motorcycles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   treated by an American doctor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   using Brazilian medicines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And this is sent to you by an Indian ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   using Bill Gates' technology,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   and you're probably reading this on one of the IBM clones,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   that use Taiwanese-made chips,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   programmed by low cost Indian programmers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   and a Korean-made monitor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   assembled by Bangladeshi workers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   in a Singapore plant,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   transported by lorries driven by Srilankans ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   hijacked by Indonesians,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   unloaded by Sicilian longshoremen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   and trucked by Mexican illegals.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   That,my friend, is Globalization!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As far as the laws of mathematics refer to reality, they are not&lt;br /&gt;certain, and as far as they are certain, they do not refer to reality."&lt;br /&gt;-- Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free.&lt;br /&gt;Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com).&lt;br /&gt;Version: 6.0.778 / Virus Database: 525 - Release Date: 10/15/2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;br /&gt;Using Opera's revolutionary e-mail client: http://www.opera.com/m2/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-109822116024558538?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/109822116024558538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=109822116024558538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109822116024558538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109822116024558538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2004/10/globalization-extended-definition.html' title='globalization.... extended definition ;-)'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-109822077073513142</id><published>2004-10-20T02:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-20T02:49:30.736+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Clever Mathematician</title><content type='html'>Long ago, a clever mathematician used to cheat people. Once he borrowed  &lt;br /&gt;Rs.4000/- from a rich man. After a few days, he borrowed Rs.2000/- from  &lt;br /&gt;the same man. Many days passed, the mathematician did not return the money  &lt;br /&gt;to the rich man. The rich man went to the mathematician and asked to  &lt;br /&gt;return the money. But to his great surprise, the mathematician replied  &lt;br /&gt;that there is no need to pay the debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See here, friend" said the mathematician " the sum of 4000 and 2000 is  &lt;br /&gt;equal to zero, so I do not have any balance to pay".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rich man took the matter to the court. When the judge came to know  &lt;br /&gt;this, he was astonished. He asked the mathematician to prove that sum of  &lt;br /&gt;4000 and 2000 is zero, and not 6000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Clever mathematician agreed. He said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let a = 4000, b = 2000 and c = 6000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a + b = c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiply both sides by a + b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a + b) (a + b) = c (a + b)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a*a + ab + ba + b*b = ca + cb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a*a + ab - ca = cb - b*b - ba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a( a + b -c) = -b(b + a - c)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so a = - b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a + b = 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence by putting the values of "a" and "b" as 4000 and 2000 respectively,  &lt;br /&gt;their sum is zero, so the mathematician saw no need to pay any money to  &lt;br /&gt;the rich man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above calculation has no doubt surprised you as it did the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do u say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-109822077073513142?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/109822077073513142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=109822077073513142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109822077073513142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109822077073513142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2004/10/clever-mathematician.html' title='Clever Mathematician'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-109822061477725835</id><published>2004-10-20T02:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-20T02:46:54.776+05:30</updated><title type='text'>do u have an answer???????think again!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>  Read this question, come up with an answer and then&lt;br /&gt;scroll down to the bottom for the result. This is not&lt;br /&gt;a trick question. All the information you  need is&lt;br /&gt;provided in the four sentences below. No one I know&lt;br /&gt;has&lt;br /&gt;gotten it  right, including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman, while at the funeral of her mother, met this&lt;br /&gt;guy whom she did not know. She thought the guy was&lt;br /&gt;amazing, her dream man! She fell in love with him&lt;br /&gt;instantly, but never asked for his phone number and&lt;br /&gt;could not find him after the funeral. A few days later&lt;br /&gt;she killed her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: What is her motive in killing her sister?&lt;br /&gt;(Give this some thought  before you answer) then&lt;br /&gt;scroll down for the answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer below......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;She was hoping that the guy would appear at the&lt;br /&gt;funeral again. If you&lt;br /&gt;answered this correctly, you think like a psychopath.&lt;br /&gt;This was a test&lt;br /&gt;by a&lt;br /&gt;famous American psychologist used to test if someone&lt;br /&gt;has the same&lt;br /&gt;mentality&lt;br /&gt;as a killer. Many arrested serial killers took part in&lt;br /&gt;the test&lt;br /&gt;answered&lt;br /&gt;the question correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't answer the question correctly, good for&lt;br /&gt;you - you're&lt;br /&gt;normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you got the answer correct, please let me know&lt;br /&gt;so I can take you off of my email list unless that&lt;br /&gt;will tick you off,&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;br /&gt;I'll just be extra nice to you from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-109822061477725835?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/109822061477725835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=109822061477725835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109822061477725835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109822061477725835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2004/10/do-u-have-answerthink-again.html' title='do u have an answer???????think again!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-109663195955977340</id><published>2004-10-01T17:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-01T17:29:19.560+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Actual Analogies found in High School Essays</title><content type='html'>His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like&lt;br /&gt;underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was  &lt;br /&gt;room-temperature&lt;br /&gt;Canadian beef.&lt;br /&gt;She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just&lt;br /&gt;before it throws up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who&lt;br /&gt;went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes&lt;br /&gt;with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high&lt;br /&gt;schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of  &lt;br /&gt;those&lt;br /&gt;boxes with a pinhole in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because Of&lt;br /&gt;his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly&lt;br /&gt;surcharge-free ATM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a Bowling&lt;br /&gt;ball wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with&lt;br /&gt;vegetable soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie,  &lt;br /&gt;surreal&lt;br /&gt;quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on&lt;br /&gt;at 7:00 p. m. instead of 7:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the&lt;br /&gt;grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left&lt;br /&gt;Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19&lt;br /&gt;p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also&lt;br /&gt;never met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East&lt;br /&gt;River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in his last years, Grand pappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one&lt;br /&gt;that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this  &lt;br /&gt;plan&lt;br /&gt;just might work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a&lt;br /&gt;while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a  &lt;br /&gt;real&lt;br /&gt;duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or&lt;br /&gt;something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The knife was as sharp as the tone used by Rep. Sheila Jackson Lee (D-Tex.)&lt;br /&gt;in her first several points of parliamentary procedure made to Rep. Henry&lt;br /&gt;Hyde (R-Ill.) in the House Judiciary Committee hearings on the Impeachment&lt;br /&gt;of President William Jefferson Clinton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind&lt;br /&gt;her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power&lt;br /&gt;tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she&lt;br /&gt;were a garbage truck backing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was as easy as the TV Guide crossword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes were like limpid pools, only they had forgotten to put in any PH&lt;br /&gt;cleanser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[In my bedroom] the chest stood in the corner like a little, old lady with&lt;br /&gt;her knobs hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to my taste in music, my boyfriend has influenced me greatly with his&lt;br /&gt;twelve-inch woofer and two tweeters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-109663195955977340?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/109663195955977340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=109663195955977340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109663195955977340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109663195955977340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2004/10/actual-analogies-found-in-high-school.html' title='Actual Analogies found in High School Essays'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-109663153462959310</id><published>2004-10-01T17:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-01T17:22:14.630+05:30</updated><title type='text'>September, 1752</title><content type='html'>Try this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the command prompt of a Unix system ($), type : cal 9 1752&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the explanation for what you see. If you are not  in Unix don't&lt;br /&gt;worry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 1752&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S M Tu W Th F S&lt;br /&gt;1 2 14 15 16&lt;br /&gt;17 18 19 20 21 22 23&lt;br /&gt;24 25 26 27 28 29 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the output queer? A month with whole eleven days  less?&lt;br /&gt;This was the time England shifted from Roman Julian  Calendar to the&lt;br /&gt;Gregorian Calendar, and the king of England ordered  those 11 days&lt;br /&gt;to be wiped off the face of the month of September of 1752.&lt;br /&gt;(What couldn't a  King do in those  days?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the workers worked for 11 days less, but got  paid for the&lt;br /&gt;entire&lt;br /&gt;30 days. And that's how "Paid Leave" was born.  (Bless those&lt;br /&gt;people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-109663153462959310?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/109663153462959310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=109663153462959310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109663153462959310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109663153462959310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2004/10/september-1752.html' title='September, 1752'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-109620051225362658</id><published>2004-09-26T17:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-26T17:38:32.253+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Let's c if u send it back</title><content type='html'>One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw &lt;br /&gt;a kid from my class was walking home from school. His &lt;br /&gt;name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his &lt;br /&gt;books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring &lt;br /&gt;home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a &lt;br /&gt;nerd." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football &lt;br /&gt;game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I &lt;br /&gt;shrugged my shoulders and went on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward &lt;br /&gt;him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his &lt;br /&gt;arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses &lt;br /&gt;went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten &lt;br /&gt;feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible &lt;br /&gt;sadness in his eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and &lt;br /&gt;as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw &lt;br /&gt;a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, &lt;br /&gt;"Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives." He looked &lt;br /&gt;at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where &lt;br /&gt;he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him &lt;br /&gt;why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private &lt;br /&gt;school before now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have never hung out with a private school kid &lt;br /&gt;before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some &lt;br /&gt;of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I &lt;br /&gt;asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my &lt;br /&gt;friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the &lt;br /&gt;more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my &lt;br /&gt;friends thought the same of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the &lt;br /&gt;huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, &lt;br /&gt;"Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles &lt;br /&gt;with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and &lt;br /&gt;handed me half the books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best &lt;br /&gt;friends. When we were seniors, we began to think &lt;br /&gt;about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I &lt;br /&gt;was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be &lt;br /&gt;friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He &lt;br /&gt;was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business &lt;br /&gt;on a football scholarship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the &lt;br /&gt;time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for &lt;br /&gt;graduation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and &lt;br /&gt;speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He &lt;br /&gt;was one of those guys that really found himself during high &lt;br /&gt;school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. &lt;br /&gt;He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. &lt;br /&gt;Boy, sometimes I was jealous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those days. I could see that he was &lt;br /&gt;nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back &lt;br /&gt;and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me &lt;br /&gt;with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. &lt;br /&gt;"Thanks," he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and &lt;br /&gt;began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped &lt;br /&gt;you make it through those tough years. Your parents, &lt;br /&gt;your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly &lt;br /&gt;your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a &lt;br /&gt;friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I &lt;br /&gt;am going to tell you a story." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the &lt;br /&gt;story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill &lt;br /&gt;himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had &lt;br /&gt;cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do &lt;br /&gt;it later and was carrying his stuff home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from &lt;br /&gt;doing the unspeakable." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular &lt;br /&gt;boy told us all about his weakest moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same &lt;br /&gt;grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate the power of your actions. With &lt;br /&gt;one small gesture you can change a person's life. For &lt;br /&gt;better or for worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another &lt;br /&gt;in some way. Look for God in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-109620051225362658?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/109620051225362658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=109620051225362658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109620051225362658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109620051225362658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2004/09/lets-c-if-u-send-it-back.html' title='Let&apos;s c if u send it back'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-109600310754675417</id><published>2004-09-24T10:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-24T10:48:27.546+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love test...</title><content type='html'>Soniya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please answer the following questionnaire.&lt;br /&gt;For Options (a)10 marks,(b) 5 marks and (c) 3 marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have scored more than 40, then you are loving&lt;br /&gt;me. Don't delay in&lt;br /&gt;expressing it. If you have scored between 30 and 40,&lt;br /&gt;love is budding in&lt;br /&gt;your heart and it's getting ready to bloom. If you&lt;br /&gt;have scored less&lt;br /&gt;than 30, you are in confusion whether to love me or&lt;br /&gt;not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Whenever you enter the class room, your sight&lt;br /&gt;always falls on me&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) of love&lt;br /&gt;(b) you couldn't control seeing me&lt;br /&gt;(c) really .... am I doing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Whenever professor cracks joke, you laugh and turn&lt;br /&gt;and look at me&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;(a) you always like to see me smiling&lt;br /&gt;(b) you are testing whether I like jokes&lt;br /&gt;(c) you are attracted by my smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When you were singing in the class, I entered and&lt;br /&gt;immediately you&lt;br /&gt;stopped singing because&lt;br /&gt;(a) you are so coy to sing before me&lt;br /&gt;(b) my presence influenced you&lt;br /&gt;(c) you feared that whether I'll like your song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) When you were showing your child photo, when I&lt;br /&gt;asked for it, you hid&lt;br /&gt;it because&lt;br /&gt;(a) you felt ashamed&lt;br /&gt;(b) you felt uneasy&lt;br /&gt;(c) you don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) During trekking, myself and my friend gave you hand&lt;br /&gt;for lifting you&lt;br /&gt;and you took only my friend's because&lt;br /&gt;(a) you enjoyed my disappointment&lt;br /&gt;(b) you won't feel leaving my hand after grabbing&lt;br /&gt;(c) you don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) You were waiting yesterday for bus and didn't get&lt;br /&gt;into your bus.&lt;br /&gt;(a) you were waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;(b) you were dreaming about me and didn't notice the&lt;br /&gt;bus&lt;br /&gt;(c) that bus was crowded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) You introduced me to your parents when they came to&lt;br /&gt;college because&lt;br /&gt;(a) I am going to be your groom&lt;br /&gt;(b) you just want to know what your parents think&lt;br /&gt;about me&lt;br /&gt;(c) just you felt like introducing me to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I told that I like girls wearing roses. Next day,&lt;br /&gt;you came with a&lt;br /&gt;rose on your head because&lt;br /&gt;(a) to fulfill my wish&lt;br /&gt;(b) you like roses&lt;br /&gt;(c) by chance you got a rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) On that day, it was my birthday. you too came to&lt;br /&gt;temple early at&lt;br /&gt;6:00 AM because&lt;br /&gt;(a) you want to pray along with me&lt;br /&gt;(b) you want to meet me before any one could meet on&lt;br /&gt;my birthday&lt;br /&gt;(c) you want to wish me at temple because you are&lt;br /&gt;spiritual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eagerly awaiting the result of Love Exam&lt;br /&gt;- Ani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soniya's reply letter was also in Q/A format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ani,&lt;br /&gt;Please answer the following Yes/No questionnaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If somebody sits in the first row, normally people&lt;br /&gt;entering the&lt;br /&gt;class, sees them&lt;br /&gt;(a) Yes&lt;br /&gt;(b) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If a girls laughs and sees anyone, is it love ?&lt;br /&gt;(a) Yes&lt;br /&gt;(b) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) While singing, if somebody forgets lines of the&lt;br /&gt;songs, will&lt;br /&gt;he/she stop singing or not ?&lt;br /&gt;(a) Yes&lt;br /&gt;(b) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I was showing to my friends who are girls my child&lt;br /&gt;photo. You poked&lt;br /&gt;you nose inside..... right ?&lt;br /&gt;(a) Yes&lt;br /&gt;(b) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I avoided to hold your hand during trekking.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't you&lt;br /&gt;understand yet?&lt;br /&gt;(a) Yes&lt;br /&gt;(b) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Should I not wait for my friend (girl) ?&lt;br /&gt;(a) Yes&lt;br /&gt;(b) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Shouldn't I introduce you to my parents as a friend&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;(a) Yes&lt;br /&gt;(b) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) You have said you also like Lotus, cauliflower,&lt;br /&gt;banana's flower. Is&lt;br /&gt;it true ?&lt;br /&gt;(a) Yes&lt;br /&gt;(b) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Oh was that your birthday. That's why I could see&lt;br /&gt;you in temple. I&lt;br /&gt;come daily to Temple. Do you know ?&lt;br /&gt;(a) Yes&lt;br /&gt;(b) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have answered 'Yes' to any of the question,&lt;br /&gt;then I am not&lt;br /&gt;loving you.&lt;br /&gt;If you have answered 'No', then you don't know the&lt;br /&gt;meaning of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Soniya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-109600310754675417?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/109600310754675417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=109600310754675417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109600310754675417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109600310754675417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2004/09/love-test.html' title='Love test...'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-109566134472455285</id><published>2004-09-20T11:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-20T11:52:24.723+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Girlsssssssssssss</title><content type='html'>The problems with GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u TREAT her nicely, she says u are IN LOVE with her;&lt;br /&gt;If u Don't, she says u are PROUD.&lt;br /&gt;If u DRESS Nicely, she says u are trying to LURE her;&lt;br /&gt;If u Don't, she says u are from MADURAI.&lt;br /&gt;If u ARGUE with her, she says u are STUBBORN;&lt;br /&gt;If u keep QUIET,! she says u have no BRAINS.&lt;br /&gt;If u are SMARTER than her, she'll lose FACE;&lt;br /&gt;If she's Smarter than u, she is GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;If u don't Love her, she tries to POSSESS u;&lt;br /&gt;If u Love her, she will try to LEAVE u.(very true huh?)&lt;br /&gt;If u tell her your PROBLEM, she says u are TROUBLESOME;&lt;br /&gt;If u don't, she says that u don't TRUST her.&lt;br /&gt;If u SCOLD her, u are like a CHACHA to her;&lt;br /&gt;If she SCOLDS u,! it is because she CARES for u.&lt;br /&gt;If u BREAK your PROMISE, u Cannot be TRUSTED;&lt;br /&gt;If she BREAKS hers, she is FORCED to do so.&lt;br /&gt;If u do WELL in your exams, she says it's LUCK;&lt;br /&gt;If she does WELL, it's BRAINS.&lt;br /&gt;If u HURT her, u are CRUEL;&lt;br /&gt;If she HURTS u, u are too SENSITIVE!! &amp; sooo hard to please!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;If u send this to girls, they will swear that this is absurd.......&lt;br /&gt;But if u don't, they say u are afraid to send it to them....&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEND THIS TO GIRLS OUT THERE ANYWAY...&lt;br /&gt;Send it to boys also, aware them of the truth!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic diffrence b/w a man &amp; a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a BOY withdraws cash from ATM&lt;br /&gt;1. Park the car&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to ATM Machine&lt;br /&gt;3. Insert card&lt;br /&gt;4. Enter PIN&lt;br /&gt;5. Take money out&lt;br /&gt;6. Take ATM Card out&lt;br /&gt;7. Drive away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a GIRL withdraws cash from ATM&lt;br /&gt;1. Park the car&lt;br /&gt;2. Check makeup&lt;br /&gt;3. Turn off engine&lt;br /&gt;4. Check makeup&lt;br /&gt;5. Go to ATM&lt;br /&gt;6. Hunt for ATM card in the purse&lt;br /&gt;7. Insert card&lt;br /&gt;8. Hit Cancel&lt;br /&gt;9. Hunt in purse for chit with PIN written on it&lt;br /&gt;10. Insert card&lt;br /&gt;11. Enter PIN&lt;br /&gt;12. Take cash&lt;br /&gt;13. Go to car&lt;br /&gt;14. Check makeup&lt;br /&gt;15. Start car&lt;br /&gt;16. Stop car&lt;br /&gt;17. Run back to ATM&lt;br /&gt;18. Take ATM card&lt;br /&gt;19. Back to car&lt;br /&gt;20. Check makeup&lt;br /&gt;21. Start car&lt;br /&gt;22. Check makeup&lt;br /&gt;23. Drive for 1/2 mile&lt;br /&gt;24. Release handbrake&lt;br /&gt;25. Drive on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-109566134472455285?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/109566134472455285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=109566134472455285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109566134472455285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109566134472455285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2004/09/girlsssssssssssss.html' title='Girlsssssssssssss'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-109565896443066277</id><published>2004-09-20T11:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-20T11:12:44.436+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Problem with Girls..girls* and guys please give ur comment</title><content type='html'>The problems with GIRLS:                                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;                                         ;                           &lt;br /&gt;  If u TREAT her nicely, she says u are IN LOVE with                       &lt;br /&gt;  her;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  If u Don't,  she says u are PROUD.                                       &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  If u DRESS Nicely,  she says u are trying to LURE her;                   &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  If u Don't, she says u are from CHENNAI.                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  If u ARGUE with her, she says u are STUBBORN;                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  If u keep QUIET,! she says u have no BRAINS.                             &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  If u are SMARTER than her,  she'll lose FACE;                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  If she's Smarter than u, she is GREAT.                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  If u don't Love her,  she tries to POSSESS u;                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  If u Love her, she will try to LEAVE u.(very true                        &lt;br /&gt;  huh?)                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If u tell her your PROBLEM,  she says u are                              &lt;br /&gt;  TROUBLESOME;                                                             &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  If u don't,  she says that u don't TRUST her.                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  If u SCOLD her, u are like a CHACHA to her;                              &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  If she SCOLDS u, it is because she CARES for u.                          &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  If u BREAK your PROMISE, u Cannot be TRUSTED;                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  If she BREAKS hers,  she is FORCED to do so.                             &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  If u SMOKE, u are BAD BOY;                                               &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  If she SMOKES, she is a GENTLELADY.                                      &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  If u do WELL in your exams, she says it's LUCK;                          &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  If she does WELL, it's BRAINS.                                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  If u HURT her, u are CRUEL;                                              &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  If she HURTS u, u are too SENSITIVE!!                                    &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  &amp; sooo hard to please!!!!!                                               &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  If u send this to girls, they will swear that it's not                   &lt;br /&gt;  true.......                                                              &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  but if u don't, they say u are selfish.....                              &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  The moral of the story is.......SEND THIS TO GIRLS OUT                   &lt;br /&gt;  THERE ANYWAY...                                                          &lt;br /&gt;  Send                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;  it to boys also, gives them some laughter ...                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  --------                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  Words to remember for a while                                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  Boys are like apples on trees. The best ones are at                      &lt;br /&gt;  the top of the                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  tree.                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  The girls don't want to reach for the good ones                          &lt;br /&gt;  because they're afraid                                                   &lt;br /&gt;  of                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;  falling and getting hurt. Instead they just get the                      &lt;br /&gt;  rotten apples that                                                       &lt;br /&gt;  are                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;  on the ground, that aren't as good, but easy.                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  So the apples at the top think that there is something                   &lt;br /&gt;  wrong with them,                                                         &lt;br /&gt;  when                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;  in reality, they are amazing.                                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  That is why we just have to be a little patient and                      &lt;br /&gt;  the right girl, the                                                      &lt;br /&gt;  one                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;  who takes a chance to find the good, right apple, will                   &lt;br /&gt;  come someday...                                                          &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  Send this to all the boys who you know are at the top                    &lt;br /&gt;  of the tree.                                                             &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  So Guys if u are alone...this means that u r on                          &lt;br /&gt;  top....so be confident                                                   &lt;br /&gt;  and                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;  wait for ur time....         &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;AUTHOR: UNKNOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-109565896443066277?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/109565896443066277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=109565896443066277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109565896443066277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109565896443066277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2004/09/problem-with-girlsgirls-and-guys.html' title='Problem with Girls..girls* and guys please give ur comment'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-109565871979080114</id><published>2004-09-20T11:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-20T11:08:39.790+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Especially for Hyderabadies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>You are a true Hyderabadi if:&lt;br /&gt; 1. Your address reads as 23-404-32/67A-43 (New MCH&lt;br /&gt; number 56-678/4A/B-22),while you actually live in&lt;br /&gt; the&lt;br /&gt; second house beside  Zamzam cafe in lane behind&lt;br /&gt; Anand&lt;br /&gt; Theatre on SP Road.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. You end up buying only a salwar kameez, whether&lt;br /&gt; it&lt;br /&gt; is a theatre workshop, food mela, consumer expo,&lt;br /&gt; designer jewellery show, science show or an&lt;br /&gt; automobile&lt;br /&gt; convention.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. Your street has at least one roadside mobile&lt;br /&gt; hotel&lt;br /&gt; that serves  Chinese delicacies such as "Vegetable&lt;br /&gt; soft&lt;br /&gt; needles", "Navrotten Kurma", "Chicken Manchewurea"&lt;br /&gt; or&lt;br /&gt; "American Chompsee".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. Your answer is 'seedha chale jao' when somebody&lt;br /&gt; asks you for directions,whether it is to Malakpet,&lt;br /&gt; Masab Tank, Malkajgiri or Moosapet.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5. You come across tailors sporting the board:&lt;br /&gt; Immidiot delivery in two days only.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6.You can speak Hindi, Urdu, hyderabadi hinglish,&lt;br /&gt; except Telugu, fluently.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7.You ask the waiter to get you some 'Mango pickle'&lt;br /&gt; even if you are sitting at a lavish continental&lt;br /&gt; banquet dinner with exotic Chinese, Mexican, talian&lt;br /&gt; and Lebanese cuisines.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9. You order for a tea just after having had a&lt;br /&gt; Caramel custard.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10. You have at least one Srinivas,Prasad, Raju&lt;br /&gt; or Venkatesh within six square feet. OR you have at&lt;br /&gt; least one cousin, friend, colleague or acquaintance&lt;br /&gt; with these names.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11. You have at least one cousin, friend, colleague&lt;br /&gt; or&lt;br /&gt; acquaintance in the US in software.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;12. Everytime somebody gives you a piece of good&lt;br /&gt; news, the first thing you ask them is 'Party kab&lt;br /&gt; hain?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13. Refer to any past as 'parso', be it yesterday or&lt;br /&gt; long before three hundred years.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;14. You call 11 AM as subah subah.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15. You label your boss as 'Dimakh Kharab'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16. You are 15 minutes late and you feel you are&lt;br /&gt; on time.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17. You look at the fixed price stand and still&lt;br /&gt; ask 'dene ka bolo'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18. You are reading this and secretly admitting&lt;br /&gt; that you are, after all, a true blue Hyderabadi.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;you know one thing..... Once a Hyderabadi, always a&lt;br /&gt; Hyderabadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-109565871979080114?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/109565871979080114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=109565871979080114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109565871979080114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109565871979080114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2004/09/especially-for-hyderabadies.html' title='Especially for Hyderabadies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-109565854239384943</id><published>2004-09-20T11:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-20T11:05:42.393+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Newton &amp; Rajnikanth!</title><content type='html'>Once, Newton came to India and watched a few Tamil&lt;br /&gt;movies that had his head spinning. He was convinced&lt;br /&gt;that all his logic and laws in physics were just&lt;br /&gt;a huge pile of junk and apologized for everything he&lt;br /&gt;had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie of Rajanikanth, Newton was confused to&lt;br /&gt;such an extent that he went paranoid. Here are a few&lt;br /&gt;scenes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Rajanikanth has a Brain Tumor which, according to&lt;br /&gt;the doctors can't be cured and his death is imminent.&lt;br /&gt;In one of the fights, our great&lt;br /&gt;Rajanikanth is shot in the head. To everybody's&lt;br /&gt;surprise, the bullet passes through his ears taking&lt;br /&gt;away the tumor along with it and he is cured! Long&lt;br /&gt;Live Rajanikanth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) In another movie, Rajanikanth is confronted with 3&lt;br /&gt;gangsters. Rajanikanth has a gun but unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;only one bullet and a knife.&lt;br /&gt;Guess, what he does...&lt;br /&gt;He throws the knife at the middle gangster... &amp; shoots&lt;br /&gt;the bullet towards the knife. The knife cuts the&lt;br /&gt;bullet into 2 pieces, which kills both the&lt;br /&gt;gangsters on each side of the middle gangster &amp; the&lt;br /&gt;knife kills the middle one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Rajanikanth is chased by a gangster. Rajanikanth&lt;br /&gt;has a revolver but no bullets in it. Guess, what he&lt;br /&gt;does. Nah... not even in your remotest&lt;br /&gt;imaginations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waits for the gangster to shoot. As soon as the&lt;br /&gt;gangster shoots, Rajanikanth opens the bullet&lt;br /&gt;compartment of his revolver and catches the&lt;br /&gt;bullet. Then, he closes the bullet compartment and&lt;br /&gt;fires his gun. Bang...&lt;br /&gt;the gangster dies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was too much for our Newton to take! He was&lt;br /&gt;completely shaken and decided to go back. But he&lt;br /&gt;happened to see another&lt;br /&gt;movie for one last time, and thought that at least one&lt;br /&gt;movie would follow his theory of physics. The&lt;br /&gt;whole movie goes fine and Newton is happy that all in&lt;br /&gt;the world hasn't changed. Oops, not so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'climax' finally arrives.Rajanikanth gets to know&lt;br /&gt;that the villain is on the other side of a very high&lt;br /&gt;wall. So high that Rajanikanth can't jump&lt;br /&gt;even if he tries like one of those superman techniques&lt;br /&gt;that our heroes normally use. Rajanikanth&lt;br /&gt;has to desperately kill the villain because it's the&lt;br /&gt;climax. (Newton dada is smiling since it is virtually&lt;br /&gt;impossible...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rajanikanth suddenly pulls two guns from his pockets.&lt;br /&gt;He throws one gun in the air and when the gun has&lt;br /&gt;reached above the height of the wall, he uses&lt;br /&gt;the second gun and shoots at the trigger of the first&lt;br /&gt;gun in air. The first gun fires off and the villain is&lt;br /&gt;dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newton commits suicide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-109565854239384943?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/109565854239384943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=109565854239384943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109565854239384943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109565854239384943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2004/09/newton-rajnikanth.html' title='Newton &amp; Rajnikanth!'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-109565755727782083</id><published>2004-09-20T10:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-20T10:49:17.276+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Indian English at its best</title><content type='html'>This is a collection of leave letters and applications written by&lt;br /&gt;people from various places. This is Indian English at its best.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. A candidate's application: "This has reference to your advertisement&lt;br /&gt;calling for a 'typist and an accountant - Male or Female'... As I am&lt;br /&gt;both for the past several years and I can handle both, I am applying for the&lt;br /&gt;post.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. An employee applied for leave as follows: Since I have to go to my&lt;br /&gt;village to sell my land along with my wife. Please sanction me one-week&lt;br /&gt;leave.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. Another employee applied for half-day leave as follows: "Since I've&lt;br /&gt;to go to the cremation ground and I may not return, please grant me half&lt;br /&gt;Day casual leave".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. A friend of mine had written a leave letter to the headmaster: "As I&lt;br /&gt;am studying in this school I am suffering from headache. I request you to&lt;br /&gt;leave me today".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5. A family friend of ours told an incident of his friend's letter: "I&lt;br /&gt;am suffering from fever, please declare holiday to the school".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6. Another leave letter written to the headmaster: As my headache is&lt;br /&gt;paining, please grant me leave for the day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7. A covering note:, "I am enclosed herewith...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8. Another leave letter written to Administration dept: As my&lt;br /&gt;Mother-in-law has expired and I am responsible for it, please grant me 10&lt;br /&gt;days leave.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9. Actual letter written for application of leave: "My wife is&lt;br /&gt;suffering from sickness and as I am her only husband at home I may be granted&lt;br /&gt;leave".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10. Letter writing: - "I am in well here and hope you are also in the&lt;br /&gt;same well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-109565755727782083?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/109565755727782083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=109565755727782083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109565755727782083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109565755727782083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2004/09/indian-english-at-its-best.html' title='Indian English at its best'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-109565703818768355</id><published>2004-09-20T10:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-20T10:40:38.186+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Do's And Don'ts For All Zodiac Signs</title><content type='html'>    Aries (Mar 21 - Apr 19) &lt;br /&gt;DO'S &lt;br /&gt;Aries are naturally active and vibrant people and they tend to like&lt;br /&gt;such people too. You will have to increase your pace to be in step&lt;br /&gt;with them. They like and appreciate frank and straightforward persons.&lt;br /&gt;With them you can be your true self (but don't try your luck being&lt;br /&gt;over frank-they are volatile). If you are in love with an Arien, then&lt;br /&gt;you have to show your enthusiasm in all their activities (you can&lt;br /&gt;always yawn later!).&lt;br /&gt;DON'TS &lt;br /&gt;Do not tell an Aries that s/he may be wrong. Any such statement may&lt;br /&gt;stir a storm in a teacup. Aries are very faithful and passionate&lt;br /&gt;lovers. Do not give air to the smouldering fire within them by making&lt;br /&gt;them jealous. No flirtation or fooling around with others in their&lt;br /&gt;presence unless of course you wish to write your death wish (you will&lt;br /&gt;be granted!).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Taurus      (Apr 20 - May 20) &lt;br /&gt;DO'S &lt;br /&gt;Stability and dependability characterise Taurus. They like people who&lt;br /&gt;can blend and grow with them. If you have a Taurus partner you should&lt;br /&gt;appreciate all things bright and beautiful. They have an inherent&lt;br /&gt;artistic sense and are fond of colour and music. Judge life with them&lt;br /&gt;from a purely materialistic point of view. Enjoy everything luxurious&lt;br /&gt;that money can provide. Enjoy good food (better if you can cook to&lt;br /&gt;please them) and good drinks with them.&lt;br /&gt;  DON'TS &lt;br /&gt;Taurus do not loose their temper easily (in fact you may spend the&lt;br /&gt;whole life with them and still no spark) but you should not push your&lt;br /&gt;luck too much. Being unreasonable or aggressive with them may get you&lt;br /&gt;into trouble. Do not press him/her into a corner, and if you do, be&lt;br /&gt;prepared for a violent rage. Taurus is capable of violent outbursts&lt;br /&gt;though such an event is is very rare occasions. They can be&lt;br /&gt;suffocating when they are possessive about you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Gemini   (May 21 - June 21) &lt;br /&gt;DO'S &lt;br /&gt;Gemini is a highly intellectual and versatile person. If you have a&lt;br /&gt;Gemini partner you have to match your wits with his/her wits to keep&lt;br /&gt;the zing in the relationship. They want to be mentally stimulated so&lt;br /&gt;you have to be good at conversing. Your sense of humour will get you a&lt;br /&gt;permanent residence in the heart of a Gemini. Be more communicative&lt;br /&gt;with them, and if you are good at this, you will never know how hours&lt;br /&gt;pass by holding each other's hand.&lt;br /&gt;DON'TS &lt;br /&gt;Gemini's like to do many things at the same time, so if unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;you are the type who is looking for stability you may get&lt;br /&gt;disappointed. Do not hold back a Gemini or you may lose him/her, as&lt;br /&gt;they are restless and need change in life constantly. You should try&lt;br /&gt;to adopt yourself with the ever-changing Gemini. Orthodox or&lt;br /&gt;conservative old fashion ideas are no-no in their dictionary. Change&lt;br /&gt;with the ever-changing Gemini and do not flow against the current.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Cancer   (Jun22 - July 22) &lt;br /&gt;DO'S &lt;br /&gt;Try to adapt yourself with the changing moods of the Cancer. At one&lt;br /&gt;moment they may be laughing and enjoying and in another they may sulk.&lt;br /&gt;You may have to adjust with the moody and sensitive Cancer. They are&lt;br /&gt;like the tides in the ocean, always fluctuating. Cancerians love food,&lt;br /&gt;so if you know how to cook and can be poetic and romantic (added&lt;br /&gt;Bonus) then you know the way to their heart.&lt;br /&gt;DON'TS &lt;br /&gt;Cancerians are very sensitive people and can get easily hurt. So do&lt;br /&gt;not play with their emotions and sentiments. They are like tides that&lt;br /&gt;can sweep you along. They form emotional bonds with even inanimate&lt;br /&gt;things, so do not ask them to discard old caps or souvenirs. Such&lt;br /&gt;things hold special meaning to them. You have to realise that the&lt;br /&gt;crabs have a soft heart and are vulnerable. Do not contradict their&lt;br /&gt;tested line of thought and action, it would only lead to confusion.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Leo   (Sep 22 - Oct23) &lt;br /&gt;DO'S &lt;br /&gt;If you have Leo partner respect him and his majestic manners. Accept&lt;br /&gt;the advice of Leo, the lion, as he is the king of the jungle. It is&lt;br /&gt;the sign of a showman, so if your partner does everything in grand&lt;br /&gt;style enjoy it. They fall easily for flattery and want to be centre of&lt;br /&gt;attraction of all eyes (sometimes they can be quiet theatrical too).&lt;br /&gt;DON'TS &lt;br /&gt;Never ever hurt the ego of a Leo. Pride, ego and vanity are some of&lt;br /&gt;the bags Leo's always carry with them. Do not touch these bags. An&lt;br /&gt;authoritative Leo is even more difficult to handle in such&lt;br /&gt;circumstances. Leo is a sunny sign so they do not like people who are&lt;br /&gt;gloomy or depressed. Even if you are crying at heart keep a sunny&lt;br /&gt;smile on your lips and then let the lion take charge and remove all&lt;br /&gt;worries from your life.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Virgo   (Aug 23 - Sept22) &lt;br /&gt;DO'S &lt;br /&gt;Virgo's are very methodical and have a great sense of duty. Howver,&lt;br /&gt;they are blind to their own faults. So, if you have a Virgo partner&lt;br /&gt;emphasise more on their qualities. Take keen interest in what they are&lt;br /&gt;doing and you will realise that they will go out of their way to help&lt;br /&gt;you. Do rely and appreciate their mental powers rather than their&lt;br /&gt;physical powers. They can turn even an unsuccessful venture into a&lt;br /&gt;success.&lt;br /&gt;DON'TS &lt;br /&gt;Do not push a Virgo into limelight or on the centre stage unless of&lt;br /&gt;course they do so on their own. They are shy and reserved by nature&lt;br /&gt;and do not like to be the cynosure of all eyes. Virgo's have secrets&lt;br /&gt;that they would not like to bring out in the open. So, even if you&lt;br /&gt;have the key to their secret skeleton-closet, hide it; do not even&lt;br /&gt;admit that you know anything about it. Virgo, the virgins, do not want&lt;br /&gt;to tarnish their public image.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Libra   (Sep 22 - Oct 23) &lt;br /&gt;DO'S &lt;br /&gt;Librans need peace and harmony in all their relationships, so help&lt;br /&gt;them maintain that. Venus, the ruling planet, gives them beauty and&lt;br /&gt;they have weakness for people who can compliment them about their&lt;br /&gt;beauty (you will not have to make an effort to do that anyway). You&lt;br /&gt;can help Libra seek union and partnership in life. If you have a Libra&lt;br /&gt;partner you can be sure to share beautiful and pleasurable moments&lt;br /&gt;together.&lt;br /&gt;DON'TS &lt;br /&gt;Libra is kind and gentle soul but very argumentative. Hence, do not&lt;br /&gt;start an argument or discussion unless, of course, you are free and do&lt;br /&gt;not know how to pass your time. They hate to lose and most probably&lt;br /&gt;during an argument may change sides too (remember scales can tilt) and&lt;br /&gt;still continue arguing from the other side. Do not push your Libra&lt;br /&gt;partner into making decisions. They will keep weighing pros and cons&lt;br /&gt;and may still not be able to come to any decision. Have patience !&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Scorpio   (Oct 23 - Novr 21) &lt;br /&gt;DO'S &lt;br /&gt;Scorpio's are full of passion and zest for life. They have tremendous&lt;br /&gt;drive that can involve you too. Tune in to their wavelength and you&lt;br /&gt;can enjoy the harmony and music of life with them. Scorpio's are loyal&lt;br /&gt;and never forget a kind deed done by you. If you want to enjoy life&lt;br /&gt;with your Scorpio lover, share their passion and intensity and you&lt;br /&gt;will be fascinated by how beautiful life can be with them.&lt;br /&gt;DON'TS &lt;br /&gt;Scorpio's are very passionate and intense but they are also fiercely&lt;br /&gt;possessive and would like to possess your mind, body and soul. Do not&lt;br /&gt;let seeds of jealousy grow in them because then you may have to suffer&lt;br /&gt;agonies of jealousy and discontentment in life. Scorpio's have&lt;br /&gt;explosive tempers be careful how you handle them. They never let&lt;br /&gt;anyone know what is going on in their mind till they strike and you&lt;br /&gt;may be caught unawares. Do not flirt around in the presence of your&lt;br /&gt;Scorpio lover.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Sagittarius   (Nov 22 - Dec 21) &lt;br /&gt;DO'S &lt;br /&gt;Sagittarius is basically a happy go lucky kind. You can enjoy with&lt;br /&gt;them their zest and enthusiasm for life. They bubble with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;And if you share the same interests and hobbies, life can be great fun&lt;br /&gt;together. They are frank and straightforward so if you want some&lt;br /&gt;truthful opinion about anything or anyone go to them. Be optimistic as&lt;br /&gt;they are and view life as glass half full.&lt;br /&gt;DON'TS &lt;br /&gt;Sagittarius is fiercely independent and cannot tolerate restriction.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, do not try to hold them back in life. Let them enjoy their&lt;br /&gt;freedom because if you hold any special place in their heart they will&lt;br /&gt;always come back for you. Do not feel irritated by the exaggeration in&lt;br /&gt;their speech. They may go on and on, talking about certain things that&lt;br /&gt;may not even interest you, but its their way of trying to communicate&lt;br /&gt;with you. They are basically frank and outspoken (to the point of&lt;br /&gt;being rude), so do not feel offended by their talks.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Capricorn   (Dec 22 - Jan 20) &lt;br /&gt;DO'S &lt;br /&gt;Capricornians are strong and dependable. Hence, if you want to put&lt;br /&gt;your money on anyone it is of course this zodiac sign. They are&lt;br /&gt;practical and conservative in their outlook and they expect you to&lt;br /&gt;blend in their colour. They set certain standards for themselves in&lt;br /&gt;their life and they will always try to maintain those standards. For&lt;br /&gt;them social status and image is very important in life.&lt;br /&gt;DON'TS &lt;br /&gt;Do not expect a Capricorn mate to open his/her heart and pour&lt;br /&gt;everything to you. They are very secretive and reserved people. They&lt;br /&gt;are very thorough in all their affairs and hate any kind of&lt;br /&gt;sloppiness. People born under this zodiac are very tight-fisted and&lt;br /&gt;economical. Do not expect lavish gifts from them and if they do give&lt;br /&gt;you any gift (that is very rare) it will have some practical use (no&lt;br /&gt;romance please) but that does not mean you will be deprived of&lt;br /&gt;anything; on the contrary you will be well provided.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Aquarius   (Jan 21 - Feb 21) &lt;br /&gt;DO'S &lt;br /&gt;Aquarius are friendly and fascinating people. They have in-depth&lt;br /&gt;knowledge about various subjects and you can converse with them for&lt;br /&gt;hours without getting bored. They are capable of giving a lot of love&lt;br /&gt;that can be amazing. They have a very broad outlook of life and you&lt;br /&gt;can relax in their presence. They will always welcome your ideas and&lt;br /&gt;actions about humanitarian causes. To keep an Aquarius lover&lt;br /&gt;interested you must possess that mysterious and intriguing quality.&lt;br /&gt;Once hooked they will always be very faithful to you.&lt;br /&gt;DON'TS &lt;br /&gt;Do not expect or plan a normal, simple and predictable life with an&lt;br /&gt;Aquarius partner. Aquarians are totally unpredictable. They can go to&lt;br /&gt;any direction without giving any advance notice. They are basically&lt;br /&gt;very restless and get bored easily. Though they are very friendly, do&lt;br /&gt;not expect them to reveal their inner most feelings to you (they never&lt;br /&gt;will). They can be detached and impersonal, which may seem strange to&lt;br /&gt;others.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Pisces   (Feb 22 - Mar 21) &lt;br /&gt;DO'S &lt;br /&gt;Pisceans are sensitive and charming. If you are looking for someone&lt;br /&gt;who is understanding and can understand your feelings then you have&lt;br /&gt;met the right person. You should appreciate their feelings too, as in&lt;br /&gt;your time of need they are sure to help you. Pisces have a keenly&lt;br /&gt;developed sixth sense and have great intuitive powers. Their hunches&lt;br /&gt;may usually be right on mark. But they can exhaust their physical and&lt;br /&gt;mental energies. They are born dreamers and you can build palaces with&lt;br /&gt;your dream lover (only in real life it may become a little difficult&lt;br /&gt;preposition).&lt;br /&gt;DON'TS &lt;br /&gt;Pisces are dreamers and you should not expect them to have worldly&lt;br /&gt;ambitions. They are not materialistic in nature. It is not that they&lt;br /&gt;like living below the poverty line but they have no earnest desire to&lt;br /&gt;accumulate wealth. They are very sensitive and you have to be always&lt;br /&gt;careful about their feelings. The fishes are capable of drowning you&lt;br /&gt;in their tears (even men born under this sign).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-109565703818768355?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/109565703818768355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=109565703818768355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109565703818768355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109565703818768355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2004/09/dos-and-donts-for-all-zodiac-signs.html' title='The Do&apos;s And Don&apos;ts For All Zodiac Signs'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-109565657184711264</id><published>2004-09-20T10:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-20T10:32:51.846+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Problems when using WIFE ver. 1.0</title><content type='html'>Technical Support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sir,&lt;br /&gt;Last year I upgraded my system from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0 and noticed&lt;br /&gt;that the new program began creating problems within the system processing&lt;br /&gt;and that took up a lot of space and valuable resources.&lt;br /&gt;Wife 1.0 installs itself into all other programs and launches during system&lt;br /&gt;initialization, where it monitors all other system activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applications such as Friends 2.3, Girlfriend 3.2 and Saturday Football 5.0&lt;br /&gt;no longer run, crashing the entire system whenever selected  :(I cannot&lt;br /&gt;seem to keep Wife 1.0 in the background while running my other favorite&lt;br /&gt;applications. Whichever module or software I enter, only Wife 1.0 seems to&lt;br /&gt;run and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about going back to Girlfriend 7.0, but the uninstall from&lt;br /&gt;Wife 1.0 to Girlfriend 7.0 does not work on this program. Can you help me,&lt;br /&gt;please!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear  User,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very common problem men users of the Wife 1.0 software complain&lt;br /&gt;about but it is mostly due to a primary misconception of the software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many men upgrade from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0 with the idea that Wife&lt;br /&gt;1.0 is merely a UTILITIES &amp; ENTERTAINMENT program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife 1.0 is an OPERATING SYSTEM and designed by its creator to run&lt;br /&gt;everything. It is unlikely you would be able to purge Wife 1.0 and still&lt;br /&gt;convert back to Girlfriend 7.0.&lt;br /&gt;Hidden operating files within your system would cause Girlfriend 7.0 to&lt;br /&gt;emulate Wife 1.0 so nothing is gained. It is impossible to uninstall,&lt;br /&gt;delete, or purge the program files from the system once  installed !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot go back to Girlfriend 7.0 because Wife 1.0 is not designed to do&lt;br /&gt;this. Some have tried to install Girlfriend 8.0 or Wife 2.0 but end up with&lt;br /&gt;more problems than the original system.  Look in your manual under "Worries&lt;br /&gt;Invited For Ever (Wife 1.0)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend you keep Wife 1.0 and just deal with the situation. Having Wife&lt;br /&gt;1.0 installed myself, I might also suggest you read the entire section&lt;br /&gt;regarding general partnership faults (GPFs).&lt;br /&gt;You must assume all responsibility for faults and problems that might&lt;br /&gt;occur, regardless of their cause. The best course of action to solve this&lt;br /&gt;major IT problem of yours will be to enter the command C:\APOLOGIZE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case avoid excessive use of the Esc key because ultimately you will&lt;br /&gt;have to give the APOLOGIZE command before the operating system will return&lt;br /&gt;to normal. The system will run smoothly as long as you take the blame for&lt;br /&gt;all the GPFs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife 1.0 is a great program, but very high maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;Consider buying additional software to improve the performance of Wife 1.0.&lt;br /&gt;I recommend you to install the latest gift software like Flowers 2.1,&lt;br /&gt;Necklaces 3.2, and Chocolates 5.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: Do not  under any circumstances, install Secretary With  Skirt 3.3.&lt;br /&gt;This is not a supported application; in fact it is a deadly virus for Wife&lt;br /&gt;1.0 and is likely to cause irreversible damage to the operating system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Technical Supporter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-109565657184711264?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-109565630872846229</id><published>2004-09-20T10:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-20T10:28:28.726+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Height Of ............</title><content type='html'>HEIGHT OF ISOLATION:&lt;br /&gt;Two persons sitting side by side using emails to communicate with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEIGHT OF COWARDICE:&lt;br /&gt;Two persons fighting through emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEIGHT OF HELPLESSNESS:&lt;br /&gt;Receiving no emails for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEIGHT OF FRUSTRATION:&lt;br /&gt;The email server being down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEIGHT OF CARELESSNESS:&lt;br /&gt;Writing a love mail and doing a 'Send All.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEIGHT OF ACHIEVEMENT:&lt;br /&gt;A person sending email to a girl wanting to become friends and getting a reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEIGHT OF TIMEPASS:&lt;br /&gt;A person sending email to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEIGHT OF EXPECTATION:&lt;br /&gt;Sending Pakistani cricket team an e-mail, wishing them to win a match...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEIGHT OF REPETITION:&lt;br /&gt;Forwarding an email to someone and receiving the same email forwarded&lt;br /&gt;back to you by some one in the receiving chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEIGHT OF BROWSING:&lt;br /&gt;U r swimming in the water tank and shout "F1 F1 F1?" instead of&lt;br /&gt;shouting "HELP" when u are unable to swim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEIGHT OF MY FRIENDSHIP:&lt;br /&gt;I always mail, u don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEIGHT OF HAVING NO WORK:&lt;br /&gt;You reading such mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-109565630872846229?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-109542271645876797</id><published>2004-09-17T17:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-17T17:35:16.456+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fwd: take time to laugh</title><content type='html'>Wife        : Do you want dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Husband     : Sure, what are my choices?&lt;br /&gt;Wife        : Yes and no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man  : How old is your father?&lt;br /&gt;Boy  : As old as me.&lt;br /&gt;Man  : How can that be?&lt;br /&gt;Boy  : He became a father only when I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher   : Correct the sentence, "A bull and a cow is grazing in the field"&lt;br /&gt;Student   : A cow and a bull is grazing in the field&lt;br /&gt;Teacher   : How?&lt;br /&gt;Student   : Ladies first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiter    : I've stewed liver, boiled tongue and frog's leg.&lt;br /&gt;Customer  : Don't tell me your problems. Give the menu card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer  : Waiter, do you serve crabs?&lt;br /&gt;Waiter    : Please sit down sir, we serve everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher        : Peter, why are you late for school again?&lt;br /&gt;Peter          : Well, Miss, I dreamed that I was playing football and&lt;br /&gt;the game went into extra time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer        : If I post this letter tonight, will it get to Delhi&lt;br /&gt;in two days time?&lt;br /&gt;Post Master     : Yes sir, it definitely will.&lt;br /&gt;Customer        : I bet you, it won't.&lt;br /&gt;Post Master     : Why not?&lt;br /&gt;Customer        : It's addressed to Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl    : Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Boy     : Yes Dear.&lt;br /&gt;Girl    : Would you die for me?&lt;br /&gt;Boy     : No, mine is undying love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st thief    : Oh ! The police is here. Quick! Jump out of the window!&lt;br /&gt;2nd thief    : But this is the 13th floor.&lt;br /&gt;1st thief    : Hurry! this is no time for superstitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-109542271645876797?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/109542271645876797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=109542271645876797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109542271645876797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109542271645876797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2004/09/fwd-take-time-to-laugh.html' title='Fwd: take time to laugh'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-109479593909524068</id><published>2004-09-10T11:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-10T11:28:59.096+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life of software engineer</title><content type='html'>A SW Engineers  daily routine: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30AM: Wake up &lt;br /&gt;8:45AM: Tough decision ; To bath or not. &lt;br /&gt;8:50AM: Have To. &lt;br /&gt;9:15AM: Punch in. &lt;br /&gt;9:20AM: Check Mail. &lt;br /&gt;9:25AM: Check Again just in case... &lt;br /&gt;9:30AM: Since It is already 9:30 wait for tea(9:45AM). &lt;br /&gt;9:45AM: TEA party. &lt;br /&gt;10:00AM: Check Mail. &lt;br /&gt;10:05AM: Check again. Can't Believe that no mail has come. Is every&lt;br /&gt;body dead or what ?&lt;br /&gt;10:20AM: Sudden feeling of loneliness and desperation turn around to&lt;br /&gt;look for some body (Any body) to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;10:30AM: Found a guy testing something. Feel real pity for his&lt;br /&gt;pathetic, boring and useless existence.&lt;br /&gt;10:40AM: Sudden urge to get some work done and fast. Start looking for&lt;br /&gt;the file.(Can't remember it's name)&lt;br /&gt;11:00AM: Boss summons in his office. Bad sign. &lt;br /&gt;11:30AM: How the hell ! am I suppose to remember everything. Why&lt;br /&gt;should I be responsible for everything that goes bad.&lt;br /&gt;11:45AM: Try to locate a scapegoat. No body around. &lt;br /&gt;12:00AM: Mood is really bad decide to postpone work till after lunch. &lt;br /&gt;12:30AM: Lunch &lt;br /&gt;1:00PM: Lunch over. &lt;br /&gt;1:10PM: Go for a smoke. Can't even smoke in this god forsaken place. &lt;br /&gt;1:35PM: Back from a smoke. It was good. I even did not paid for the&lt;br /&gt;cig. The other chap is so foolish.&lt;br /&gt;1:50PM: Mood is good. Decide to go to cool web sites. Real sleazy thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;2:30PM: Feeling real sleepy after such a mammoth mental effort. &lt;br /&gt;2:45PM: Tea Time. &lt;br /&gt;3:00PM: Chat and discuss with colleague on the bad state of the&lt;br /&gt;company. Blame everybody for incompetence and laziness.&lt;br /&gt;4:00PM: A guy from testing comes for help.(Jerk) &lt;br /&gt;4:11PM: Try to look busy. &lt;br /&gt;4:12PM: He is asking for a techn! ical help.(Real jerk). &lt;br /&gt;4:15PM: After really making him beg for help decide to take a look. &lt;br /&gt;4:50PM: No solution found. really angry on the guy for getting myself involved. &lt;br /&gt;4:55PM: Suddenly boss is spotted in the neighbouring area. Try make as&lt;br /&gt;much loud noise as possible with some obscure technical jargon thrown&lt;br /&gt;in.&lt;br /&gt;5:00PM: Boss has gone back to his den. Coast is clear. &lt;br /&gt;5:05PM: Blame the problem on RnD. &lt;br /&gt;5:10PM: Check mail. "Yes" a mail has finally arrived. &lt;br /&gt;5:13PM: It's a silly joke and old too. But it felt good. &lt;br /&gt;5:14PM: a quick dash for gate. &lt;br /&gt;5:15PM: Third in punching out. &lt;br /&gt;5:25PM: Reached Room. &lt;br /&gt;5:26PM: TV on. No worth while program. &lt;br /&gt;8:30PM: Still no worth while program. Every body is getting lazy and&lt;br /&gt;irresponsible what will happen to this world GOD help us. Curse&lt;br /&gt;government and RnD.&lt;br /&gt;8:45PM: Food arrives. Pretty bad and stinking. &lt;br /&gt;8:48PM: Dinner finished. &lt;br /&gt;12:45AM: Today there were really good programs. &lt;br /&gt;1:46AM: Decide to sleep. Tough day ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-109479593909524068?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/109479593909524068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=109479593909524068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109479593909524068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109479593909524068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2004/09/life-of-software-engineer.html' title='Life of software engineer'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-109410514159610598</id><published>2004-09-02T11:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-02T11:35:41.596+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Top Six Reasons Why Computers Are Female</title><content type='html'>6. As soon as you have one, a better one is just around the corner. &lt;br /&gt;5. No one but the creator understands the internal logic. &lt;br /&gt;4. Even your smallest mistakes are immediately committed to memory for&lt;br /&gt;future reference.&lt;br /&gt;3. The native language used to communicate with other computers is&lt;br /&gt;incomprehensible to everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;2. The message "Bad Command or File Name" is about as informative as&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't know why I'm mad at you, then I'm certainly not going to&lt;br /&gt;tell you".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;AND THE NUMBER ONE REASON COMPUTERS ARE FEMALE: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending&lt;br /&gt;half of your paycheck on accessories for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-109410514159610598?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/109410514159610598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=109410514159610598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109410514159610598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109410514159610598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2004/09/top-six-reasons-why-computers-are.html' title='The Top Six Reasons Why Computers Are Female'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-109366354664489591</id><published>2004-08-28T08:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-28T08:55:46.643+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kissing Rules</title><content type='html'>The Lovers of the Heart In order to form a more perfect kiss, enable&lt;br /&gt;the mighty hug to promote to whom we please but one kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Statement of Love-The Kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss on the hand.... I adore you.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss on the cheek... I just want to be friends.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss on the neck... I want you.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss on the lips... I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss on the ears...I am just playing.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss anywhere else... lets not get carried away.&lt;br /&gt;Look in your eyes... kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;Playing with your hair... I can't live without you.&lt;br /&gt;Hands on your waist... I love you too much to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- The Three Steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls: If any guy gets fresh with you, slap him.&lt;br /&gt;Guys: If any girl slaps you, kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;Guys and Girls: Close your eyes when kissing, it is rude to stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- The Commandments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shall not squeeze to hard.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shall not ask for a kiss, just give one or take one.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shall kiss at every opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the consequences:&lt;br /&gt;If you break the chain letter, you will have bad luck in future relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't break the chain,then you will be a happy camper!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! You have been chosen to participate in the LONGEST&lt;br /&gt;and the LUCKIEST chain letter on the internet! Once read, this letter&lt;br /&gt;must IMMEDIATELY (meaning within the hour) be sent to 10 people. After&lt;br /&gt;you send it, make a wish and it will come true in the amount of time&lt;br /&gt;of days, as the time. For example, if you sent it at 8:00, your wish&lt;br /&gt;will come true in eight days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-109366354664489591?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/109366354664489591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=109366354664489591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109366354664489591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109366354664489591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2004/08/kissing-rules.html' title='Kissing Rules'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-109000801999756559</id><published>2004-07-17T01:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-07-17T01:30:19.996+05:30</updated><title type='text'>10 most stupid questions......</title><content type='html'>1. At the movies: &lt;br /&gt;When you meet acquaintances/friends &lt;br /&gt;Stupid Question:- Hey, what are you doing here? &lt;br /&gt;Answer:-Well,it's so hot , there were no cool cabs so I thought i'd watch some advertisements in the cool comfort of the theatre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In the bus: &lt;br /&gt;A fat girl wearing pointed high-heeled shoes steps on your feet &lt;br /&gt;Stupid Question:-Sorry, did that hurt? &lt;br /&gt;Answer:-No, not at all, I'm on local anesthesia..... why don't you try again or should i try this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. At a funeral: &lt;br /&gt;One of the teary-eyed people ask &lt;br /&gt;Stupid Question:-Why, why him, of all people. &lt;br /&gt;Answer:-Why?Would it rather have been you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. At a restaurant: &lt;br /&gt;When you ask the waiter &lt;br /&gt;Stupid Question:-Is the "blah blah blah" dish good &lt;br /&gt;Answer:-No, its teribble and made of adulterated cement.We occasionaly also spit in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. At a family get-together.When some distant aunt meets you after years &lt;br /&gt;Stupid Question:-Munna,Chickoo, you've become so big. &lt;br /&gt;Answer:-Well you haven't particularly shrunk yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When a friend announces her wedding, and you ask &lt;br /&gt;Stupid Question:-Is the guy you're marrying good? &lt;br /&gt;Answer:-No,he's a miserable wife-beating , insensitive lout...it's just the money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When you get woken up at midnight by a phone call &lt;br /&gt;Stupid Question:-Sorry. were you sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;Answer:-No. I was playing cricket for India at Sharjah and just when you called Salim Malik was betting with me that Pakistan would win. What do you think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When you see a friend/colleague with evidently shorter hair &lt;br /&gt;Stupid Question:-Hey have you had a haircut? &lt;br /&gt;Answer:-No, its autumn and I'm shedding...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. At the dentist when he's sticking pointed objects in your mouth &lt;br /&gt;Stupid Question:-Tell me if it hurts? &lt;br /&gt;Answer:-And while I'm telling you , you tell me if I bite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You are smoking a cigarette and a cute woman asks &lt;br /&gt;Stupid Question:-Oh, so you smoke &lt;br /&gt;Answer:-No, it's a miracle ...........it was a chalk and now it's in flames!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-109000801999756559?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109000801999756559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109000801999756559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2004/07/10-most-stupid-questions.html' title='10 most stupid questions......'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-109009245468294710</id><published>2004-07-17T00:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-07-18T01:03:23.316+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The fuckin forwarder</title><content type='html'>For all of you that get sick of receiving &lt;br /&gt;all the cutzie friendship crap, &lt;br /&gt;read on............ &lt;br /&gt;Dear Fucker, &lt;br /&gt;You are my fuckin' friend, &lt;br /&gt;And I hope you fucking know that's true. &lt;br /&gt;No matter what the fuck happens, &lt;br /&gt;I will stand the fuck by you. &lt;br /&gt;I will be fuckin' there for you, &lt;br /&gt;Whenever the fuck you need me. &lt;br /&gt;To lend you a fuckin' hand, &lt;br /&gt;To do a fuckin' good deed. &lt;br /&gt;So just fuckin call on me, Whatever the fuck you need. &lt;br /&gt;And I'll fuckin' always be there, &lt;br /&gt;Even to the fuckin' end. &lt;br /&gt;Cause I give a fuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forward this promise to all your fuckin &lt;br /&gt;friends to show your fuckin friendship and &lt;br /&gt;watch who sends it the fuck back to you... &lt;br /&gt;(And fuck you if you don't fucking send it back!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-109009245468294710?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/109009245468294710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=109009245468294710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109009245468294710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109009245468294710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2004/07/fuckin-forwarder.html' title='The fuckin forwarder'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655313.post-109000839269251131</id><published>2004-07-17T00:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-07-17T01:39:40.313+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Forwarder's Therapy...</title><content type='html'>The "Forwarder's" 12 step program - Everyone say it with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will NOT get bad luck, lose my friends, or lose my mailing lists if I DON'T forward an email!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will NOT hear any music or see a taco dog, if I do forward an e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates is NOT going to send me money, Victoria Secret doesn't know anything about a gift certificate they're supposed to send me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ford will NOT give me a 50% discount even if I forward my e-mail to more than 50 people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will NEVER receive gift certificates, coupons, or freebies from Coca Cola, Cracker Barrel, Old Navy, or anyone else if I send an e-mail to 10 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will NEVER see a pop-up window if I forward an e-mail ...&lt;br /&gt;NEVER --NEVER !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is NO SUCH THING as an e-mail tracking program, and I am not STUPID enough to think that someone will send me $100 for forwarding an e-mail to 10 or more people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is NO kid with cancer through the Make-a-Wish program in England collecting anything! He did when he was 7 years old. He is now cancer free and 35 years old and DOESN'T WANT ANY MORE POST CARDS, or GET-WELL CARDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government does not have a bill in Congress called 901B (or whatever they named it this week) that, if passed, will enable them to charge us 5 cents for every e-mail we send.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be NO cool dancing, singing, waving, colorful flowers, characters, or program that I will receive immediately after I forward an e-mail. NONE, ZIP, ZERO, NADA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American Red Cross will NOT donate 50 cents to certain individual dying of some never-heard-of disease for every e-mail address I send this to. The American Red Cross RECEIVES donations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I WILL NOT let others guilt me into sending things by telling me I am not their friend or that I don't believe in Jesus Christ. If God wants to send me a message, I believe the bushes in my yard will burn before He picks up a PC to pass it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, repeat this to yourself until you have it memorized, and send it along to at least 5 of your friends before the next full moon or you will surely be constipated for the next three months and all of your hair will fall out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7655313-109000839269251131?l=forwarders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/feeds/109000839269251131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7655313&amp;postID=109000839269251131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109000839269251131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7655313/posts/default/109000839269251131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwarders.blogspot.com/2004/07/forwarders-therapy.html' title='The Forwarder&apos;s Therapy...'/><author><name>Sids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128586909336932405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
