tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-208759912024-03-07T11:26:57.078+05:30The LIfe PotpourriAlterinG Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543noreply@blogger.comBlogger129125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-30373346947897592062010-08-10T18:57:00.000+05:302010-08-10T18:57:29.324+05:30Child Argument with her mother -- Amazing (So Cute)<object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/UL2Ini1RzfQ/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UL2Ini1RzfQ&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UL2Ini1RzfQ&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>AlterinG Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-73819788534781283192010-07-08T19:09:00.000+05:302010-07-08T19:10:25.042+05:30THE MAN RULESWe always hear “THE RULES” From the female side….Now here are the rules from the male side.These are our rules! Please note.. these are all numbered “1 ” ON PURPOSE!1. Men are NOT mind readers. (FIRST & FOREMOST RULE)<br />1. Learn to work the toilet seat.You’re a big girl. If it’s up, put it down.We need it up, you need it down.You don’t hear us complaining about you leaving it down.<br />1. Sunday sports, It’s like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.<br />1.. Crying is blackmail.<br />1. Ask for what you want.Let us be clear on this one:Subtle hints do not work!Strong hints do not work!Obvious hints do not work!Just say it!<br /><br />1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.<br />1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That’s what we do.Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.<br />1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.In fact, all comments become Null and void after 7 Days.<br />1. If you think you’re fat, you probably are.Don’t ask us.<br />1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.<br />1. You can either ask us to do something Or tell us how you want it done.Not both.If you already know best how to do it , just do it yourself.<br />1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials..<br />1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.<br />1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings.Peach, for example, is a fruit, not A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have NO idea what mauve is.<br />1. If it itches, it WILL be scratched.We do that.<br />1. If we ask what is wrong and you say “nothing,” We will act like nothing’s wrong.We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle..<br />1. If you ask a question you don’t want an answer to, Expect an answer you don’t want to hear.<br />1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine… Really .<br />1. Don’t ask us what we’re thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as Football or Hockey.<br />1. You have enough clothes.<br />1. You have too many shoes.<br />1. I am in shape. ROUND IS a shape!AlterinG Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-43668406201561678512008-12-21T22:39:00.002+05:302010-08-28T12:50:46.820+05:30CTC CTPCut <div>The</div><div>Crap</div><div><br /></div><div>Come</div><div>To</div><div>Point</div>AlterinG Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-67797029173761915602008-08-12T17:16:00.000+05:302008-08-12T17:26:21.179+05:30ROSE!!!The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged<br /><br />us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look<br /><br />around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a<br /><br />wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her<br /><br />entire being.<br /><br /> <br /><br />She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can<br /><br />I give you a hug?" I laughed! and enthusiastically responded, "Of course<br /><br />you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze.<br /><br /> <br /><br />"Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked. She<br /><br />jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich<br /><br />husband, get married, and have a couple of kids...". "No seriously," I<br /><br />asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this<br /><br />challenge at her age. "I always dreamed of having a college education<br /><br />and now I'm getting one!" she told me.<br /><br /> <br /><br />After class we walked to the student union building and shared a<br /><br />chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next<br /><br />three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was<br /><br />always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her<br /><br />wisdom and experience with me.<br /><br /> <br /><br />Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily<br /><br />made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in<br /><br />the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living<br /><br />it up.<br /><br /> <br /><br />At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football<br /><br />banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and<br /><br />stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech,<br /><br />she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a<br /><br />little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm<br /><br />sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is<br /><br />killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell<br /><br />you what I know." As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, "We do<br /><br />not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop<br /><br />playing.<br /><br /> <br /><br />There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy and achieving<br /><br />success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have<br /><br />a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.<br /><br /> <br /><br />We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know<br /><br />it! There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If<br /><br />you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do<br /><br />one productive thing, you will turn twenty y ears old. If I am<br /><br />eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything<br /><br />I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any<br /><br />talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity<br /><br />in change. Have no regrets.<br /><br /> <br /><br />The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for<br /><br />things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with<br /><br />regrets."<br /><br /> <br /><br />She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose." She<br /><br />challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily<br /><br />lives.<br /><br /> <br /><br /> At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all<br /><br />those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her<br /><br />sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in<br /><br />tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too<br /><br />late to be all you can possibly be.<br /><br /> <br /><br />When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice<br /><br />to your friends and family they'll really enjoy it!<br /><br /> <br /><br />These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.<br /><br /> <br /><br />REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.<br /><br />We make a Living by what we get; we make a Life by what we give.<br /><br /> <br /><br />God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. "Good friends are like<br /><br />stars.........You don't always see them, but you know they are always<br /><br />there."AlterinG Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-79594008957630257772008-06-08T15:25:00.000+05:302008-06-08T15:26:18.349+05:30<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/doOixLCnDn0&hl=en"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/doOixLCnDn0&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>AlterinG Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-2727750346541595332008-04-20T20:45:00.003+05:302008-04-20T21:37:54.487+05:30How to control traffic in city ( Blogathon)Rules!<br />Rules is what is it all about.<br /><br />We as humans... and specially Indians have a Challenge with Authority.<br />Who sets the rules?<br />And .. Which are the rules which are Rigid and firm.That is questionable!<br /><br />I Have driven on many roads, right from my city beautiful(Chandigarh) to Delhi, Dehradun, Meerut, Jaipur, Bangalore, Chennai, Mumbai, Pune, Nashik, Goa, Ahmadabad etc... <br /><br />They all have a different flow.<br /><br />What remains common is the Traffic rule breakers attitude and state of mind at breaking the LAW!<br /><br />Right From Basic Impatience to 'who cares attitude' and Not to Unmention Ill-Planned infra.<br /><br />My Suggestion is very Basic, and sooner or later I plan to execute the same!!<br /><br />The people who notice traffic RULES being broken are already Empowered with Camera Phones.<br /><br />I/ we Start a photo Blog where the Law-breakers pics are posted everyday/ every hour.<br />these can be submitted to a me or logistics cane be worked out!<br /><br />And We can have NOKIA or the likes to sponsor few Big Billboards Across the mojor cities which can keep showing the Pics of the SMART Ones.. caught in teh ACTAlterinG Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-15237266396293965102008-04-16T20:29:00.001+05:302008-04-16T20:29:52.154+05:302 muchhh<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MugQDD2FcKQ&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MugQDD2FcKQ&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>AlterinG Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-46295474100724229632008-04-11T14:07:00.000+05:302008-04-11T14:10:31.479+05:30One day I decided to quit. I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality. I wanted to quit my life. <br /> <br />I went to the woods to have one last talk with God. "God", I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?" <br /> <br />His answer surprised me. <br /> <br />"Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?" "Yes", I replied. "When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them. I gave them light. I gave them water. The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo. In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful. And again,nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo." He said, "In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit. In year four, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed. I would not quit." "Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant...But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall. It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive. I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle." <br /> <br />He said to me. "Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots?" "I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you." "Don't compare yourself to others." He said. "The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern. Yet they both make the forest beautiful." "Your time will come", God said to me. "You will rise high" <br /> <br />"How high should I rise?" I asked. "How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked me in return. "As high as it can?" I questioned "Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can." <br /> <br />I left the forest and bring back this story. I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you. He will never give up on you!AlterinG Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-76459105259517314322008-04-06T10:59:00.002+05:302008-04-06T11:34:54.793+05:30Interview-NIRMA27th feb<br />12.45 batch<br />i wake up late in the morning...and i had to write my sop too....turns out im late by 5 mins to the venue...and hence was asked to wait n join the next batch.....phew!!waiting room.... ppl came back after gd...chit chat...gk topics...infact i must tell u ...the amt of knowledge i gained in those 5 hrs...( i was there till 6)....is more than wat i ve gained in my whole life. people were awesome...every1 was friendly...cool chilled out environment in the waitng room...and vice versa in the panel rooms...anyway finally in the 3 pm slot ( whch started at 3.45 ),got a disgusting look by the panel....i bore it all...( ye mba ke liye kya kya karna padta hai)<br /><br />but i still wonder ke 12.50 pe aaya to i was made to wait...aur next batch 3 ki jagah 3.45 pe shuru hua....crzy thing....and poor me....<br /><br />gd topic : excessive use of elctronic gadgets is leading to hampering of analytical skills of students.<br /><br />went pretty fine...no fish mrket ( as predicted by y fellows..)....i chipped in wid a few points...got noticed....and had strong points...wich usually happens....gd was mine....<br />went back to the waiting room...<br /><br />fir ti same frenzy ppl came wid their expreinces...and vo usual " faad rahe hain yaar ". i was in the 3rd panel and dat was supposedly the most " faadu " 1...<br />anyway last person of the day to b intvwd....( c dis is wat i call luck )....hall empty...no1 but me n panelists....panel includes...<br />a young prof : yp<br />a ungalbaaz oldie : uo<br />a pawn prof : pp<br />and me<br />10th 87.6<br />12th 78.6<br />ba pass corres...56 n 52 %<br />resp....wipro bpo 1 yr experience....so dat basically lets every1 knw dat i was nt on d rght track....9 tho i knw dat i m...) anyway this is how it went...entered the room...<br />uo : y did u come late being a resident of delhi.<br />me : rickshaw driver was rookie and both of us didnt knw the exact place<br />uo: y corres...<br />me : gyan.............<br />uo : fav subject..??<br />me : all<br />uo : any 1 dat u like d most<br />me : maths<br />uo: gestured the yp to ask questions<br />yp : curriculum<br />me : told<br />yp.: eulers theorem ??<br />me : if i say dat i dont knw...then i ll b lying...but i cant say anything more than " i cant remember rght now"smiles all over<br />yp : ok, tell me abt ur job profile<br />me : gyan<br />yp; wat was ur role, hw did it help u..??<br />me : gyan.....<br />pp: where do u c bpos widin the next 2 yrs...??<br />me : gyan...<br />pp: but companies r here for cheap labor...<br />me : other developing nations provide cheaper labor...if the companies had to ...they d ve moved there...seemed convinced...<br />pp : isnt it difficult for sm1 hu is wrking in bpo getting handsome slary to leave ad go for studies...<br />me : no...<br />pp: gnerally....<br />me : yes<br />pp : so y wud sm1 like u come here leaving a lucrative job...( god dont belive him...i ws earning hardly 2.5l p.a. and he ws caling dat lucrative )isnt it tuf....y do v selecet such people...<br />me : 405 of ppl u r select r experinced...and is going pretty well wid the institute's brand name etc...so i guess...u have ur reasons to do so ...<br />pp: dumbstruck.....awrite, do u agree dat bpo is going to end within the nest 5 yrs...??<br />me : gyan...<br />pp: no take a stand...do u agree or disagree<br />me : its opinion and nt agreement or disagreement...i have mine u have urs...v cant fite over dis topic can v...<br />pp : ( convinced) ok, wats the turn over for wipro..??<br />me : dont know...<br />pp : hus d ceo of wipro bpo...<br />me : toldpp...full name<br />me : told...bu ti m nt sure<br />pp: wat is the price of wipro share<br />me : told...but i m nt sure<br />uo ; (comes back)...wat r u sure abt...??..u r unsure abt half the things u say...<br />me : (fat gayi)...smhow remained composed...and said...i knw wat i want frm my life...<br />uo : wat do u want?<br />me : success and peace...<br />uo : pappu yadav is successful<br />me : dat is ur opinion....<br />uo : good...dats it...<br />me : is it all...??<br />uo : yesAlterinG Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-12990140553461976972008-04-06T10:49:00.002+05:302008-04-06T10:59:22.907+05:30Interviews Fore<p>Venue : FORE</p><p>Batch : 1.30</p><p>entered exactly at 1.30....and then the usual...welcomin and verification...gd started at arnd 2.10...went for abt 20 mins....case study...introduction of walmart etc is going to b curse for an ordinary grocer...etc etc....most of the ppl chipped in wid pts...healthy gd....satisfied wid my performance....<br /></p><p>serial num 8.....i heard dat they were nt grilling ppl on academics....once again...i m a ba pass ( corres..) student....56 and 52 % resp in both the years...i expect a different kind of grilling all d time...but i m game...<br /></p><p>btw b4 going to the interview part....v were waiting outside...and man 1 thing whch is excellent abt FORE is the chic quantity....gosh...name it a CHIC FACTORY...guyz were hard to find....if they call me....trust me guyz...i m goin there...anyway....lets talk business now....<br /></p><p>3 ppl in panel...a prof (p), a numb lady (nl), chief (c).. n me (m)luckily wen i went in the chief got a call ...he left the room...sigh of relief....<br /></p><p>m: can i sit..??</p><p>nl : yes,...( pause)...tell me smthin abt urself....</p><p>m: 10 th ..12 th bla h blah</p><p>nl : ( interrupted )...i dont want numbers...tell me smthin u havnt mentioned...</p><p>m : i love to sing...i play guitar and i m an absolute gamer</p><p>p : so u sing</p><p>m : yes sir...</p><p>nl : sing smthinm : sang</p><p>nl and p : kudos..u sing pretty well</p><p>m : humble</p><p>nl : tell me name of 5 rivers of india</p><p>m : told</p><p>nl : 5 mountain peaks</p><p>m: k2, nanga parbat, kanchenjunga...ehhhh...dats it...</p><p>nl : hmmm...ok tell me wat is ur opinon of urself....</p><p>m : ( i m the best...no1 can beat me..u want me in the ring...?? )..ehh every1 holds a gud opinion abt himself or herself...</p><p>nl : wat wud ur parents tell me abt u..?</p><p>m : gyan</p><p>nl : ur academics isnt gud..</p><p>m : ...87.6 in 10th and 79 in 12 th isnt gud....??...ohhk i ll say it was fair...fair enuf...??</p><p>nl: hmmm</p><p>p: grad score is low...</p><p>m : smiling....well wen i c d result on internet...200 ppl above me in d list and 200 ppl below me....just fail...considering dat...55 and 51 is ahem ahem....</p><p>p : hmmmm( now they started to fire questions )</p><p>nl : railway minister?</p><p>m : laloo</p><p>nl : speaker...?</p><p>m : some chatterjee....remember his face but cant recall his name</p><p>nl : tell me smthin abt today's budget</p><p>m: i left home at 11.30...dont knw anything...</p><p>p : railways budget...?</p><p>m : yep...blah blah...common mans budget...green toilet..</p><p>p : ( interrupted )..wat is a green toilet...</p><p>m : green toilet</p><p>p : ( interrupted again...pitega ye mujhse..) do they add carbonates to the toilet...laughing...</p><p>m : smiling...good 1 sir..but no....</p><p>p : u mean neat n clean...</p><p>m : precisely</p><p>p : undergrad subj..?</p><p>m : told</p><p>p : read fore brochure</p><p>m : no</p><p>p : know subjects for mba?</p><p>m : read 1 day..but forgot</p><p>p : u knw d subj u ve studied so far and d subj u r goin to study in mba r goin to b diff...wud u b able to manage...??</p><p>m : u selct 80% engg and wat they study for 4 yrs...is absltly dif frm mba curriculum...do u ask them the same question...??</p><p>p : dumbstruck...but wudnt it b difficult..?</p><p>m : i m determined enuf to do it</p><p>p : its tuf</p><p>m : nothing is easy</p><p>p : hmmm..wat did the ppl hu came after the intvw tell u abt the panel and stuff...</p><p>m : ( abe yaar..ab tareef karun ya sach bata dun.?? )...they said dat u r nt grilling ppl on academics...chilled out...giving enuf time</p><p>p : nothing negative...</p><p>m : depends on ur attitude...i dnt c negative in anything..( zyada ho gaya)..</p><p>p : hmmmnow </p><p>c : comes in....whch is d best b skul in d wrld acc to u?</p><p>m : ( ab agar harvard stanford bola...to poochenge kyun...fir uspe 10 sawaal...)...well....considering wat i want to join or general..</p><p>c : general...</p><p>m : ehh...its pretty tuf</p><p>nl : y dont u come on d point...y do u have to beat arnd d bush all d time</p><p>m : ok...i ll come to the point...i think i m no1 to rate b schools...</p><p>p : but u must ve read surveys...based on diff assumptions</p><p>m : hw do i trust smthin based on assumptions...</p><p>c : whch is d best b school in india...</p><p>m : isb </p><p>nl : aha...now u can rate them</p><p>m : ( bhai saab kya mara hai...muh ke bal gira...but came back swiftly..)...mam it is in india...haerd abt it frm reliable sources and not surveys..whch assume things</p><p>c : 2nd best acc to u</p><p>m : close call bw iim-a and iim-b</p><p>c: ok dats it...</p><p>m : shall i go...</p><p>c :yes...</p>AlterinG Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-5437638773480517562008-01-29T13:29:00.000+05:302008-01-29T13:31:42.387+05:30MumbaiYou know you are from Mumbai (Bombay) when<br /><br />1. You say "town " and expect everyone to know that*this means south of Churchgate.<br />2 You speak in a dialect of Hindi called 'Bambaiya Hindi', which only Bombayites can understand.<br />3. Your door has more than three locks.<br />4. Rs 500 worth of groceries fit in one paper bag.<br />5. Train timings (9.27, 10.49 etc) are really important events of life.<br />6. You spend more time each month traveling than you spend at home.<br />7. You call an 8' x 10' clustered room a Hall.<br />8. You're paying Rs 10,000 for a 1 room flat, the size of walk-in closet and you think it's a "steal."<br />9. You have the following sets of friend: school friends, college friends, neighborhood friends, office friends and yes, train friends, a species unique only in Bombay.<br />10. Cabbies and bus conductors think you are from Mars if you call the roads by their Indian name, they are more familiar with Warden Road, Peddar � Road, Altamount Road.<br />11. Stock market quotes are the only other thing besides cricket which you follow passionately.<br />12. The first thing that you read in the Times of India is the "Bombay Times" supplement.<br />13. You take fashion seriously. You're suspicious of strangers who are actually nice to you.<br />14. Hookers, beggars and the homeless are invisible.<br />15. You compare Bombay to New York's Manhattan instead of any other cities of India.<br />16. The most frequently used part of your car is the horn.<br />17. You insist on calling CST as VT, and Sahar and Santacruz airports instead of Chatrapati Shivaji International Airport.<br />18. You consider eye contact an act of overt aggression.<br />19. Your idea of personal space is no one actually standing on your toes.<br />20. Being truly alone makes you nervous.<br />21. You love wading through knee deep mucky water in the monsoons, and actually call it ''romantic'.<br />22. Only in Bombay , you would get Chinese Dosa and Jain Chicken.<br />23. You always argue with Delhites than Mumbai is way better than Delhi<br />24. You still refer to the city as Bombay not Mumbai. (credit Opher Moses 24,25,26)<br />25. When you love bragging about the filmstars and cricketers you've seen<br />26. When most of your freinds have underworld connections<br />27. Every three months you look at your street and say "Why're the digging the road again?"(Credit Nandan Babla 27-32)<br />28. "Change" is "Chillar", "Ditching" is a "Kalti" and "Trouble" is "Jhol".<br />29. "Gheun Tak" is your life ideology.<br />30. You have been shoo'd away from Marine Drive at 3am by the cops because of an "Unlawful gathering of persons"<br />31. You actually pay for your rickshaws by the meter.<br />32. You actually think 30Rs for a Sada Dosa is pretty reasonable.<br />33. when you spent 6 hours of your day in school and another 3 hours in tuitions. ( Dipen sheth 33-36)<br />34. if you ever went to fashion street, got a pair of cheap jeans and had them tagged as a name brand.<br />35. if you played cricket matches against another building for 5 rupee bets.<br />36. if you lost tons of MRF rubber balls.<br />37. when u call cops ;kaka' and they let u go if u show of ur marathi speaking skills ( priyanka shenoy)<br />38. amitabh bachans house is a landmark<br />39. You have been to matheran or mahabaleshwar during the summer vacations<br />40. You see men (not gay apparently) holding hands and walking in the street. ( Prashant Parikh 40-49)<br />41. The note to coin changing machine at Churchgate station is idolized.<br />42. During cricket season all the roads are blocked because people in the streets are looking at television screens in display windows.<br />43. Automatic vending machines have a sales person sitting next to it just to help you.<br />44. There are more movie tickets being sold in black than at the ticket office.<br />45. It takes longer to get off from your house to the station than from one end of Mumbai to another by train.<br />46. Every cab and rickshaw driver makes small talk with you<br />47. You see Herd of people walking at four in the morning to Siddhi Vinayak temple.<br />48. ‘Bun Maska’ and ‘vada pav’ is the staple diet of most collegians.<br />49. HORN OK PLEASE is written on every truck, tempo and heavy motor vehicle.<br />50. You cant drive for more than 10 mins without abusing someone ( Rohini Tekchandaney)<br />51. "townies" think they need a visa to go past worli to the suburbs<br />52. When u use the word "yaar" in almost every sentence u speak. (valencia dmello)<br />53. You call onion as "kandha" and potato as "batata" (Kavya)<br />54. You think of a spicy tangy snack whenever you hear the work chat (Gila Ward)<br />55.You are back to work next day after the city is bombed - Truly the spirit of Bombay(Romit)<br />56. you call the cabbies n waiters BOSS (Aneesh Angadi)<br />57. abuses like chu**** . madar****. Bhen***... are the words whic u have to use in each sentence yyou speak<br />58. you prefer wada pav by jumbo king anyday on comparision wid Mc donalds burger<br />59. Each monday you go for either bowling or pool.<br />60. u enter mocha/ barista/ ccd lookin all posh but sit with one drink for 5 hrs till they politely ask u if u "need anythin else"(Sonali Kokra 60-62)<br />61. yr pricipal form of entertainment are all the aunties who scream obsceities at each other at the drop of a hat and threaten to pull the others hair/ push out of the train at 11 in the nyt!<br />62. yr idea of a full body massage is wat u get while trying to get off/ board a train at dadar!!!<br />63. At 3am in morning you can still get wadapav or butter pav bhaji(Aditya bengali)<br />64. When there's no place to breathe in the trains but there's place to play cards and sing bhajans!<br />65. when the traffic almost makes good frnds wid the person in the car next to you.(Aneesh angadi)<br />66. You know what the term "video coach" stands for in the local trains... (aditya bengali)<br />67. You snigger every time somebody says "Im going to Grant road!"<br />68. u call the policemen "MAMU" OR "PANDU" (ronak panani)<br />69. random strangers butt in wen u r discussing cricket o politics or even chicks 2 give their personal (unwanted) opinion (Harsh)<br />70. You say that Pani Puri is waayy better than Gol Gappa's even when they're the same thing(70-75 Dhavan Vora )<br />71. There is always one 'pan-wala' on the corner of street<br />72. You keep spare candles in the kitchen just in case there's a power surge.<br />73. To you, your watchman doesn't have a name - you just call him 'watchman'.<br />74. You aren't surprised when somebody throws a water balloon at you while you're walking on the streets during March.<br />75. You know of certain theaters where you can go for A-rated movies with your friends, even when you're under 18.<br />76. whn u r standing at a bus stop near juhu beach and sum random guy comes up to u and says " boss" short term, long term chahiye kya (saatvik)<br />77. When every rickshaw looks like a personal disco, with neon lights, loud music and pictures of film stars.(amrryn)<br />78. seeing "Mein Kampf" being sold openly on the streets in abundance seems like a perfectly normal thing to you.(Patrick Weyers)<br />79. you have to pay international roaming fees when you use your cell phone outside of Mumbai.<br />80. you can only smile forgivingly about the size of any other city in the world.<br />81. you consider the local train "empty" when you find a spot for your two feet to stand on.<br />82. when someone asks u "east" or "west" side of a particular station?<br />83. when there is a saffron rally every 3 months , n u just wonder , whats it all about , u jus went to vote , 3 months ago , n they r holding elections all again?<br />84. when "chalta hai" is the most commonly used word<br />85. when u see hijraas/eunuchs at street asking for u to lend them some money , with a very very catchy one liner : eeeee deeeeeeeee naaaaaa usually on fridays.sometimes men even get grooped when they dont pay 'em<br />86. when u can find hukkas for use at a coffee shop the equivalent of starbucks (Vishal prabhu)<br />87. when u never cross the road at a zebra crossing<br />88. when u can always find a car that has a dent or scratch on it<br />89. When u find cars on the Road even at 4 in the morning(Trish bose)<br />90. You never learnt how to stand in a queue<br />91. You have mastered the art of bargaining in shopping.<br />92. Every time you speak Hndi in front of a Delhitite they have the WTF expression on their face.<br />93. You have hung on to dear life at the local door.<br />94. You still refer to a car / vehicle full of girls as "Maal Gaadi" - left over from the "Ladies Special" days...<br />95. You take the "Weight and Your Future for Rs.1 only" machines at the stations seriously. ... At least the Future bit, it always exaggerates about the weight.<br />96. When while giving directions you say "Right/ Left MARO aur wahan pe ek bridge GIREGA"<br />97. when you actually see random people coming to help you when u have a problem<br />98. .when u can take a piss at the local shouchalaya for 50paise and a dump for 1 re<br />99. When you think everyone who lives to the south of you is a snob and to the north of you sucks<br />100. you behave like a foreigner in any other part of the country (hurray !!! 100)<br />101. u see couples cosying up in rickshaws in almost every small lane<br />102. u want to get into the train already that is already in motion & u have 5 hands taking u in..<br />103. When you instinctively say "pudhey challa" instead of saying agey badho or move ahead.<br />104. You meet Delhiites in a foreign country and feel no sense of kinship with them!<br />105. Chal, paka mat!" is an overused part of your vocabulary<br />106. here "maall" is a gurl n na goods<br />107. Crorepati, Lakhpati, Hazarpati, Chillarpati all travel in local Trains daily.<br />108. You log on to social networking sites and search for Bombay-related groups!!!(manas)<br />109. u treat mumbai as a country itself (Danny)<br />110. You drink 2 sips of tea called 'cutting' more than thrice a day (Bhakti)<br />111. You call a corner 'khopcha' and a cigarette 'sutta'<br />112. u think tht delhi copied INDIA GATE frm mumbai's GATEWAY OF INDIA...(Akshay)<br />113. masseuses on juhu beach come out only after midnight n cops get free massages frm them<br />114. when you see the dabbawallas on the station and fishwali kolis in train (amrita)<br />115. when u c movie names like "shootout at Lokhandwala" & 'Ek chalis ki last local" & don't have to ask wot the name means(gauri)<br />116. when you call the BEST bus, BST, even though BEST is painted on every single public transport bus operational in Bombay (prajay)<br />117. when we compare our mumbai-pune expressway to the autobahn and our cab drivers to the indian schumacher.<br />118. you know 'bhai' means a guy who has no brotherly feelings. (partho)<br />119. you know that 'khamba' does not only mean pillar<br />120. when you call a watermelon "Kalingar" instead of "Terbus"<br />121. Making a loud kissing noise is how you tease girls in Delhi, but making that same noise is how you hail an autorickshaw in Bombay (Shivani T)<br />122. The rest of India calls it namkeen----you know it as farsan (Shivani T)<br />123. You don't differentiate between U.P. and Bihar. All you know is that's where the 'bhaiyas' come from (Shivani T)<br />124. if someone calls u "aap"-- u start laughing on their faces...(gunjan)<br />125. You get felt up every time you get into the general compartment instead of the ladies'.<br />126. You get photographed at three parties and you're suddenly a page 3 regular!<br />127. When your lunch is delivered hot in a tiffin at exactly 1pm from home every working day.<br />128. when u have an account with tha paan wala for cigarettes on credit your outside home & work<br />129. when u r stuck in traffic even at 1:30 a.m<br />130. You see two office-goers play a game of cards in your evening local train.AlterinG Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-13266804631262625052007-12-20T12:58:00.000+05:302007-12-20T12:58:16.107+05:30DONKEYYYHuman = eat + sleep + work + enjoy<br /><br />Donkey = eat + sleep<br /><br />Therefore ,Human = Donkey + work + enjoy<br /><br />If, Human - enjoy = Donkey + work<br /><br />In other words,<br />Human that don't know enjoy = Donkey that work ******************************************************<br /><br />Men = eat + sleep + earn money<br /><br />Donkeys = eat + sleep<br /><br />Therefore,<br />Men = Donkeys + earn money<br /><br />If Men - earn money = Donkeys<br /><br /> In other words,<br />Men that don't earn money = Donkeys<br />******************************************************<br /><br />Women = eat + sleep + spend<br /><br />Donkeys = eat + sleep<br /><br />Therefore, Women = Donkeys + spend<br /><br />If, Women - spend = Donkeys<br /><br />In other words,<br />Women that don't spend = Donkeys<br /><br />******************************************************<br /><br />To Conclude:<br /><br />Men earn money not to let women become Donkeys!<br /><br />Women spend not to let men become Donkeys!<br /><br />Man + Woman = 2 Donkeys!<br /><br />And the Donkeys lived happily ever after!<br /><br />What a romance!!!!!AlterinG Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-73588048653473578072007-09-20T16:58:00.000+05:302007-09-20T17:04:41.793+05:30Ok, Ready For Marriage~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~- Hello To Viewers My Name is Shekhar , I am single idon't have female, If anyone want to Marie to me u canvisit to my home. I am not a good education but iworking all field in bangalroe.. if u like me uwelcome to my heart...when ever u want to meet plsvisit my resident or send u letter.. Thanks yoursRegards Shekhar ~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~i want very simple girl. from brahmin educated familyfrom orissa state she is also know about RAMAYAN,GEETA BHAGABATA, and other homework<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br />Wants a woman who knows me better and can adjust withme forever. she may never create any difficulties inmy life or her life by which the entire life can runsmoothly. thank you(The principle of running life smoothly was never soeasy!)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br />she should be good looking and should have a service.she Should have one brother and one sister. she shouldbe educated.<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I am a happy-go-lucky kind of person. Enjoys everymoments of life. I love to make friendship. Becausefriendship is a first step of love. I am looking formy dreamgirl who will love me more than i. Because ilove myself a lot. If u think that is u then why tolate come on ........hold my hand forever<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br />i am simple boy.I have lot of problem in my lifebecause of my luck now i am looking one gal she careme and love me lot lot lot<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~My wife should be as 'Shivani' as in Kahani Ghar GharKi and as Tanwerr as in KSBKBT......<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~i want a girl with no drinks if she wants she can wearjeans in house but while stepping out of house sheshould give respect to our cast<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~HYE I AM A GOOD LOKING BOY,WHO HAS THE CAPABILITY TOMAKE ANY BODY TO LOUGH.I BELIEVE IN GOD AND ACCORDINGTO ME FRIENDS ARE THE REAL MESSENGER OF GOD. THE 3THINGS I AM LOOKING FROM A GIRL ,THEY ARE 1.THEYMUST BELIEVE IN GOD.2. THEY HAVE TO LIKE MY PROFFESIONAND THEY SHOULD NOT GET BORED WITH ME WHEN I WILL TRYTO MAKE THEM LOUGH.<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~whatever she may be but she should feel that she isgoing to be someone bride and she must think of thefuture life if she is too like this she would becalled the woman of the lamp<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~i love my patner i marriage the patner ok i search mypatner and i love thepatner ok thik hai the patner hasa graduate ok(I am again clueless but I liked the use of "ok".<br /> Theperson is suffering from "Ok-syndrome")<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~HI IAM VERY COOL NUATHER OK MY HOBBY IS SEE T.V ANDNEWS OK I HAVE 1 CAR AND 1 BONWL OK MY MOTHER ALSOGOOD OK MY FARUET WORLD IS OK<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I am pran my family history my two brother two sisterand Father& mother sister complity marred<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~iam very simpel and hanest. i have three sister onebrother and parent. i am doing postal sarvice andtailor master my original resdence at kalahandi distenaw iam staing at rayagada dist.<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~my name is muhamad and i am unmarried. pleaes youmarrige me pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaespleaes<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Iwant one girl who love me or my mother. she love meheartly or she havea frank she's skin Colour'normal'not a black or not a whitey.IThink the main think is heart if your heart isbeautiful then you are beautiful.but iam not a handsome guy or not a good looking. butmy Mom say that Iam a good guy. My father alreadyexpired . THE CHOICE IS YOUR. bye bye.<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~iam kanan. i do owo businas.one sistar.he was marred.<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I AM LITTLE FAIR INDIAN COLOUR. I DON'T HAVE ANYHABIT.<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~hello i am a good charactarised man. i want to run mylife happily.i divorced my first wife.her charactor isnot good'. i expect the good minded and clean habitsgirl who may be in the same caste or other casteaccepted ..<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~my colour is black,but my heart is white.i like socialservice(Zebra..???)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~i'm looking out for who lives in bombay , girl simplewho trust me lot should be roman catholic, LOVE MEONLY.<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~to be married on AUG-2006. working woman perferable(this guy has fixed the marriage date too! But he isyet to find a bride. I wish him best of luck on behalfof all of us. I am sure he will get one soon.)<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~i would like a beautyfull girl. and i do not want herany treasure. because girl is the maharani<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ssc failed three times and worked with privated ltdcompany which not paying salary at present.AlterinG Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-64092325393801253252007-08-27T10:58:00.000+05:302007-08-27T11:00:52.119+05:30<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8quDb3FIUuo"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8quDb3FIUuo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>AlterinG Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-62799488055006156932007-08-22T21:00:00.000+05:302007-08-22T21:01:28.830+05:30If ur Punjabi<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aaI3-z_h-2M"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aaI3-z_h-2M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>AlterinG Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-47081165320287197372007-07-06T10:10:00.001+05:302007-07-06T10:10:19.036+05:30Every morning in Africa, a gazelle awakens. He has only one thought on his mind: To be able to run faster than the fastest lion. If he cannot, then he will be eaten.<br />Every morning in Africa a lion awakens. He has only one thought on his mind: To be able to run faster than the slowest gazelle. If he cannot, he will die of hunger.<br />Whether you choose to be a gazelle or a lion is of no consequence. It is enough to know that with the rising of the sun, you must run. And you must run faster than you did yesterday or you will die. This is the race of life."<br />- African ProverbAlterinG Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-39521789513972505732007-07-03T10:54:00.001+05:302007-07-03T10:54:33.978+05:30THE PERFUMEAs she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers. At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file,! she was in for a surprise. Teddy's first grade teacher wrote,"Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be around." His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle." His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken." Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class." By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed o herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found arhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say,"Mrs.Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left, she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic.Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more ! she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her teacher's pets." A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he had ever had in his whole life. Then four more years passed and yet an! other letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer.... The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard MD. The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he had met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs.Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference." Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."AlterinG Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-81252072129706039392007-06-19T13:07:00.003+05:302007-06-19T13:12:09.989+05:30it is simple matter, one has to realise that he is an individual and has tremendous amount of stamina within himself. he only has to look down ( his shirt pocket where his heart his !!) and take out and show to the world and prove to himself his self worth :):)AlterinG Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-9135251491534887202007-06-16T11:55:00.001+05:302007-06-16T11:55:25.790+05:30Love//MarriageA student asks a teacher: What is love? The teacher said: in order to answer your question, go to the paddy field and choose the biggest paddy and come back.<br /> But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick.<br /> The student went to the field, go thru first row,he saw one big paddy,but he wonders....may be there is a bigger one later.Then he saw another bigger one... but may be there is an even bigger one waiting for him Later, when he finished more than half of the paddy field, he start to realize that the paddy is not as big as the previous one he saw, he know he has missed the biggest one, and he regretted. So, he ended up went back to the teacher with empty hand.<br /> The teacher told him, this is love... you keep looking for a better one,but when later you realize, you have already miss the person.<br /> The student asked: What is marriage then? The teacher said: In order to answer your question, go to the corn fieldand choose the biggest corn and come back. But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick.<br /> The student went to the corn field, this time he is careful not to repeat the previous mistake, when he reach the middle of the field, he has picked one medium corn that he feel satisfied, and came back to the teacher.<br /> The teacher told him, this time you bring back a corn.... you look for one that is just nice, and you have faith and believe this is the best one you get.... this is marriage.AlterinG Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-51165386624584825162007-06-15T17:30:00.000+05:302007-06-15T17:31:37.296+05:30Will you Marry Me?There were these two elderly people living in a Florida old age home.<br />He was a widower and she a widow. They had known one another for<br />a number of years.<br />Now, one evening, there was a community supper in the big activity center.<br />These two were at the same table, across from one another. As the meal<br />went on, he made a few admiring glances at her and finally gathered up his<br />courage to ask her, "Will you marry me?"<br />After some 'careful consideration,' she answered, "Yes, I will."<br />The meal ended and with a few more pleasant exchanges, they went to their<br />respective rooms. Next morning, he was troubled. "Did she say 'yes' or did<br />she say 'no'?" He couldn't remember. Try as he would, he just could not<br />recall. Not even a faint memory. When he tried to see her, he found that<br />she<br />had gone to visit her daughter. With trepidation, he went to the telephone<br />and called her. First, he explained to her that his memory was not as good<br />as it used to be. Then he reviewed the lovely evening past. As he gained a<br />little more courage, he then inquired of her, "When I asked if you would<br />marry me, did you say 'Yes' or did you say 'No'?"<br />He was delighted to hear her say, "Why, I said, 'Yes, I will' and I meant<br />it with all my heart." 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Memories woven in Melody<br /> </p> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS, Verdana, helvetica, sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"><p>Ek puraana mousam louta (2) yaad bhari purvayi </p> <p>bhi (ek)<br />Aisa tho kam hi hotha hay wo bhi ho </p> <p>tanhayi dhi</p> <p>Yabdhom ki boucharom se jab palkem </p> <p>bhigne lagthi hay (2)<br />Kithni soundhi laghthi hay </p> <p>thab (2) maazi ki ruzvayi bhi (ek)</p> <p>Dho dho </p> <p>shaklem dhikhthi hay is bahke se aaeene mein </p> <p>(2)<br />Mere sath chala aaya hay(2) aapka ik soudhayi </p> <p>bhi<br />Aisa tho kam hi hotha hay wo bhi ho thanhayi </p> <p>dhi</p> <p>Khamoshi ka hasil bhi ik lambi si khamoshi </p> <p>hay (2)<br />Unki bath suni bhi hum ne(2) apni bath </p> <p>sunayi bhi<br />Aisa tho kam hi hotha hay wo bhi ho </p> <p>thanhayi dhi (ek)</p></span>AlterinG Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-85544621535106865882007-04-20T09:21:00.000+05:302007-04-20T09:25:37.628+05:30Ms. Hitchcock said she worries about “the idea that you can turn your body on and off like a tap.”<a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/04/20/health/20period.html?ex=1334721600&en=8c052640d3073d2e&ei=5124&partner=permalink&exprod=permalink">Health<br />Pill That Eliminates the Period Gets Mixed Reviews<br />By STEPHANIE SAUL<br />Published: April 20, 2007<br />Rather than loathing their periods, women evidently carry on complex love-hate relationships with them.<br /></a>AlterinG Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-42972500189904663352007-04-17T17:46:00.000+05:302007-04-17T18:29:18.392+05:30dunno y i write thisits been almost 3 mnths since i blogged. thats wat the archives in my blog say, last post 19th jan, 2007. actually its been almost that long since i wrote something.<br />somewhere along the way, i think i lost the "rich" in me and became simply an internee... a loyal, obedient, faithful arvind servant. im not complaining, mayb just cribbing a lil bit. the stuff i ve learnt staying in bglore and at arvind, has made me stronger, and wiser in several aspects, though at the same time leaving me more vulnerable than i ever was, to break promises.<br />i ve lived, i ve partied, sloshed and smoked. discovered late nights and sleep overs. had 10 mnths of an exotic combination - new city, and newly found freedom.discovered corporate in a way no book ever taught me, no professor ever told me. felt used, abused, confused and manipulated. i ve learnt. felt loved, special, listened to, all in moments of telephonic intimacy. i ve been shown the mirror, discovered my beauty and charm, and the persistent nature that contradicts it all. i ve lived in a hostel, where nothing is personal, not your body, clothes or soul. shared a room with 3 others, cried and then dried tears all in the same night. music, wandering grapes and chips, biscuits and mithai. seen it travel around rooms in different measures.<br />walked in back lanes with hidden cigarette stubs, sneaking breezer and vodka up a single flight of stairs. regular meanderings to pani puri and juices.. ah! fruit bowl too. sat morning visits to shanti sagars and lil steel glasses of coffee, all in an attempt to escape the sidey breakfast!<br />arguments and discussions with the land lady for peace restored...<br />eve-teasing in heavy doses, physical, emotional.. left a mark.<br />sunday morning dosas.. and closed eye gulping of nightly food(or in an attempt at betterment, sum added pickles!)<br />gossips in office, loves and life. food habits, food piggin ;) muzic, sarcasm work and defeats. all in good measure(or mayb slightly off balanced!) factory visits in that "delightful" van.<br /><br />finding people similar and yet so different. growing close, growing apart.<br />what all can i re create, in words as i re call.<br />words just spilt. non stop.<br />10 mnths of bglore, come to an end. in a slightly bitter sweet way. leaving me with memories so many, so varied so...unspoken. wat words describe experiences, can anyone specify?<br /><br />new life, new city, its time to move on... my contribution to this city ends as all it cud give me too subsides. a period of lethargy now, to work on myself and set my heart, my mind, my entire outlook in working order. work on myself, to re discover, to explore me... in music, books, food and loved ones. to work on all the raw wounds bglore has left me with, to strengthen some part of me, to breakdown and wipe away some other.<br /><br />mayb its all a play, to get u thru a certain phase in life...never agn will i meet them, never agn will thy knw me. but thru these 10 mnths thy were all a unforgettable part, contributing to every lil experience that shaped me till today.<br /><br />i dont knw why i posted this on untruelife, wen i cud and shud hav put this up in solitary reaper. i dunno. but i did. no, n im not crying, im smiling coz it happened. 10mnths of my life that were mine, in every which way. and as i leav i must add, bangalore is alright, its not such a bad city after all...<br />:)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1