tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89660111645230217802024-03-12T23:10:00.127-07:00Just to LaughHi this is just for Joke...It’s to Share jokes and to relax at our busy Schedule... Keep posting and if your have any comments feel free to Post..Prabakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422895844176129233noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966011164523021780.post-47259393102880501392010-03-22T22:59:00.000-07:002010-03-22T22:59:18.911-07:00A Indian Negotiating with GodGod came and asked me for a wish, I told GOD "<span style="color: #274e13;">Let all my friends are healthy and happy forever</span>!"<br />
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God said: But for 4 days only!<br />
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I said: Yes, let them be a <span style="color: #274e13;">Spring Day, Summer Day, Autumn Day, and Winter Day</span>.<br />
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GOD said: 3 days...<br />
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I said: Yes, <span style="color: #274e13;">Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow</span>.<br />
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GOD said: No, 2 days!<br />
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I said: Yes, <span style="color: #274e13;">a Bright Day (Daytime) and Dark Day (Nighttime).</span><br />
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GOD said: No, just 1 day!<br />
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I said: Yes!<br />
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GOD asked: Which day?<br />
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I said:<span style="color: #274e13;"> Every Day</span> in the living years of all my friends!<br />
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GOD laughed, and said: <span style="color: #660000;">You INDIANS know how to negotiate, but since you are praying and asking happiness for your friends, I cannot refuse.</span><br />
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I love everyone who thinks of others first, so don't you worry.Prabakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422895844176129233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966011164523021780.post-55551984662887187512010-03-22T21:29:00.000-07:002010-03-22T21:29:12.730-07:00An Indian in a U.S. school...It was the first day of a school in US and a new Indian student named Chandrasekhar Subramanian entered the fourth grade.<br />
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The teacher said, "Let's begin by reviewing some American History.<br />
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Who said "Give me Liberty, or give me Death"?<br />
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She saw a sea of blank faces, except for Chandrasekhar, who had his hand up:<br />
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"Patrick Henry, 1775" he said.<br />
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"Very good!"<br />
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Who said "Government of the People, by the People, for the People, shall not perish from the Earth?"<br />
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Again, no response except from Chandrasekhar. "Abraham Lincoln, 1863" said Chandrasekhar.<br />
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The te acher snapped at the class, "Class, you should be ashamed.<br />
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Chandrasekhar, who is new to our country, knows more about its history than you do."<br />
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She heard a loud whisper: "F**k the Indians,"<br />
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"Who said that?" she demanded. Chandrasekhar put his hand up.<br />
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"General Custer, 1862."<br />
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At that point, a student in the back said, "I'm gonna puke."<br />
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The teacher glares around and asks "All right! Now, who said that?"<br />
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Again, Chandrasekhar says, "Al Gore to the Japanese Prime Minister, 1991."<br />
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Now furious, another student yells, "Oh yeah? Suck this!"<br />
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Chandrasekhar jumps out of his chair waving his hand and shouts to the teacher, "Bill Clinton, to Monica Lewinsky, 1997!"<br />
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Now with almost mob hysteria someone said "You little shit. If you say anything else, I'll kill you."<br />
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Chandrasekhar frantically yells at the top of his voice, "Michael Jackson to the child witnesses testifying against him- 2004."<br />
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The teacher fainted. And as the class gathered around the teacher on the floor, someone said, "Oh sh*t, we're f**ked!"<br />
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And Chandrasekhar said quietly,<br />
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I think it was George Bush, Iraq, 2007."Prabakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422895844176129233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966011164523021780.post-64993934076000065792010-03-22T21:26:00.000-07:002010-03-22T21:26:36.679-07:00English languageIt's murder of English language. But Too Funny. <br />
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Just Read It. <br />
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The Leave Applications; ) <br />
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Infosys , Bangalore : An employee applied for leave as follows: <br />
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"Since I have to go to my village to sell my land along with my wife , please sanction me one-week leave." <br />
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This is from Oracle Bangalore: >From an employee who was performing the "mundan" ceremony of his 10 year old son: <br />
"as I want to shave my son's head , please leave me for two days.." <br />
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Another gem from CDAC. Leave-letter from an employee who was performing his daughter's wedding: <br />
"as I am marrying my daughter , please grant a week's leave.." <br />
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From H.A.L. Administration Dept: <br />
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"As my mother-in-law has expired and I am only one responsible for it , please grant me 10 days leave." <br />
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Another employee applied for half day leave as follows: <br />
"Since I've to go to the cremation ground at 10 o-clock and I may not return , please grant me half day casual leave" <br />
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An incident of a leave letter: <br />
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"I am suffering from fever , please declare one-day holiday." <br />
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A leave letter to the headmaster: <br />
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"As I am studying in this school I am suffering from headache. I request you to leave me today" <br />
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Another leave letter written to the headmaster: <br />
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"As my headache is paining , please grant me leave for the day." <br />
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Covering note: <br />
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"I am enclosed herewith..." <br />
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Another one: <br />
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"Dear Sir: with reference to the above , please refer to my below..." <br />
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Actual letter written for application of leave: <br />
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"My wife is suffering from sickness and as I am her only husband at home I may be granted leave". <br />
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Letter writing:- <br />
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"I am well here and hope you are also in the same well." <br />
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A candidate's job application: <br />
"This has reference to your advertisement calling for a ' Typist and an Accountant - Male or Female'... As I am both(!! )for the past several years and I can handle both with good experience , I am applying for the post.Prabakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422895844176129233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966011164523021780.post-87390782756247907632010-03-22T21:12:00.001-07:002010-03-22T21:14:04.622-07:00Salary Increase<div class="gmail_quote"><div lang="EN-US" link="blue" vlink="blue"><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><br />
</span></div><div><div><div align="center" style="background: white; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red; font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">HOW TO ASK YOUR BOSS</span></span></b></div><div align="center" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red; font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">FOR A SALARY INCREASE..?</span></span></b></div><div style="background: white;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="color: #444444;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: yellow;"><span style="color: yellow;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: magenta;">One day an employee sends a letter to his boss asking for an increase in his salary !!!</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></div><div style="background: white;"><br />
</div><div style="background: white;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;"><br />
Dear Bo</span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">$$</span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;"><br />
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In thi</span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">$ </span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">life, we all need</span></span><span style="color: yellow;"><span style="color: yellow;"> </span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">$</span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">omething mo</span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">$</span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">t de</span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">$</span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">perately. I think you </span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">$</span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">hould be under</span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">$</span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">tanding the need</span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">$</span></span></b><b><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: navy; font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">of u</span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">$.</span></span></b><b><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: navy; font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">We are worker</span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">$</span></span></b><b><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: navy; font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">who have given</span></span><span style="color: yellow;"><span style="color: yellow;"> </span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">$</span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">o much</span></span><span style="color: yellow;"><span style="color: yellow;"> </span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">$</span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">upport including </span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">$</span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">weat a nd</span></span><span style="color: yellow;"><span style="color: yellow;"> </span></span><b><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: navy; font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></b><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">$</span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">ervice to your company ..<br />
I am</span></span><span style="color: yellow;"><span style="color: yellow;"> </span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">$</span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">ure you will gue</span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">$$</span></span></b><b><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: navy; font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">what I meant and re</span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">$</span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">pond </span></span><span style="color: yellow;"><span style="color: yellow;"> </span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">$</span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">oon.</span></span><span style="color: yellow;"><span style="color: yellow;"> </span></span><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;"><br />
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Your</span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">$</span></span></b><b><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: navy; font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></b><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">$</span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">incerely,</span></span><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: purple;"><br />
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The next day, the employee received this letter of reply:</span></span><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;"><br />
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Dear</span></span><span style="color: yellow;"><span style="color: yellow;"> </span></span><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;"><br />
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I k</span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">NO</span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">w you have been working very hard. </span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">NO</span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">w a days,</span></span><span style="color: yellow;"><span style="color: yellow;"> </span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">NO</span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">thing much has changed. You must have</span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: navy;"> </span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">NO</span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">ticed that our company is </span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">NO</span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">t doing</span></span><span style="color: yellow;"><span style="color: yellow;"> </span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: navy;"> </span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">NO</span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">ticably well . </span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">NO</span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">w the newspapers are saying the world's leading eco</span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">NO</span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">mists are </span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">NO</span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">t sure if the United States may go into a</span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">NO</span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">ther recession. After the</span></span><span style="color: yellow;"><span style="color: yellow;"> </span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">NO</span></span></b><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">vember presidential elections things may turn bad</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">.</span></span><span style="color: yellow;"><span style="color: yellow;"> </span></span><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">I have</span></span><span style="color: yellow;"><span style="color: yellow;"> </span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: navy;"> </span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">NO</span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">thing more to add</span></span><span style="color: yellow;"><span style="color: yellow;"> </span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: navy;"> </span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">NO</span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">w. You k</span></span><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">NO</span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">w what I mean . <br />
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---- Your Boss</span></span></div><div style="background: white;"><br />
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But I will get 95 da.. :)<br />2nd Bench:<br /> Machi... 10 Marks out da.. :(<br />3rd Bench:<br /> Mama.. Clear aayrum... :)<br />4th Bench:<br /> Clear aanalum aagum :(<br />5th Bench:<br /> Sure shot.. Sathyama out.. :)<br />Last Bench Rockers:<br /> !<br /> !<br /> <br /> !<br /> !<br /> !<br /> !<br /> !<br /> !<br /> !<br /> !<br /> Machaan.. Invigilator sema figure daa... :) :) :)Prabakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422895844176129233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966011164523021780.post-59663780945684326402008-11-18T20:19:00.000-08:002008-11-19T00:40:06.314-08:00Job Market in 2009<p align="center"></p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyWWKStW7xZBpo6Lz-cA7gUCGkYAUBzlVTr8Fg3Ng0_5p2xKckBdoPcN9tkXxjkSMyZf9oKhTtYiPCn8qEGqg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Prabakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422895844176129233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966011164523021780.post-85242791010001562752008-11-02T22:44:00.000-08:002008-11-02T22:46:49.942-08:00Arranged or Love marriage...??????????????????????????????????<div align="justify"></div><p align="justify"><br />Two men, one American and an Indian were sitting in a bar drinking shot after shot. </p><p align="justify"><br />The Indian man said to the American,¡± You know my parents are forcing me to get married to this so called homely girl from a village whom I haven't even met once. We call this arranged marriage. I don't want to marry a woman whom I don't love...I told them that openly and now have a hell lot of family problems."</p><p align="justify"><br />The American said, "Talking about love Marriages... I'll tell you my story. I married a widow whom I deeply loved and dated for 3 years. "After a couple of years, my father fell in love with my step-daughter and so my father became my son-in-law and I became my father's father-in-law. My daughter is my mother and my wife my grandmother. More problems occurred when I had a son. My son is my father's brother and so he my uncle. Situations turned worse when my father had a son. Now my father's son i.e. my brother is my grandson. Ultimately, I have become my own grand father and I am my own grandson.</p><p align="justify"><br />And you say you have family problems... Gimme a break!!¡±<br /></p>Prabakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422895844176129233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966011164523021780.post-39677859980987531392008-10-26T06:21:00.000-07:002008-10-26T06:52:09.438-07:00Lucky Arab<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyy_ArwqHDz7TL-QOWaNdIUsHMZv4JQU1siOecJh54VdKNkdmQA_5SMn33NKsS1AjCHVXWK71jinH7t3lkkTg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Prabakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422895844176129233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966011164523021780.post-8362818206902204212008-10-26T06:04:00.000-07:002008-10-26T06:12:31.987-07:00When fuel prices go High<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dywV6nswtj1Q_57enxdaE-NvRS4SVd-E6OP5PwoLYFLiOJrINVJFFlX77Tadvva06UIendaFdGfeNuW91QlRw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Prabakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422895844176129233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966011164523021780.post-41286350827389971462008-10-20T06:23:00.000-07:002008-10-20T06:25:34.149-07:00Osama is still aliveAfter numerous rounds of "We don't even know if Osama is still alive," Osama himself decided to send George Bush a letter in his own handwriting to let him know he was still in the game. <br /><br />Bush opened the letter and it contained a single line of Coded message: <strong><em>370H-SSV-0773H</em></strong> <br /><br />Bush was baffled, so he e-mailed it to Condoleezza Rice . Condi and her aides had not a clue either, so they sent it to the FBI.<br /><br />No one could solve it at the FBI so it went to the CIA, then to MI6 and Mossad. <br /><br />Eventually they asked Indian Intelligence (CBI) for help. Within a minute, CBI emailed the White House with this reply:<br /><br />"Tell the President he's holding the message upside down."Prabakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422895844176129233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966011164523021780.post-87754541696084276632008-10-15T10:50:00.001-07:002008-10-15T10:50:58.091-07:00DO MEN REMEMBER ANNIVERSARIES?DO MEN REMEMBER ANNIVERSARIES?<br /><br />A woman awakes during the night to find that her husband was not in their bed.<br /><br />She puts on her dressing gown and goes downstairs to look for him.<br /><br />She finds him sitting at the kitchen table with a hot cup of coffee in front of him. He appears to be in deep thought, just staring at the wall.<br /><br />She watches as he wipes a tear from his eye and takes a sip of his coffee.<br /><br />'What's the matter, dear?' she whispers as she steps into the room, 'Why are you down here at this time of night?'<br /><br />The husband looks up from his coffee, 'I am just remembering when we first met 20 years ago and started dating. You were only 16. Do you remember back then?' he says solemnly.<br /><br />The wife is touched to tears thinking that her husband is so caring, so sensitive.<br /><br />'Yes, I do' she replies.<br /><br />The husband pauses. The words were not coming easily.<br /><br />'Do you remember when your father caught us in the back seat of my car?'<br /><br />'Yes, I remember!' said the wife, lowering herself into a chair beside him.<br /><br />The husband continues. 'Do you remember when he shoved the shotgun in my face and said, 'Either you marry my daughter, or I will send you to jail for 20 years?'<br /><br />'I remember that too' she replies softly.<br /><br />He wipes another tear from his cheek and says...<br /><br />'I would have been released today.'Prabakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422895844176129233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966011164523021780.post-69721913300065723272008-09-29T00:16:00.000-07:002008-09-29T00:19:08.154-07:00Good Sleep<p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwuReF_hHGAZoCBAfoUMsf88MEcdWVhE21_BisHXgqKPQlY5lFhpB84SboEmWdPohC4rqBrhtedEXJT7lPxIw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Prabakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422895844176129233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966011164523021780.post-91900584826095614002008-09-27T10:38:00.000-07:002008-09-27T10:43:45.906-07:00As usual brilliant sardar1 . Sardar comes back 2 his car & finds a note saying "Parking Fine"<br /> He writes a note and sticks it 2 pole "Thanks 4 d complement" <br /><br /> 2 . How do you recognize a Sardar in School?<br /> He is the one who erases the notes from the book when the teacher erases the board. <br /><br /> 3. Once a Sardar was walking and had a glove on one hand and not on other so the man asked him why did he do so ?<br /> He replied that the weather forecast announced that on one hand it would be cold and on the other hand it would be hot <br /><br /> 4. Sardarji bought a brand new Maruti and decided to drive down from Amritsar , where he lived, to Jalandar to meet his friend . He reached there in a few hours. After spending a few days there, he decided to return, and called up his mother to expect him in the evening. But he didn't reach in the evening and not the next day either. When he finally reached home on the third day, his distraught mother ran and asked him " Arre Puttar, ki hoya?" <br /><br /> The Sardarji got out, obviously very tired from a long journey, and said, "Oy, ye Marutti wale pagal hain, agge jaane waaste chaar gear banaate hain, aur pichche jaane waaste sirf ik?" <br /><br /> 5. Teacher: Can you tell me something about Raja Ram Mohan Roy? <br /> Saradji: They were 4 best friends..! <br /><br /> 6. Sardar to Shopkeeper: - Mujhe India Ka Flag Dikhao, Shopkeeper ne Flag Dikhaya, Sardar: - Isme aur Colour dikhao. <br /><br /> 7. How can a Sardar Kill a Lion?<br />Sardarji thinks N thinks hard & comes to a conclusion: I'll drink poison n let lion eat me. O' bolo ta ra ra. <br /><br /> 9. Sardar : Sitting on The Top of the Mountain and Studying....<br />When a Person asked what he was doing.... He replied... Oye!! Higher Studies Yaar...!!!<br /><br /> 10. Sardar with a new mobile called everyone from his Phone Book & said "My Mobile No. has changed Earlier it was Nokia 3310 Now it is 6610"<br /><br /> 11. Sardar falls in Love with Nurse .<br />He writes a Love letter to her, " I LOVE U SISTER." <br /> <br /> 12. What is Common between: Krishna , Ram, Gandhi ji & Jesus..? <br /> Sardar ji Replied: All are born on Government Holidays.<br /> <br />13. Sardar Son: O God! Please make New York the capital of Punjab . Sardar: Why are you praying for that? <br /> Sardar Son: That is what I have written in my exam.Prabakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422895844176129233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966011164523021780.post-66569919710504426522008-09-27T07:10:00.000-07:002008-09-27T07:11:51.102-07:00Management Thinks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Project Manager is a Person who thinks nine women can deliver a baby in One month.<br />Manufacturer is a Person who thinks it will take 18 months to deliver a Baby.<br />Field service is one who thinks single woman can deliver nine babies in one month.<br />Client is the one who doesn't know why he wants a baby.<br />Marketing Manager is a person who thinks he can deliver a baby even if no man and woman are available.<br />Resource Optimization Team thinks they don't need a man or woman; they'll produce a child with zero resources.<br />Material Team thinks they don't care whether the child is delivered, or not there work is over.<br />Q A is the person who is never happy with the PROCESS to produce a babyPrabakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422895844176129233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966011164523021780.post-74178576410821404162008-09-27T07:07:00.000-07:002008-09-27T07:10:05.237-07:00Women are dangerous intelligentA woman goes to Italy to attend a 2-week, company training session.<br /><br />Her husband drives her to the airport and wishes her to have a good trip.<br />The wife answers : "Thank you honey, what would you like me to bring for you?"<br />The husband laughs and says: "An Italian girl !!!"<br />The woman kept quiet and left.<br />Two weeks later he picks her up in the airport and asks: "So, honey, how was the trip?"<br />"Very good, thank you." "And, what happened to my present?"<br />"Which present?" She asked.<br />"The one I asked for - an Italian girl!!"<br />"Oh, that" she said<br />"Well, I did what I could, now we have to wait for few months to see if it is a girl !!!"<br /><br />Moral of the story: Don't tempt a woman, they are dangerously intelligent !Prabakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422895844176129233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966011164523021780.post-65240831996905989142008-09-22T12:25:00.000-07:002008-09-22T12:53:13.711-07:00என்ன கொடுமை சரவணன் இது<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzNusEeoJgOE6K2LCYFUZKnoVViEijxUhqmGzGWyXtdOAiQqVV40-gWSNQSPrz0A4O73s_qikBClyP6scWfYg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Prabakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422895844176129233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966011164523021780.post-16967955537120686852008-09-21T11:21:00.000-07:002008-09-21T11:25:08.705-07:00Vadivelu Comedy<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZtXxAVnre20&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZtXxAVnre20&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Dubai<br />Dubai Kurukku santhu,<br />Vivekananda Street,<br />No 6Prabakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422895844176129233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966011164523021780.post-33640278461060246872008-09-21T11:09:00.000-07:002008-09-21T11:14:21.179-07:00Vadivelu Friends comedy<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W15f6xM18wQ&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W15f6xM18wQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Prabakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422895844176129233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966011164523021780.post-12747001615990197912008-09-21T11:07:00.000-07:002008-09-21T11:08:24.223-07:00Vadivelu Winner<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GsnUK4hrHzM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GsnUK4hrHzM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Prabakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422895844176129233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966011164523021780.post-83306139721050299192008-09-21T11:00:00.000-07:002008-09-21T11:06:49.420-07:00Mannan rajini kavundamani<object width="425" height="344"><br /><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBQJv5L_lzE&hl=en&fs=1"></param><br /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBQJv5L_lzE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"><br /></embed></object>Prabakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422895844176129233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966011164523021780.post-39661058825818223392008-09-21T06:02:00.000-07:002008-09-21T06:05:34.286-07:00Just Jokes<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">3 Easy Ways to Die :<br /> Take a Cigar daily - You will die 10 years early.<br /> Drink Rum daily - You will die 30 years early.<br /> Love Someone Truly - You will die daily.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br />1. A foolish man tells a woman to STOP talking, but a WISE man tells her that she looks extremely BEAUTIFUL when her LIPS are CLOSED.<br /><br />2.. One GOOD way to REDUCE Alcohol consumption :<br />Before Marriage - Drink whenever you are SAD<br />After Marriage - Drink whenever you are ஹாப்பி<br /><br />3. Three FASTEST means of Communication :<br />1. Tele-Phone<br />2. Tele-Vision<br />3. Tell to Woman<br />Need still FASTER - Tell her NOT to tell ANYONE.<br /><br />4.. Love your friends not their sisters.. Love your sisters not their friends.<br /><br />5. A man got 2 wishes from GOD. He asked for the Best wine and Best Woman. Next moment, he had the Best Wine and Mother Teresa next to him.Moral : BE ச்பெசிபிக்<br /><br />6. If you do NOT have a Girl Friend - You are missing SOME thing in your life. If you HAVE a Girl Friend - You are missing EVERY thing in your life.<br /><br />7.. Question : When do you CONGRATULATE someone for their MISTAKE.<br />Answer : On their MARRIAGE..<br /><br />8. When your LIFE is in DARKNESS, PRAY to GOD and ask him to free you from Darkness. Even after you pray, if you are still in Darkness - Please PAY the ELECTRICITY BILL.<br /><br />9. Why Government does NOT allow a Man to MARRY 2 Women.<br />Because per Constitution, you can NOT BE PUNISHED TWICE for the same Mistake.<br /> </span><br /></span>Prabakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422895844176129233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966011164523021780.post-38395997889204803242008-08-18T07:56:00.001-07:002008-09-19T09:35:07.860-07:00Award winning joke<div style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10pt;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" >Two little boys, ages 8 and 10, are extremely mischievous. They are</span></span> <span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" >always</span></span> <span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" >getting into trouble and their parents know all</span></span> <span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" >about it. If any mischief occurs in their town, the two boys are</span></span> <span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" >probably involved.</span></span> </span><span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" ><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The boys' mother heard that a preacher in town had</span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" ><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">been successful in disciplining children, so she asked if he would speak</span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> <span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" >with her boys. The preacher agreed, but he asked to see them</span></span> <span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" >individually.</span></span> </span><span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" ><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">So the mother sent the 8 year old first, in the</span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> <span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" >morning, with the older boy to see the preacher in the afternoon.</span></span><br /></span><span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" ><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The preacher, a huge man with a booming voice, sat the</span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" ><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">younger boy down and asked him sternly,</span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" ><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Do you know where God is, son?"</span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" ><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The boy's mouth dropped open, but he made no response,</span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" ><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">sitting there wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open.</span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" ><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">So the preacher repeated the question in an even</span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> <span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" >sterner tone, "Where is God?!"</span></span> </span><span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" ><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Again, the boy made no attempt to answer. The preacher</span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" ><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">raised his voice even more and shook his finger in the boy's face and</span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> <span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" >bellowed,</span></span> </span><span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" ><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Where is God?!"</span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" ><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The boy screamed and bolted from the room, ran</span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> <span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" >directly home and dove into his closet, slamming the door behind him.</span></span> </span><span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" ><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">When his older brother found him in the closet, h e asked, "what</span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> <span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" >happened?"</span></span> </span><span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" ><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The younger brother, gasping for breath, replied, "We</span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" ><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">are in BIG trouble this time.</span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" ><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">........................</span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" ><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">...............................</span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" ><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">..............................</span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" ><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">.........................</span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" ><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">..................</span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" ><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">..............</span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" ><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">.....</span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" ><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">..</span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" ><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">..</span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" ><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">..</span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="color:#3f8080;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3f8080;" ><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">GOD is missing, and they think we did it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> <span style="color:blue;"><span style="color:blue;"></span></span></span></div>Prabakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422895844176129233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966011164523021780.post-21014974857005136902008-06-29T09:14:00.001-07:002008-09-19T09:35:39.302-07:00Why Man Lie.....<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"><tbody><tr><td valign="top"><br /><blockquote style="PADDING-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(16,16,255) 2px solid"><div id="yiv158017166"><div class="Section1"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#4f4f4f;"><span style="font-size:12;color:#4f4f4f;"><br /></span></span><em><b><i><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#4f4f4f;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:#4f4f4f;" >Must Read for Every Man and of course Woman (to understand man) </span></span></i></b></em><span style="color:red;"><span style="color:red;"><br /><br /></span></span><em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;">If a female is reading this article then just realize the value of a man; </span></span></i></em><em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#4f4f4f;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#4f4f4f;">and </span></span></i></em><em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;color:blue;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:blue;">if its a male then feel proud of after reading it! </span></span></i></em><span style="color:#4f4f4f;"><span style="color:#4f4f4f;"><br /><br /></span></span><em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#4f4f4f;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#4f4f4f;">"One day, while a woodcutter was cutting a branch of a tree above a river, his axe fell into the river. When he cried out, the Lord appeared and asked, "Why are you crying?" </span></span></i></em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#4f4f4f;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:Arial;color:#4f4f4f;" ><br /><br /><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">The woodcutter replied that his axe has fallen into water, and he needed the axe to make his living. </span></span></i></em><br /><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">The Lord went down into the water and reappeared with a golden axe. "Is this your axe?" the Lord asked. </span></span></i></em><br /><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">The woodcutter replied, "No." </span></span></i></em><br /><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">The Lord again went down and came up with a silver Axe. "Is this your axe?" the Lord asked. </span></span></i></em><br /><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Again, the woodcutter replied, "No." </span></span></i></em><br /><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">The Lord went down again and came up with an iron Axe. "Is this your axe?" the Lord asked. </span></span></i></em><br /><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">The woodcutter replied, "Yes." </span></span></i></em><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">The Lord was pleased with the man's honesty and gave him all three axes to keep, and the woodcutter went home happy. </span></span></i></em><br /><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Some time later the woodcutter was walking with his wife along the riverbank, and his wife fell into the river. When he cried out, the Lord again appeared and asked him, "Why are you crying?" </span></span></i></em><br /><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">"Oh Lord, my wife has fallen into the water!" </span></span></i></em><br /><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">The Lord went down into the water and came up with </span></span></i></em></span></span></i><em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;">ANGELINA JOLIE </span></span></i></em><em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#4f4f4f;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#4f4f4f;">"Is this your wife?" the Lord asked. </span></span></i></em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#4f4f4f;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:Arial;color:#4f4f4f;" ><br /><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">"Yes," cried the woodcutter. </span></span></i></em><br /><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">The Lord was furious. "You lied! That is an untruth!" </span></span></i></em><br /><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">The woodcutter replied, "Oh, forgive me, my Lord. It is a misunderstanding. You see, if I had said 'no' to </span></span></i></em></span></span></i><em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;">ANGELINA JOLIE </span></span></i></em><em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#4f4f4f;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#4f4f4f;">, You would have come up with </span></span></i></em><em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;color:green;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:green;">CAMERON DIAZ </span></span></i></em><em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;">. </span></span></i></em><em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#4f4f4f;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#4f4f4f;">Then if I said 'no' to her, you would have come up with my <b><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">wife </span></b>. Had I then said 'yes,' you would have given me all three. Lord, I am a poor man, and am not able to take care </span></span></i></em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#4f4f4f;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:Arial;color:#4f4f4f;" ><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">of all three wives, so THAT'S why I said yes to </span></span></i></em></span></span></i><em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;">ANGELINA JOLIE </span></span></i></em><em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#4f4f4f;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#4f4f4f;">." </span></span></i></em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#4f4f4f;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:Arial;color:#4f4f4f;" ><br /><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">The moral of this story is: </span></span></i></em></span></span></i><em><i><span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;">Whenever a man lies, it is for a good and honorable reason, and for the benefit of others. </span></span></i></em></p></div></div></blockquote></td></tr></tbody></table>Prabakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422895844176129233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966011164523021780.post-92223720511984454942008-06-09T21:31:00.000-07:002008-06-09T21:37:53.918-07:00Talking in Cell phone while Driving<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyNvm68t9vuIdi_LYtk7w8AOcuyTd-7u-qUZR2B0kNI87zNKJEo5Hqjdo3inB4d--0Va5qILwKrOr7Xy8RLYQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Prabakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422895844176129233noreply@blogger.com0