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A young businessman had just started his own firm. He rented a beautiful office and had it furnished with antiques. Sitting there, he saw a man come in to the outer office. Wishing to appear the hot shot, the businessman picked up the phone and started to pretend he had a big deal working. He threw huge figures around and made giant commitments. Finally he hung up and asked the visitor, "Can I help you?"
The man said, "Yeah, I've come to activate your phone lines."

An office manager arrives at his department and sees an employee sitting behind his desk, totally stressed out. He gives him the advice: "I went home every afternoon for two weeks and had myself pampered by my wife. It was fantastic, and it really helped; you should try it too!".
Two weeks later, when the manager arrives at his department, he sees the man happy and full of energy at his desk. The faxes are piling up, and the computer is running at full speed.
"I see you followed my advice"."I did", answers the employee. "It was great! By the way I didn't know you had such a nice house!".

Perhaps that's why I believe that fashion should have wit, wisdom and a certain cultural context. It should help, not hinder the girl. I think so..

People say that age is just a state of mind. I say it's more about the state of my body.

At my holiday or on weekend my dress should be like a barbed-wire fence, that serving its purpose without obstructing the view.

I wouldn't feel right wearing clothes that covered my whole body.

My hot pants were so damned tight, I could hardly breathe.

I never in the history of fashion has so little material been raised so high to reveal so much that needs to be covered so badly.

Right now, let you take me by your hand, right now, put your lips at my command, right now, fly me off to lovers lane, kiss me, right now, where you need your love to do most !!!

A little field-mouse was lost in a dense wood, unable to find his way out. He came upon a wise old owl sitting in a tree. "Please help me, wise old owl, how can I get out of this wood?" said the field-mouse.

"Easy," said the owl, "Grow wings and fly out, as I do."

"But how can I grow wings?" asked the mouse.

The owl looked at him haughtily, sniffed disdainfully, and said, "Don't bother me with the details, I only decide the policy."

I halve a spelling checker,
It came with my pea see.
It plainly marks four my revue
Mistakes I dew knot sea.

Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait aweigh.

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the era rite
Its rarely ever wrong.

I've scent this massage threw it,
And I'm shore your pleased too no
Its letter prefect in every weigh;
My checker tolled me sew.

(If you no who rote it contact me)

A girl bought a Lifegear treadmill for Rs 60,000 and diligently walked on it every morning for three months to lose weight. Then, inevitably, the law of marginal utility caught up.

She gradually lost her exercising fervour and discovered a more exciting and practical aspect of the machine. Its handlebar, to be precise. She dries clothes on it. She is fortunate.

If she had used the machine more regularly, she might have hurt herself. Girl merely spent Rs 2,500 to buy her gym machine and diligently used it till her efforts took a tragic turn.

Inspired by TV, she had ordered the ab trainer, which promised her a flat tummy in 10 days. When girl slogged on the machine she injured her back and landed at the physiotherapist's.

"I paid the price for wanting a flat ab without trying to lose weight from my entire body." Enthusiastic, weight-loss machine buyers like that girl are known to have injured their backs, shoulders, hands and legs.

Some have fallen flat on their faces while walking a vibrating treadmill, slipped their discs and hurt their knees. Some develop hernia.

Popcorn is no pop culture fad but a snack that's over 5,000 years old. But it became an integral part of cinema theatres during the early 20th century. Popcorn vendors set up stalls outside theatres.

While theatre owners considered them a nuisance, these vendors attracted moviegoers by the dozen. Theatre owners thought it a good proposition to ask them to set up stalls inside the premises in return for a portion of their sales.

Eventually, popcorn vending machines made their appearance and the snack has ever since been associated with movies.

My seduction of night,
with melting of neon lights,
The rhythm of darkness,
The brithtening stars on the horizon.

And.....
When liquid splashes me, none seeps through,
When I am moved a lot, liquid I spew.
When I am hit, colour I change,
And colour, I come a quite a range.
What I cover is very complex,
And I am very easy to flex.

What am I ?
----- My sexy skin !!!

Saturday, May 27, 2006 11:14:19 pm

During a visit to an old mosque in Cairo, I stopped on my way out, spellbound by a young maulvi's resonant chanting calling the faithful to prayer. I was mesmerized by the sheer beauty of the human voice made transcendent by faith. I waited till his chant ended.

My guide, an Egyptian Christian, asked if I'd like to be introduced to the young man. I said I would. She introduced us, and the maulvi, in halting English, asked if I were Muslim. The guide, knowing that I was not, looked discomfited, thinking I might be offended by the assumption.

I replied, regretfully, that I wasn't in fact Muslim. Then the maulvi said something remarkable. Holding two fingers very slightly apart, he suggested "Little bit Muslim, yes?" I replied, "Yes, absolutely," and meant it.

Born into Hinduism, I now call myself a practicing atheist. But that does not preclude me from being "Little bit Muslim, yes?". Or little bit Christian, or Buddhist, or Sikh, or Hindu. On occasion I have been, and will be, all these.

If I wasn't, I couldn't be moved by a maulvi's call to prayer, or the soaring spire of a cathedral, or a sputa painted with the turquoise eyes of the Buddha, or the Gurbani being sung in the Har Mandir, or the recitation of the Gayatri Mantra