<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:52:08.157-08:00</updated><category term='fun'/><category term='SQL'/><category term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Fun Blog By Rahul</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-5085618248761573102</id><published>2007-11-22T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T21:50:08.513-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SQL'/><title type='text'>WeddingQuery.......  ...... (SQL Style)</title><content type='html'>WeddingQuery....... ...... (SQL Style)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREATE PROCEDURE MyMarriage ( BrideGroom Male (25) ,&lt;br /&gt;Bride Female(20) )&lt;br /&gt;AS&lt;br /&gt;BEGIN&lt;br /&gt;SELECT Bride&lt;br /&gt;FROM india_ Brides&lt;br /&gt;WHERE FatherInLaw = 'Millionaire' AND&lt;br /&gt;Count(Car) &gt; 20 AND&lt;br /&gt;HouseStatus = 'ThreeStoreyed' AND&lt;br /&gt;BrideEduStatus IN (B.TECH ,BE ,Degree ,MCA ,MiBA) AND&lt;br /&gt;Having Brothers = Null AND&lt;br /&gt;Sisters = Null&lt;br /&gt;SELECT Gold , Cash, Car, BankBalance&lt;br /&gt;FROM FatherInLaw&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE MyBankAccout&lt;br /&gt;SET MyBal = MyBal + FatherInLawBal&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE MyLocker&lt;br /&gt;SET MyLockerContents = MyLockerContents + FatherInLawGold&lt;br /&gt;INSERT INTO MyCarShed VALUES('BMW')&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;GO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the wife writes the below query:&lt;br /&gt;DROP HUSBAND;&lt;br /&gt;Commit;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-5085618248761573102?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/5085618248761573102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=5085618248761573102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/5085618248761573102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/5085618248761573102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2007/11/weddingquery-sql-style.html' title='WeddingQuery.......  ...... (SQL Style)'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-4676958473792882005</id><published>2007-10-03T03:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T03:26:25.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not ALL rules can be followed!!!</title><content type='html'>A lady manager of a big reputed office noticed a new man one day and told him to come into her office.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is your name?" was the first thing she asked the new guy.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"John," the new guy replied.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She scowled, "Look... I don't know what kind of a namby-pamby place you worked before, but I don't call anyone by their first name. It breeds familiarity and that leads to a breakdown in authority.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refer to my employees by their last name only ... Smith, Jones, Baker ...that's all.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am to be referred to only as Mrs. Robertson. Now that we got that straight,   what is your last name?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new guy sighed, "Darling............ My name is John Darling." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay John, the next thing I want to tell you is . . .."     :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-4676958473792882005?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/4676958473792882005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=4676958473792882005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/4676958473792882005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/4676958473792882005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2007/10/not-all-rules-can-be-followed.html' title='Not ALL rules can be followed!!!'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-4040065736242331854</id><published>2007-09-07T00:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T01:02:50.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gadhav - Ultimate</title><content type='html'>Very Funny Marathi Jokes on Gadhav - Donkey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7o0prmwhl-g/RuEFQzs3K-I/AAAAAAAAAW8/VramHdM10IA/s1600-h/gadhav.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7o0prmwhl-g/RuEFQzs3K-I/AAAAAAAAAW8/VramHdM10IA/s400/gadhav.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107369238729272290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-4040065736242331854?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/4040065736242331854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=4040065736242331854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/4040065736242331854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/4040065736242331854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2007/09/gadhav-ultimate.html' title='Gadhav - Ultimate'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7o0prmwhl-g/RuEFQzs3K-I/AAAAAAAAAW8/VramHdM10IA/s72-c/gadhav.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-1085628898427719819</id><published>2007-08-31T03:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T03:16:41.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bhayanak Marathi PJs</title><content type='html'>1.&lt;br /&gt;4 mitra hotel madhe jataat.. &lt;br /&gt;waiter yeto ani sagle order detaat.. &lt;br /&gt;1st: 1 masala dosa &lt;br /&gt;2nd: ajun 1 masala dosa &lt;br /&gt;3rd: ajun 1 masala dosa &lt;br /&gt;4th: CHALLENGE!! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;2 ri tala ek Mulaga School madhun ghari alayavar vadilana Mhanto &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulaga : Me udya shool la janar nahi &lt;br /&gt;Baba : kare kay zale &lt;br /&gt;Mulaga : AAj aamachya school madhe aamache vajan kele &lt;br /&gt;Vadil : mag tyacha school madhe n janayacha kay sambandh &lt;br /&gt;Mulaga : kay  mahit  udya amhala vikun pan taktil &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;2 chhoti mule ubhi astat. &lt;br /&gt;pahila:mazi aai service karte. &lt;br /&gt;dusra:mazi aai Tennis khelat nahi.:-( &lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;Baban : "kaa ho tumachya kaDe marutiche spare parts vikat miltat ka??" &lt;br /&gt;Dukandaar : "Ho.." &lt;br /&gt;Baban : "Mag mala ek gadaa dya..." &lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;gabbar:ye haath mujhe de de thakkur.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thakur:gap re yedya aapan kay paach teen doon khektoy ka ??yeda &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;ekda vargat ganitcha vishay chalu hota.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guruji:gotya,samajh tujhya kadhe 10 laadu aahet. &lt;br /&gt;gotya: majhya kadhe 10 laadu nahi aahet. &lt;br /&gt;guruji:are samjh ki, tujhya bapacha kai jata?? &lt;br /&gt;gotya: khara majhya kadhe 10 laadu nahi aahet. &lt;br /&gt;guruji:bara,tu bas.....are bandya,samajh tujhya kadhe 10 laadu aahet. &lt;br /&gt;bandya:majhya kadhe 10 laadu nahi aahet. &lt;br /&gt;guruji:are murkha, samjh ki, tujhya bapacha kai jata?? &lt;br /&gt;bandya:bara...thik aahe..phude saanga. &lt;br /&gt;guruju: tujhya kadhe 10 laadu aahet ani mi tula ankhi 5 laadu dile..kiti laadu jhale???? &lt;br /&gt;bandya: 20!! &lt;br /&gt;guruji:kai re gaadhava, 5 ani 10 vees(20)  hotat ??? &lt;br /&gt;bandya:samajha ki ho guruji,tumhachya bapacha kai jata?? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;Ravnachya lankela sonyachi lanka kaa mhantat.....???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karan ravnala lahanpani aai baba sonya mhanayche....!!!!! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;Kareena kapur ani tushar kapur eka building chya top,mhanje 13th floor var rahat astat. dusre sagle actors 1st te 12th floor var rahtat. sagle lift vapartat. pan tushar kapur ani kareena kapur nahi vaparat.... kaa??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karan: 'Jeena sirf mere liye' &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;Raja : "Kon ahe re tikade?" &lt;br /&gt;Sevak : "Hukum maharaj..." &lt;br /&gt;Raja : "Ispik..."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;Ekda doryachi(thread) bayko dori(thread) preganant aasate.Hospital madhe deliverychya veli complications hotat tyamule surgery karavi lagate.Operation zalya var doctor baher yetat tar tyana dora vichrarto,"doctor,doctor kay zal?" &lt;br /&gt;Tar doctor mhantat,"GUNTA zala...!!!" &lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;br /&gt;Eka mansala 11 pora astat... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pahilya 10 jananchi naava daha, vis, tis, chalis, pannas, saath, sattar, ainshi, navvad ani shambhar ashi astat... &lt;br /&gt;Tar 11 vya mulache naav kay asel? &lt;br /&gt;sanga na sanga na dhani. lavkar dya na hyacha uttar dhani…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans : Ready ka? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;br /&gt;mithun ani paal &lt;br /&gt;Mithun chakravarthy aani paal madhye kaay farak aahe?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mithun CHAKRAvarty ani paal BhINTIvarty.... [;p]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-1085628898427719819?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/1085628898427719819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=1085628898427719819' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/1085628898427719819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/1085628898427719819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2007/08/bhayanak-marathi-pjs.html' title='Bhayanak Marathi PJs'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-6497767288771560951</id><published>2007-08-31T03:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T03:15:44.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Globalization Definition</title><content type='html'>Question: What is the truest definition of&lt;br /&gt;  Globalization?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Answer: Princess Diana's death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Question: How come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Answer: An English princess &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; with an Egyptian boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; crashes in a French tunnel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; driving a German car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; with a Dutch engine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; driven by a Belgian who was  drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; on Scottish whisky, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;followed closely by Italian Paparazzi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; on Japanese motorcycles;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; treated by an American doctor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sent to you by an Indian &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;using Bill Gates's technology, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and you're probably reading this on your computer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; that uses Taiwanese chips,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and a Korean monitor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assembled by Chinese workers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; in a Singapore plant,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;transported to you by Bangladeshi rickshaw-driver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That, my friends, is Globalization&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-6497767288771560951?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/6497767288771560951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=6497767288771560951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/6497767288771560951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/6497767288771560951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2007/08/globalization-definition.html' title='Globalization Definition'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-8353689670865651448</id><published>2007-08-31T03:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T03:13:46.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Performance Pressure ::::</title><content type='html'>Performance Pressure ::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poultry farm ke malik ne tammam Murgiyon ko Order diya &lt;br /&gt;"Agar tum logon ne kal se Do -- Do ande nahi diye to kal se tumhara dana pani band " &lt;br /&gt;Murgiya dar gayi ....sab ne do do ande diye magar ek ne sirf ek anda diya " &lt;br /&gt;Malik "tum ne 1 anda hi kyon diya "&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Jawab mila&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Sir ye aapke dar ki wajah se diya hai waise main to Murga hoon"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-8353689670865651448?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/8353689670865651448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=8353689670865651448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/8353689670865651448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/8353689670865651448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2007/08/performance-pressure.html' title='Performance Pressure ::::'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-4152331131119248466</id><published>2007-08-31T03:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T03:12:57.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fastest thing</title><content type='html'>Four guys, one each from Harvard, Yale, MIT University and SANTA SINGH from Punjab University were to be interviewed for a prestigious job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One common question was asked to all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTERVIEWER: WHICH IS THE FASTEST THING IN THE WORLD ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YALE Guy: It is Light, nothing can travel faster than Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARVARD Guy: It's the Thought; because thought is so fast it comes instantly in your mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIT Guy: Its Blink, you can blink and it's hard to realize you blinked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANTA SINGH: Its Loose Motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTERVIEWER: (Shocked to hear Santa's reply) "WHY"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANTA SINGH: Last night after dinner, I was lying in my bed and I got the worst stomach cramps, and before I could THINK, BLINK, or TURN ON THE LIGHTS, it was over !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-4152331131119248466?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/4152331131119248466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=4152331131119248466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/4152331131119248466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/4152331131119248466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2007/08/fastest-thing.html' title='Fastest thing'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-1227539719831245473</id><published>2007-08-31T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T03:10:12.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT Industry : Programmer and Manager</title><content type='html'>A man is flying in a hot air balloon and realizes he is lost. He reduces &lt;br /&gt;height and spots a man down below. He lowers the balloon further and &lt;br /&gt;shouts, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Excuse me, can you help me? I promised my friend I would meet him half &lt;br /&gt;an hour ago, but I don't know where I am.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man below says, 'Yes. You are in a hot air balloon, hovering &lt;br /&gt;approximately 30 feet above this field. You are between 40 and 42 &lt;br /&gt;degrees North latitude, and between 58 and 60 degrees West Longitude.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You must be a programmer ,' says the balloonist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am,' replies the man. 'How did you know?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well,' says the balloonist, 'everything you have told me is technically &lt;br /&gt;correct, but I have no idea what to make of your Information &lt;br /&gt;and the fact is I am still lost.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man below says, "You must be a project manager." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am,' replies the balloonist, 'but how did you know?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well,' says the man, 'you don't know where you are, or where you are &lt;br /&gt;going. You have made a promise which you have no idea how to keep, and &lt;br /&gt;you expect me to solve your problem.' :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-1227539719831245473?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/1227539719831245473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=1227539719831245473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/1227539719831245473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/1227539719831245473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-industry-programmer-and-manager.html' title='IT Industry : Programmer and Manager'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-7176486932662439406</id><published>2007-02-16T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T01:28:24.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>By all means......Marry!.... Laugh.....</title><content type='html'>By all Means... MARRY!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read that love is entirely a matter of chemistry. &lt;br /&gt;That must be why my wife treats me like toxic waste. &lt;br /&gt;David Bissonette &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a man steals your wife, there is no better revenge than to let him keep her. &lt;br /&gt;Sacha Guitry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After marriage, husband and wife become two sides of a coin; they just can't face each other, but still they stay together. &lt;br /&gt;Hemant Joshi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you'll be happy. If you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher. Socrates &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman inspires us to great things, and prevents us from achieving them. &lt;br /&gt;Dumas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great question... which I have not been able to answer... is, "What does a woman want? &lt;br /&gt;Sigmund Freud &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some words with my wife, and she had some paragraphs with me. &lt;br /&gt;Anonymous &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some people ask the secret of our long marriage. We take time to go to a restaurant two times a week. A little candlelight, dinner, soft music and dancing. She goes Tuesdays, I go Fridays." &lt;br /&gt;Henny Youngman &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't worry about terrorism. I was married for two years." &lt;br /&gt;Sam Kinison &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a way of transferring funds that is even faster than electronic banking. It's called marriage." &lt;br /&gt;James Holt McGavran &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've had bad luck with both my wives. The first one left me, and the second one didn't." &lt;br /&gt;Patrick Murray &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two secrets to keep your marriage brimming &lt;br /&gt;1. Whenever you're wrong, admit it, &lt;br /&gt;2. Whenever you're right, shut up. &lt;br /&gt;Nash &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most effective way to remember your wife's birthday is to forget it once... &lt;br /&gt;Anonymous &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I did before I married? Anything I wanted to. &lt;br /&gt;Henny Youngman &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met. &lt;br /&gt;Rodney Dangerfield &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good wife always forgives her husband when she's wrong. &lt;br /&gt;Milton Berle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is the only war where one sleeps with the enemy. &lt;br /&gt;Anonymous &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man inserted an 'ad' in the classifieds: "Wife wanted". Next day he received a hundred letters. They all said the same thing: "You can have mine." &lt;br /&gt;Anonymous &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Guy (proudly): "My wife's an angel!" &lt;br /&gt;Second Guy: "You're lucky, mine's still alive."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-7176486932662439406?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/7176486932662439406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=7176486932662439406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/7176486932662439406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/7176486932662439406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2007/02/by-all-meansmarry-laugh.html' title='By all means......Marry!.... Laugh.....'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-8893922526110853457</id><published>2007-02-03T02:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T02:44:51.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only Resumes told the truth!</title><content type='html'>EMPLOYMENT&lt;br /&gt;* NETWORK MANAGEMENT&lt;br /&gt;(Present): Produced daily itinerary&lt;br /&gt;Of television programs to watch.&lt;br /&gt;Duties included changing channels,&lt;br /&gt;Avoiding infomercials, and staying&lt;br /&gt;Tuned after those messages.&lt;br /&gt;* DEBT CONSOLIDATION (7/05-&lt;br /&gt;10/06): Using various tools such as&lt;br /&gt;Credit cards and borrowed cash, I&lt;br /&gt;Managed to combine groups of&lt;br /&gt;Unpaid bills into one monthly bill&lt;br /&gt;That goes straight to my father.&lt;br /&gt;* RESIDENT INHALER (9/03-6/05):&lt;br /&gt;Assisted all students with chemical intake from purchasing to exhaling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPUTER SKILLS&lt;br /&gt;* Solitaire&lt;br /&gt;* Minesweeper&lt;br /&gt;* On/Off Repair Method&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONORS AND AWARDS&lt;br /&gt;* First Place in Hot Dog eating and beer drinking tournaments.&lt;br /&gt;* Said Toast at brother's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;* Highest Score on Pin Ball Machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For further references, contact my mother. For positive responses, please pose all Questions as though you're considering me as a law school applicant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-8893922526110853457?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/8893922526110853457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=8893922526110853457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/8893922526110853457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/8893922526110853457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2007/02/if-only-resumes-told-truth.html' title='If only Resumes told the truth!'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-7052460584236718150</id><published>2007-02-03T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T02:43:43.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EK SHAADI KI DAASTAAN:</title><content type='html'>Just after Marriage&lt;br /&gt;Abhi shadi ka pehla hi saal tha&lt;br /&gt;Khushi ke maare mera bura haal tha&lt;br /&gt;Khushiyan kuch yun umad rahi thi&lt;br /&gt;Ke sambhale nahin sambhal rahi thi&lt;br /&gt;Subah subah madam ka chai Le kar aana&lt;br /&gt;Thoda sharmate hue hame neend se jagana&lt;br /&gt;Who pyar bhara haath hamare baalon mein phirana&lt;br /&gt;Muskurate hue kehna ke darling chai pee loo&lt;br /&gt;Jaldi se ready ho jao, office ko bhi hai jana&lt;br /&gt;Ghar wali bhagwan ka roop Le kar aayi thi&lt;br /&gt;Dil aur dimagh per poori tarah chaayi thi&lt;br /&gt;Saans bhi lete the toh naam isi ka hota tha&lt;br /&gt;Ek pal bhi door jeena dushwar hota tha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years later&lt;br /&gt;Subah subah madam ka chai Le kar aana&lt;br /&gt;Table per rakh ke zor se chillaana&lt;br /&gt;Aaj office jaate hue munne ko school chodte jaana&lt;br /&gt;Ek baar phir wohi awaaz aayi&lt;br /&gt;'kya baat hai nahin chodi abhi tak chaarpaayi'&lt;br /&gt;Agar munna late ho gaya toh dekh Lena&lt;br /&gt;Munne ki teachers ko phir khud hee sambhal Lena&lt;br /&gt;Najaane ghar wali kaisa roop Le kar aayi thi&lt;br /&gt;Dil aur dimagh par kaali ghata jaise chaayi thi&lt;br /&gt;Saans bhi lete hain toh unhi ka khayaal hota hai&lt;br /&gt;Har samay zehan mey ek hee sawaal hota hai&lt;br /&gt;Kya kabhi who din lout aayenge&lt;br /&gt;Kya kabhi hum ek bar phir kunware ban paayenge?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-7052460584236718150?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/7052460584236718150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=7052460584236718150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/7052460584236718150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/7052460584236718150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2007/02/ek-shaadi-ki-daastaan.html' title='EK SHAADI KI DAASTAAN:'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-801009687973689180</id><published>2007-02-03T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T02:41:44.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Reasons Why God Created Eve!</title><content type='html'>10. God worried that Adam would always be lost in the garden because he knew Men would never ask directions.&lt;br /&gt; 9. God knew that Adam would one day need someone to hand him the TV remote Because men don't want to see what's on television, they want to see what else is On television.&lt;br /&gt;8. God knew that Adam would&lt;br /&gt;Never buy a new fig leaf when the&lt;br /&gt;Seat wore out and therefore would&lt;br /&gt;Need Eve to get one for him.&lt;br /&gt;7. God knew that Adam would&lt;br /&gt;Never make a doctors appointment&lt;br /&gt;For himself.&lt;br /&gt;6. God knew that Adam would&lt;br /&gt;Never remember which night was&lt;br /&gt;Garbage night.&lt;br /&gt;5. God knew that if the world was&lt;br /&gt;To be populated there would have&lt;br /&gt;To be someone to bear children, because men would never be able to handle it.&lt;br /&gt;4. As "Keeper of the Garden" Adam would never remember where he put his tools.&lt;br /&gt;3. The scripture account of creation indicates that Adam needed someone to&lt;br /&gt;Blame his troubles on when God caught him hiding in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;2. As the Bible says, "It is not good for man to be alone." He only ends up getting&lt;br /&gt;Himself in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;AND the #1 REASON WHY GOD CREATED EVE is ...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;1. When God had finished the creation of Adam, He stepped back, scratched his&lt;br /&gt;Head and said, "I know I can do better than THIS!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-801009687973689180?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/801009687973689180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=801009687973689180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/801009687973689180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/801009687973689180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2007/02/10-reasons-why-god-created-eve.html' title='10 Reasons Why God Created Eve!'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-1610552848362094634</id><published>2007-02-03T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T02:36:25.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the world of romance, one single rule applies to the men!!!</title><content type='html'>I n the world of romance, one single rule applies to the men:&lt;br /&gt;Make the woman happy. Do something she likes, and you get points.&lt;br /&gt;Do something she dislikes and points are subtracted.&lt;br /&gt;You don't get any points for doing something she expects.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, that's the way the game is played.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a guide to the point system:&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLE DUTIES&lt;br /&gt;You make the bed (+1)&lt;br /&gt;You make the bed, but forget the decorative pillow (0)&lt;br /&gt;You throw the bedspread over rumpled sheets (-1)&lt;br /&gt;You go out to buy her what she wants (+5) In the rain (+8) But return with&lt;br /&gt;Beer (-5)&lt;br /&gt;You check out a suspicious noise at night (0)&lt;br /&gt;You check out a suspicious noise, and it is nothing (0)&lt;br /&gt;You check out a suspicious noise and it is something (+5)&lt;br /&gt;You pummel it with iron rod (+10)&lt;br /&gt;It's her pet (-10)&lt;br /&gt;SOCIAL ENGAGEMENTS&lt;br /&gt;You stay by her side the entire party (0)&lt;br /&gt;You stay by her side for a while, then leave to chat with a college buddy&lt;br /&gt;(-2)&lt;br /&gt;Named Rita (-4)&lt;br /&gt;Rita is a dancer (-6)&lt;br /&gt;Rita is single and is really beautiful (-80)&lt;br /&gt;HER BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;You forget her birthday (-50000)&lt;br /&gt;You take her out to dinner (0)&lt;br /&gt;You take her out to dinner and it's not a sports bar (+1)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's a sports bar (-2)&lt;br /&gt;And it's all-you-can-eat night (-3)&lt;br /&gt;It's a sports bar, it's all-you-can-eat night, and your face is painted the&lt;br /&gt;colours of your favourite team (-10)&lt;br /&gt;A NIGHT OUT&lt;br /&gt;You take her to a movie (+2)&lt;br /&gt;You take her to a movie she likes (+4)&lt;br /&gt;You take her to a movie you hate (+6)&lt;br /&gt;You take her to a movie you like (-2)&lt;br /&gt;It's called 'DeathCop' (-3)&lt;br /&gt;You lied and said it was a foreign film about orphans (-15)&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY THE 'BIG' QUESTION&lt;br /&gt;She asks, "Do I look fat?" (-5) [Yes, you LOSE points no matter WHAT]&lt;br /&gt;You hesitate in responding (-10)&lt;br /&gt;You reply, "Where?" (-35)&lt;br /&gt;Any other response (-20)&lt;br /&gt;COMMUNICATION&lt;br /&gt;When she wants to talk about a problem , you listen, displaying what looks&lt;br /&gt;like a concerned __expression (0)&lt;br /&gt;You listen, for over 30 minutes (+50)&lt;br /&gt;You listen for more than 30 minutes without looking at the TV (+500)&lt;br /&gt;She realizes this is because you have fallen asleep (-10000)&lt;br /&gt;Now what chance do you have???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-1610552848362094634?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/1610552848362094634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=1610552848362094634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/1610552848362094634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/1610552848362094634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-world-of-romance-one-single-rule.html' title='In the world of romance, one single rule applies to the men!!!'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-3703984900891028236</id><published>2007-02-03T02:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T02:32:54.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHAYARI</title><content type='html'>1) Taras jaoge tum mehfil-e-wafa ke liye, kisi se pyar na kar khuda ke liye.. Jab lagegi ishq ki aadat ek din, tum hi chune jaoge saza ke liye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Ashiq pagal ho jate hai pyar me,baki kasar puri ho jati hai intezar me,magar ye uski dilruba nahi samajti,vo baith kar chali jati hai kisi aur ki Car mein..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Dil ke bazar me daulat nahi dekhi jati,pyar ho jaye to surat nahi dekhi jaati,ek sathi pr luta do sab kuch,kyoki pasand ho cheez to kemat nahi dekhi jati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Dard dil ka hota hai kya, yeh puchhe jra humse koi, chot pahunchti hai tab dil ko bahut jab dil tod deta hai apna hi koi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Kya kahu duniya ne kiya mujpe kaise bair, hukum tha mai jiyu lekin tere bagair..nadan hai vo kehte hai jo mere liye tum ho gair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Duniya badal jaayegi par tum na badalna , mushkil jab bhi aaye bus yaad karna, tumse maange bhi to kya maange, kuch dena hi ho to bus muskura dena..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Sachi hai dosti aajmake dekh lo,karke yakin mujh pe mere paas aake dekh lo.badalta nahi kabhi sona apna rang,chahe jitni baar marji aag me jalaake dekh lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Aaj hum unhe befawa batakar aaye hai,unke khaton ko pani me bahakar aaye hai,koi nikal kar padh na le unhe,isliye pani me bhi aag lagakar aaye hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Hasi ki rah me gum mile to kya kare.wafa ke naam par bewafa mile to kya kare.kaise bache zindagi dhoke bajo se. koi has ke dhoka de to kya kare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Teri wafa mein sanam, na safar ke rahe na vatan ke rahe,Bikhri laash ke itne tukde hue na kafan ke rahe na dafan ke rahe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-3703984900891028236?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/3703984900891028236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=3703984900891028236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/3703984900891028236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/3703984900891028236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2007/02/shayari.html' title='SHAYARI'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116858094789833396</id><published>2007-01-11T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T21:49:07.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Laws of Life - its Serious</title><content type='html'>Great words From Swami Vivekananda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What You Need to Keep in Mind&lt;br /&gt;1. Love Is The Law Of Life: All love is expansion, all selfishness is contraction. Love is therefore the only law of life. He who loves lives, he who is selfish is dying. Therefore, love for love's sake, because it is law of life, just as you breathe to live.&lt;br /&gt;2. It's Your Outlook That Matters: It is our own mental attitude, which makes the world what it is for us. Our thoughts make things beautiful, our thoughts make things ugly. The whole world is in our own minds. Learn to see things in the proper light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Life is Beautiful: First, believe in this world - that there is meaning behind everything. Everything in the world is good, is holy and beautiful. If you see something evil, think that you do not understand it in the right light. Throw the burden on yourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It's The Way You Feel: Feel like Christ and you will be a Christ; feel like Buddha and you will be a Buddha. It is feeling that is the life, the strength, the vitality, without which no amount of intellectual activity can reach God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Set Yourself Free: The moment I have realised God sitting in the temple of every human body, the moment I stand in reverence before every human being and see God in him - that moment I am free from bondage, everything that binds vanishes, and I am free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't Play The Blame Game: Condemn none: if you can stretch out a helping hand, do so. If you cannot, fold your hands, bless your brothers, and let them go their own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Help Others: If money helps a man to do good to others, it is of some value; but if not, it is simply a mass of evil, and the sooner it is got rid of, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Uphold Your Ideals: Our duty is to encourage every one in his struggle to live up to his own highest idea, and strive at the same time to make the ideal as near as possible to the Truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Listen To Your Soul: You have to grow from the inside out. None can teach you, none can make you spiritual. There is no other teacher but your own soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Be Yourself: The greatest religion is to be true to your own nature. Have faith in yourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Nothing Is Impossible: Never think there is anything impossible for the soul. It is the greatest heresy to think so. If there is sin, this is the only sin - to say that you are weak, or others are weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You Have The Power: All the powers in the universe are already ours. It is we who have put our hands before our eyes and cry that it is dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Learn Everyday: The goal of mankind is knowledge... now this knowledge is inherent in man. No knowledge comes from outside: it is all inside. What we say a man 'knows', should, in strict psychological language, be what he 'discovers' or 'unveils'; what man 'learns' is really what he discovers by taking the cover off his own soul, which is a mine of infinite knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Be Truthful: Everything can be sacrificed for truth, but truth cannot be sacrificed for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Think Different: All differences in this world are of degree, and not of kind, because oneness is the secret of everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116858094789833396?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116858094789833396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116858094789833396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116858094789833396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116858094789833396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2007/01/15-laws-of-life-its-serious.html' title='15 Laws of Life - its Serious'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116676574840482253</id><published>2006-12-21T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T21:35:48.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Merry Christmas"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/453/798/1600/343174/Merry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/453/798/320/976272/Merry.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bells, jingle bells, it's Christmas once again ! It's time for Santa Claus, for mistletoe kisses and for togetherness. Share the joys of this merry occasion with your friends/ family/ acquaintances/ loved ones. Bring on their holiday smiles and spread lotsa Christmas cheer around with these beautiful wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you a "Merry Christmas"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116676574840482253?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116676574840482253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116676574840482253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116676574840482253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116676574840482253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='&quot;Merry Christmas&quot;'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116581635277918300</id><published>2006-12-10T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T21:52:32.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Joke</title><content type='html'>A man walking along a California beach was deep in prayer. All of a &lt;br /&gt;sudden, he said out loud, “Lord, grant me one wish.” &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the sky clouded above his head and in a booming voice the Lord &lt;br /&gt;said, “Because you have TRIED to be faithful to me in all ways, I &lt;br /&gt;will grant you one wish.” &lt;br /&gt;The man said, “Build a bridge to Hawaii, so I can drive over anytime &lt;br /&gt;I want to.” &lt;br /&gt;The Lord said, “Your request is very materialistic. Think of the &lt;br /&gt;logistics of that kind of undertaking.! The concrete and steel it would &lt;br /&gt;take. Take a little more time and think of another wish, one that would &lt;br /&gt;honor and glorify me.” &lt;br /&gt;The man thought about it for a long time. Finally he said, “Lord, I &lt;br /&gt;wish that I could understand women. I want to know how they feel inside, &lt;br /&gt;what they are thinking when they give me the silent treatment, why they &lt;br /&gt;cry, what they mean when they say ‘nothing’, and how can I make a &lt;br /&gt;woman truly happy.” &lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes God said, “You want two lanes or four on that &lt;br /&gt;bridge?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116581635277918300?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116581635277918300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116581635277918300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116581635277918300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116581635277918300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/12/good-joke.html' title='Good Joke'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116555578649967316</id><published>2006-12-07T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T21:29:46.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Women use</title><content type='html'>Fine &lt;br /&gt;This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Minutes &lt;br /&gt;If she is getting dressed, this is half an hour. &lt;br /&gt;Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given 5 more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing &lt;br /&gt;This is the calm before the storm. This means "something" and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with "nothing" usually end in "fine". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Ahead &lt;br /&gt;This is a dare, not permission, DON'T DO IT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loud Sigh &lt;br /&gt;Although not actually a word, the loud sigh is often misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you over "Nothing". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Okay &lt;br /&gt;This is one of the most dangerous statements that woman can make to a man. "That's Okay" means that she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;br /&gt;This is the least used of all words in the female vocabulary. If a woman is thanking you. Do not question it, just say you're welcome and back out of the room slowly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116555578649967316?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116555578649967316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116555578649967316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116555578649967316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116555578649967316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/12/words-women-use.html' title='Words Women use'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116539347944909706</id><published>2006-12-06T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T00:24:39.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shiity lesson!!</title><content type='html'>A little bird was flying south for the winter. &lt;br /&gt;It was so cold the bird froze and fell to &lt;br /&gt;the ground in a large field. &lt;br /&gt;While it was lying there, &lt;br /&gt;a cow came by and dropped some dung on it. &lt;br /&gt;As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, &lt;br /&gt;it began to realize how warm it was. &lt;br /&gt;The dung was actually thawing him out! &lt;br /&gt;He lay there all warm and happy, &lt;br /&gt;and soon to sing for joy. &lt;br /&gt;A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. &lt;br /&gt;Following the sound, &lt;br /&gt;the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, &lt;br /&gt;and promptly dug it out and ate it. &lt;br /&gt;Management Lesson? &lt;br /&gt;1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy. &lt;br /&gt;2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend. &lt;br /&gt;3) And when you're in deep shit, it's best &lt;br /&gt;to keep your mouth shut!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116539347944909706?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116539347944909706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116539347944909706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116539347944909706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116539347944909706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/12/shiity-lesson.html' title='A Shiity lesson!!'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116539006449788310</id><published>2006-12-05T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T23:27:44.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POPE Vs SANTA</title><content type='html'>About a century or two ago,the Pope decided that all the Sardars had to leave Italy. There was a big uproar from the Sardar community. So the Pope made a deal. He would have a religious debate with a member of the Sardar community. If the Sardar won,the Sardars could stay. If the Pope won,the Sardars would leave. The Sardars picked a middle aged man named Santa Singh to represent them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Singh asked for one addition to the debate.&lt;br /&gt;To make it more interesting,neither side would be allowed to talk. The Pope agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Singh and the Pope sat opposite each other for a full minute before the Pope raised his hand and showed three fingers.&lt;br /&gt;Santa Singh looked back at him and raised one finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pope waved his fingers in a circle around his head.&lt;br /&gt;Santa Singh pointed to the ground where he sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pope pulled out a wafer and a glass of wine.&lt;br /&gt;Santa Singh pulled out an apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pope stood up and said, -I give up.&lt;br /&gt;This man is too good. The Sardars can stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, the cardinals were all around the Pope asking him what had happened. The Pope said,First I held up three fingers to represent the trinity. He responded by holding up one finger to remind me that there was still one God common to both our religions. Then I waved my finger around me to show him that God was all around us. He responded by&lt;br /&gt;pointing to the ground and showing that God was also right here with us. I pulled out the wine and wafer to show that God absolves us from our sins. He pulled out an apple to remind me of original sin. He had an answer for everything. What could I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile,the Sardar community had crowded around Santa Singh. What happened? they asked. Well,said Santa Singh,First he said to me that the Sardars had three days to get out of here. I told him that not one of us was leaving. Then he told me that this whole city would be cleared of Sardars. I let him know that we were staying right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then??..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know,said Santa Singh,&lt;br /&gt;He took out his lunch,and I took out mine..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116539006449788310?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116539006449788310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116539006449788310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116539006449788310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116539006449788310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/12/pope-vs-santa.html' title='POPE Vs SANTA'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116539003476222819</id><published>2006-12-05T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T23:27:14.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEN Vs WOMAN</title><content type='html'>TWO WOMEN TALKING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman 1: Oh! You got a haircut! That's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman 2: Do you think so? I wasn't sure when she gave me the mirror. I&lt;br /&gt;mean, you don't think it's too fluffy looking?&lt;br /&gt;Woman 1: No, it's perfect. I'd love to get my hair cut like that, but I&lt;br /&gt;think my face is too wide. I'm pretty much stuck with this stuff I&lt;br /&gt;think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman 2: Are you serious? I think your face is adorable. And you could&lt;br /&gt;easily get one of those layer cuts - that would look so cute I think. I&lt;br /&gt;was actually going to do that except that I was afraid it would accent&lt;br /&gt;my long neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman 1: Oh - that's funny! I would love to have your neck! Anything to&lt;br /&gt;take attention away from these football player shoulders of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Woman 2: Are you kidding? I know girls that would love to have your&lt;br /&gt;shoulders. Everything drapes so well on you. I mean, look at my arms,&lt;br /&gt;see how short they are? If I had your shoulders I could get clothes to&lt;br /&gt;fit me so much easier. ......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........................................&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW TWO MEN TALKING&lt;br /&gt;======================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man 1: Haircut?&lt;br /&gt;Man 2: Yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116539003476222819?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116539003476222819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116539003476222819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116539003476222819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116539003476222819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/12/men-vs-woman.html' title='MEN Vs WOMAN'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116498852797658296</id><published>2006-12-01T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T07:55:27.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INDIAN MIND</title><content type='html'>An Indian man walks into a bank in New York City and asks for the loan officer. He tells the loan officer that he is going to India on business for two weeks and needs to borrow $5,000. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bank officer tells him that the bank will need some form of security for the loan, so the Indian man hands over the keys to a new Ferrari parked on the street in front of the bank. He produces the title and everything checks out. The loan officer agrees to accept the car as collateral for the loan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bank's president and its officers all enjoy a good laugh at the Indian for using a $250,000 Ferrari as collateral against a $5,000 loan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An employee of the bank then drives the Ferrari into the bank's underground garage and parks it there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later, the Indian returns, repays the $5,000 and the interest, which comes to $15.41.The loan officer says, "Sir, we are very happy to have had your business, and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are a little puzzled. While you were away, we checked you out and found that you are a multi millionaire. What puzzles us is, why would you bother to borrow "$5,000" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indian replies: "Where else in New York City can I park my car for two weeks for only $15.41 and expect it to be there when I return'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the mind of the Indian... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why India is shining &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116498852797658296?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116498852797658296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116498852797658296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116498852797658296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116498852797658296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/12/indian-mind.html' title='INDIAN MIND'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116313516744400203</id><published>2006-11-09T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T21:06:07.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Must Read ..</title><content type='html'>Father: I want you to marry a girl of my choice&lt;br /&gt;Son: "I will choose my own bride!"&lt;br /&gt;Father: "But the girl is Bill Gates's daughter."&lt;br /&gt;Son: "Well, in that case...ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Father approaches Bill Gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: "I have a husband for your daughter."&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates: "But my daughter is too young to marry!"&lt;br /&gt;Father: "But this young man is a vice-president of the World Bank."&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates: "Ah, in that case...ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Father goes to see the president of the World Bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: "I have a young man to be recommended as a vice-president."&lt;br /&gt;President: "But I already have more vice- presidents than I need!"&lt;br /&gt;Father: "But this young man is Bill Gates's son-in-law."&lt;br /&gt;President: "Ah, in that case...ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how business is done!!&lt;br /&gt;Moral: Even If you have nothing, You can get Anything. But your&lt;br /&gt;attitude should be positive ...­­­ .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116313516744400203?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116313516744400203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116313516744400203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116313516744400203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116313516744400203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/11/must-read.html' title='A Must Read ..'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116296601501075963</id><published>2006-11-07T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:06:55.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT &amp; Bollywood Hybrid - Softwood Movies</title><content type='html'>NAMES OF ITS WOULD BE FILMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Hang To Hona Hi Tha !!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Meri Disc Tumhare Paas Hai&lt;br /&gt;3. Aao Chat Kare&lt;br /&gt;4. Programmer No.1&lt;br /&gt;5. Mera Naam Developer&lt;br /&gt;6. Java Wale Job Le Jayenge&lt;br /&gt;7. Hum Apke Memory Mein Rehte Hein&lt;br /&gt;8. Do Processor Baarah Terminal&lt;br /&gt;9. Tera Code Chal Gaya&lt;br /&gt;10. Har Din Jo Mail Karega &lt;br /&gt;11. Network Ke Us Paar&lt;br /&gt;12. Debugging Koi Khel Nahi&lt;br /&gt;13. Jish Desh Mein Bill Gates Rehta Hai&lt;br /&gt;14. Raju Ban Gaya MCSE .!&lt;br /&gt;15. Client Ek Numbari Programmer Dus Numbari&lt;br /&gt;16. Login Karo Sajana&lt;br /&gt;18. Naukar PC Ka &lt;br /&gt;19. 1942 -- A Bug Story&lt;br /&gt;20. Kaho Na Virus Hai&lt;br /&gt;21. Crash Se Crash Tak&lt;br /&gt;22. Haan Maine Bhi Debug Kiya Hai&lt;br /&gt;23. Password De Ke Dekho&lt;br /&gt;24. Terminal Apna Login Parayi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116296601501075963?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116296601501075963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116296601501075963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116296601501075963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116296601501075963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-bollywood-hybrid-softwood-movies.html' title='IT &amp; Bollywood Hybrid - Softwood Movies'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116288933488110351</id><published>2006-11-07T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T00:48:54.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bihar Driving License...</title><content type='html'>================================================================&lt;br /&gt;DRIVING LICENSE APPLIKASON PHOROM&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------ -----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: Please do not soot the person at the applikason kounter.&lt;br /&gt;He will give you the licen.&lt;br /&gt;For phurthar instructions, see bottom applikason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(_) Yadav (_) Sinha (_) Pandey (_) Misra (_) Dot no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Check karet box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. First name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(_) Ramprasad (_) Lakhan (_) Sivprasad (_) Jamnaprasad (_) Dot no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Check karet box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Age:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(_) Less than phipty (_) Greater than phipty (_) Dot no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Check karet box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ***: ____ M _____ P(F) _____ not sure _____not applicable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Chappal Size: ____ Lepht ____ Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Occupason:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(_) Politison (_) Doodhwala (_) Pehelwaan (_) House wife (_) Un-employed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Check karet box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Number of children libing in the household: ___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Number that are yours: ___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Mather name: _______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Phather Name: ____________________ (If not no,leave blank)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Ejjucason: 1 2 3 4 (Circle highest grade completed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Dental rekard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(_) Ellow (_) Berownish-ellow (_) Berown (_) Belack (_) Other&lt;br /&gt;-__________ Give egjhakt color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Check karet box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Your thumb imparessan :&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you are copying from another applikason pharom, please do not copy&lt;br /&gt;thumb impression also. Please&lt;br /&gt;provide your own thumb impressan.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DO NOT USE PHINGERS OF YOUR LEGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use thumb on y our lepht hand only. If you dont have le pht hand, use&lt;br /&gt;your thumb on right hand. If you do not have right hand, use thumb on&lt;br /&gt;lepht hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: IF YOU DONT HAVE BOTH HANDS, YOU CANNOT DRIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE VARY ISTRICT ABOUT THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=- Bihar RTO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116288933488110351?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116288933488110351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116288933488110351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116288933488110351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116288933488110351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/11/bihar-driving-license.html' title='Bihar Driving License...'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116288816649043409</id><published>2006-11-07T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T00:29:26.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CIRCUIT Bole to ..</title><content type='html'>MUNNABHAI : Yeh OXFORD kya hai?&lt;br /&gt;CIRCUIT : bole to simple hai bhai,tension nahi leneka,&lt;br /&gt;OX mane bail,&lt;br /&gt;FORD mane gaadi,&lt;br /&gt;OXFORD bole to "BAILGAADI".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116288816649043409?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116288816649043409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116288816649043409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116288816649043409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116288816649043409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/11/circuit-bole-to.html' title='CIRCUIT Bole to ..'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116220907684940213</id><published>2006-10-30T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T03:51:16.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark Six - The Game</title><content type='html'>Mark Six is a lottery style game where players have to guess what numbers will be drawn out of a lottery machine. The lottery machine is a transparent plastic sphere which contains colored balls numbered 1 to 49. The sphere is rotated to provide randomization in the drawing process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Players choose six numbers out of the possible 49. Each selection of the numbers costs 5 HKD and is one selection of the (hoped for!) results of the lottery draw. In the draw, 7 numbers are drawn. The first six numbers drawn are called the "drawn numbers". The last one drawn is called the "extra number". Often, in Cantonese this number is called a 'half number'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official Site of Mask Six is &lt;a href="http://bet.hkjc.com/marksix/default.aspx?url=/marksix/index.aspx?lang=en"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116220907684940213?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116220907684940213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116220907684940213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116220907684940213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116220907684940213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/10/mark-six-game.html' title='Mark Six - The Game'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116202658942641506</id><published>2006-10-28T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T02:09:49.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bihar Ka Jadoo</title><content type='html'>1. inside class &lt;br /&gt;-close the doors of the windows please....i have winter in my nose today &lt;br /&gt;-Cut an apple into two halves ---take the bigger half &lt;br /&gt;-shhhhh.. quiet boys....the principal just passed away in the corridor. &lt;br /&gt;-Both of you three ,get out of my class &lt;br /&gt;-Take a copper wire of any metal ...especially of silver. &lt;br /&gt;-Take a 5cm. wire of any length &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. At the ground &lt;br /&gt;-All of you stand in a straight circle &lt;br /&gt;-there is no wind in the balloon &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. To a boy angrily &lt;br /&gt;-I talk ,he talk,why you middle middle talk????? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. Giving punishment &lt;br /&gt;-you three of you , stand together separately &lt;br /&gt;-you,.... go and understand the tree &lt;br /&gt;-Why are you late??????------say YES or NO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116202658942641506?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116202658942641506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116202658942641506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116202658942641506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116202658942641506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/10/bihar-ka-jadoo.html' title='Bihar Ka Jadoo'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116201733645511074</id><published>2006-10-27T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:35:36.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confession</title><content type='html'>A woman was having an affair during the day while her husband is at&lt;br /&gt;work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her 9-year-old son comes home unexpectedly, sees them and hides in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bedroom closet to watch. The woman's husband also comes home. She puts&lt;br /&gt;her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lover in the closet, not realizing that the little boy is in there&lt;br /&gt;already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy says, "Dark in here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man says, "Yes, it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy - "I have a baseball."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man - "That's nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy - "Want to buy it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man - "No, thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy - "My dad's outside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man - "OK, how much?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy - "$250"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next few weeks, it happens again that the boy and the lover are&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the closet together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy - "Dark in here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man - "Yes, it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy - "I have a baseball glove."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lover remembering the last time, asks&lt;br /&gt;the boy, "How much?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy - "$750"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man - "Fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, the father says to the boy, "Grab your glove, let's&lt;br /&gt;go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outside and have a game of catch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy says, "I can't, I sold my baseball and my glove."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father asks, "How much did you sell them for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy - "$1,000"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father says, "That's terrible to overcharge your friends like&lt;br /&gt;that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is way more than those two things cost. I'm going to take you to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church and make you confess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They go to the church and the father makes the little boy sit in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confession booth and he closes the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy says, "Dark in here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest says, "Don't start that shit again...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116201733645511074?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116201733645511074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116201733645511074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116201733645511074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116201733645511074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/10/confession.html' title='confession'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116194115367987538</id><published>2006-10-27T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T02:25:53.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathi PJ</title><content type='html'>कर्वे रोडला पाणी येते, पण कोथरुड ला नाही येत. का बरे ?&lt;br /&gt;कारण वाटेत नळ स्टॉप आहे.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;एकदा मास्तर बंड्याला वर्गात उभा करतात आणी सांगतात,&lt;br /&gt;" मी कुठला ही प्रश्न विचारला कि त्याच पटकन उत्तर दे".&lt;br /&gt;मास्तर विचारतात," अमेरिकेचे अध्यक्ष कोण?"&lt;br /&gt;बंड्या म्हणतो," पटकन."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heigth of Optimism&lt;br /&gt;99 वर्षांची म्हातारी जेव्हा 'हच का नया लाइफटाइम रिचार्ज' घेते!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;तरुण: मी तुझ्याशी लग्न नाही करू शकत.&lt;br /&gt;तरुणी: का रे काय झाले?&lt;br /&gt;तरुण: घरच्यांचा होकार नाही मिळत आहे.&lt;br /&gt;तरुणी:कोण कोण असते घरी?&lt;br /&gt;तरुण: कोणी जास्त लोक नाहीत. फक्त एक बायको व तिन मुले&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116194115367987538?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116194115367987538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116194115367987538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116194115367987538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116194115367987538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/10/marathi-pj.html' title='Marathi PJ'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116192987263705033</id><published>2006-10-26T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T23:17:52.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disorder in the Court</title><content type='html'>There is a book called Disorder in the Court . These are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down and now published by court reporters - who had the torment of staying calm while these exchanges were actually taking place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these are excellent ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is your date of birth? &lt;br /&gt;A: July fifteenth. &lt;br /&gt;Q: What year? &lt;br /&gt;A: Every year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What gear were you in at the moment of the accident? &lt;br /&gt;A: Gucci sweat-shirt and Reeboks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th? &lt;br /&gt;A: Yes. &lt;br /&gt;Q: And what were you doing at that time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: She had three children, right? &lt;br /&gt;A: Yes. &lt;br /&gt;Q: How many were boys? &lt;br /&gt;A: None. &lt;br /&gt;Q: Were there any girls? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Q How was your first marriage terminated? &lt;br /&gt;A: By death. &lt;br /&gt;Q: By whose death was it terminated? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can you describe the individual? &lt;br /&gt;A: He was about medium height and had a beard. &lt;br /&gt;Q: Was this a male, or a female? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Doctor, how many autopsies have you performed on dead people? &lt;br /&gt;A: All my autopsies are performed on dead people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: All your responses must be oral, OK? What school &lt;br /&gt;did you go to? &lt;br /&gt;A: Oral. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you recall the time that you examined the body? &lt;br /&gt;A: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m. &lt;br /&gt;Q: And Mr. Dennington was dead at the time? &lt;br /&gt;A: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was &lt;br /&gt;doing an autopsy on him. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Q: What was the first thing your husband said to you when he woke up that morning ? &lt;br /&gt;A: He said, "Where am I, Cathy?" &lt;br /&gt;Q: And why did that upset you? &lt;br /&gt;A: My name is Susan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse? &lt;br /&gt;A: No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Did you check for blood pressure? &lt;br /&gt;A: No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Did you check for breathing? &lt;br /&gt;A: No. &lt;br /&gt;Q: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy? &lt;br /&gt;A: No. &lt;br /&gt;Q: How can you be so sure, Doctor? &lt;br /&gt;A: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar. &lt;br /&gt;Q: But could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless? &lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law somewhere...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116192987263705033?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116192987263705033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116192987263705033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116192987263705033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116192987263705033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/10/disorder-in-court.html' title='Disorder in the Court'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116192967891691478</id><published>2006-10-26T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T23:14:38.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CV blunders</title><content type='html'>How bad a mistake can you make on your resume?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extensive background in accounting. I can also stand on my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proven ability to track down and correct erors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualifications: No education or experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education: Curses in liberal arts, curses in computer science, curses in accounting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a rabid typist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accomplishments: Oversight of entire department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instrumental in ruining entire operation for a Midwest chain store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;References: None, I've left a path of destruction behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take the comments of my former employer too seriously, they were unappreciative beggars and slave drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loyal to my employer at all costs... Please feel free to respond to my resume on my office voicemail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an excellent track record, although I am not a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become completely paranoid, trusting completely nothing and absolutely no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My intensity and focus are at inordinately high levels, and my ability to complete projects on time is unspeakable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strengths: Ability to meet deadlines while maintaining composer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover letter: "Thank you for your consideration. Hope to hear from you shorty!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116192967891691478?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116192967891691478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116192967891691478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116192967891691478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116192967891691478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/10/cv-blunders.html' title='CV blunders'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116192959528318912</id><published>2006-10-26T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T23:13:15.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiring Quotes</title><content type='html'>The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One sees great things from the valley; only small things from the peak&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Success usually comes to those who are too busy to be looking for it&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thinking is like loving and dying. Each of us must do it for himself.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The greatest good you can do for another is not just to share your riches, but to reveal to him his own.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The greater danger for most of us is not that our aim is too high and we miss it, but that it is too low and we reach it&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have realized that the past and future are real illusions, that they exist in the present, which is what there is and all there is&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you are not going to be better tomorrow than you were today, then what need have you for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Treat people as if they were what they ought to be and you help them to become what they are capable of being. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You can't wake a person who is pretending to be asleep&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you want to get somewhere you have to know where you want to go and how to get there.  Then never, never, never give up&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare, and he who has one enemy will meet him everywhere&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There are not many things in life so beautiful as true friendship, and there are not many things more uncommon&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Don't walk behind me, I may not lead. Walk beside me and be my friend. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Where we are today is a result of the choices we made yesterday. Let's make the best choices today that we might have the best tomorrow&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The unthankful heart... discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The only way to have a friend is to be one&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The heart has its reasons that reason does not know&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator,but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it be lost.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To give anything less then your best is to sacrifice the gift&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Vision is not enough; it must be combined with venture. It is not enough to stare up the steps; we must step up the stairs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116192959528318912?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116192959528318912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116192959528318912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116192959528318912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116192959528318912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/10/inspiring-quotes.html' title='Inspiring Quotes'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116192950528624143</id><published>2006-10-26T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T23:11:45.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jail is Fun</title><content type='html'>Wonder why people complain about going to jail. All that about the free world and earning your own money is hogwash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe us? Go on to see just how prison is better than work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PRISON...you spend the majority of your time in an 8X10 cell. &lt;br /&gt;AT WORK...you spend the majority of your time in a 6X8 cubicle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PRISON...you get three meals a day. &lt;br /&gt;AT WORK...you only get a break for one meal and you pay for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PRISON...you get time off for good behavior. &lt;br /&gt;AT WORK...you get more work for good behavior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PRISON...the guard locks and unlocks all the doors for you. &lt;br /&gt;AT WORK...you must carry around a security card and open all the doors for yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PRISON...you can watch TV and play games. &lt;br /&gt;AT WORK...you get fired for watching TV and playing games. &lt;br /&gt;IN PRISON...you get your own toilet. &lt;br /&gt;AT WORK... you have to share with some idiot who pees on the toilet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PRISON...they allow your family and friends to visit. &lt;br /&gt;AT WORK...you can't speak to your family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PRISON...all expenses are paid by the taxpayers with no work required. &lt;br /&gt;AT WORK...you get to pay all the expenses to go to work and then they deduct taxes from your salary to pay for prisoners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PRISON.you spend most of your life inside bars wanting to get out. &lt;br /&gt;AT WORK...you spend most of your time wanting to get out and go inside bars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PRISON...you must deal with sadistic wardens. &lt;br /&gt;AT WORK..they are called managers. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Given the cool, hassle free, bill free and tax-free life one has in a prison cell, coming to office daily and working is like third-degree torture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116192950528624143?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116192950528624143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116192950528624143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116192950528624143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116192950528624143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/10/jail-is-fun.html' title='Jail is Fun'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116192937300794477</id><published>2006-10-26T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T23:09:33.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern definitions for today's office!</title><content type='html'>1) Project Manager is a Person who thinks nine women can deliver  a baby in One Month&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2) Developer is a Person who thinks it will take 18 months to deliver a Baby.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3) Onsite Coordinator is one who thinks single woman can deliver nine babies in one month.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4) Client is the one who doesn't know why he wants a baby.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5) Marketing Manager is a person who thinks he can deliver  a baby even if no man and woman are available.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6) Resource Optimization Team thinks they don't need a man or  woman; they'll produce a child with zero resources.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7) Documentation Team thinks they don't care whether the child  is delivered, they'll just document 9 months.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8) Quality Auditor is the person who is never happy with the  PROCESS to produce a baby.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And lastly.................&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9) Tester is a person who always tells his wife that this is not the Right baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116192937300794477?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116192937300794477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116192937300794477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116192937300794477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116192937300794477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/10/modern-definitions-for-todays-office.html' title='Modern definitions for today&apos;s office!'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116192922083023734</id><published>2006-10-26T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T23:07:00.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resignation Letter</title><content type='html'>A Boss looking through his Mail Box was astonished to see a mail from an Employee who was supposed to be busy working at Client side on a critical project. It had the subject - "TaTa - Bye Bye". With the worst premonition he opened the mail and read the content with trembling hands:-&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you, but I'm leaving the job. The offer was too lucrative and attractive for me to turn down. I had to abscond because I wanted to avoid a scene with the HR and you. I am sorry but I had no choice.&lt;br /&gt;The project is working fine. There are only 108 issues pending, out of which only 38% issues are High Priority. Hence I am sure there is no need to worry about. The next Phase of major enhancements I have been working upon, have been completed halfway. I am sure the new person who would replace me would not understand what all I had done so far. Hence, for his and your convenience, I have taken care to remove all the work that I had been doing this far for nearly 3 months now. I am sure you will appreciate my insight and "big heart".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am of course retaining the Originals that I had retrieved for the purpose of Passport verification with me, considering it as a parting gift from you. Of course, I will not pay the bond amount that I owe the company (since I Am breaking the bond). But I will consider this as a parting gift from our Dear company. I moving out of town since the new company is situated in another City.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Also, I have changed my contact number. So you will not be able to get in touch with me, to congratulate me. But I know your blessings are always with me. Last but not the least. I also have the Rs 12000 entrusted to me by our company's cultural events group, for the upcoming movie event. I am sure you would have wanted me to keep it with myself as an added bonus from our company. I respect you very much, hence your wish is my command.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Don't worry sir. I am 2 years experienced now, learning so much from your company. So I will surely use this knowledge to write better programs for the new company. Someday I'm sure we will meet sometime in the future. If you wish, I will surely be glad to give my employee reference for you to apply for a job in the new company which I am joining.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Your faithful employee,&lt;br /&gt;S. W. Engineer&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At the bottom of the page were the letters "PS". Hands still trembling, the Boss read: &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PS: Dearest Boss, none of the above is true. I'm am still busy working at client side. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my "Request to reconsider my Salary Appraisal" attached with this mail. Please approve it and call when it is safe for me to come to our Office to discuss this. My respect and Best Regards to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116192922083023734?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116192922083023734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116192922083023734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116192922083023734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116192922083023734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/10/resignation-letter.html' title='Resignation Letter'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116192863017557066</id><published>2006-10-26T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T22:57:10.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate (Read it)</title><content type='html'>A father passing by his teenage daughter's bedroom was astonished to &lt;br /&gt;see the bed was nicely made and everything was neat and tidy. Then he saw &lt;br /&gt;an envelope propped up prominently on the centre of the pillow. It was &lt;br /&gt;addressed "Dad". With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and &lt;br /&gt;read the letter with trembling hands:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dad, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you, but I'm &lt;br /&gt;leaving home. I had to elope with my new boyfriend Randy because I wanted to &lt;br /&gt;avoid a scene with Mom and you. I've been finding real passion with &lt;br /&gt;Randy and he is so nice to me. I know when you meet him you'll like him &lt;br /&gt;too - even with all his piercing, tattoos, and motorcycle clothes. But &lt;br /&gt;it's not only the passion Dad, I'm pregnant and Randy said that he wants &lt;br /&gt;me to have the kid and that we can be very happy together. Even though &lt;br /&gt;Randy is much older than me (anyway, 42 isn't so old these days is &lt;br /&gt;it?), and has no money, really these things shouldn't stand in the way of &lt;br /&gt;our relationship, don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy has a great CD collection; he already owns a trailer in the woods &lt;br /&gt;and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. It's true he has &lt;br /&gt;other girlfriends as well but I know he'll be faithful to me in his own &lt;br /&gt;way. He wants to have many more children with me and that's now one of my &lt;br /&gt;dreams too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy t aught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone and he'll be &lt;br /&gt;growing it for us and we'll trade it with our friends for all the &lt;br /&gt;cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray that science will &lt;br /&gt;find a cure for AIDS so Randy can get better; he sure deserves it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Dad, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of &lt;br /&gt;myself. Someday I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know &lt;br /&gt;your grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your loving daughter,&lt;br /&gt;Rosie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom of the page were the letters "PTO". Hands still &lt;br /&gt;trembling, her father turned the sheet, and read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at the neighbour's house. &lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my &lt;br /&gt;report card that's in my desk centre drawer. Please sign it and call &lt;br /&gt;when it is safe for me to come home. I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116192863017557066?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116192863017557066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116192863017557066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116192863017557066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116192863017557066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/10/ultimate-read-it.html' title='Ultimate (Read it)'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116192836841450264</id><published>2006-10-26T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T22:52:48.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke</title><content type='html'>Junior asks his dad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy, how was I born?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dad, who is a software engineer sighs and replies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, my son, I guess one day you would have to find out&lt;br /&gt;anyway!" "Well, you see your Mom and I first got together&lt;br /&gt;in a chat room on MSN. Then I set up a date via e-mail with&lt;br /&gt;your mom and we met at a cyber-cafe. We sneaked into a&lt;br /&gt;secluded room, where your mother agreed to a download from&lt;br /&gt;my hard drive. As soon as I was ready to upload, we&lt;br /&gt;discovered that neither one of us had used a firewall, but&lt;br /&gt;it was too late to hit the delete button." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Six weeks later your mom sent me an instant message saying&lt;br /&gt;that her operating system was showing signs of unauthorized&lt;br /&gt;program activity from a self extracting file which had&lt;br /&gt;implanted itself in her BIOS. Then nine months later a&lt;br /&gt;little Pop-Up appeared and said:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You've Got Male'!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116192836841450264?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116192836841450264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116192836841450264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116192836841450264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116192836841450264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/10/joke.html' title='Joke'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116192776241776639</id><published>2006-10-26T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T22:42:42.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Characteristics of a Marathi girlfriend</title><content type='html'>Characteristics of a Marathi girlfriend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She gets really angry if you introduce her as your Girlfriend. SHE WILL&lt;br /&gt;NEVER ACCEPT SHE IS HAVING AN AFFAIR/ PRAKARAN/ LAFDA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She will put u behind bars, if u put ur arm around her in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  3. You call her mother 'mavshi' or 'kaku'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When she is really sad she goes 'kahi nahi' and doesn't look at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. At least one of her childhood photos has her dressed in a green&lt;br /&gt;parkar-polka/navvari/sari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. In a raging thunderstorm if there's a flash of lightening, (lets face it)&lt;br /&gt;she is not going to hug you like in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You have to listen natya sangeet! , to get in good with her dad.  Better&lt;br /&gt;Know Ganpati Stotra to impress her Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You have to convince her that 'the 3 hours we spent in Garden actually&lt;br /&gt;qualifies as a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. She blushes when somebody asks her about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. She doesnt wear jeans and skimpy T-shirts but takes it for granted that her&lt;br /&gt;career is as important as yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. She remembers all the poems in high school texts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  If you even dare to compare her with your sister…….hold on……… world war&lt;br /&gt;3!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You do not meet her, neither does she, on Rakhi poornima. Hai ki nahin? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You and her brother (specially elder) are not buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Ghari tujhya avdicha padartha kela tar athvanine dabyat gheun yete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Your date on Chaturthi will be at siddhivinayak mandir at Dadar/Dagdu Sheth&lt;br /&gt;Halwai Ganpati Mandir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You! have to accompany her while she does shopping ..even if it embarrasses&lt;br /&gt;the man in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. She is more comfortable on Senapati Bapat Road than on Band stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Typical Marathi Girl Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;-  Shee Bai&lt;br /&gt;- Watratach aahe mela&lt;br /&gt;- Hee kon baya?&lt;br /&gt;- Chal na re!&lt;br /&gt;- Nahich muli!&lt;br /&gt;- Gelas udat!&lt;br /&gt;- Mazhi Aai ragvel (most frequently used excuse)&lt;br /&gt;- Ha kaay avtaar?&lt;br /&gt;- Khula ki kaay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116192776241776639?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116192776241776639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116192776241776639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116192776241776639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116192776241776639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/10/characteristics-of-marathi-girlfriend.html' title='Characteristics of a Marathi girlfriend'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116192763930560451</id><published>2006-10-26T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T22:40:39.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tension</title><content type='html'>The moment you are in tension&lt;br /&gt;You will lose your attention&lt;br /&gt;When you are in total confusion&lt;br /&gt;You will feel irritation&lt;br /&gt;Then you will spoil personnel relation&lt;br /&gt;Which will make things a complication&lt;br /&gt;Then your B.P may also rise to caution&lt;br /&gt;And you may have to make medication&lt;br /&gt;Instead,&lt;br /&gt;Understand the situation&lt;br /&gt;And try to think about the solution&lt;br /&gt;Many a problems will be solved by discussion&lt;br /&gt;Which will work out better in profession&lt;br /&gt;Don?t think it is my free suggestion&lt;br /&gt;It is only for your precaution&lt;br /&gt;If you understand my intension&lt;br /&gt;Then you will never come again to&lt;br /&gt;TENSION!!!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116192763930560451?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116192763930560451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116192763930560451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116192763930560451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116192763930560451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/10/tension.html' title='Tension'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116038875478683129</id><published>2006-10-09T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T03:12:34.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa De Jokes</title><content type='html'>Girl: Will u marry me?&lt;br /&gt;Santa: No, humare yahan shaadi sirf relatives mein hi&lt;br /&gt;hoti hai. Mummy&lt;br /&gt;ne Papa se, Didi ne Jijaji se aur Bhaiya ne Bhabhi se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Banta: Yeh chaaku kyon ubaal rahe ho?&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Suicide karne ke liye &lt;br /&gt;Banta: To phir ubalne kui kya zaroorat hai?&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Kahin infection na ho jaaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• In a train compartment husband: Darling, mujhe to&lt;br /&gt;tumhari aatma se&lt;br /&gt;pyar hai, tumhare jism ki mujhe koi chah nahin. Main&lt;br /&gt;tumhari rooh ko&lt;br /&gt;chahta hoon, tumhara shareer tio mein kutton ko daal&lt;br /&gt;doon.&lt;br /&gt;Banta sitting on upper berth says: BOW BOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Santa &amp; Banta were going with their friend on one&lt;br /&gt;scooter &amp; a&lt;br /&gt;traffic cop tried to stop them. &lt;br /&gt;Santa said: Sorry bhaji, already 3 baithe hain bilkul&lt;br /&gt;bhi jagah nahin&lt;br /&gt;hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Santa: Today is Sunday &amp; I wanna njoy, so I bought 3&lt;br /&gt;movie tickets&lt;br /&gt;Jeeto: Why 3?&lt;br /&gt;Santa: For u n ur parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Banta: Y do u take ur wife only to night clubs? &lt;br /&gt;Santa: By the time she gets ready no other place is&lt;br /&gt;open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Museum Administrator: That's a 500 year old statue&lt;br /&gt;u've broken.&lt;br /&gt;Banta: Thanks God! I thought it was a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Lady Doc: Tum roz subah clinic ke bahar khade kar &lt;br /&gt;auraton ko kyon&lt;br /&gt;ghoorte ho?&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Ji aap hi ne bahar likha hai: Auraton ko dekhne&lt;br /&gt;ka samay 9am-&lt;br /&gt;11am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• A man to Santa: Aao ji chess khediye.&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Tu chal mein sports shoe paa ke hune aaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Banta: I've discovered the origin of the word&lt;br /&gt;Good-Bye&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Oh, yeah? What's it? Banta: Many years ago,&lt;br /&gt;some husband said&lt;br /&gt;to his wife, 'I'm leaving u!' &amp; the wife said: Good!&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;At the scene of an accident a man was crying: O God! I &lt;br /&gt;hv lst my&lt;br /&gt;hand, oh!&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Control urself. Don't cry. See that man. He has&lt;br /&gt;lost his head.&lt;br /&gt;Is he crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• In an interview,&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: How does an electric motor run?&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Dhhuuuurrrrrrrrrr..... &lt;br /&gt;Inteviewer shouts: Stop it.&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Dhhuurrrr dhup dhup dhup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Santa was getting bitten by mosquitoes the whole&lt;br /&gt;night. He got&lt;br /&gt;irritated... drank poison &amp; said, Ab kaato saalon, sab&lt;br /&gt;maroge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Captain of Military: Naujawanon aage bado&lt;br /&gt;Santa aage nahin bada&lt;br /&gt;Captain: Tum aage kyun nahin bade?&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Apne kaha 9 jawanon aage bado, mein 10ve number&lt;br /&gt;pe tha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Banta: Yaar teri wife di maut da bara afsos hoya, &lt;br /&gt;vaise hoya ki si?&lt;br /&gt;Sant: Goli lagi si mathe vich.&lt;br /&gt;Banta: Waheguru ji da shukar kar ke akh bach gayi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Santa apni khoobsurat Bibi k saath car mein baitha.&lt;br /&gt;Driver ne&lt;br /&gt;sheesha set kiya. Santa gusse mein bola, meri bibi ko &lt;br /&gt;dekhkta hai,&lt;br /&gt;piche baith, car mein chalaoonga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Santa: tainu Sunny Deol da phone no pata hai...?&lt;br /&gt;Banta: Nahin, kyon ki hoya?&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Yaaar asi Nalka patauna si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Banta: U cheated me.&lt;br /&gt;Shopkeeper: No, I sold a good radio to u. &lt;br /&gt;Banta: Radio label shows Made in Japan but radio says&lt;br /&gt;This is all&lt;br /&gt;India Radio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Banta: U looked troubled, what's ur prob?&lt;br /&gt;Santa: I'm going to b a father&lt;br /&gt;Banta: But, that's wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Santa: What's wonderful! My wife doesn't know about it &lt;br /&gt;yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• O yaar hun meri kudi jawaan ho gayi hai, ki karan?&lt;br /&gt;Banta: Karna ki hai, ohnu border te bhej de, saanu&lt;br /&gt;jawaanan di badi&lt;br /&gt;lor hai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116038875478683129?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116038875478683129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116038875478683129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116038875478683129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116038875478683129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/10/santa-de-jokes.html' title='Santa De Jokes'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116038860575049421</id><published>2006-10-09T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T03:10:05.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good One</title><content type='html'>An older, white haired man walked into a jewelry store one Friday evening with a beautiful young gal at his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told the jeweler he was looking for a special ring for his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;The jeweler looked through his stock and brought out a $5,000 ring and showed it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man said, "I don't think you understand, I want something very special."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that statement, the jeweler went to his special stock and brought another ring over. "Here's a stunning ring at only $40,000," the jeweller said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young lady's eyes sparkled and her whole body trembled with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man seeing this said, "We'll take it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jeweler asked how payment would be made and the old man stated, "by check."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know you need to make sure my cheqe is good, so I'll write it now and you can call the bank Monday to verify the funds and I'll pick the ring up Monday afternoon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning, a very teed-off jeweler phoned the old man. "There's no money in that account."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know", said the old man, "but can you imagine watta weekend I had?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116038860575049421?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116038860575049421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116038860575049421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116038860575049421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116038860575049421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/10/good-one.html' title='Good One'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116038824277351172</id><published>2006-10-09T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T03:04:02.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bhai Ka Resume</title><content type='html'>Pakya Bhai Supariwala &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objective: &lt;br /&gt;To obtain a challenging position as a Crime Implementation Analyst (CIA) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education:           &lt;br /&gt;* B.S. (Crime Technology) Tihar Jail, India, August 1994 &lt;br /&gt;* M.S. (Criminal Sciences) Virginia Prison for International Smugglers and the Unlawful Activists(VPISUA), August 1996. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thesis: &lt;br /&gt;"On escaping from high security prisons like Alcatraz with minimal efforts" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coursework: &lt;br /&gt;Cop Psychology, Plastic Explosives Technology, Bomb Controls and Timer Device Theory, International Smuggling and Drug Trafficking, Object Oriented Crime Design &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work Experience: &lt;br /&gt;* Research Assistant, LTTE Labs, Jaffna, Aug 1990-Aug 1991 &lt;br /&gt;* Worked on the prestigious Belt Bomb project &lt;br /&gt;* Developed instant death cyanide capsules in orange, strawberry; and mint flavors (Patent# 007,13,666) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer Internship: &lt;br /&gt;Dawood Ibrahim and Haji Mastan Associates, Bombay, June1987-July1990 &lt;br /&gt;* Worked as a hitman and was responsible for many supari style killings &lt;br /&gt;* Participated in election rigging in Bihar and made hafta Collections &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honors &amp; Achievements: &lt;br /&gt;* Won 1980 Gabbar Singh Memorial Award (given to child prodigies in crime) &lt;br /&gt;* Member, IPKF (Indian Professional Killers Forum) student chapter &lt;br /&gt;* Performer of the year in 2004 General Elections in Bihar &amp; U.P. &lt;br /&gt;* Strong hold on Govt. &amp; NGOs. &lt;br /&gt;* Specialized in extortion,illegal construction business &amp; fake academic degree supply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;References: &lt;br /&gt;* Dr. Charles Sobhraj, Full Time Prof., Tihar Jail, New Delhi &lt;br /&gt;* Dr. Chandra Swamy, Visiting Faculty Tihar Jail, New Delhi &lt;br /&gt;* Dr. Dawood Ibrahim, Overseas Projects Manager, Dubai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116038824277351172?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116038824277351172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116038824277351172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116038824277351172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116038824277351172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/10/bhai-ka-resume.html' title='Bhai Ka Resume'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116038775155748963</id><published>2006-10-09T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T02:55:51.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to identify cities in India ???</title><content type='html'>Scenario 1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys are fighting and a third guy comes along, then a fourth and&lt;br /&gt;they start arguing about who's right. You are in Kolkata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys are fighting and a third guy comes along, sees them and walks &lt;br /&gt;on. That's Mumbai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys are fighting and a third guy comes along &amp; tries to make&lt;br /&gt;peace. The first two get together &amp; beat him up. That's Delhi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys are fighting. A crowd gathers to watch. A guy comes along and&lt;br /&gt;quietly opens a chai-stall. That's Ahmedabad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys are fighting and a third guy comes he writes a software &lt;br /&gt;program to stop the fight. But the fight doesn't stop b'cos of a bug&lt;br /&gt;in the program. That's Bangalore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys are fighting. A crowd gathers to watch. A guy comes along and &lt;br /&gt;quietly says that "AMMA" doesn't like all this nonsense. Peace comes &lt;br /&gt;in. That's Chennai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys are fighting. Both of them take time out and call their &lt;br /&gt;friends on mobile. Now 50 guys are fighting. You are DEFINITELY IN&lt;br /&gt;HARYANA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys are fighting. Finally two political parties are fighting. You &lt;br /&gt;are DEFINITELY IN BIHAR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116038775155748963?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116038775155748963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116038775155748963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116038775155748963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116038775155748963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-to-identify-cities-in-india.html' title='How to identify cities in India ???'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116038656569856008</id><published>2006-10-09T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T02:36:05.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply  Unbelievable</title><content type='html'>Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at an Elingsh uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht frist and lsat ltteer is at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae we do not raed ervey lteter by it slef but the wrod as a wlohe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116038656569856008?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116038656569856008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116038656569856008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116038656569856008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116038656569856008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/10/simply-unbelievable.html' title='Simply  Unbelievable'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732614.post-116038652862393832</id><published>2006-10-09T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T02:35:28.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Try</title><content type='html'>All the Fun Posts for you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have good Time .. &lt;br /&gt;Rahul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732614-116038652862393832?l=fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/feeds/116038652862393832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732614&amp;postID=116038652862393832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116038652862393832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732614/posts/default/116038652862393832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun-blog-by-rahul.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-try.html' title='New Try'/><author><name>Rahul Bagal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422313830404484485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/798/1600/Rahul_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
