Monday, November 21, 2011


For drinking Moms and Grannies [ shared ]

The teacher gave an assignment to her fifth grade class:
Get your parents to tell you a story with a moral at the end of it.

The next day, the kids came back and, one by one, began to tell their stories.

There were all the regular types of stuff: spilled milk and pennies saved.

But then the teacher realized that only Janie was left.

"Janie, do you have a story to share?'

''Yes ma'am. My daddy told me a story about my Mommy. She was a Marine
pilot in Desert Storm, and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over
enemy territory, and all she had was a flask of whiskey, a pistol, and
a survival knife. She drank the whiskey on the way down so the bottle
wouldn't break, and then her parachute landed her right in the middle
of 20 Iraqi troops.

She shot 15 of them with the pistol, until she ran out of bullets,
killed four more with the knife, till the blade broke, and then she
killed the last Iraqi with her bare hands.

''Good Heavens,' said the horrified teacher. 'What did your Daddy tell
you was the moral to this horrible story?

"Stay away from Mommy when she's drunk."

The Respected Donkey
A village potter used to make pots and planters. He would go to a near by town to sell his wares. He had a donkey on whose back he would load the pots etc.
Diwali was fast approaching, so the potter decided to make some statues of Lord Ganesha and Goddess Lakshmi, to sell in town. He made some beautiful statues and painted them in bright colours. He then loaded them on to the back of his donkey and set off towards the city.
On the way, he crossed many people. They would invariably fold their hands and bow to the statues of Ganesha and Lakshmi. By the time they reached the city, many people had bowed their heads before the deities.
They reached the exhibition ground where the artisans could exhibit their things. Soon the potter was able to sell his statues for a good sum. He was pleased indeed!
The potter took his donkey by the muzzle and set off on the road leading back to the village. Every time they would cross anyone, the donkey would stop and preen himself prettily as if he were a model. But what was the matter! No one seemed to as much as glance at him! Why were people not bowing their heads before him anymore? Desperate to catch their attention, the donkey started to bray louder & louder...
He-haw, he-haw...... He went on. The passers-by started pelting stones at him in annoyance. The potter was bewildered too.
The poor donkey had thought that everyone was bowing to him, little realizing that their reverence was directed to the idols of God tied to his back and not to him!
Many of us make this mistake. A person occupying a seat of power, often finds people saluting him. If he thinks that the salutations are in his honour, he is living in a fool's paradise, like the donkey in the story!
The respect is given to the chair and not to the person occupying it. As soon as he steps down from the position, the people around him vanish.
Frogs croak only when it rains, as soon as the rain stops, they vanish.

Friday, November 18, 2011



It's always an Indian Brain... Must read
 
 
 
Mathematician: How do you write 4 in between 5?   
 
Chinese : Is this a joke?
 
Japanese : Impossible!
 
American : The question's all wrong!
 
British : It's not found on the Internet
 
And the Indian..

Indian : F(IV)E.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011


"Only those who dare to fail greatly
can ever achieve greatly."

- Robert F. Kennedy

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

मी ३१ नोव्हेम्बर २०११  ला भारतात परत आलो. आज ८-११-२०११ ला श्री. किशोर गोरे आणि चंद्रकांत यांचेशी बोलणे झाले. त्यांचेशी बोलूं खूप आनंद झाला. मला अमरावतीला जायचे आहे. ताईची भेट घेणे आवश्यक आहे.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

I am moving from London to Nagpur today 30th October 2011, therefore I'll not be available on net for couple of weeks from now.