tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51682426424267291192024-03-14T00:14:06.786+05:30EVerYtHIng uNdEr tHe SuN..."Everything In The Same Blog..."Nikhil Agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15577456588350065564noreply@blogger.comBlogger585125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168242642426729119.post-80162271017869489012010-09-13T21:43:00.000+05:302010-09-13T21:44:22.451+05:30Ek Pyar ka nagma - Nikhil...<div style="text-align: center;"><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y8HCSTXvymI?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y8HCSTXvymI?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"></embed></object></div>Nikhil Agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15577456588350065564noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168242642426729119.post-57307483365914830232010-02-14T18:23:00.000+05:302010-02-14T18:24:51.529+05:30Tumse Hi Pyar...<div style="text-align: center;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KPRGmfh9ZOE&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KPRGmfh9ZOE&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object></div>Nikhil Agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15577456588350065564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168242642426729119.post-54682298123952145832009-09-21T15:59:00.002+05:302009-09-21T16:01:56.477+05:30Marvelous Instrument...<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CNik$%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Georgia; panose-1:2 4 5 2 5 4 5 2 3 3; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} @font-face {font-family:Verdana; panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:swiss; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">A distinguished young woman on a flight from <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Ireland</st1:place></st1:country-region> asked the Priest beside her, ‘Father, may I ask a favor?’ </span></b><b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">
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<br /></span></b><b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">‘Of course. What may I do for you?’ </span></b><b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">
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<br /></span></b><b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">‘Well, I bought an expensive woman’s electronic hair dryer for my mother’s birthday that is unopened and well over the Customs limits, and I’m afraid they’ll confiscate it. Is there any way you could carry it through customs for me? Under your robes perhaps?’ </span></b><b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">
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<br /></span></b><b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">‘I would love to help you, dear, but I must warn you: I will not lie.’</span></b><b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">
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<br /></span></b><b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">‘With your honest face, Father, no one will question you.’ </span></b><b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">
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<br /></span></b><b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">When they got to Customs, she let the priest go ahead of her. </span></b><b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">
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<br /></span></b><b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">The official asked, ‘Father, do you have anything to declare?’ </span></b><b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">
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<br /></span></b><b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">‘From the top of my head down to my waist, I have nothing to declare.’ </span></b><b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">
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<br /></span></b><b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">The official thought this answer strange, so asked, ‘And what do you have to declare from your waist to the floor?’ </span></b><b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">
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<br /></span></b><b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">‘I have a marvelous instrument designed to be used on a woman, but which is, to date, unused. </span></b><b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">
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<br /></span></b><b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Roaring with laughter, the official said “Go ahead father.”</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> Nikhil Agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15577456588350065564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168242642426729119.post-27456565522405643152009-08-16T22:24:00.002+05:302009-08-16T22:28:21.671+05:30The Perfect Boss...<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CNik$%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Georgia; panose-1:2 4 5 2 5 4 5 2 3 3; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} p {mso-margin-top-alt:auto; margin-right:0in; mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; margin-left:0in; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">There were about 70 scientists working on a very hectic project. All of</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> <b>them were really frustrated due to the pressure of work and the demands of their boss, but everyone was loyal to him and did not think of quitting the job. </b></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia;">
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<br /><b><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">One day, one scientist came to his boss and told him, "Sir, I have promised to my children that I will take them to the exhibition going on in our township. So I want to leave the office at 5 30 pm." His boss replied, "OK, You're permitted to leave the office early today".</span></b>
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<br /><b><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">The Scientist started working. He continued his work after lunch. As usual he got involved to such an extent that he looked at his watch when he felt he was close to completion. The time was 8.30 PM. suddenly he remembered of</span></b><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> <b>the promise he had given to his children.</b> <b>He looked for his boss, He was not there. Having told him in the morning itself, he closed everything and left for home. Deep within himself, he was feeling guilty for having disappointed his children.</b></span> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">He reached home. Children were not there. His wife alone was sitting in the hall and reading magazines. The situation was explosive; any talk would boomerang on him. His wife asked him "Would you like to have coffee or shall I straight away serve dinner if you are hungry." The man replied "If you would like to have coffee, I too will have; but, what about Children?" Wife replied "You don't know? Your manager came here at 5.15 PM and has taken the children to the exhibition". </span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">
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<br /><b>What had really happened was ......: The boss who granted him permission was observing him working seriously at 5.00 PM. He thought to himself, this person will not leave the work, but if he has promised his children they should enjoy the visit to exhibition. So he took the lead in taking them to exhibition the boss does not have to do it every time. But once it is done, loyalty is established. That is why all the scientists at Thumba continued to work under their boss even though the stress was tremendous.</b>
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<br /><b>By the way, can you hazard a guess as to who the boss was..?</b>
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<br /><b>He was none other than</b><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam, </span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Former-President of <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region>.. </span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> Nikhil Agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15577456588350065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168242642426729119.post-81307335123235860972009-08-15T11:02:00.001+05:302009-08-15T11:06:28.048+05:30Hare Krishna...<div style="text-align: center;"><embed id="greeting1" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://media.santabanta.com/greetings/Janmashtami/janmashtami11.swf" allowfullscreen="true" height="400" width="550"></embed><br /><a href="http://www.santabanta.com/">Powered by SantaBanta.com</a></div>Nikhil Agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15577456588350065564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168242642426729119.post-10168525907180776202009-08-14T22:36:00.000+05:302009-08-14T22:37:40.298+05:30Happy Independence Day...<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-18751011-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/018751011.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-18751013-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/018751013.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-18751017-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/018751017.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-18751021-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/018751021.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-18751022-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/018751022.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-18751024-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/018751024.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-18751026-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/018751026.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-18751028-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/018751028.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-18751029-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/018751029.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-18751032-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/018751032.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-18751035-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/018751035.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-18751037-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/018751037.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-18751038-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/018751038.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-18751042-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/018751042.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-18751046-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/018751046.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-18751048-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/018751048.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-18751052-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/018751052.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-18751054-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/018751054.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-18751055-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/018751055.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div>Nikhil Agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15577456588350065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168242642426729119.post-6453018488912228002009-08-13T11:03:00.004+05:302009-08-14T22:38:40.804+05:30Prevention for Swine flu...<p style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Below information copied from rediff news.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Prevention for Swine flu<br /></span></p><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span>For those of you who are interested in trying Home remedies here is a piece<br />of info. which may be useful.<br /><br />Why not try it ? These are harmless absolutely.<br /><br />Prevention of Swine Flue using Household Products<br /><br />1. Inhale Clove Oil (Lavang) For 1 Second.<br />2. Chew 1 Clove In a Day<br />3. Eat Raw Garlic (Lasun), Onion, Ginger (Aale) (1 to 5gm)<br />4. Drink Hot Milk With 2gm of Turmeric<br />5. Consume Plenty Of Vit C Fruits-Lemon/Avala</span></span>Nikhil Agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15577456588350065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168242642426729119.post-35254085738404242452009-07-25T19:16:00.003+05:302009-07-25T19:20:12.578+05:30Perfect Husband!!!<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CNik$%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Georgia; panose-1:2 4 5 2 5 4 5 2 3 3; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Several men are in the changing room of a golf club. A mobile phone on a bench rings and a man engages the hands free speaker-function and began to talk.
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<br />Everyone else in the room stops to listen.
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<br />MAN: "Hello"
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<br />WOMAN: "Darling, it's me. Are you at the club?"
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<br />MAN: "Yes"
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<br />WOMAN: "I am at the shopping centre and found this beautiful leather coat. It's only $ 1,000. Is it OK if I buy it?"
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<br />MAN: "Sure,..go ahead if you like it that much."
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<br />WOMAN: "I also stopped by the Mercedes dealership and saw the new 2009 models. I saw one I really liked."
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<br />MAN: "How much?"
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<br />WOMAN: " $ 70,000"
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<br />MAN: "OK, but for that price I want it with all the options."
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<br />WOMAN: "Great! Oh, and one more thing ... The house I wanted last year is back on the market. They're asking $ 950,000"
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<br />MAN: "Well, then go ahead and give them an offer of 900,000. They will probably take it. If not, we can go the extra 50 thousand. It really is a pretty good price."
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<br />WOMAN: "OK. I'll see you later! I love you so much!!"
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<br />MAN: "Bye! I love you, too."
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<br />The man hangs up. The other men in the changing room are staring at him in astonishment, mouths agape..... He smiles and asks:
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<br />"Anyone knows whom this phone belongs to ?''</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> Nikhil Agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15577456588350065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168242642426729119.post-63012337638232192702009-06-28T23:08:00.002+05:302009-06-28T23:12:22.759+05:30Hard Life...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;">We always complain but is it really a genuine complain?</span></span><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-17922630-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/017922630.jpeg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-17922631-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/017922631.jpeg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-17922634-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/017922634.jpeg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-17922636-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/017922636.jpeg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-17922637-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/017922637.jpeg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-17922640-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/017922640.jpeg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-17922646-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/017922646.jpeg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-17922647-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/017922647.jpeg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-17922648-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/017922648.jpeg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-17922649-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/017922649.jpeg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-17922651-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/017922651.jpeg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-17922653-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/017922653.jpeg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">~ I was unhappy I had no shoes to wear until I met a man who had no feet ~</p>Nikhil Agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15577456588350065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168242642426729119.post-60338595883496950032009-06-28T12:08:00.002+05:302009-06-28T12:18:11.471+05:30Tension!!!<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CNik$%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Georgia; panose-1:2 4 5 2 5 4 5 2 3 3; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia;">Ladki ne aapse lift mangi,
<br />Raste mein uski tabiat kaharab ho gai.
<br />Aapko TENSION !!
<br />
<br />Aap hospital le gaye,
<br />Doctor bola – aap baap banne wale ho
<br />Aapko TENSION !!
<br />
<br />Aap bole – Mai iska baap nahi !
<br />Phir ladki se pucha
<br />Ladki boli – yehi baap hai.
<br />Aapko aur TENSION.
<br />
<br />Phir police ayi
<br />Aapka medical check up hua.
<br />Report aayi.
<br />Aap to kabhi baap hi nahi ban sakte.
<br />Aapko aur TENSION !!
<br />
<br />Aap ne khuda ka shukar ada kiya aur aap Khushi Khushi ghar gaye !
<br />
<br />Aur phir socha Ki ghar pe jo bachchay hai
<br />Wo kiske hai…????????
<br />
<br />Aapko Phir TENSION !!!!!!</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> Nikhil Agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15577456588350065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168242642426729119.post-70956018013799273812009-06-21T22:50:00.001+05:302009-06-21T22:54:19.771+05:30Lil Champ Audition...<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jFGtkkaaCro&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jFGtkkaaCro&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></div>Nikhil Agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15577456588350065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168242642426729119.post-21128489015609179412009-06-20T23:09:00.001+05:302009-06-20T23:11:58.771+05:30Bubbal Singh...<span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Each Friday night after work, Bubbal Singh would fire up his outdoor grill and cook a tandoori chicken and some meat kebabs. But, all of Bubbal's neighbors were strict Catholics and since it was lent, they were forbidden from eating chicken and meat on a Friday.</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">The delicious aroma from the grilled meats was causing such a problem for the Catholic faithful that they finally talked to their Priest. The Priest came to visit Bubbal, and suggested that he become a Catholic. After several classes and much study, Bubbal attended Mass. And as the</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">priest sprinkled holy water over him, he said, ''You were born a Sikh, and raised a Sikh, but now, you are a Catholic."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> Bubbal's neighbors were greatly relieved, until Friday night arrived and the wonderful aroma of tandoori chicken and meat kebabs filled the neighborhood. The Priest was called immediately by the neighbors, and, as he rushed into Bubbal's backyard, clutching a rosary and prepared to scold him, he stopped and watched in amazement.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">There stood Bubbal, clutching a small bottle of holy water which he carefully sprinkled over the grilling meats and chanted: "Oye, you waz born a chicken, and you waz born a lamb, you waz raised a chicken, and you waz raised a lamb but now yara, you are a *potato* and * tomato*"</span>Nikhil Agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15577456588350065564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168242642426729119.post-36109547852797133812009-06-19T23:08:00.000+05:302009-06-19T23:10:08.788+05:30Indian Girls...<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-17636885-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/017636885.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-17636888-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/017636888.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-17636890-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/017636890.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-17636892-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/017636892.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-17636895-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/017636895.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-17636898-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/017636898.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-17636901-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/017636901.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-17636903-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/017636903.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-17636905-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/017636905.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div>Nikhil Agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15577456588350065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168242642426729119.post-384049217925386322009-06-19T22:53:00.003+05:302009-06-28T12:19:32.011+05:30Men Vs. Women...<span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" ><b face="georgia" style="font-weight: bold;">The Silent Treatment</b><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" > A man and his wife were having some problems at home and were giving each other the silent treatment. Suddenly, the man realized that the next day,he would need his wife to wake him at 5:00 AM for an early morning business flight. </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><br />Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (and LOSE), he wrote on a piece of paper, "Please wake me at 5:00 AM " He left it where he knew she would find it.<br />The next morning, the man woke up, only to discover it was 9:00 AM and he had missed his flight.<br />Furious, he was about to go and see why his wife hadn't wakened him, when he noticed a piece of paper by the bed. The paper said, "It is 5:00 AM . Wake up."<br />Men are not equipped for these kinds of contests.<br /><br />WIFE VS. HUSBAND...<br />A couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word. An earlier discussion had led to an argument and neither of them wanted to concede their position.<br />As they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and pigs, the husband asked sarcastically, "Relatives of yours?"<br />"Yes," the wife replied , " in-laws"</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><b face="georgia" style="font-weight: bold;">WOMEN'S REVENGE</b></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >...<br />"Cash, check or charge?" I asked, after folding items the woman wished to purchase.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><br />As she fumbled for her wallet I noticed a remote control for a television set in her purse.<br />"So, do you always carry your TV remote?" I asked.<br />"No," she replied, " but my husband refused to come shopping with me,and I figured this was the most evil thing I could do to him legally."</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" ><b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"><br /><br />WORDS</b></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >...<br />A husband read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day. 30,000 to a man's 15,000.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><br />The wife replied, "The reason has to be because we have to repeat everything to men... </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >The husband then turned to his wife and asked, "What?" </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /><b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"><br />CREATION</b><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >...</span><br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >A man said to his wife one day, "I don't know how you can be so stupid and so beautiful all at the same time.,</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >" The wife responded, "Allow me to explain. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >God made me beautiful so you would be attracted to me; God made me stupid so I would be attracted to you! </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /><b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"><br />WHO DOES WHAT</b></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >...<br />A man and his wife were having an argument about who should brew the coffee each morning.<br />The wife said, "You should do it, because you get up first, and then we don't have to wait as long to get our coffee."<br />The husband said, " You are in charge of cooking around here and you should do it, because that is your job, and I can just wait for my coffee."<br />Wife replies, "No, you should do it, and besides, it is in the Bible that the man should do the coffee."<br />Husband replies, "I can't believe that, show me." So she fetched the Bible, and opened the New Testament and showed him at the top of several pages, that it indeed says ..........." HEBREWS" </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /><b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"><i><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />God may have created man before woman,</span></i></b></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" ><b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"><i><span style="font-style: italic;">but there is always a rough draft before the masterpiece. </span></i></b></span>Nikhil Agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15577456588350065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168242642426729119.post-14194881182928244692009-06-17T22:35:00.001+05:302009-06-17T22:35:42.708+05:30Milk Bottle Art...<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-17652858-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/017652858.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-17652860-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/017652860.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-17652863-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/017652863.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-17652865-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/017652865.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-17652871-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/017652871.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-17652873-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/017652873.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-17652877-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/017652877.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-17652880-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/017652880.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.shareapic.net/View-17652867-.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview6/017652867.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div>Nikhil Agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15577456588350065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168242642426729119.post-52626128782130438652009-06-14T11:58:00.000+05:302009-06-14T12:02:55.708+05:30Lambi Judai-Hero...<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/64hoxotp8q4&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/64hoxotp8q4&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br />Bichhde abhi to ham bas kal parson<br />Jioongi main kaise, is haal mein barson<br />Maut na aayi teri yaad kyon aayi<br />Hay lambi judai<br />Chaar dinon ka pyaar ho rabba<br />Badi lambi judai, lambi judai<br />Honthon pe aaye meri jaan duhai<br />Hay lambi judai<br />Chaar dinon ka pyaar ho rabba<br />Badi lambi judai, lambi judai<br /><br />Ek to sajan mere paas nahin re<br />Duje milan di koi aas nahin re -2<br />Uspe yeh sawan aaya -2<br />Aag lagaayi, hay lambi judai<br />Chaar dinon ka pyaar ho rabba<br />Badi lambi judai, lambi judai<br /><br />Toote zamaane tere haath nigode, haath nigode<br />Dil se dilon ke tune sheeshe tode, sheeshe tode<br />Hijr ki oonchi, hijr ki oonchi deevaar banaayi<br />Hay lambi judai<br />Chaar dinon ka pyaar ho rabba<br />Badi lambi judai, lambi judai<br /><br />Baag ujad gaye, baag ujad gaye khilne se pehle<br />Panchhi bichhad gaye milne se pehle -2<br />Koyal ki kook, koyal ki kook ne hook uthaayi<br />Hay lambi judai<br />Chaar dinon ka pyaar ho rabba<br />Badi lambi judai, lambi judai<br />Honthon pe aaye meri jaan, duhai<br />Hay lambi judai<br />Chaar dinon ka pyaar ho rabba<br />Badi lambi judai, lambi judai</div>Nikhil Agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15577456588350065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168242642426729119.post-26411622865731289142009-06-07T18:09:00.000+05:302009-06-07T18:11:00.454+05:30Angelina Gets A New Tattoo...<h1 style="text-transform: capitalize; 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font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">My 4 year old son came screaming out of the bathroom to tell me he’d dropped his toothbrush in the toilet. So I fished it out and threw it in the garbage.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">He stood there thinking for a moment, then ran to my bathroom and came out with my toothbrush.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">He held it up and said with a charming little smile, “We better throw this one out too then, ’cause it fell in the toilet a few days ago.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">****** ****** ****** ****** ******</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">On the first day of school, a first-grader handed his teacher a note from his mother.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">The note read, “The opinions expressed by this child are not necessarily those of his parents.” </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">****** ****** ****** ****** ******</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">A little boy got lost at the YMCA and found himself in the women’s locker room.When he was spotted, the room burst into shrieks, with ladies grabbing towels and running for cover.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">The little boy watched in amazement and then asked, “What’s the matter, haven’t you ever seen a little boy before?”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">****** ****** ****** ****** ******</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">A little girl had just finished her first week of school. “I’m just wasting my time,” she said to her mother.”I can’t read, I can’t write and they won’t let me talk!”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">****** ****** ****** ****** ******</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales.The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale. Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human, it was physically impossible.The little girl said, “When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah”.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">The teacher asked, “What if Jonah went to hell?” The little girl replied, “Then you ask him”.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">****** ****** ****** ****** ******</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture.” Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say, ‘There’s Jennifer, she’s a lawyer,’ or ‘that’s Michael. He’s a doctor.’”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">A small voice at the back of the room rang out, “And there’s the teacher. She’s dead.” </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">****** ****** ****** ****** ******</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">A teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of the blood. Trying to make the matter clearer, she said, “Now, class, if I stood on my head, the blood, as you know, would run into it, and I would turn red in the face.”"Yes,” the class said.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">“Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary positions the blood doesn’t run into my feet?”A little fellow shouted, “Because your feet aren’t empty.” </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">****** ****** ****** ****** ******</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray: “Take only ONE. God is watching.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">A child had written a note, “Take all You want. God is watching the apples!” </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">****** ****** ****** ****** ******</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">A kinder garden teacher at age 30 was talking to the children seated on the floor around her, absentmindedly she removed her glasses to clean them.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">”Wow, Miss Collins!” one child exclaimed. “You look really different without your glasses on !”Another child piped up, “I bet she looks different when she takes her teeth out, too!”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">****** ****** ****** ****** ******</span>Nikhil Agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15577456588350065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168242642426729119.post-30154596662835013632009-05-24T13:17:00.000+05:302009-05-24T13:18:11.802+05:30Gorgeous Cameron Diaz in Black...<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.shareapic.net/content.php?id=17062849&owner=" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview5/017062849.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/content.php?id=17062850&owner=" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview5/017062850.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/content.php?id=17062851&owner=" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview5/017062851.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/content.php?id=17062853&owner=" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview5/017062853.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/content.php?id=17062855&owner=" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview5/017062855.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div>Nikhil Agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15577456588350065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168242642426729119.post-44891321788196661722009-05-22T22:29:00.002+05:302009-05-22T22:32:17.283+05:30Jobs!!!<span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" >After 10 years of selfless service, a man realized that he has not been promoted, no transfer, no salary increase no recommendation and that the Company is not doing any thing about it. So he decided to walk up to his HR Manager one morning and after exchanging greetings, he told his HR Manager his observation. The boss looked at him, laughed and asked him to sit down saying;<br /><br />Myfriend, you have not worked here for even one day.<br /> The man was surprised to hear this, but the manager went on to explain.<br /><br />Manager:- How many days are there in a year?<br />Man:- 365 days and some times 366<br /><br />Manager:- how many hours make up a day?<br />Man:- 24 hours<br /> <br />Manager:- How long do you work in a day?<br />Man:- 8am to 4pm. i.e. 8 hours a day.<br />Manager:- S! o, what fraction of the day do you work in hours?<br />Man:- (He did some arithmetic and said 8/24 hours i.e. 1/3(one third)<br /> <br />Manager:- That is nice of you! What is one-third of 366 days?<br />Man:- 122 (1/3x366 = 122 in days)<br /><br />Manager:- Do you come to work on weekends?<br />Man:- No sir<br /><br />Manager:- How many days are there in a year that are weekends?<br /> Man:- 52 Saturdays and 52 Sundays equals to 104 days<br /><br />Manager:- Thanks for that. If you remove 104 days from 122 days, how<br />many days do you now have?<br />Man:- 18 days.<br /><br />Manager:- OK! I do give you 2 weeks sick leave every year. Now remove that14 days from the 18 days left. How many days do you have remaining?<br />Man:- 4 days<br /><br />Manager:- Do you work on New Year day?<br />Man:- No sir!<br /><br />Manager! :- Do you come to work on workers day?<br />Man:- No sir!<br /> <br />Manager:- So how many days are left?<br />Man:- 2 days sir!<br /><br />Manager:- Do you come to work on the (National holiday )?<br />Man:- No sir!<br /><br />Manager:- So how many days are left?<br />Man:- 1 day sir!<br /><br />Manager:- Do you work on Christmas day?<br /> Man:- No sir!<br /><br />Manager:- So how many days are left?<br />Man:- None sir!<br /><br />Manager:- So, what are you claiming?<br />Man:- I have understood, Sir. I did not realize that I was stealing Company money all these days.<br /> <br />Moral - NEVER GO TO HR FOR HELP!!!<br /><br /><br />HR=HIGH RISK</span>Nikhil Agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15577456588350065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168242642426729119.post-36816932941217846052009-05-22T09:08:00.002+05:302009-05-22T09:12:27.937+05:30Phone calls can be dangerous!!!<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">After seeing this video, I am sure that everyone will agree with me that phone calls can be very dangerous!!!<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZJoouKUHim8&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZJoouKUHim8&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object></div>Nikhil Agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15577456588350065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168242642426729119.post-51827764744534744762009-05-15T22:45:00.004+05:302009-05-15T22:59:16.549+05:30One Bed Room Apartment...<span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >WRITTEN BY AN INDIAN SOFTWARE ENGINEER...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >A Bitter Reality</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >As the dream of most parents I had acquired a degree in Software Engineering and joined a company based in USA, the land of braves and opportunity. When I arrived in the USA, it was as if a dream had come true.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Here at last I was in the place where I want to be. I decided I would be staying in this country for about Five years in which time I would have earned enough money to settle down in India.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >My father was a government employee and after his retirement, the only asset he could acquire was a decent one bedroom apt.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >I wanted to do some thing more than him. I started feeling homesick and lonely as the time passed. I used to call home and speak to my parents every week using cheap international phone</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" > cards. Two years passed, two years of fast food at McDonald's and pizzas and 2 years watching the foreign exchange rate getting happy whenever the Rupee value went down.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Finally I decided to get married. Told my parents that I have only 10 days of holidays and everything must be done within these 10 days. I got my ticket booked in the cheapest flight. Was jubilant and was actually enjoying hopping for gifts for all my friends back home. If I miss anyone then there will be talks. After reaching home I spent home one week going through all the photographs of girls and as the time was getting shorter I was forced to select one candidate.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >In-laws told me, to my surprise, that I would have to get married in 2-3 days, as I will not get anymore holidays. After the marriage, it was time to return to USA, after giving some money to my parents and telling the neighbors to look after them, we returned to USA.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >My wife enjoyed this country for about two months and then she started feeling lonely. The frequency of calling India increased to twice in a week sometimes 3 times a week. Our</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" > savings started diminishing.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >After two more years we started to have kids. Two lovely kids, a boy and a girl, were gifted to us</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" > by the almighty. Every time I spoke to my parents, they asked me to come to India so that they can see their grand-children.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Every year I decide to go to India... But part work part monetary conditions prevented it. Years went by and visiting India was a distant dream. Then suddenly one day I got a message that my parents were seriously sick. I tried but I couldn't get any holidays and thus could not go to India ... The next message I got was my parents had passed away and as there was no one to do the last rights the society members had done whatever they could. I was depressed. My parents had passed away without seeing their grand children.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >After couple more years passed away, much to my children dislike and my wife's joy we returned to India to settle down. I started to look for a suitable property, but to my dismay my savings were short and the property prices had gone up during all these years. I had to return to the USA...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >My wife refused to come back with me and my children refused to stay in India... My 2 children and I returned to USA after promising my wife I would be back for good after two years.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Time passed by, my daughter decided to get married to an American and my son was happy living in USA... I decided that had enough and wound-up every thing and returned to India... I</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" > had just enough money to buy a decent 02 bedroom APT in a well-developed locality.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Now I am 60 years old and the only time I go out of the APT is for the routine visit to the nearby temple. My faithful wife has also left me and gone to the holy abode.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Sometimes I wondered was it worth all this? My father, even after staying in India, Had a house to his name and I too have the same, nothing more.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >I lost my parents and children for just ONE EXTRA BEDROOM.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Looking out from the window I see a lot of children dancing. This damned cable TV has spoiled our new generation and these children are losing their values and culture because of it. I get occasional cards from my children asking I am alright. Well at least they remember me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Now perhaps after I die it will be the neighbors again who will be performing my last rights, God Bless them.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >But the question still remains 'was all this worth it?' I am still searching for an answer...!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >START THINKING</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >IS IT JUST FOR ONE EXTRA BEDROOM???</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >LIFE IS BEYOND THIS...DON'T JUST LEAVE YOUR LIFE ...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >START LIVING IT ...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >LIVE IT AS YOU WANT IT TO BE ...</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Do comment!!!</span></span><br /></div>Nikhil Agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15577456588350065564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168242642426729119.post-47135142402431024942009-05-15T20:12:00.003+05:302009-05-15T20:19:13.223+05:30National Anthem by the Youngest Indian!!!<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">I was left speechless after seeing this great video! Its something amazing. How can a girl of this age mug up the entire Indian National Anthem. Her posture portraits that she is a real patriotic child. Wow!!! Do comment if you think its a great post...<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5phDlQIOfls&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5phDlQIOfls&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object></div>Nikhil Agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15577456588350065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168242642426729119.post-24456863874904331322009-05-14T21:43:00.001+05:302009-05-14T21:45:14.300+05:30Postitve Attitude!!!<span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Father : "I want you to marry a girl of my choice"</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Son : "I will choose my own bride!"</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Father : "But the girl is Bill Gate's daughter."</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Son : "Well, in that case...OK"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Next - Father approaches Bill Gates.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Father : "I have a husband for your daughter."</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Bill Gates : "But my daughter is too young to marry!"</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Father : "But this young man is a vice-president of the World Bank."</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Bill Gates : "Ah, in that case...OK"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Finally Father goes to see the president of the World Bank.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Father : "I have a young man to be recommended as a vice-president. "</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">President : "But I already have more vice- presidents than I need!"</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Father : "But this young man is Bill Gate's son-in-law."</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">President : "Ah, in that case...OK"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">This is how business is done!!</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Moral: Even If you have nothing,You can get Anything. But your attitude should be positive...</span>Nikhil Agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15577456588350065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168242642426729119.post-58551573287953205762009-05-12T22:51:00.000+05:302009-05-12T22:52:32.969+05:30Love Quotes!!!<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.shareapic.net/content.php?id=16872909&owner=hot_cjnik" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview5/016872909.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/content.php?id=16872910&owner=hot_cjnik" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview5/016872910.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/content.php?id=16872912&owner=hot_cjnik" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview5/016872912.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/content.php?id=16872923&owner=hot_cjnik" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview5/016872923.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.shareapic.net/content.php?id=16872913&owner=hot_cjnik" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview5/016872913.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/content.php?id=16872915&owner=hot_cjnik" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview5/016872915.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/content.php?id=16872916&owner=hot_cjnik" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview5/016872916.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/content.php?id=16872917&owner=hot_cjnik" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview5/016872917.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/content.php?id=16872919&owner=hot_cjnik" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview5/016872919.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/content.php?id=16872920&owner=hot_cjnik" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview5/016872920.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/content.php?id=16872922&owner=hot_cjnik" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview5/016872922.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/content.php?id=16872925&owner=hot_cjnik" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview5/016872925.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/content.php?id=16872926&owner=hot_cjnik" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview5/016872926.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/content.php?id=16872929&owner=hot_cjnik" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview5/016872929.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.shareapic.net/content.php?id=16872933&owner=hot_cjnik" target="_blank"><img src="http://preview.shareapic.net/preview5/016872933.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Nikhil Agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15577456588350065564noreply@blogger.com0