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Many of us have seen the above Wagah border ceremony where the Indian and Pakistani soldiers close and open the gates with military precision.

I see a show enmity and also a mutual respect mixed in the ceremony. It is quite amazing!

What is your opinion?

Just when I thought my day couldn't get any worse, I get this e-mail with a touching story about two friends...

Now, tell me how would I greet my college friends..?

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Year 1979: On their way back from School Arjun started talking

Arjun : Bro! I am moving to a different city to study. I will miss you man
Pargat: I will miss you too mate. But nothing can break our friendship. We will at least meet once every year.
Arjun: Yes that is a deal

and they parted with tears in their eyes...
As time went by, both got busy with their work life. They kept their promise for two years and after that they moved on with their own lives and in the process Arjun lost his contact with Pargat. Time went by and both became Police Officers.

Year: 2009
Venue: The Police station where Arjun works

Tring... Tring...

Arjun picks up the call and he gets a pleasant surprise...

"Is this Arjun?"
"Yes. Who is on the line?"
" Bro. Its Pargat! I just found out that you are posted in this station"

Tear drops welled up Arjun's eyes

Arjun: Where are you?
Pargat: I am standing outside the Police station. Come Out
Arjun: Is it? I am coming right away.

Arjun rushed out of the Police station and saw Pargat standing outside. They were seeing each other for the first time after thirty years. He wanted to go and hug his friend. But he could not hug his friend. It was a very touching moment for both of them

My fellow paunch wielding, pot belly wearing or just-bloated-for-the-day friends,

Yesterday was a very depressing day in my life.

Stressful life with a long day of hectic work makes for no easy way to fall asleep. So, I surf the TV and decide on the TNT channel (I think) which showed the movie "300". I remembered seeing snippets of this movie when it was released in 2007 and the TV guide synopsis suggested that it would be a manly movie to watch in the middle of the night. But, the movie ended up depressing me even more. Not because of the non-stop violence, not because of the blood splattering everywhere, not because of the decapitated heads flying around - none of that - most of the movie was CG anyway and lacks the stomach churning effect. But what depressed me was the 1800 packs that were repeatedly flashed in every second of every scene - I mean the 300 guys each exposing their perfectly carved 6-packs. Now, tell me which 1-pack guy who couldn't go to sleep, wanting only some entertainment while enjoying a chilled beer wouldn't be depressed by this sight. In fact, the depression has transitioned to torture to mental trauma to post traumatic stress disorder today. I am writing this column on the advice of my doctor who has urged me to get my feelings out.

Well, I have not been like this always. I used to have rock solid abs, believe it or not, but it was so long ago that it is only a haze in my memory. Then the little guy, my one-pack, started peeping his head - this is what they call the Paunch-I stage. But it was still totally within control - I could literally suck-it-up and make it disappear. I could still wear all my pants and no change in ward robe was needed - I just breathed fewer times over the course of the day. Having done this for a few years and sticking it to the little guy now-you-know-who-your-boss-is, I ended up pissing him (or her, more likely) off. Then started the war between me and my one-pack and I am close to losing the battle now.

The next stage of the war, is Paunch-II. In stage 2, you realize that the organs do need oxygen and you decide to be easy on your body - so, you suck-it-up only when you are in public, when others are around but the conversations became shorter as I had to step away often to take a few breaths. A stage which reminds you to think about buying the next size trousers but the strategy instilled in me as a young boy - always buy two sizes bigger in anticipation of future growth - helped me tremendously. So, all I had to do was loosen or remove my belt which by now had it's purpose degraded from "holding the pants to my hip" to "just-for-being-hip" purposes.

Stage-III is advanced and your begin hearing the dreaded B-word from your friends and relatives. You try to suck-it-up but soon realize that it is a give-it-up situation. Now, you start reading magazines meant for women which talk about loving your God-given body, remembering what's inside is more important than your outside appearance (btw, I still haven't figured out what is inside of me and growing so fast that too!); tips for boosting ones' self-esteem; knowing that people who comment are the ones with real problems etc. Thanks God we have Femina and O-magazine! So, I learn to focus on my inner good while blocking the bad Karma of others - which means, I learned to pretend that the little guy didn't exist. While I was fighting him until now, giving him importance and identity, he felt enraged when I started ignoring him - the worst of all insults - and it really was the last straw... war became a battle.

Stage IV (aka Pxx Bxxxx) - land of no return. The little guy has grown so big that Vikku Vinayakaram has expressed interest in changing his Gatam. One-pack wanted to ensure that he can't be ignored any more and he has succeeded. Now, wherever I go, he reaches the destination 2 seconds before I do; whoever I meet, they say Hi to him first. I have now started believing that it is only a matter of time before Sigourney Weaver comes to my home hunting for the alien that has been growing inside me all along...

Or may be not... perhaps it is simply a sign of prosperity as they say in India...

Is this the way we show respect for the dead? SAD. Photo from the Hindu - http://www.thehindu.com/news/article523837.ece On another note, we need to enact laws to restrict uncensored printing of disturbing pictures in the media.

The Govt. of India feels the necessity for a symbol to identity Indian Rupee for money exchange in International market, like U.S. dollar $ and other countries symbol.

For around 150 years British ruler introduced paper currency in India for trading between various kingdoms and with East India Company.

The approved symbol for Indian rupee can be freely downloaded
http://blog.foradian.com and saved as fonts in windows.

For regular use of this symbol ,it can be obtained from the key below the "Esc" key.

Pilot Andre Borschberg celebrates after successfully completing it's first 24 hours test flight landing the solar-powered HB-SIA airplane at Payerne airport Switzerland.

It has demonstrated by staying in the air indefinitely, recharging its depleted batteries using 12,000 solar cells with the rays of the sun during the day.

The emissions-free jet managed to climb to 8,535 meters and reached top speeds of over 75mph.

yesterday i got an SMS, it said there was unusual levels of cosmic ray coming to earth because of Mars position to Earth.
It happens in between 12:30 AM to 1:00 AM all cell phones will be fried unless they are switched off and this information was provided by NASA and its there in there official website.

well it turns out to be a prank by someone. But I dont know how many ppl have actually switched there electronic equipments off during that time.

Granddad:

It doesn’t appear to be an usual scenario. Investigation should be done on this completely. It does appear to be a usually happening scenario after giving some thought about it. But he had crossed his limit. How can I narrate it? By putting to this kind of embarrassment at an old age, what kind of fulfilment he gets? He had voice out; I am suffering from severe diarrhea and hence bedridden, waiting for my end. If I have diarrhea, why should he be granted leave, shouldn't his foolish teacher thought about it. Is he going to medicate me? But my grandson should be really appreciated for one scenario. While studying in 5th standard itself, he is acting with vigour to execute his desires successfully. It appears that he will become very successful in the future. However, it is not correct. Isn’t it an elder’s duty to teach good virtues to him?
He should be taught with good habits definitely.

Grandson:

I am getting distressed to ask this question to an opinionated person saying, “Freedom is my patrimony.” The question is, “Is there an age limit to acquire this birthright freedom?” Should my freedom be cut off just because I am studying only 5th Standard? Nobody has rights to justify that this is an absolutely sane reason. Actually, I desired to watch a movie. If it is true that cinema is not a condemnable media, then there is no need for a teacher to warn me about that. Who is that Shakila?

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A blurred visibility inside the room. A Cot is present in the middle. She is sleeping in that cot. It is wrong to declare that she is sleeping. She poses unconscious having stabbed in her breast. A blue colored sari worn by her looks disorganized. Her husband, looking sad, laying his head down stood near her with his mouth closed with a handkerchief. The police inspector is scribbling something in a notebook held in his hand. The Police cameraman and his assistant are exploring the fingerprints deposited on the opposite wall. Left corner had …

Raghavan wants 180 rupees very urgently. Very Very Urgent! Tomorrow, money order is going come from the native through his younger brother. It can be taken today evening and can be replaced back tomorrow morning itself. What is in it? It is a matter of spending now and gaining later.

With this assurance, he got hold of office’s 180 rupees and bought that blue colored sari. Sari’s beauty dizzied her, stimulated her to smile magnanimously that made him conceive, 180 rupees? Even 1800 rupees can be theft.

In the evening, when both went to a movie, Raghavan was shell-shocked on seeing a sardarji walking opposite towards him. Sardariji… Gurunanak… Gurunanak’s birthday... It is Public holiday for post offices tomorrow.

Money order won’t come tomorrow. Money robbed from the office cannot be replaced back. Aiaiyo!

Once upon a time, there was a software engineer who used to develop programs
on his Pentium machine, sitting under a tree on the banks of a river. He
used to earn his bread by selling those programs in the Sunday market.

One day, while he was working, his machine tumbled off the table and fell
in the river. Encouraged by the Panchatantra story of his childhood (the
woodcutter and the axe),

He started praying to the River Goddess. The River Goddess wanted to test
him and so appeared only after one month of rigorous prayers. The engineer
told her that he had lost his computer in the river.

As usual, the Goddess wanted to test his honesty. She showed him a match
box and asked, "Is this your computer ?" Disappointed by the
Goddess' lack
of computer awareness, the engineer replied, "No."

She next showed him a pocket-sized calculator and asked if that was his.

Annoyed, the engineer said "No, not at all!!"

Finally, she came up with his own Pentium machine and asked if it was his.

The engineer, left with no option, sighed and said "Yes."

The River Goddess was happy with his honesty. She was about to give

Him all three items, but before she could make the offer, the engineer
asked her, "Don't you know that you're supposed to show me some
better
computers before bringing up my own ?"

The River Goddess, angered at this, replied, "I know that, you stupid
donkey! The first two things I showed you were the Trillennium and the
Billennium, the latest computers. So saying, she disappeared
with the Pentium!!

Moral :If you're not up-to-date with technology trends, it's better to
keep
your mouth shut and let people think you're a fool than to open your mouth
and remove all doubt.

I am going to kill him myself, Father announced to my Mother during his afternoon lunch, about my grandfather. My second elder sister and I were listening to it. Mother remained silent without giving any opinion. I cannot earn a single cent until he operates the shop; Father shouted stormily crunching his meal. He even keeps account of those pennies kept inside the cashbox. I cannot be silent always seeing all this, Saunthiram. He founded me...So, how long I can resist his behavior! Tonight, I am going to strangulate him to death. I will continue to go for shop from tomorrow having buried him without anyone's knowledge, Father explained distressingly.

When Mother took the plate inside for cleaning, Grandfather arrived in his cycle, from the shop, stopped it under a tree shadow and was locking it. When Father tried to go outside without noticing him, “Why are you going outside in this hot sun, I came back locking the shop.” revealed the Grandfather. Father didn't listen to it. That day evening as usual, Mother bought and tied pieces of lily flowers together and worn it in her head. She gossiped some local news with her neighborhood woman and waited until 10.30pm for Father to arrive home after shutting down the shop. Father and Grandfather returned back to home together in the same cycle. Grandfather had finished his dinner, took his ankle pain relief tablets and went for bed before Father returned for dinner from bath.

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Mafia leader, Godfather obtained news that his casino Manager (Enzo) had robbed 25 million Dollars from him.

Enzo is a middle-aged deaf man. So Godfather always took his attorney to communicate with him. Attorney knows sign language.

“Where is the 24 Million dollars robbed from me?” Godfather ordered his attorney to question Enzo. Attorney used sign language to put that question across to Enzo.

'Sir, I cannot understand what you are asking,' Enzo replied by gesture too.

“He says that he cannot understand what we are discussing about,” Attorney explained Godfather.

Godfather pulled out his pistol, held it on Enzo's forehead and ordered attorney, “ Inquire again”.

'He would kill you if you do not disclose it,' Attoney gestured to Enzo.

'Ok, I will tell the truth. I packaged all the money in a black box, buried it two steps from the pillar located north of a garden owned by my in-law, Bruno', Enzo gestured to attorney in detail.

“What he says”, Godfather enquired to Attorney. Attorney explained him this way.

“ He says, Shoot-Down if possible.You do not have enough courage to shoot-down.”

Translated from
http://www.uyirmmai.com/ContentDetails.aspx?cid=2984;Original – samabima ( Sinhalese ), M. Rishan Sherif ( Tamil ).

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Returning home after a dreadful failure;
On the way home I met my friends
Most didn’t even dare to look at me
For they feared I would ask them help
Few just smiled and talked pointlessly
Their talks injured my heart further
And very few gems where waiting for me,
At the end of the road with love and care,
To carry me out of this dreadful hell
I knew now some true and pure hearts,
Who will stand by me in my joys and sorrows.
I am not alone, we are ONE

As I entered home my mom was there
With a broad smile welcoming me home
My dad came with a kind pat
Siblings with the same naughty smile
They were kinder than ever before
My wife invited me for dinner
Kids dropped their home works
And saw me with fear in their eyes
My weak smile gave them courage
They came running and hugged me
Wiped tears filling my eyes
And kissed me with wholesome love

I thanked failure for showing me
People with true and pure love
It’s easier to get into heaven
If I have these people with me
I can climb any mountain of failure
In my horrible lane to victory
For I have a battalion of true spirits
To support and encourage me
I understood today that
We may fight, we may quarrel
But we are always ONE
Connected by the thread family

As I laid down on my bed
A sweet thought popped up my mind
We may be divided by religion,
We may be divided by race,
But we are always ONE
Connected by the thread nationality
Why can’t a nation say so?
We may come from different land,
We may follow different customs
But we are always ONE
Connected by the thread human
Why can’t the world say so?