You were so alien to me when we met for the first time. Remember it was raining cats & dogs that day & we two were the only ones on the streets enjoying the downpour. I know that was your first ever experience & you seemed more concerned.

I took you to my home & you were standing, before my parents, all drenched with water. They did not like you & did not want you to be with me & I can still recall those tears coming down from your eyes.

And do you remember the baths we took together? Oh you so much hated water.

One thing that I would always remember about you is the way you walked? Or jumped I should say. Remember those days when we ran around the bushes, shared a small piece of ice-cream, tried to climb up hills, learned the art of swimming, and targeted the crows. Whoa….such great days those were.

But I feel disgusted when I think that I could not be with you when you needed me the most. I wish I could have been by your side when this happened.

I wish I could make you read this. I wish I could tell you what I feel about you, now that you are no longer with me. Miss you.

Bosh. Biff. Wham bham stuff. I saw India playing like this after a long time: totally carefree, full of poise & amazing attitude. A chunk of the credit goes to the Jharkhandi conqueror & the captain cool M.S. What a treat to watch him doing the leader’s act with ease & helping India to post the highest ever score against Australia by any team batting first. I would have to agree I enjoyed every bit of not attending the selection process of Darashaw today. Having the benefit of watching the match was way too pleasing than that. Now I just hope the bowlers prove their worth & India ends up on the winning side. Wishing the men in blue all the very best. Go & Beat the hell out of the Aussies.  

A woman was working in a post office in California.
One day she licked the envelopes and postage stamps instead of using a
sponge.
That very day the lady found a cut on her tongue.
A week later, she noticed an abnormal swelling of her tongue.
She went to the doctor and they found nothing wrong.
Her tongue was not sore or anything.
A couple of days later, her tongue started to swell more, and it began
to get really sore, so sore, that she could not eat.
She went back to the hospital, and demanded something be done.
The doctor took an x-ray of her tongue and noticed a lump.
He prepared her for minor surgery.
When the doctor cut her tongue open, a live cockroach crawled out!!!!

There were cockroach eggs on the seal of the envelope.
The egg was able to hatch inside of her tongue, because of her saliva.
It was warm and moist...
This is a true story reported on CNN

Andy Hume wrote:
Hey, I used to work in an envelope factory. You wouldn't believe
the....things that float around in those gum applicator trays. I haven't
licked an envelope for years!"

I used to work for a print shop(32 years ago) and we were told NEVER to
lick the envelopes.
I never understood why until I had to go into storage and pull out 2500
envelopes that were already printed and saw several squads of
cockroaches roaming around inside a couple of boxes with eggs
everywhere.
They eat the glue on the envelopes.

So do you wanna lick another envelope or stamp again?

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Once upon a time, a perfect man and a perfect woman met. After a perfect courtship, they had a perfect wedding. Their life together was, of course, perfect. One snowy, stormy Christmas Eve, this perfect couple was driving their perfect car (a Grand Caravan) along a winding road, when they noticed someone at the side of the road in distress.

Being the perfect couple, they stopped to help. There stood Santa Claus with a huge bundle of toys. Not wanting to disappoint any children on the eve of Christmas, the perfect couple loaded Santa and his toys into their vehicle. Soon they were driving along delivering toys. Unfortunately, the driving conditions deteriorated and the perfect couple and Santa Claus had an accident. Only one of them survived the accident.

The mind numbing question is: Who was the survivor?
Scroll down for the answer...

















The perfect woman survived. She's the only one who really existed in the first place. Everyone knows there is no Santa Claus and there is no such thing as a perfect man. Women stop reading here. That is the end of the joke. Men keep'a scrollin'...
























So, if there is no perfect man and no Santa Claus, the perfect woman must have been driving.
And that explains why there was a car accident. By the way, if you're a woman and you're reading this, this
illustrates another point: Women never listen, either.

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I read about this somewhere; perhaps someone’s blog. The article says recession plunders men but enlivens women. The author draws a high-quality comparison between the two genders with some statistical data.

In this period of recession the sales of one ‘basic need’ of men has come down. I am talking about gents undergarments. The sales graph has revealed a downhill trend as men are less keen to buy new undergarments. The frequency has also reduced.

But ironically if you consider the sales of cosmetics, it is showing a mounting trend. No doubt cosmetics are neither an add-on nor luxury requirement for the female counterpart. It’s a basic need for them.

So you can definitely expect men with no underwear queuing up outside a cosmetics shop to buy a lipstick for their wives on their anniversaries. 

People = Shit. They truly are beyond doubt. They always are so very fanatical in finding out the mistakes of others that they tend to overlook their own ones. But there is a different breed of people who with intent neglect their slipups so that they can show their superiority over others. Many people have ideas on how others should change; few people have ideas on how they should change. Now this is a thing that everyone experiences time & again in their lifetime. I am no different either. I know I could be at the receiving end on someone else’s blog but I am taking full advantage of my own blog to roar ma voice out. Some points that I must make a note of.

1. Start giving respect to others. I mean I do understand that you are rated higher than others but you tend to disregard the fact that your rating has been given by them only. You have no shit control over your supremacy & the status that you enjoy but ironically they have the authority to make your journey a delightful one or a thorny one. You have to give them their due respect in order to get respect in return.

2. Cgpa & all such things hardly matter. So if you have a high cgpa to make your resume attractive try to take advantage of that in interviews but don’t try to show off before other students. Just because you have got a higher cgpa it does not necessarily imply that your intellect level is extreme. Some might argue that it is the frustration of someone having a lower cgpa. Just for information, let me tell you I have got a cgpa of more than 3.2 & I can give you hundreds of names having very low cgpa capable of reaching to the very top in a short span of time.

3. Now let’s analyze the other side of it. If you have a low cgpa, then try to lend your ears to others having a higher score. They have got a higher score as they have some skills that you probably don’t have.

4. Now let’s talk about a very special breed of people who are termed as “professional & matured” having some work experience in some company. I mentioned some company as I don’t give a damn to the company’s “brand” name. I mean being the owner of a fisheries farm is anytime better than being the sales executive of some Reliance or Tata. Now for them I have a word of advice. People having no experience of company’s affairs & having the age advantage factor at their end are competing with you at the same level. Now what should a healthy “professional & matured” person infer from this? It means they are definitely better than you.

5. Hey I almost forgot a very special kind that we call “chatu” types. Now let’s take an instance. A person, who does not have a good cgpa, has not represented the college in any respect, is not an active participant in the college activities, is well known by all the faculties. Now what does this mean? I agree you have good HR skills, but don’t you think it’s a reflection of low self confidence. I mean if you are so very capable then let the faculties know you instead of you putting in a valiant effort to make them know you.

Final words! Wake up! Give it a thought! You would excel lot more if you get rid of this. Till then let me also try to ignore all these things. Ta ta…..

Hey folks. It is great to be back here to my blog. Well last day was a breathtaking day. College got over around 3 PM this Monday. It was raining cats & dogs in New Bombay then & I had already got a word of warning from my parents back home that it was going to pour down even more heavily. So the evil mind started planning a ride on bike & Lonavla came out as the most happening place to go for a high-speed ride. Obviously Mr. Manish Jain & Mr. Puneet Mehta were up to it. We clued-up Sanjay to be ready. I had only one bike & we needed another one. I am truly thankful to Abhishek for giving his bike to us without giving a second thought. Anyhow we started our journey from KV but guess what we had to stay back in Kharghar for quite a few hours as Abhishek’s bike broke down.  Finally with a lot of effort & after spending half a thousand Indian rupees we started our journey to the heaven on two bikes. It was utterly gloomy by then & downpour had become even more intense. Believe me I would not have trusted anyone else than Sanjay to ride along with me. The ride was enormous & the ride on the GHATS near lonavla was adventurous. But the deadliest voyage was yet to come. There came an off beam prediction from our two mumbaikar navigators, just a wrong turn & we found ourselves among the gigantic massive  trucks on the expressway. We were the only ones travelling on bikes on that boulevard & believe me it was a hell of a ride. I could just not make up my mind whether to go right or left. Finally we arrived at lonavla & had to stay in a lodge thanks to our sudden plan & cash constraint. The manner in which the receptionist entered our details in his register was damn hilarious. I would not discuss about the night. That’s top secret. Hey by the way we also watched the Champions trophy final that night in the room. Then the next day we checked out by 10.30. We then went to the Lion’s point & the Bushy dam. Both are staggering places to visit , I can assure you all of that. We packed our bags & got on our bikes for the return journey which took us almost half of the time that we took during the up journey. It is an experience that I would definitely cherish for ever & I am looking forward to more such trips. By the way both bikes now seriously need a servicing. Ha ha ha.