Legends

Dear Friends,

Look at 3 legends of Indian Cricket.

Facebook: The Day we are waiting

The 76-year-old woman walked down the hallway of Clearview Addictions Clinic, searching for the right department. She passed signs for the ‘Heroin Addiction Department (HAD)’, the ‘Smoking Addiction Department (SAD)’ and the ‘Bingo Addiction Department (BAD)’. Then she spotted the department she was looking for:  ‘Facebook Addiction Department (FAD)’.

It was the busiest department in the clinic, with about three dozen people filling the waiting room, most of them staring blankly into their Blackberries and i-Phones.  A middle-aged man with unkempt hair was pacing the room, muttering, "I need to milk my cows. I need to milk my cows."

A twenty-something man was prone on the floor, his face buried in his hands, while a curly-haired woman comforted him, "Don't worry.  It'll be all right."

"I just don't understand it. I thought my update was LOL-worthy, but none of my friends even clicked the 'like' button."

"How long has it been?"

"Almost five minutes. That's like five months in the real world."

The 76-year-old woman waited until her name was called, then followed the receptionist into the office of Alfred Zulu, Facebook Addiction Counselor.

"Please have a seat, Edna," he said with a warm smile.  "And tell me how it all started."

"Well, it's all my grandson's fault. He sent me an invitation to join Facebook. I had never heard of Facebook before, but I thought it was something for me, because I usually have my face in a book."

"How soon were you hooked?"

"Faster than you can say 'create a profile.' I found myself on Facebook at least eight times each day -- and more times at night. Sometimes I'd wake up in the middle of the night to check it, just in case there was an update from one of my new friends in India . My husband didn't like that. He said that friendship is a precious thing and should never be outsourced."

"What do you like most about Facebook?"

"It makes me feel like I have a life. In the real world, I have only five or six friends, but on Facebook, I have 674.

I'm even friends with Juan Carlos Montoya."

"Who's he?"

"I don't know, but he's got 4,000 friends, so he must be famous."

"Facebook has helped you make some connections, I see."

"Oh yes. I've even connected with some of the gals from high school -- I still call them 'gals.' I hadn't heard from some of them in ages, so it was exciting to look at their profiles and figure out who's retired, who's still working, and who's had some work done. I love browsing their photos and reading their updates. I know where they've been on vacation, which movies they've watched, and whether they hang their toilet paper over or under. I've also been playing a game with some of them."

"Let me guess. Farmville?"

"No, Mafia Wars.  I'm a Hitman.  No one messes with Edna."

"Wouldn't you rather meet some of your friends in person?"

"No, not really. It's so much easier on Facebook. We don't need to gussy ourselves up. We don't need to take baths or wear perfume or use mouthwash. That's the best thing about Facebook -- you can't smell anyone. Everyone is attractive, because everyone has picked a good profile pic. One of the gals is using a profile pic that was taken, I'm pretty certain, during the Eisenhower Administration. "

"What pic are you using?"

"Well, I spent five hours searching for a profile pic, but couldn't find one I really liked. So I decided to visit the local beauty salon."

"To make yourself look prettier?"

"No, to take a pic of one of the young ladies there. That's what I'm using."

"Didn't your friends notice that you look different?"

"Some of them did, but I just told them I've been doing lots of yoga."

"When did you realize that your Facebooking might be a problem?"

"I realized it last Sunday night, when I was on Facebook and saw a message on my wall from my husband: 'I moved out of the house five days ago. Just thought you should know.'"

"What did you do?"

"What else? I unfriended him of course!"

Dear Friends,

Today i m putting one simple photo having great timing of photo...

Look at shadow...

Love,
Smit

यारों हम engineer हैं

Hay Friends,

How r u?

Today's my blog is about sweet poem i read somewhere.

..

यारों हम engineer हैं

ना back की परवाह , ना subjects सारे clear हैं
यारों हम engineer हैं


ना job की tension ,ना future का कोई fear हैं
यारों हम engineer हैं

हाथ में किताबों की जगह , table पर beer हैं
यारों हम engineer हैं

c++,java नहीं chating अपना career हैं
यारों हम engineer हैं

late nite studies नहीं ,late night premier हैं
यारों हम engineer हैं

यहाँ कोई einstein नहीं,यहाँ पर सब shakespeer हैं
यारों हम engineer हैं


हम रहे भले चंगे ,चाहे देश की हालत severe हैं
यारों हम engineer हैं


माँ ने सोचा था ,मेरा बेटा engineer बनेगा
ले माँ तेरा बेटा आज engineer हैं

 

Bihar Driving License

Bihar Driving License 
============ ========= ========= 
DRIVING LICEN APPLIKASON PHOROM 
------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- ---------

NOTE: Please do not Soot the person at the applikason kounter. 
He will give you the licen. 
For phurthar instructions, see bhottom applikason.

1. Last name:

(_) Yadav (_) Sinha (_) Pandey (_) Misra (_) Dont no

(Check karet box)

2. First name:

(_) Ramprasad (_) Lakhan (_) Sivprasad (_) Jamnaprasad (_) Dont no

(Check karet box)

3. Age:

(_) Less than phipty (_) Greater than phipty (_) Dont no

(Check karet box)

4. Sex:____ Male_____ Phimale_____ not sure_____not applicable

5. Chappal Size:____ Lepht____ Right

6.Occupason:

(_) Politison (_) Doodhwala (_) Pehelwaan (_) Houze-wife (_) Un-employed

(Check karet box)

7. Number of children libing in the houzehold:__ _

8. Number that are yours:___

9. Mather name:_______ _________ _______

10. Phather Name: ____________ ________ (If not no, leave blank)

11. Ejjucason: 1 2 3 4 (Circle highest grade completed)

12. Dental rekard:

(_) Ellow (_) Berownish-ellow (_) Berown (_) Belack (_) Other 
-__________ Give egjhakt color

(Check karet box)

13. Your thumb imparesson : 
____________ _________ _______

(** If you are copying from another applikason pharom, please do not 
copy thumb impresson also. Please provide your own thumb impresson.)

PELEASE DO NOT USE PHINGERS OF YOUR LEGS.

Use thumb on your lepht hand only. If you dont have lepht hand, use 
your thumb on right hand.. If you do not have right hand, use thumb on 
lepht hand.

NOTE : IF YOU DONT HAVE BOTH HANDS, YOU CANNOT DRIVE.

WE ARE VARY ISTRICT ABOUT THIS!!!

Love,

Smit

The other stall:

Hay Friends,

After 2 days i m back. This time very intersting humor story on cell phone..

 

The other stall:

Traveling down the interstate and needing to use the restroom, 
I stopped at a rest area and headed to the restroom.

I was barely sitting down when I heard a voice from the other stall saying: 
"Hi, how are you?"
I'm not the type to start a conversation in the restroom and I don't know what got into me,

But I answered, somewhat embarrassed, 
"Doin' just fine!"
And the other person says:
"So what are you up to?"
What kind of question is that? At that point, I'm thinking this is too bizarre so I say: 
"Uhhh, I'm like you, just traveling!"??
At this point I am just trying to get out as fast as I can when I hear another question.
"Can I come over?"

Ok, this question is just too weird for me but I figured I could just be polite and end the conversation.. I tell them

"No..I'm a little busy right now!!!"

Then I hear the person say nervously...

"Listen, I'll have to call you back.   There's an idiot in the other stall who keeps answering all my questions


Cell phones, don't you just love them!

  

The problems of your neighbour

Dear Friends,

Today I like to share a sweet small story which I read somewhere. It is about ur problems and how to deal with them.

THE PROBLEMS OF YOUR NEIGHBOUR


There was once a well-known scholar, who lived in a mountain in the Himalayas. Tired of living with men, he had chosen a simple life and spent most of his time meditating.
His fame, however, was so great that people were willing to walk narrow paths, climb steep hills, swim rivers – to meet the holy man who was believed to be able to resolve any trouble of the human heart.
The wise man, as he was full of compassion, gave some advice here and there, but kept trying to get rid of unwanted visitors. Still, they appeared in larger groups, and once a day a crowd knocked on his door, saying that great stories about him were published in their local newspaper and that everyone was sure he knew how to overcome the difficulties of their lives.
The wise man said nothing but asked them to sit and wait. Three days passed, and more people arrived. When there was no room for anyone else, he addressed the people who were outside his door.
“Today I will give the answer that everyone wants. But you must promise that, to have your problems solved, you will not tell the new pilgrims that I moved here – so that you can continue to live in the solitude you so much crave. Men and women have made a sacred oath that if the wise fulfilled their promises, they would not let any more pilgrims climb the mountain.”
“Tell me your problems,” said the sage.
Someone began to speak, but was soon interrupted by others, as everyone knew that this was the last public hearing that the holy man was giving, and they feared that he wouldn’t have the time to listen to all of them. Minutes later, confusion was created, many voices were shouting at the same time, people were crying, men and women were tearing their hair out in despair because it was impossible to hear.
The wise man let the situation be prolonged a little, until he cried, “Silence!”
The crowd fell silent immediately.
“Write your problems down and put the papers in front of me,” he said.
When everyone finished, the wise man mixed all the papers in a basket, then said, “Keep this basket moving amongst you. Each of you will take a paper, and read it. You will then choose whether to keep your problems, or take the one given to you.”
Each person took a sheet of paper, read it, and was horrified. They concluded that what they had written, however bad it was, was not as serious as what ailed his neighbor. Two hours later, they exchanged papers amongst themselves, and each one had to put their personal problems back into his or her pocket, relieved that their distress was not as hard as they once thought.
Grateful for the lesson, they went down the mountain with the certainty that they were happier than all the others, and – fulfilling the promise made – never let anyone disturb the peace of the holy man.


Really amazing, It's all about attitude.. keep smiling.. Keep enjoying

Song of day:

Beedo duji thali me lage bada mazedaar...
Song from gulaal, showing same attitude as talked in above story..

That's it folks!!!

Thanks for reading.. See u tomorrow.

Love,
Smit