<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572</id><updated>2011-12-15T08:16:23.255+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fun and Knowledge Zone (Seriously)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-7453845619691628111</id><published>2009-09-20T11:53:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:33:53.947+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/SrXNEEm1c-I/AAAAAAAABRA/wr2NAJDLdX4/s1600-h/relationships.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383434399431095266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/SrXNEEm1c-I/AAAAAAAABRA/wr2NAJDLdX4/s200/relationships.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am sure this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; would change your perception about all your relations, and brighten your day. Read this till the end.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NO POINTING FINGERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man asked his father-in-law, "Many people praised you for a successful marriage. Could you please share with me your secret?" The father-in-law answered in a smile, "Never criticize your wife for her shortcomings or when she does something wrong. Always bear in mind that because of her shortcomings and weaknesses, she could not find a better husband than you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We all look forward to being loved and respected. Many people are afraid of losing face. Generally, when a person makes a mistake, he would look around to find a scapegoat to point the finger at. This is the start of a war. We should always remember that when we point one finger at a person, the other four fingers are pointing at ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;If we forgive the others, others will ignore our mistake too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CREATING PERFECT RELATIONSHIPS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person visited the government matchmaker for marriage, SDU, and requested "I am looking for a spouse. Please help me to find a suitable one." The SDU officer said, "Your requirements, please." "Oh, good looking, polite, humorous, sporty, knowledgeable, good in singing and dancing. Willing to accompany me the whole day at home during my leisure hour, if I don't go out. Telling me interesting stories when I need companion for conversation and be silent when I want to rest." The officer listened carefully and replied, "I understand you need television."&lt;br /&gt;There is a saying that a perfect match can only be found between a blind wife and a deaf husband, because the blind wife cannot see the faults of the husband and the deaf husband cannot hear the nagging of the wife. Many couples are blind and deaf at the courting stage and dream of perpetual perfect relationship. Unfortunately, when the excitement of love wears off, they wake up and discover that marriage is not a bed of roses. The nightmare begins.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO OVERPOWERING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Many relationships fail because one party tries to overpower another, or demands too much. People in love tend to think that love will conquer all and their spouses will change the bad habits after marriage. Actually, this is not the case. There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that "It is easier to reshape a mountain or a river than a person's character.."&lt;br /&gt;It is not easy to change. Thus, having high expectation on changing the spouse character will cause disappointment and unpleasantness.&lt;br /&gt;It would be less painful to change ourselves and lower our expectations...&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RIGHT SPEECH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that "A speech will either prosper or ruin a nation." Many relationships break off because of wrong speech. When a couple is too close with each other, we always forget mutual respect and courtesy. We may say anything without considering if it would hurt the other party.&lt;br /&gt;A friend and her millionaire husband visited their construction site. A worker who wore a helmet saw her and shouted, "Hi, Emily! Remember me? We used to date in the secondary school." On the way home, her millionaire husband teased her, "Luckily you married me. Otherwise you will be the wife of a construction worker." She answered," You should appreciate that you married me. Other wise, he will be the millionaire and not you."&lt;br /&gt;Frequently exchanging these remarks plants the seed for a bad relationship. It's like a broken egg - cannot be reversed.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PERSONAL PERCEPTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different people have different perception. One man's meat could be another man's poison. A couple bought a donkey from the market. On the way home, a boy commented, "Very stupid. Why neither of them rides on the donkey? "Upon hearing that, the husband let the wife ride on the donkey. He walked besides them. Later, an old man saw it and commented, "The husband is the head of family. How can the wife ride on the donkey while the husband is on foot?" Hearing this, the wife quickly got down and let the husband ride on the donkey.&lt;br /&gt;Further on the way home, they met an old Lady. She commented, "How can the man ride on the donkey but let the wife walk. He is no gentleman." The husband thus quickly asked the wife to join him on the donkey. Then, they met a young man. He commented, "Poor donkey, how can you hold up the weight of two persons. They are cruel to you." Hearing that, the husband and wife immediately climbed down from the donkey and carried it on their shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be the only choice left. Later, on a narrow bridge, the donkey was frightened and struggled. They lost their balance and fell into the river.. You can never have everyone praise you, nor will everyone condemn you. Never in the past, not at present, and never will be in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, do not be too bothered by others words if our conscience is clear..&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BE PATIENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story which happened in the States. A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck. The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital..&lt;br /&gt;Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery &amp;amp; saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, "Daddy, I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?" The father went home &amp;amp; committed suicide..&lt;br /&gt;Think about this story the next time someone steps on your feet or u wish to take revenge. Think first before u lose your patience with someone u love. Trucks can be repaired.. Broken bones &amp;amp; hurt feelings often can't. Too often we fail to recognize the difference between the person and the performance. We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge.&lt;br /&gt;People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Good Life starts only when you stop wanting a better One"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy Living..!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-7453845619691628111?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7453845619691628111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=7453845619691628111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/7453845619691628111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/7453845619691628111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/SrXNEEm1c-I/AAAAAAAABRA/wr2NAJDLdX4/s72-c/relationships.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-2715041666573268355</id><published>2009-02-06T16:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:25:22.153+05:30</updated><title type='text'>!! A Must Watch !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Indian Classical Music Rocks Central Connecticut!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lwdDm3UO5WM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lwdDm3UO5WM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KEWL NA ??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-2715041666573268355?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2715041666573268355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=2715041666573268355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/2715041666573268355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/2715041666573268355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2009/02/must-watch.html' title='!! A Must Watch !!'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-1196976094029251937</id><published>2009-02-05T22:00:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:06:46.266+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Men-Women: Brain Analysis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Men Women brian analysis -  very true. Check out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Multiple process Women's brains designed to concentrate multiple task at a time. Women can Watch a TV and Talk over phone and cook the new recipe.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Men &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Single Process Men's brain designed to concentrate only one work at a time. Men can not watch a TV and talking in phone same time. He stops the TV while Talking. He can either watch TV or talk over phone or cook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LANGUAGE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Women can easily learn many languages. Her brain set up. But can not find the solutions to problems Men can not easily  learn languages; he can easily solve the problems.3 year old gal has three times higher vocabulary than 3 year old boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ANALYTICAL SKILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Men's brain has lot of space for handling the analytical process. So easily he can analyze and find the solution for a process. He can design (blue print) a map of a building easily. If a complex map is viewed by women, she can not understand it. She can not understand the details of the map easily. For her it is dump of lines in a paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAR DRIVING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;While driving a car, men's analytical spaces are used in his brain. He can drive a car fastly. If he see an object at long distance, immediately his brain classifies the object (bus or van or car) direction and speed of the object and driving accordingly. Where as women take a long time to recognize the object direction/ speed. His single process mind stops the audio in the car (if any), then concentrating only on the driving.You can often watch, while men driving the car fastly, the women sit next to him will shout, "GO SLOW" , "CARE FULL", "AAHHH", "OHH GOD.."..etc.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Many times, when men lie to women face to face, they got caught easily. Her super natural brain observe the facial expression 70%, and the body language 20% and the words comes from mouth 10%. So he is easily caught while lieing.Men's brain does not have this. Women easily lie to men face to face. So guys, While lieing to your girls, use phone, or letter or close all the lights or cover your/her face with blanket. Don't lie face to face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROBLEM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;End of day, if men have lot of problems, his brain clearly classifies the problems and put into individual rooms of brain, the problems in individual room of brain and finding the solution one by one. You can see many guys looking on the sky's for a long times. If you disturb him, he gets irritated.End of Day, if women have lot of problems, her brain can not classify the problems. she wants some one to hear that. After telling everything to a person she goes happily to bed. She does not worry abt the problem solved or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WANTS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Men want status, success, solutions, big process... etc Women want relationship, friends, family...etc... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNHAPPY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If women unhappy with their relations, she can not concentrate on work. If men unhappy with their work, he can not concentrate on the relations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAP &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Men can easily locate the place in a complex map. His analytical brain does this. While watching a cricket match in a stadium with full of crowd, men can leave his seat to T shop and keeps everything in his mind and comes back to his seat with out problems. He uses his analytical skills space of brain.Women can't do this. They often lost their way to their seat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPEECH &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Women use indirect languages in speech. Geetha asked Vijay, "vijay do you like to have a cup of coffee?" This means, Geetha really want a cup of coffee.     In the morning......."Darling, do you think, will it be good to have an Omlette for breakfast" Men use direct language. "Geetha, I want to have a cup of coffee, Pls stop the car when you see a coffee shop". In the morning...."Darling, Can you please prepare an omelet for breakfast". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is very easy to Men. One good job, one alcohol bottle is enough for him. Women want everything in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;HANDLING EMOTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Women talk a lot without thinking, if they are in emotion. Men act a lot with out thinking. That's why many of prisoners are men all over the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-1196976094029251937?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1196976094029251937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=1196976094029251937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/1196976094029251937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/1196976094029251937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2009/02/men-women-brain-analysis.html' title='Men-Women: Brain Analysis'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-6345060712059169176</id><published>2009-01-24T04:56:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-24T05:13:35.265+05:30</updated><title type='text'>!! Fastest Gun Slinging Cow Boy in the World !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I bet no cowboy can be so fast than this guy.....UNBELIEVABLE!! check this out !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9yly7-8vcxo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9yly7-8vcxo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-6345060712059169176?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6345060712059169176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=6345060712059169176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/6345060712059169176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/6345060712059169176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2009/01/fastest-gun-slinging-cow-boy-in-world.html' title='!! Fastest Gun Slinging Cow Boy in the World !!'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-946287443941818915</id><published>2009-01-22T23:50:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-23T00:00:12.729+05:30</updated><title type='text'>!! Barack Obama's speech as American President !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/SXi53d1vPTI/AAAAAAAAAtg/hs6esbHslws/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294185724527983922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/SXi53d1vPTI/AAAAAAAAAtg/hs6esbHslws/s320/obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barack Obama was sworn in as the 44th president of the United States and the nation's first African-American president Tuesday. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a transcript of his prepared speech.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My fellow citizens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often, the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because We the People have remained faithful to the ideals of our forebearers, and true to our founding documents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land -- a nagging fear that America's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America: They will be met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn-out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of shortcuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the fainthearted -- for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things -- some celebrated, but more often men and women obscure in their labor -- who have carried us up the long, rugged path toward prosperity and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and again, these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions -- that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act -- not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology's wonders to raise health care's quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions -- who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them -- that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works -- whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account -- to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day -- because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control -- and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart -- not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our Founding Fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake. And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: Know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.&lt;br /&gt;Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort -- even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus -- and nonbelievers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West: Know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us today, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment -- a moment that will define a generation -- it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends -- hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism -- these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility -- a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation and the world; duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the price and the promise of citizenship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the source of our confidence -- the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed -- why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent Mall, and why a man whose father less than 60 years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.&lt;br /&gt;So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let it be told to the future world ... that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive... that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet [it]."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America. In the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested, we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back, nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-946287443941818915?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/946287443941818915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=946287443941818915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/946287443941818915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/946287443941818915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2009/01/barack-obamas-speech-as-american.html' title='!! 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Watch full video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NIVXhsprEXE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NIVXhsprEXE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-1826804292340599289?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1826804292340599289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=1826804292340599289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/1826804292340599289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/1826804292340599289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2009/01/incredible-indian-boy.html' title='Incredible Indian Boy'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-8081853671891905976</id><published>2008-10-15T13:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:03:35.278+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Little Angel : a good read</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My wife called, 'How long will you be with that newspaper? Will you  come here and make your darling daughter eat her food? I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter, Sindu, looked frightened; tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with curd rice. Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her  I cleared my throat and picked up the bowl. 'Sindu, darling, why don't you take a few mouthful of this curd rice? Just for Dad's sake, dear' Sindu softened a bit and wiped her tears with the back of her hands.&lt;br /&gt;'Ok, Dad. I will eat - not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this.But, you should...' Sindu hesitated. 'Dad, if I eat this entire curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?'Promise'. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, and clinched the deal. Now I became a bit anxious.'Sindu, dear, you shouldn't insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not have that kind of money right now. Ok?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; 'No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive'. Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity. I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child to eat something that she detested.                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with expectation. All our attention was on her.                               '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!' was her demand.                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'A girl child having her head shaved off? Impossible!'                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Never in our family!' My mother rasped. 'She has been watching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Sindu, darling, why don't you ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.'                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; 'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to understand our feelings?' I tried to plead with her.                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice'.Sindu was in tears. 'And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was time for me to call the shots. 'Our promise must be kept.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Are you out of your mind?' chorused my mother and wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;'No. If we go back on ourpromises, she will never learn to honour her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big and beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, 'Sinduja, please wait for me!' What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. 'May be, that is the in-stuff', I thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!' Without introducing herself,a lady got out of the car, and continued, 'that boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering from... leukemia'. She paused to muffle her sobs. 'Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates. Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue. But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son! Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.'I stood transfixed and then, I wept. 'My little Angel, you are teaching me how selfless real love is!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their own terms but are those who change their terms for the ones whom they love!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-8081853671891905976?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8081853671891905976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=8081853671891905976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/8081853671891905976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/8081853671891905976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-little-angel-good-read.html' title='My Little Angel : a good read'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-7601847104873081736</id><published>2008-05-01T23:39:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:51:34.755+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Worth Reading: She-He...And a love story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ITS TOO LONG BUT HONESTLY WRITTEN … CHECK IT OUT..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;READ IT CARE FULLY... THIS MAY HAVE HAPPEND IN UR LIFE TOOOOOOOOOO.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend:&lt;/strong&gt; Happy birthday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She :&lt;/strong&gt; Haan...tha......nk yo....u...was just getting up from the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend :&lt;/strong&gt; Oh! That means I am the first to wish you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She :&lt;/strong&gt; Naa! He has already wished me at 12 in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend :&lt;/strong&gt; Who??? She : Come on, who else, Nitin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend :&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, ok. So, what's the plan for today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She :&lt;/strong&gt; Nitin told me that he has a surprise gift for me for my Birthday. And also we are going to Flower Show today. I am excited! I have never seen the flower show that happens in Lal Baug. Actually that itself is the most wonderful gift for me.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend :&lt;/strong&gt; "Did you go to Palace grounds all the way from Basavanagudi, to see Bryan Adam's show!!! Who accompanied you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She :&lt;/strong&gt; Nitin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend :&lt;/strong&gt; By the way, who referred your CV in SoCrates? I mean you don't know anyone there, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She :&lt;/strong&gt; No, he forwarded my CV to one of his friends there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend :&lt;/strong&gt; I heard that the HR round interview went on till 8pm in the night. I think you faced difficulty in returning to your room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She :&lt;/strong&gt; No, he had come to pick me up. He came from his office, dropped me to my room and he returned to his room at around 11pm. He didn't have dinner also. I asked him to have at my room. Poor Nitin.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend :&lt;/strong&gt; If you are supposed to go home tomorrow itself then what about reservation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She :&lt;/strong&gt; I have told him, he will go to Majestic and would get it done, and he told he has some work in Majestic. That's why I am relaxed a bit.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend :&lt;/strong&gt; How was your written test in Philips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She :&lt;/strong&gt; I failed yaar. The day before the test I had prepared perfectly. Nitin had come to our room. He taught me the basics of embedded programming concepts. I was very confident only because of him. But something else was in store for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend :&lt;/strong&gt; Then, what did you do on Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She :&lt;/strong&gt; We had gone to see "RACE". He doesn't see Hindi movies. But as I was upset after failing in the Philips written test, he took me for movie. I was very happy and surprised that he himself decided for a Hindi movie, and he was very happy that I enjoyed the movie. And you know; we had dinner in Pizza hut. It was his belated B'day treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend :&lt;/strong&gt; And, what was your belated gift ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She :&lt;/strong&gt; Gift!! I had given the gift on his B'day itself. I was the first to call him at 12 in the night, he was busy throughout the day, and somehow we could meet in the evening and I gifted him with a cute time piece with a nice quote on it. He doesn't have time sense, so my time piece must always remind him of this. That day he didn't give me any treat as he had to go back to office. Yesterday I had a fight over this, you know! Poor kid.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend :&lt;/strong&gt; Hello...what about our sari shopping program in Malleshwaram?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She :&lt;/strong&gt; Listen, I will call you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend :&lt;/strong&gt; You didn't call me back in the morning, so I called now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She :&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, when you called I was in Koramangala, with Nitin. He was very upset in the morning. He had a fight with his elder brother. So, it wouldn't have been fair on my part to leave him alone. If I am with him in such situation very soon he comes back to normalcy. So I postponed the Malleshwaram program.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend :&lt;/strong&gt; Hey! What happened? You seem to be very happy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She :&lt;/strong&gt; Why not? You know today is one of the most happiest days for me. Nitin got an onsite assignment in UK, for 6 months! That's why I am very happy. All of his hard work paid today. He had been waiting for this opportunity since long. He'll be leaving next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend :&lt;/strong&gt; You will miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She :&lt;/strong&gt; Badly. I am so much dependent on him. I must thank Sanju, through him only I got to know Nitin. Without Nitin it would have been very difficult for me to stay in this alien city with no friends, relatives and on top of all, no job. He has been so caring friend all through my tough times in this city, he is so mature, so understanding, so trustworthy...a true friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend :&lt;/strong&gt; He loves you yaar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She :&lt;/strong&gt; I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend :&lt;/strong&gt; And you? Don't you love him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She :&lt;/strong&gt; I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend :&lt;/strong&gt; Don't tell me. You also feel for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She :&lt;/strong&gt; I know yaar. He has everything that I expect in my dream-life-partner. I know I can never get a true life partner like him. But I don't want to commit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend :&lt;/strong&gt; What is stopping you? I really don't understand. When Miya-beevi are razi kya karega kazi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She :&lt;/strong&gt; Please...don't say like that. I never told him that I love him or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend :&lt;/strong&gt; Is he a fool not to understand your feelings which are so clear from outside only? Poor fellow, don't leave him alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She :&lt;/strong&gt; I have told him everything about my family. He knows how orthodox my parents are. They can never expect me marrying a guy from a different caste. They trust me. Come what may, I will not hurt my parent's feelings. I cannot imagine also. Now they are happily searching a guy for me in my native place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend :&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm, I don't understand at all.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She :&lt;/strong&gt; This Saturday I have to go home, a guy is coming to see me. Friend : Oh! Is it? Good news yaar. Your first interview! Wish you all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend :&lt;/strong&gt; Any guesses, who is he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She :&lt;/strong&gt; Please yaar. I am least bothered and least interested. For the sake of my parents' happiness I have agreed for this.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend :&lt;/strong&gt; What about the interview, I was expecting your call actually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She :&lt;/strong&gt; Nothing so special. I didn't like the guy's attitude. I told my parents clearly. My parents are very understanding and so they too told me that they won't go ahead with this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend :&lt;/strong&gt; But still you should have analyzed properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She :&lt;/strong&gt; I shared my views with Nitin. He had called me the next day. He didn't suggest me anything. He didn't tell me to say "yes" or "no", he didn't preach what is right or what is wrong. But after talking to him I was satisfied that whatever decision I took was right.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend :&lt;/strong&gt; Yesterday your mobile was engaged for more than half an hour. I kept trying, but I slept after 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She :&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, I was talking to Nitin. He is very much worried about my marriage. He is concerned whether I would get a guy of my choice or not, whether I would be happy with him or not. I was very sad to know this. But I am helpless. I pacified him and convinced that whatever my parents do, that will be the best for me, so no need to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend :&lt;/strong&gt; How Nitin will feel after you get married? Will he not be upset all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She :&lt;/strong&gt; Time will change everything. He will start living again. Was he not leading a normal life before I came into his life? It's all matter of time. Even I can't do anything other than pacifying him and myself with these philosophical statements.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Finally " She" got engaged with a guy of her parent's choice (with her "yes" of course). She is in touch with both Nitin and the new " him" regularly through chatting in Yahoo Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;Finally " She" got happily married to " him", very soon converting Nitin into memories, but deleting the memories was slow and almost impossible for Nitin.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Why do girls do like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She needs him when she is new to the city. She needs his help in finding out a PG or hostel for her She makes him prepare a good-format-CV for her She needs him to drop her to the venue of a walk-in interview She expects him to collect all the consultants' mail ids She needs him while preparing for the interviews She needs his help in identifying HER skill sets, strengths and weakness! She wants him to conduct a mock-interview for her! She gives her yahoo mail id password so that he can forward her CV to consultants through internet in his office (in office hours!) She needs him for boosting her confidence when she fails in the 1 st written test in her life She wants him to take her to M.G Road , Brigade Road, Forum and Big bazaar She needs his company while visiting all the temples in Malleshwaram on Vijayadashami, though he is not a believer of God. She asks his opinions on importance of marriage She wants him to be a shoulder to cry when her parents force her for marriage She needs his help in preparing her mind for the first interview with a guy She needs his help in deciding about the marriage proposal She loves to share her happiness with him when she gets engaged She expects him to attend her marriage (Come on guys, he is a true friend of her!)&lt;br /&gt;The guy does all this honestly, without saying a single "No".&lt;br /&gt;He loves her. He cares for her. Whatever he is today; it is only because of her entry in to his life. He treats her as his life. She changed him. It is only because of her, he is smiling. It is only because of her, he has forgotten the past bitter experiences. She is the first person in his life to influence him so much. He was the " bhatka hua musafir " and she came as his " manzil". He threw the cigarette in the dust-bin because of her. He has cultivated a positive attitude towards marriage and family because of her. She is the perfect Indian woman he has ever seen. He keeps a photo of Lord Krishna in his purse now; only because of her (also it is her favorite deity!). Weekends come and go without his notice; it is only because of her. He stopped going to office on Weekends; it is only because of her. Onsite project was his dream; he puts all his efforts now, not to get an onsite assignment but to get a job for her in Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The girl depends on the guy as if she never lived and can never live without him. Guy behaves as if he has taken birth on this earth only to care for that lady. She treats him as a shoulder to cry and he treats her as a puppy in a rain storm. She loves to depend and he loves to take care, finally they fall in so called "love", ultimately adding an unnecessary trauma to life. Girls want a perfect life partner but they don't want to hurt their parents' feelings, guys know that they can't get her but still they want to care for her(because they want her to be happy wherever she is and with whoever she is).Great! Or shall I say crap!&lt;br /&gt;Or I think no need to be so serious about it.&lt;br /&gt;She gets engaged, life goes on... Long lasting phone calls become short and sweet, life goes on... A heart which was used to "Good morning" SMSs learns to be happy with just the "Happy weekend" SMSs, life goes on... No more "Unread messages" in the yahoo mail, life goes on... No one to share coffee at "Barista" at the end of a tiring working day, life goes on... No more consultants' calls to be diverted and life goes on... He starts smoking again, life goes on... He is still living in flashback, and no looking back for her, but life goes on... He gets promoted, he is a manager, she is mother of two kids, and life goes on... He is in his late twenties, happily married to a beautiful, understanding, mature, caring, broad minded wife! Anyway life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, among these "Nitin "s someone will come up as "Cheran" (ace Tamil film director)and make a wonderful movie "My autograph" telling us of his unsuccessful love stories, or someone will come up as "Sudeep"( Kannada film actor turned director) who goes to his flashback after seeing this movie and then decides remaking this movie in Kannada, giving common people an opportunity to relive their past love-life at least for 3 hours, that too with their spouses, without any problem! Because there is " She" in every wife and there is Nitin in every husband (most of the times!). There are dumb spectators like " Friend" who are puzzled to see the whole episode between "She" and Nitin and just ask themselves " WHAT IT IS???" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can anyone say that it has never happened in their life...?? ..Well, give it a minute to think ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-7601847104873081736?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7601847104873081736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=7601847104873081736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/7601847104873081736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/7601847104873081736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2008/05/worth-reading-she-heand-love-story.html' title='Worth Reading: She-He...And a love story'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-4555608604032793833</id><published>2008-04-11T23:33:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:47:58.959+05:30</updated><title type='text'>100 Reasons To Make Someone Smile: SO TRUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-qYSRdyDI/AAAAAAAAADk/Gg3F1bcm-ww/s1600-h/dog-smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188052629952776242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-qYSRdyDI/AAAAAAAAADk/Gg3F1bcm-ww/s320/dog-smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;01. Call an old friend, just to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;02. Hold a door open for a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;03. Invite someone to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;04. Compliment someone on his or her appearance.&lt;br /&gt;05. Ask a coworker for their opinion on a project.&lt;br /&gt;06. Bring cookies to work.&lt;br /&gt;07. Let someone cut in during rush hour traffic.&lt;br /&gt;08. Leave a waitress or waiter a big tip.&lt;br /&gt;09. Tell a cashier to have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;10. Call your parents.&lt;br /&gt;11. Let someone know you miss them.&lt;br /&gt;12. Treat someone to a movie.&lt;br /&gt;13. Let a person know you really appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;14. Visit a retirement center.&lt;br /&gt;15. Take a child to the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;16. Fill up your spouse's car with gas.&lt;br /&gt;17. Surprise someone with a small gift.&lt;br /&gt;18. Leave a thank-you note for the cleaning staff at work.&lt;br /&gt;19. Write a letter to a distant relative.&lt;br /&gt;20. Tell someone you thought about them the other day.&lt;br /&gt;21. Put a dime in a stranger's parking meter before the time expires.&lt;br /&gt;22. Bake a cake for a neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;23. Send someone flowers to where they work.&lt;br /&gt;24. Invite a friend to tea.&lt;br /&gt;25. Recommend a good book to someone..&lt;br /&gt;26. Donate clothing to a charity.&lt;br /&gt;27. Offer an elderly person a ride to where they need to go.&lt;br /&gt;28. Bag your own groceries at the checkout counter..&lt;br /&gt;29. Give blood.&lt;br /&gt;30. Offer free baby-sitting to a friend who's&lt;br /&gt;really busy or just needs a break.&lt;br /&gt;31. Help your neighbor rake leaves or shovel snow.&lt;br /&gt;32. Offer your seat to someone when there aren't any left.&lt;br /&gt;33. Help someone with a heavy load.&lt;br /&gt;34. Ask to see a store's manager and comment on the great service.&lt;br /&gt;35. Give your place in line at the grocery store&lt;br /&gt;to someone who has only a few items.&lt;br /&gt;36. Hug someone in your family for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;37. Wave to a child in the car next to you.&lt;br /&gt;38. Send a thank-you note to your doctor.&lt;br /&gt;39. Repeat something nice you heard about someone else.&lt;br /&gt;40. Leave a joke on someone's answering machine.&lt;br /&gt;41. Be a mentor or coach to someone.&lt;br /&gt;42. Forgive a loan.&lt;br /&gt;43. Fill up the copier machine with paper after you're done using it.&lt;br /&gt;44. Tell someone you believe in them.&lt;br /&gt;45. Share your umbrella on a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;46. Welcome new neighbors with flowers or a plant.&lt;br /&gt;47. Offer to watch a friend's home while they're away..&lt;br /&gt;48. Ask someone if they need you to pick up&lt;br /&gt;anything while you're out shopping..&lt;br /&gt;49. Ask a child to play a board game, and let them win.&lt;br /&gt;50. Ask an elderly person to tell you about the good old days.&lt;br /&gt;51. During bad weather, plan an indoor picnic with the family.&lt;br /&gt;52. Buy someone a goldfish and bowl.&lt;br /&gt;53. Compliment someone on their cooking and&lt;br /&gt;politely ask for a second helping.&lt;br /&gt;54. Dance with someone who hasn't been asked.&lt;br /&gt;55. Tell someone you mentioned them in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;56. Give children's clothes to another family&lt;br /&gt;when your kids outgrow them.&lt;br /&gt;57. Deliver extra vegetables from your garden&lt;br /&gt;to the whole neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;58. Call your spouse just to say, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;59. Call someone's attention to a rainbow or beautiful sunset.&lt;br /&gt;60. Invite someone to go bowling.&lt;br /&gt;61. Figure out someone's half-birthday by adding 182 days,&lt;br /&gt;and surprise them with a cake.&lt;br /&gt;62. Ask someone about their children.&lt;br /&gt;63. Tell someone which quality you like most about them.&lt;br /&gt;64. Brush the snow off of the car next to yours.&lt;br /&gt;65. Return your shopping cart to the front of the store.&lt;br /&gt;66. Encourage someone's dream, no matter how big or small it is.&lt;br /&gt;67. Pay for a stranger's cup of coffee without them knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;68. Leave a love letter where your partner will find it.&lt;br /&gt;69. Ask an older person for their advice.&lt;br /&gt;70. Offer to take care of someone's pet while they're away.&lt;br /&gt;71. Tell a child you're proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;72. Visit a sick person, or send them a care package.&lt;br /&gt;73. Join a Big Brother or Sister program.&lt;br /&gt;74. Leave a piece of candy on a coworker's desk.&lt;br /&gt;75. Bring your child to work with you for the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;76. Give someone a recording of their favorite music.&lt;br /&gt;77. Email a friend some information about&lt;br /&gt;a topic they are especially interested in.&lt;br /&gt;78. Give someone a homemade gift.&lt;br /&gt;79. Write a poem for someone.&lt;br /&gt;80. Bake some cookies for your local fire or police department.&lt;br /&gt;81. Organize a neighborhood cleanup and have a barbecue afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;82. Help a child build a birdhouse or similar project.&lt;br /&gt;83. Check in on an old person, just to see if they're okay.&lt;br /&gt;84. Ask for the recipe after you eat over at someone's house.&lt;br /&gt;85. Personally welcome a new employee at work&lt;br /&gt;and offer to take them out for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;86. While in a car, ask everyone to buckle up&lt;br /&gt;because they are important to you.&lt;br /&gt;87. Let someone else eat the last slice of cake or pizza.&lt;br /&gt;88. Stop and buy a drink from a kid's lemonade stand.&lt;br /&gt;89. Forgive someone when they apologize.&lt;br /&gt;90. Wave to someone looking for a parking space when&lt;br /&gt;you're about to leave a shopping center.&lt;br /&gt;91. Send a copy of an old photograph to a childhood friend.&lt;br /&gt;92. Leave a pint of your spouse's favorite flavor of&lt;br /&gt;ice cream in the freezer with a bow on it.&lt;br /&gt;93. Do a household chore that is usually done&lt;br /&gt;by someone else in the family.&lt;br /&gt;94. Be especially happy for someone when&lt;br /&gt;they tell you their good news..&lt;br /&gt;95. Compliment a coworker on their role in a successful project.&lt;br /&gt;96. Give your spouse a spontaneous back rub at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;97. Serve someone in your family breakfast in bed.&lt;br /&gt;98. Ask someone if they've lost weight.&lt;br /&gt;99. Make a donation to a charity in someone's honor.&lt;br /&gt;100. Take a child to a ballgame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-4555608604032793833?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4555608604032793833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=4555608604032793833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/4555608604032793833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/4555608604032793833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2008/04/100-reasons-to-make-someone-smile-so.html' title='100 Reasons To Make Someone Smile: SO TRUE'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-qYSRdyDI/AAAAAAAAADk/Gg3F1bcm-ww/s72-c/dog-smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-7087442587416812426</id><published>2008-04-05T22:51:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:58:48.690+05:30</updated><title type='text'>EFFECTIVE TIPS FOR GOOGLE SEARCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Several of us use Google through out the day for simple stuff, but we've never quite grasped the power of this tool. So, I am copy/pasting some tips from an article that David Pogue published in NY Times. (Pogue is a column writer for NY Times' weekly Circuits e-magazine.) Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NOT REALLY CHECKED IT. LET ME KNOW IF ANY ONE OF THESE TRICKS ARE NOT WORKING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;• Download and install the Google toolbar. Not only does it put the Google search box into your browser full-time, but it also blocks pop-up ads and fills in forms for you. For Windows at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://toolbar.google.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://toolbar.google.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; . (Ad blocking, form-filling and Google's search box are already built into the Apple's Web browser, Safari.)&lt;br /&gt;• Phrase your question in the form of an answer. So instead of typing, "What is the average rainfall in the Amazon basin?", you might get better results by typing "The average rainfall in the Amazon basin is."&lt;br /&gt;• This is an old one, but very important: Put quotes around phrases that must be searched together. If you put quotes around "electric curtains," Google won't waste your time finding one set of Web pages containing the word "electric" and another set containing the word "curtains."&lt;br /&gt;• Similarly, put a hyphen right before any word you want screened out. If you're looking up dolphins, for example, you'll have to wade through a million Miami Dolphins pages unless you search for "dolphins -Miami."&lt;br /&gt;• Google is a global White Pages and Yellow Pages. Search for "phonebook:home depot norwalk, ct," Google instantly produces the address and phone number of the Norwalk Home Depot. This works with names ("phonebook:robert jones las vegas, NV") as well as businesses.&lt;br /&gt;Don't put any space after "phonebook." And in all of the following examples, don't type the quotes I'm showing you here.&lt;br /&gt;• Google is a package tracker. Type a FedEx or UPS package number (just the digits); when you click Search, Google offers a link to its tracking information.&lt;br /&gt;• Google is a calculator. Type in an equation ("32+2345*3-234=").&lt;br /&gt;• Google is a units-of-measurement converter. Type "teaspoons in a gallon," for example, or "centimeters in a foot."&lt;br /&gt;• Google is a stock ticker. Type in AAPL or MSFT, for example, to see a link to the current Apple or Microsoft stock price, graphs, financial news and so on.&lt;br /&gt;• Google is an atlas. Type in an area code, like 212, to see a Mapquest map of the area.&lt;br /&gt;• Google is Wal-Mart's computer. Type in a UPC bar code number, such as "036000250015," to see the description of the product you've just "scanned in." (Thanks to the Google Blog, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://google.blogspace.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://google.blogspace.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; , for this tip and the next couple.)&lt;br /&gt;• Google is an aviation buff. Type in a flight number like "United 22" for a link to a map of that flight's progress in the air. Or type in the tail number you see on an airplane for the full registration form for that plane.&lt;br /&gt;• Google is the Department of Motor Vehicles. Type in a VIN (vehicle identification number, which is etched onto a plate, usually on the door frame, of every car), like "JH4NA1157MT001832," to find out the car's year, make and model.&lt;br /&gt;• For hours of rainy-day entertainment, visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://labs.google.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://labs.google.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; . Here, you'll find links to new, half-finished Google experiments-like Google Voice, in which you call (650) 623-6706, speak the words you want to search for and then open your browser to view the results. Disclaimer: It wasn't working when I tried it. (Ditto a lot of these experiments.)&lt;br /&gt;• Poke around the "Services &amp;amp; Tools" link on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://google.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Google.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; home page and you'll find some of the better-known lesser-known Google features, if that makes any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, there's Froogle (product search), News, Groups (Internet discussion boards), Google Catalogs (hundreds of scanned-in product catalogs), Images (find graphics and photos from other people's Web sites), Blogger (publish your own online journal), Google language translation, Google Answers (pay a couple of bucks to have a professional researcher find the answers for you) and much more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-7087442587416812426?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7087442587416812426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=7087442587416812426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/7087442587416812426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/7087442587416812426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2008/04/effective-tips-for-google-serch.html' title='EFFECTIVE TIPS FOR GOOGLE SEARCH'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-402884018949565928</id><published>2008-04-05T22:35:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:50:03.688+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Honestly A True Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The man had fought for the US in the War against IRAQ and after returning, he had got married with the girl he was in Love with... 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_ezQuQ7UhI/AAAAAAAAADM/zqn7TXcKVOU/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_ezd-Q7UiI/AAAAAAAAADU/BuOb8dfNPd0/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185810823451988514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_ezd-Q7UiI/AAAAAAAAADU/BuOb8dfNPd0/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-402884018949565928?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/402884018949565928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=402884018949565928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/402884018949565928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/402884018949565928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2008/04/honestly-true-love-story.html' title='Honestly A True Love Story'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_eyH-Q7UcI/AAAAAAAAACk/XcC9U9OjGAk/s72-c/00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-8043484722787177517</id><published>2008-04-05T22:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:35:26.610+05:30</updated><title type='text'>STROKE IDENTIFICATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;STROKE IDENTIFICATION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;During a party, a friend stumbled and took a little fall - she assured everyone that she was fine and just tripped over a brick because of her new shoes. (they offered to call ambulance) They got her cleaned up and got her a new plate of food - while she appeared a bit shaken up, Ingrid went about enjoying herself the rest of the evening. Ingrid's husband called later telling everyone that his wife had been taken to the hospital - (at 6:00pm , Ingrid passed away.) She had suffered a stroke at the party.. Had they known how to identify the signs of a stroke, perhaps Ingrid would be with us today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some don't die. They end up in a helpless, hopeless condition instead. It only takes a minute to read this... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WHAT NEUROLOGIST SAYS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A neurologist says that if he can get to a stroke victim within 3 hours he can totally reverse the effects of a stroke...totally. He said the trick was getting a stroke recognized, diagnosed, and then getting the patient medically cared for within 3 hours, which is tough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RECOGNIZING A STROKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the "3" steps, STR . Read and Learn! Sometimes symptoms of a stroke are difficult to identify. Unfortunately, the lack of awareness spells disaster. The stroke victim may suffer severe brain damage when people nearby fail to recognize the symptoms of a stroke. Now doctors say a bystander can recognize a stroke by askingthree simple questions :&lt;br /&gt;S * Ask the individual to SMILE . T* = TALK. Ask the person to SPEAK A SIMPLE SENTENCE (Coherently) (eg "It is sunny out today").R* Ask him or her to RAISE BOTH ARMS .&lt;br /&gt;If he or she has trouble with ANY ONE of these tasks, call the ambulanceand describe the symptoms to the dispatcher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE :&lt;/strong&gt; Another 'sign' of a stroke is 1.. Ask the person to 'stick' out their tongue.&lt;br /&gt;2. If the tongue is 'crooked', if it goes to one side or the other that is also an indication of a stroke.&lt;br /&gt;A prominent cardiologist says if everyone who gets this e-mail sends it to 10 people; you can bet that at least one life will be saved.&lt;br /&gt;….and it could be your own…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-8043484722787177517?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8043484722787177517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=8043484722787177517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/8043484722787177517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/8043484722787177517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2008/04/stroke-identification.html' title='STROKE IDENTIFICATION'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-7777828438693496430</id><published>2008-03-26T08:16:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-26T08:22:53.265+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tips on Filling your Vehicles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey Guys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my friend sent me this useful info. Check it out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R-m6HOQ7UbI/AAAAAAAAACc/mCoOTyt3ZJU/s1600-h/petrol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181877479517409714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R-m6HOQ7UbI/AAAAAAAAACc/mCoOTyt3ZJU/s320/petrol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ONLY BUY OR FILL UP YOUR CAR OR BIKKIE IN THE EARLY MORNING WHEN THE GROUND TEMPERATURE IS STILL COLD. Remember that all service stations have their storage tanks buried below ground. The colder the ground, the denser the fuel, when it gets warmer petrol expands, so buying in the afternoon or in the evening.... your litre is not exactly a litre. In the petroleum business, the specific gravity and the temperature of the petrol, diesel and jet fuel, ethanol and other petroleum products play an important role. A 1degree rise in temperature is a big deal for this business. But the service stations do not have temperature compensation at the pumps. Compiled byRamesh Patelon 16.03.2008 @ 10:00Hrs. Page 1 of 2 WHEN YOU'RE FILLING UP, DO NOT SQUEEZE THE TRIGGER OF THE NOZZLE TO A FAST MODE. If you look, you will see that the trigger has three (3) stages: low, middle, and high. In slow mode, you should be pumping on low speed, thereby minimizing the vapours that are created, while you are pumping. All hoses at the pump have a vapour return. If you are pumping on the fast rate, some of the liquid that goes to your tank becomes vapour. Those vapours are being sucked up and back into the underground storage tank so you're getting less worth for your money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT TIPS IS TO FILL UP WHEN YOUR TANK IS HALF FULL. The reason for this is, the more fuel you have in your tank, the less air occupying its empty space. Petrol evaporates faster than you can imagine. Petroleum storage tanks have an internal floating roof. This roof serves as zero clearance between the petrol and the atmosphere, so it minimizes the evaporation. Unlike service stations, here where I work, every truck that we load is temperature compensated, so that every litre is actually the exact amount. ANOTHER REMINDER, IF THERE IS A FUEL TRUCK PUMPING INTO THE STORAGE TANKS, WHEN YOU STOP TO BUY, DO NOT FILL UP - most likely the petrol/diesel is being stirred up as the fuel is being delivered, and you might pick up some of the dirt that normally settles on the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope, this will help you get the maximum value for your money. HE HE HE ..!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-7777828438693496430?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7777828438693496430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=7777828438693496430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/7777828438693496430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/7777828438693496430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2008/03/tips-on-filling-your-vehicles.html' title='Tips on Filling your Vehicles'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R-m6HOQ7UbI/AAAAAAAAACc/mCoOTyt3ZJU/s72-c/petrol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-4711549211070384111</id><published>2007-08-03T18:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-03T18:46:49.082+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Questions and Answers !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/RrMqFaWsUaI/AAAAAAAAABA/8dWZ2gpMaHY/s1600-h/qts.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094461875948376482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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What programming language is GOOGLE developed in?&lt;br /&gt;2. What is the expansion of YAHOO?&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the expansion of ADIDAS?&lt;br /&gt;4. Expansion of Star as in Star TV Network?&lt;br /&gt;5. What is expansion of "ICICI?"&lt;br /&gt;6. What does "baker's dozen" signify?&lt;br /&gt;7. The 1984-85 season. 2nd ODI between India and Pakistan at Sialkot - India 210/3 with Vengsarkar 94*. Match abandoned. Why?&lt;br /&gt;8. Who is the only man to have written the National Anthems for twodifferent countries?&lt;br /&gt;9. From what four word expression does the word `goodbye` derive?&lt;br /&gt;10. How was Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu better known?&lt;br /&gt;11. Name the only other country to have got independence on Aug 15th?&lt;br /&gt;12. Why was James Bond Associated with the Number 007?&lt;br /&gt;13. Who faced the first ball in the first ever One day match?&lt;br /&gt;14. Which cricketer played for South Africa before it was banned frominternational cricket and later represented Zimbabwe ?&lt;br /&gt;15. The faces of which four Presidents are carved at Mt.Rushmore?&lt;br /&gt;16. Which is the only country that is surrounded from all sides by only one country (other than Vatican )?&lt;br /&gt;17. Which is the only sport which is not allowed to play left handed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE YOU GO ...... (answers) :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Google is written in Asynchronous java-script and XML, or its acronym Ajax.&lt;br /&gt;2. Yet Another Hierarchy of Officious Oracle.&lt;br /&gt;3. ADIDAS- All Day I Dream About Sports.&lt;br /&gt;4. Satellite Television Asian Region.&lt;br /&gt;5. Industrial credit and Investments Corporation of India.&lt;br /&gt;6. A baker's dozen consists of 13 items - 1 more than the items in a normal dozen.&lt;br /&gt;7. That match was abandoned after people heard the news of Indira Gandhi being killed.&lt;br /&gt;8. Rabindranath Tagore who wrote national anthem for two different countries one is our 's National anthem and another one is for Bangladesh- (Amar Sonar* *Bangla).&lt;br /&gt;9. Goodbye comes from the ex-pression: 'god be with you'.&lt;br /&gt;10. Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu is none other Mother Teresa.&lt;br /&gt;11. South Korea.&lt;br /&gt;12. Because 007 is the ISD code for Russia (or the USSR , as it was known during the cold war).&lt;br /&gt;13. Geoffrey Boycott.&lt;br /&gt;14. John Traicos.&lt;br /&gt;15. George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Theodore Roosevelt, and Abraham Lincoln.&lt;br /&gt;16. Lesotho surrounded from all sides by South Africa.&lt;br /&gt;17. Polo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INTERESTING HUH ???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-4711549211070384111?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4711549211070384111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=4711549211070384111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/4711549211070384111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/4711549211070384111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2007/08/interesting-questions-and-answers.html' title='Interesting Questions and Answers !!'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/RrMqFaWsUaI/AAAAAAAAABA/8dWZ2gpMaHY/s72-c/qts.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-557220373038942643</id><published>2007-07-23T14:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-23T14:26:44.152+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MARRIAGE: a very good read</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my friend forwarded me this mail and I found it worth reading. I thought this is something I should share with you. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/RqRsh6WsUYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/g_zQIUqa2uo/s1600-h/m.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090312808691421570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/RqRsh6WsUYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/g_zQIUqa2uo/s320/m.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand andsaid, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again Iobserved the hurt in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know whatI was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly,why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away thechopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talkto each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what hadhappened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactoryanswer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I justpitied her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated thatshe could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent tenyears of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for herwasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had saidfor I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, whichwas what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind ofrelease. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for severalWeeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something atthe table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleepvery fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did notcare so I turned over and was asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't wantanything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. Sherequested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a lifeas possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month'stime and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me torecall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of ourbedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Justto make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly andthought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to facethe divorce, she said scornfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention wasexplicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we bothappeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in hisarms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sittingroom, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. Sheclosed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. Inodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She wentto wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on mychest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn'tlooked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was notyoung any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying!Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I haddone to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacyreturning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy wasgrowing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry heras the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dressesbut could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses havegrown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was thereason why I could carry her more easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in herheart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. Tohim, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential partof his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged himtightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mindat this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom,through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my necksoftly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our weddingday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held herin my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I heldher tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking thedoor. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walkedupstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not wantthe divorce anymore.&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have afever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won'tdivorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn'tvalue the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our weddingday I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammedthe door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife.The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote,I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank ,blah..blah..blah.These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-557220373038942643?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/557220373038942643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=557220373038942643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/557220373038942643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/557220373038942643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2007/07/marriage-very-good-read.html' title='MARRIAGE: a very good read'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/RqRsh6WsUYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/g_zQIUqa2uo/s72-c/m.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-7154270420354568426</id><published>2007-07-23T12:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-23T14:11:07.231+05:30</updated><title type='text'>10 Craziest Excuses for Being Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Check out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;10 Craziest Excuses for Being Late to Office&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By Rosemary Haefner, Vice President of Human Resources for CareerBuilder.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/RqRZsaWsUXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hn8vyOR5Nbc/s1600-h/raccoon.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090292098359120242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/RqRZsaWsUXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hn8vyOR5Nbc/s320/raccoon.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been one of those mornings. You overslept, spilled coffee on your shirt, the kids wouldn't wake up, and you left your gym bag at home. Late for work and need an excuse? You're not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen percent of workers say they arrive late to work at least once a week, according to a recent CareerBuilder.com survey. One-in-four of all workers (25 percent) admit to making up phony excuses to explain their tardiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons for coming in late varied from forgetting something at home to feeling sick to enduring a long commute. Thirty-one percent of workers attributed their unpunctuality to traffic, 16 percent blamed falling back asleep and 8 percent cited getting their kids ready for school or day care as the main cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the top 10 examples of the most unusual excuses employees offered their managers for arriving late to work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1. Someone was following me, and I drove all around town trying to lose them.&lt;br /&gt;2. My dog dialed 911, and the police wanted to question me about what "really" happened.&lt;br /&gt;3. My girlfriend got mad and destroyed all of my undergarments.&lt;br /&gt;4. I woke up and thought I was temporarily deaf.&lt;br /&gt;5. I just wasn't "feelin' it" this morning.&lt;br /&gt;6. I was up all night arguing with God.&lt;br /&gt;7. A raccoon stole my work shoe off my porch.&lt;br /&gt;8. I super-glued my eye thinking it was contact solution.&lt;br /&gt;9. I was putting lotion on my face when my finger went up my nose causing a nose bleed.&lt;br /&gt;10. A prostitute climbed into my car at a stop light, and I was afraid my wife would see her and think I was messing around... so I got out of the car.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As explanations vary, so do men and women when it comes to being late for work. Males are less prone to tardiness with 41 percent saying they've never been late for work in their current position compared to 37 percent of females. Men are also less likely to lie about why they're late (22 percent) -- while 28 percent of women won't tell a fib, either.&lt;br /&gt;Most of us make up excuses in fear of repercussions. Forty-four percent of hiring managers say they don't care if their employees are late as long as their work is completed on time and with good quality -- but others aren't so lenient. In fact, one-in-five hiring managers say they would consider firing an employee if he/she arrives late two or three times in a given year. The key is to know your individual manager's expectations and take the time to learn your employer's culture and policies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you're being sly with the excuse you gave your boss? Guess again. While the majority of hiring managers don't typically question the validity of the reasons provided, 27 percent say most of the time, they don't believe the excuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-7154270420354568426?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7154270420354568426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=7154270420354568426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/7154270420354568426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/7154270420354568426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2007/07/10-craziest-excuses-for-being-late.html' title='10 Craziest Excuses for Being Late'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/RqRZsaWsUXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hn8vyOR5Nbc/s72-c/raccoon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-8634810336818117467</id><published>2007-07-18T12:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:13:43.948+05:30</updated><title type='text'>OUR VIDEO: Tu hi meri shab hai</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We always wanted to do a video which should be as good as we see in any music channel and we knew its not so easy rather not possible (..lol..) with a small handycam. Though we thought lets give it a try atleast to learn something. So, one fine day we went to outskirts of hyderabad and took few amateur shots, edited and now its here to watch. Please put your comments. We are working on another ;) and this one is going to be worth watching (I hope he he he). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wNTCk1tvgmc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;VISIT AGAIN TO WATCH FOR ANOTHER. coming soon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-8634810336818117467?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8634810336818117467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=8634810336818117467' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/8634810336818117467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/8634810336818117467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2007/07/tu-hi-meri-shab-hai.html' title='OUR VIDEO: Tu hi meri shab hai'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-4677929372017544745</id><published>2007-01-16T11:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-16T11:06:42.361+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What is it? GUESS !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;CAN YOU GUESS, WHAT IS THIS?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/RaxkBWAK3nI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1bUKAm9Xdlk/s1600-h/hardisk.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020497658860199538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/RaxkBWAK3nI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1bUKAm9Xdlk/s320/hardisk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its a hard disk in 1956....  The Volume and Size of 5MB memory storage in 1956.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In September 1956 IBM launched the 305 RAMAC, the first computer with a hard disk drive (HDD). The HDD weighed over a ton and stored 5MB of data.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us start appreciating your 4 GB jump drive!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-4677929372017544745?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4677929372017544745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=4677929372017544745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/4677929372017544745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/4677929372017544745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-is-it-guess.html' title='What is it? GUESS !!'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/RaxkBWAK3nI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1bUKAm9Xdlk/s72-c/hardisk.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-2144763092924938366</id><published>2006-11-26T11:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-26T11:15:04.160+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ATM Robbery Help: GoodOne</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you should ever be forced by a robber to withdraw money from an ATM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;machine, you can notify the police by entering your Pin # in reverse.&lt;br /&gt;For example if your pin number is 1234 then you would put in 4321. The ATM recognizes&lt;br /&gt;that your pin number is backwards from the ATM card you placed in the machine.&lt;br /&gt;The machine will still give you the money you requested, but unknown to the robber, the police will be immediately dispatched to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This information was recently broadcasted on TV and it states that it is seldom used because people don't know it exists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-2144763092924938366?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2144763092924938366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=2144763092924938366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/2144763092924938366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/2144763092924938366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/11/atm-robbery-help-goodone.html' title='ATM Robbery Help: GoodOne'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-6238079172283953050</id><published>2006-11-24T18:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-24T18:59:00.469+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Discover The 90/10 Principle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Discover The 90/10 Principle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It will change your life (at least the way you react to situations).&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is this principle?&lt;/strong&gt; 10% of life is made up of what happens to you. 90% of life is decided by how you react. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What does this mean?&lt;/strong&gt; We really have no control over 10% of what happens to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We cannot stop the car from breaking down. The plane will be late arriving, which throws our whole schedule off. A driver may cut us off in traffic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We have no control over this 10%. The other 90% is different. You determine the other 90%. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How? ……….By your reaction.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You cannot control a red light. but you can control your reaction. Don't let people fool you; YOU can control how you react. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's use an example.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are eating breakfast with your family. Your daughter knocks over a cup of coffee onto your business shirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ou have no control over what just happened. What happens next will be determined by how you react. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You curse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You harshly scold your daughter for knocking the cup over. She breaks down in tears. After scolding her, you turn to your spouse and criticize her for placing the cup too close to the edge of the table. A short verbal battle follows. You storm upstairs and change your shirt. Back downstairs, you find your daughter has been too busy crying to finish breakfast and get ready for school. She misses the bus. Your spouse must leave immediately for work. You rush to the car and drive your daughter to school. Because you are late, you drive 40 miles an hour in a 30 mph speed limit. After a 15-minute delay and throwing $60 traffic fine away, you arrive at school. Your daughter runs into the building without saying goodbye. After arriving at the office 20 minutes late, you find you forgot your briefcase. Your day has started terrible. As it continues, it seems to get worse and worse. You look forward to coming home. When you arrive home, you find small wedge in your relationship with your spouse and daughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why?&lt;/strong&gt; …. Because of how you reacted in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why did you have a bad day?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A) Did the coffee cause it? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B) Did your daughter cause it? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C) Did the policeman cause it? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D) Did you cause it? The answer is “D".&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You had no control over what happened with the coffee. How you reacted in those 5 seconds is what caused your bad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is what could have and should have happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Coffee splashes over you. Your daughter is about to cry. You gently say, "Its ok honey, you just need to be more careful next time". Grabbing a towel you rush upstairs. After grabbing a new shirt and your briefcase, you come back down in time to look through the window and see your child getting on the bus. She turns and waves. You arrive 5 minutes early and cheerfully greet the staff. Your boss comments on how good the day you are having. Notice the difference? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Two different scenarios. Both started the same. Both ended different. &lt;strong&gt;Why?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because of how you REACTED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ou really do not have any control over 10% of what happens. The other 90% was determined by your reaction. Here are some ways to apply the 90/10 principle. If someone says something negative about you, don't be a sponge. Let the attack roll off like water on glass. You don't have to let the negative comment affect you! React properly and it will not ruin your day. A wrong reaction could result in losing a friend, being fired, getting stressed out etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;How do you react if someone cuts you off in traffic? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you lose your temper? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pound on the steering wheel? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A friend of mine had the steering wheel fall off) Do you curse? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Does your blood pressure skyrocket? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you try and bump them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO CARES&lt;/strong&gt; if you arrive ten seconds later at work? Why let the cars ruin your drive? Remember the 90/10 principle, and do not worry about it. You are told you lost your job. Why lose sleep and get irritated? It will work out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Use your worrying energy and time into finding another job. The plane is late; it is going to mangle your schedule for the day. Why take outpour frustration on the flight attendant? She has no control over what is going on. Use your time to study, get to know the other passenger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why get stressed out?&lt;/strong&gt; It will just make things worse. Now you know the 90-10 principle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apply it and you will be amazed at the results. You will lose nothing if you try it. The 90-10 principle is incredible. Very few know and apply this principle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The result?&lt;/strong&gt; Millions of people are suffering from undeserved stress, trials, problems and heartache. We all must understand and apply the 90/10 principle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It CAN change your life!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-6238079172283953050?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6238079172283953050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=6238079172283953050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/6238079172283953050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/6238079172283953050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/11/discover-9010-principle.html' title='Discover The 90/10 Principle'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-116150047619940054</id><published>2006-10-22T12:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-22T12:33:45.563+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An Art Where Hands Are Canvas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey Guys, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check out few really creative arts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/ShowLetter6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/ShowLetter4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/ShowLetter4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-116150047619940054?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/116150047619940054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=116150047619940054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/116150047619940054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/116150047619940054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/10/art-where-hands-are-canvas.html' title='An Art Where Hands Are Canvas'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-116124450764176502</id><published>2006-10-19T13:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-19T13:25:07.650+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Self Appraisal !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;How about trying this ??...lol !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a soda carton and pulled it over to the telephone.He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digits.The store-owner observed and listened to the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy asked, "Lady, Can you give me the job of cutting your lawn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman replied, "I already have someone to cut my lawn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lady, I will cut your lawn for half the price of the person who cuts your lawn now." replied boy.&lt;br /&gt;The woman responded that she was very satisfied with the person who was presently cutting her lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy found more perseverance and offered, "Lady, I'll even sweep your curb and your sidewalk, so on Sunday you will have the prettiest lawn in all of North Palm beach, Florida."&lt;br /&gt;Again the woman answered in the negative. With a smile on his face, the little boy replaced the receiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The store-owner, who was listening to all this, walked over to the boy and said, "Son... I like your attitude; I like that positive spirit and would like to offer you a job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy replied, "No thanks, I was just checking my performance with the job I already have. I am the one who is working for that lady, I was talking to!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-116124450764176502?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/116124450764176502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=116124450764176502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/116124450764176502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/116124450764176502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/10/self-appraisal.html' title='Self Appraisal !!'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-116073730085183210</id><published>2006-10-13T16:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-13T16:34:26.443+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WWWHAT A BIKE !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;For all those Bike Freaks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is something which you would love to see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Awesome&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HUH&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/3.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/4.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/4.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/5.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/5.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-116073730085183210?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/116073730085183210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=116073730085183210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/116073730085183210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/116073730085183210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/10/wwwhat-bike.html' title='WWWHAT A BIKE !!'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-116048322221065588</id><published>2006-10-10T17:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-10T17:57:02.220+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Humour: Memory Clinic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Two elderly couples were enjoying friendly conversation when one of the men asked the other, "Fred, how was the memory clinic you went to last month?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Outstanding," Fred replied. "They taught us all the latest psychological techniques: visualization, association. It was great."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! What was the name of the clinic?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred went blank. He thought and thought, but couldn't remember. Then a smile broke across his face and he asked, "What do you call that flower with the long stem and thorns?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mean a rose?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, that's it!" He turned to his wife, "Rose, what was the name of that memory clinic?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-116048322221065588?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/116048322221065588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=116048322221065588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/116048322221065588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/116048322221065588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/10/humour-memory-clinic.html' title='Humour: Memory Clinic'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115942944751375079</id><published>2006-09-28T12:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-28T13:26:47.926+05:30</updated><title type='text'>World's Most Expensive Chocolates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey Guys take a look at worlds most expensive &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;chocolates!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chocopologie by Knipschildt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cost : $2,600 per pound&lt;br /&gt;€2,173&lt;br /&gt;£1,491&lt;br /&gt;Can$2,992&lt;br /&gt;Aus$3,500&lt;br /&gt;Rs114,816&lt;br /&gt;Where: Norwalk, Conn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noka Vintages Collection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost: $854 per pound&lt;br /&gt;€714&lt;br /&gt;£490&lt;br /&gt;Can$982&lt;br /&gt;Aus$1,149&lt;br /&gt;Rs37,712&lt;br /&gt;Where: Dallas, Tex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Delafee &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cost: $508 per pound&lt;br /&gt;€425&lt;br /&gt;£291&lt;br /&gt;Can$584&lt;br /&gt;Aus$684&lt;br /&gt;Rs22,433&lt;br /&gt;Where: Neuchatel, Switzerland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Godiva "G" Collection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost: $120 per pound&lt;br /&gt;€100&lt;br /&gt;£69&lt;br /&gt;Can$140&lt;br /&gt;Aus$161&lt;br /&gt;Rs5,299&lt;br /&gt;Where: New York, N.Y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Richart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost: $120 per pound&lt;br /&gt;€100&lt;br /&gt;£69&lt;br /&gt;Can$140&lt;br /&gt;Aus$161&lt;br /&gt;Rs5,299 Rupees&lt;br /&gt;Where: Lyons, France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pierre Marcolini&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost: $102.50 per pound&lt;br /&gt;€86&lt;br /&gt;£59&lt;br /&gt;Can$118&lt;br /&gt;Aus$138&lt;br /&gt;Rs4,526&lt;br /&gt;Where: Brussels, Belgium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/7.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Debauve &amp; Gallais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost: $94 per pound&lt;br /&gt;€79&lt;br /&gt;£59&lt;br /&gt;Can$108&lt;br /&gt;Aus$127&lt;br /&gt;Rs4,151&lt;br /&gt;Where: Paris, France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/8.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Chuao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost: $79 per pound&lt;br /&gt;€66&lt;br /&gt;£45&lt;br /&gt;Can$90&lt;br /&gt;Aus$106&lt;br /&gt;Rs3,488&lt;br /&gt;Where: Encinitas, Calif.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/9.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Richard Donnelly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cost: $75 per pound&lt;br /&gt;€63&lt;br /&gt;£43&lt;br /&gt;Can$86&lt;br /&gt;Aus$100&lt;br /&gt;Rs3,312&lt;br /&gt;Where: Santa Cruz, Calif.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/10.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vosges Haut Chocolat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cost: $69 per pound&lt;br /&gt;€58&lt;br /&gt;£40&lt;br /&gt;Can$79&lt;br /&gt;Aus$93&lt;br /&gt;Rs3,047&lt;br /&gt;Where: Chicago, Ill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/11.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;La Maison du Chocolat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost: $65 per pound&lt;br /&gt;€54&lt;br /&gt;£37&lt;br /&gt;Can$75&lt;br /&gt;Aus$87&lt;br /&gt;Rs2,870&lt;br /&gt;Where: Paris, France &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/12.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/12.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jacques Torres Chocolate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cost: $50 per pound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;€42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;£29 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can$57&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aus$67&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rs2,208&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where: Brooklyn, N.Y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115942944751375079?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115942944751375079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115942944751375079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115942944751375079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115942944751375079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/09/worlds-most-expensive-chocolates.html' title='World&apos;s Most Expensive Chocolates'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115925626096634444</id><published>2006-09-26T13:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-26T13:07:40.980+05:30</updated><title type='text'>History of Credit Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We all are using Credit Cards but how many of us know the history of Credit Cards and how it works..??...Well, here is the small info for you guys:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Credit CardsA credit card is a thin plastic card, usually 3-1/8 inches by 2-1/8 inches in size, that contains identification information such as a signature or picture, and authorizes the person named on it to charge purchases or services to his account -- charges for which he will be billed periodically. Today, the information on the card is read by automated teller machines (ATMs), store readers, and bank and Internet computers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The use of credit cards originated in the United States during the 1920s, when individual companies, such as hotel chains and oil companies, began issuing them to customers for purchases made at those businesses. This use increased significantly after World War II. The first universal credit card -- one that could be used at a variety of stores and businesses -- was introduced by Diners Club, Inc., in 1950. With this system, the credit-card company charged cardholders an annual fee and billed them on a monthly or yearly basis. Another major universal card -- "Don't leave home without it!" -- was established in 1958 by the American Express company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first national bank plan was BankAmerica, which was started on a statewide basis in 1959 by the Bank of America in California. This system was licensed in other states starting in 1966, and was renamed Visa in 1976. Other major bank cards followed, including MasterCard, formerly Master Charge. In order to offer expanded services, such as meals and lodging, many smaller banks that earlier offered credit cards on a local or regional basis formed relationships with large national or international banks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115925626096634444?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115925626096634444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115925626096634444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115925626096634444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115925626096634444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/09/history-of-credit-cards.html' title='History of Credit Cards'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115876078710398580</id><published>2006-09-20T19:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-20T19:29:47.180+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Man Behind CTRL+ALT+DEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who Invented "CTRL+ALT+DEL" ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought of the person who invented "&lt;strong&gt;CTRL+ALT+DEL&lt;/strong&gt;" key combination? "&lt;strong&gt;David Bradely&lt;/strong&gt;"-- He is the One who spent 1 minute and 23 seconds in writing the source code that rescues the world's PC users for decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Extraordinary IBM employee retired recently after a prolong service of 29 years. His formula forces obstinate computer to restart when they no longer follow other commands. By 1980, Bradley was one of 12 people working to create the debut. The engineers knew they had to design a simple way to restart the computer when it fails to respond the user-- &lt;strong&gt;Bradely &lt;/strong&gt;wrote the code to make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bradley&lt;/strong&gt; says, "&lt;strong&gt;I did a lot of other things than "CTRL+ALT+DEL&lt;/strong&gt;" , but I am famous for that one." His fame and success is achieved each time a PC user fails. He commented his relationship with &lt;strong&gt;BIll Gates&lt;/strong&gt; by saying "&lt;strong&gt;I may have invented it, but Bill Gates made it famous by applying my formula when ever any Microsoft's Windows Operating System made by him CRASHES, thus I win when ever he loses&lt;/strong&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/bradely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/bradely.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- David Bradely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115876078710398580?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115876078710398580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115876078710398580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115876078710398580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115876078710398580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/09/man-behind-ctrlaltdel.html' title='The Man Behind CTRL+ALT+DEL'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115875625262802136</id><published>2006-09-20T16:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-20T18:14:14.680+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OUR NEW SECRETARY'S RESUME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deer Sir,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waunt to apply for the secritary job what I saw in the paper. I can Type real quik wit one finggar and do sum a counting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I am good on the phone and no I am a pepole person, Pepole really seam to respond to me belly well.&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for a jobb as a secritary but it musent be to complicaited.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I no my spelling is not to good but find that I Offen can get a job thru my persinalety. My Salerery is open so we can discus wat you want to pay me and wat you think that I am werth,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can start imeditely. Thank you in advanse fore youre anser...hopifuly Yore best aplicant so farr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinseerly,&lt;br /&gt;Peggy May Starlings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; Because my resimay is bit short - below is a pickture of me taken at my last jobb. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/secretary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/secretary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EMPLOYER'S REPLY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dear Peggy,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's OK honey, we've got the spell check....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Welcome onboard !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115875625262802136?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115875625262802136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115875625262802136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115875625262802136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115875625262802136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/09/our-new-secretarys-resume-deer-sir-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115875034384306121</id><published>2006-09-20T16:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-20T16:35:44.526+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kewl Boy's T-Shirt's One Liners</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Check out few funny T-shirt one liners, obviously these T-Shirts belongs to boys  only.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/t4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/t4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/t5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/t5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/t2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/t2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/t3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/t3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/t6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/t6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/t7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/t7.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/t8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/t8.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/t9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/t9.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115875034384306121?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115875034384306121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115875034384306121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115875034384306121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115875034384306121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/09/kewl-boys-t-shirts-one-liners.html' title='Kewl Boy&apos;s T-Shirt&apos;s One Liners'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115822096927517894</id><published>2006-09-14T13:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-14T13:32:49.283+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Humour : Dog Training Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young boy goes off to college, but about 1/3 way through the semester, he has foolishly squandered what money his parents gave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmmm," he wonders, "How am I gonna get more dough?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he gets an idea. He calls his father. "Dad," he says, "you won't believe the wonders that modern education are coming up with! Why, they actually have a program here that will teach Fido how to talk!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's absolutely amazing!" his father says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do I get him in that program?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just send him down here with $1000," the boy says, "I'll get him into the course."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, his father sends the dog and the $1000. About 2/3 way through the semester, the money runs out. The boy calls his father again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So how's Fido doing, son?" his father asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awesome, dad, he's talking up a storm," he says, "but you just won't believe this -they've had such good results with this program, that they've implemented a new one to teach the animals how to READ!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"READ!?" says his father, "No kidding! What do I have to do to get him in that program?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just send $2,500, I'll get him in the class."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his father sends the money. At the end of the semester, the boy has a problem. When he gets home, his father will find out that the dog can neither talk nor read. So he shoots the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he gets home, his father is all excited. "Where's Fido? I just can't wait to hear him talk and listen to him read something!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad," the boy says, "I have some grim news. This morning, when I got out of the shower, Fido was in the living room kicking back in the recliner, reading the morning paper, like he usually does. Then he turned to me and asked, 'So, is your dad still messing around with that little blonde who lives in Next Street?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father says, "Oh, shit; I hope you SHOT that lying son of a b****!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I sure did, Dad!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's my boy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115822096927517894?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115822096927517894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115822096927517894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115822096927517894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115822096927517894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/09/humour-dog-training-program.html' title='Humour : Dog Training Program'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115813134075764270</id><published>2006-09-13T12:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-13T12:46:57.396+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Game : Are you bored ?? Try This !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey, Are you bored in the office...?...Waiting for customer's feedback...he he he...?.....No work...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Try this simple and interesting online game, its kewl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seethru.co.uk/zine/south_coast/helicopter_game.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.seethru.co.uk/zine/south_coast/helicopter_game.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And dont forget to post me your highest score..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115813134075764270?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115813134075764270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115813134075764270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115813134075764270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115813134075764270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/09/game-are-you-bored-try-this.html' title='Game : Are you bored ?? Try This !!'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115806552083096845</id><published>2006-09-12T18:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-12T18:30:38.003+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Humour : See The Guts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;In a ship the Generals of three nations were travelling with their soldiers. They started the topic that whose soldier had more of guts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American general called for one of his men and told him to jump down the ship and take a round swimming around the moving ship. The soldier did as he was commanded and the general boasted of by saying "See the guts !".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the German general called out for one of his men and asked him to take two similar rounds.the soldier did as he was told.when he came back from the water the German said "See the guts ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Indian General called out for his most courageous man and asked him to take five similar rounds.&lt;br /&gt;The soldier promptly replied, "main tere baap ka naukar hoon "(Am I your dad's servant )? .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this the general proudly said "See the guts".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115806552083096845?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115806552083096845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115806552083096845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115806552083096845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115806552083096845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/09/humour-see-guts.html' title='Humour : See The Guts'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115805686710232186</id><published>2006-09-12T15:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-12T16:03:16.710+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Now Try To Answer This</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Try to think positive before you go down for the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was loving couple travelling in a bus in a mountainous area. They decided to get down at some place. After the couple got down at some place the bus moved on. As the bus moved on, a huge rock fell on the bus from the mountain and crushed the bus to crumbs. Everybody on board was killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple upon seeing that, said, "We wish we were on that bus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do u think they said that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down for answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on think again .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on try hard.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gave UP.....??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt;  If they had remained on the bus instead of deciding to get down, the resulting time delay could have been avoided and the rock would have fallen after the bus had passed ...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Think positive in life always and look for opportunities when u can help others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115805686710232186?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115805686710232186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115805686710232186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115805686710232186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115805686710232186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/09/now-try-to-answer-this.html' title='Now Try To Answer This'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115805492019328875</id><published>2006-09-12T15:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-12T15:26:47.523+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Few Common Incidents Of Daily Life : I Hate : And You ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s always that we get angry or hate small small incidents in our daily life. Have you ever tried to list those out? Well, I tried to do that, check out few of them:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You are most welcome to add more to this list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You open a can of soup, and the lid falls in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a dog in the neighborhood that barks at EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never put anything back in a box the way it came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You slice your tongue licking an envelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are always one or two ice cubes that won't pop out of the tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car behind you blasts its horn because you let a pedestrian finish crossing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You set the alarm on your digital clock for 7pm instead of 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The radio station doesn't tell you who sang that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rub on hand cream and can't turn the bathroom doorknob to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't look up the correct spelling of a word in the dictionary because you don't know how to spell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had that pen in your hand only a second ago, and now you can't find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reach under the table to pick something off the floor and smash your head on the way up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115805492019328875?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115805492019328875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115805492019328875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115805492019328875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115805492019328875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/09/few-common-incidents-of-daily-life-i.html' title='Few Common Incidents Of Daily Life : I Hate : And You ?'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115804811206341656</id><published>2006-09-12T13:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-12T15:46:33.146+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Six Sigma : Mumbai Tiffinwalas :</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Six Sigma is invented by again INDIANS - Mumbai Tiffinwalas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make one Error on every 16 million transactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world renowned Forbes magazine has selected them as a collossal example of six sigma's success..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logistics at its best. I was baffled on seeing the numbers. Pls. read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mumbai Tiffinwallas are international figures now thanks to Forbes Global.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Forbes story details the efficiency which with they deliver the Tiffins of their customers. Around 5000 Tiffinwallas deliver 175,000 lunches everyday and take the empty tiffin back. They make One Mistake in 2 months. This means there is one Error on every 16 million transactions. This is thus a 6 Sigma performance (a term used in quality assurance if the percentage of correctness is 99.999999) - the performance which has made companies like Motorola world famous for their Quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Following is the complete story:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumbai's "tiffinwallahs" have achieved a level of service to which Western businesses can only aspire. "Efficient organization" is not the first thought that comes to mind in India, but when the profit motive is given free rein, anything is possible. To appreciate Indian efficiency at its best, watch the tiffinwallahs at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the men who deliver 175,000 lunches (or "tiffin") each day to offices and schools throughout Mumbai, the business capital of India. Lunch is in a tin container consisting of a number of bowls, each containing a separate dish, held together in a frame. The meals are prepared in the homes of the people who commute into Mumbai each morning and delivered in their own tiffin carriers. After lunch, the process is reversed. And what a process - in it's complexity, the 5,000 tiffinwallahs make a mistake only about once every two months, according to Ragunath Medge, 42, president of the Mumbai Tiffinmen's Association. That's one error in every 8 million deliveries, or 16 million if you include the return trip. "If we made 10 mistakes a month, no one would use our service," says the craggily handsome Medge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do they do it? The meals are picked up from commuters' homes in suburbs around central Mumbai long after the commuters have left for work, delivered to them on time, then picked up and delivered home before the commuters return. Each tiffin carrier has, painted on its top, a number of symbols which identify where the carrier was picked up, the originating and destination stations and the address to which it is to be delivered. After the tiffin carriers are picked up, they are taken to the nearest railway station, where they are sorted according to the destination station. Between 10:15 a.m. and 10:45 a.m. they are loaded in crates onto the baggage cars of trains. At the destination station they are unloaded by other tiffinwallas and re-sorted, this time according to street address and floor. The 100 kilogram crates of carriers, carried on tiffinwallahs' heads, hand-wagons and cycles are delivered at 12:30 p.m., picked up at 1:30 p.m., and returned where they came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The charge for this extraordinary service is just 150 rupees ($3.33) per month, enough for the tiffinwallahs, who are mostly self-employed, to make a good living. After paying Rs. 60 per crate and Rs.120 per man per month to the Western Railway for transport, the average tiffinwallah clears about Rs.3,250. Of that sum, Rs. 10 goes to the Tiffinmen's Association. After minimal expenses, the rest of the Rs. 50,000 a month that the Association collects go to a charitable trust that feeds the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superb service and charity too. Can anyone ask for more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comments:&lt;/strong&gt; What is wonderful about this system is that it extends the design and uses the tiffinwala, the end user and their cognitive and memory structure as well. Since one tiffinwala is not going to pick more than 10-20 Tiffin, he can easily sort recognize at the originating station and deliver it to the owner. Also within a building, the tiffin wala knows which floor to deliver. Within a floor a owner can recognize his Tiffin amongst others. Thus these Tiffins carry only * A symbol (not name) of the originating station * A symbol for the destination station * A symbol for the building where the addressee is. And what is more amazing is that this is run by people, most of whom are illiterate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Salaam to the Spirit of Mumbai Tiffinwalas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115804811206341656?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115804811206341656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115804811206341656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115804811206341656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115804811206341656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/09/six-sigma-mumbai-tiffinwalas.html' title='Six Sigma : Mumbai Tiffinwalas :'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115804620837728486</id><published>2006-09-12T12:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-12T13:00:08.386+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Facts : You Should Know :</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Chewing on gum while cutting onions can help a person from stop producing tears. Try it next time you chop onions!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Until babies are six months old, they can breathe and swallow at the same time. Indeed convenient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Offered a new pen to write with, 97% of all people will write their own name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Male mosquitoes are vegetarians. Only females bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The average person's field of vision encompasses a 200-degree wide angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. To find out if a watermelon is ripe, knock it, and if it sounds hollow then it is ripe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Canadians can send letters with personalized postage stamps showing their own photos on each stamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Babies' eyes do not produce tears until the baby is approximately six to eight weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. It snowed in the Sahara Desert in February of 1979.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Plants watered with warm water grow larger and more quickly than plants watered with cold water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Wearing headphones for just an hour will increase the bacteria in your ear by 700 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Grapes explode when you put them in the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Those stars and colours you see when you rub your eyes are called phosphenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Our eyes are always the same size from birth, but our nose and ears never stop growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Everyone's tongue print is different, like fingerprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Contrary to popular belief, a swallowed chewing gum doesn't stay in the gut. It will pass through the system and be excreted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. At 40 Centigrade a person loses about 14.4 calories per hour by breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. There is a hotel in Sweden built entirely out of ice; it is rebuilt every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Cats, camels and giraffes are the only animals in the world that walk rightfoot, right foot, left foot, left foot, rather than right foot,leftfoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Onions help reduce cholesterol if eaten after a atty meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The sound you hear when you crack your knuckles is actually the sound of nitrogen gas bubbles bursting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115804620837728486?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115804620837728486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115804620837728486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115804620837728486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115804620837728486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/09/interesting-facts-you-should-know.html' title='Interesting Facts : You Should Know :'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115768856733553854</id><published>2006-09-08T09:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-08T09:39:27.350+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Humour: They Will Find Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mahesh and Mona are flying to Australia for a two-week vacation to celebrate their 40th anniversary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, over the public address system, the Captain announces, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I am afraid I have some very bad news. Our engines have Ceased functioning and we will attempt an emergency landing. Luckily, I see an uncharted island below us and we should be able to land on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the odds are that we may never be rescued and will have to live on the island for the rest of our lives!"&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the skill of the flight crew, the plane lands safely on the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later Mahesh turns to his wife and asks, "Mona, did we pay our Rs 5lakh deposit cheque yet to ICICI Bank?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, sweetheart," she responds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahesh, still shaken from the crash landing, then asks, "Mona, did we pay our ICICI Bank Master card yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no! I'm sorry. I forgot to send the cheque," she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One last thing, Mona. Did you remember to send cheques for the auto loan to them too this month?" he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, forgive me, Mahesh," begged Mona. "I didn't send that one, either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahesh grabs her and gives her the biggest kiss in 40 years. Mona pulls away and asks him, "So, why did you kiss me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahesh answers,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"They'll find us!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115768856733553854?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115768856733553854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115768856733553854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115768856733553854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115768856733553854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/09/humour-they-will-find-us.html' title='Humour: They Will Find Us'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115763228455619573</id><published>2006-09-07T17:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-07T18:01:24.556+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Really Funny: Farting Problem !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A cute little old lady goes to the doctor and says, "Doctor I have this problem with gas, but it really doesn't bother me too much. They never smell and are always silent. As a matter of fact I've farted at least 10 times since I've been here in your office. You didn't know I was farting because they don't smell and are silent."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor says, "I see. Take these pills and come back to see me next week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week the lady returns. "Doctor," she says, "I don't know what the heck you gave me, but now my farts, although still silent, stink terribly".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good," the doctor said. "Now that we've cleared up your sinuses, let's work on your hearing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115763228455619573?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115763228455619573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115763228455619573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115763228455619573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115763228455619573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/09/really-funny-farting-problem.html' title='Really Funny: Farting Problem !!'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115763151817217915</id><published>2006-09-07T17:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-07T17:51:37.423+05:30</updated><title type='text'>O!! Attractive Woman !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A rather attractive woman goes up to the register in an upscale hamburger establishment. She gestures alluringly to a large man who comes over immediately. When he arrives, she seductively signals that he should bring his face close to hers. When he does so, she begins to gently caress his cheek, which is slowly turning a crimson red. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you the owner?" she asks, now softly stroking his face with both hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually, no," he replies."I'm just the manager."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you get him for me?I need to speak to him," she asks, running her hands up beyond his ears and into his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm afraid I can't," breathes the manager - clearly aroused. "He's in the back doingtaxes right now. Is there anything I can do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes there is.I need you to give him a message," she continues huskily, popping a couple of fingers into his mouth and allowing him to lick them gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell him" she says - "that there is no toilet paper or hand soap in the ladies room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115763151817217915?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115763151817217915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115763151817217915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115763151817217915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115763151817217915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/09/o-attractive-woman.html' title='O!! Attractive Woman !!'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115763102844081577</id><published>2006-09-07T17:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-07T17:40:28.450+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Strange Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, "My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, "We can't tell you. You're not a monk."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery. The monks accept him, feed him, even fix his car. That night, he hears the same strange noise that he had heard years earlier. The next morning, he asks what it is, but the monks reply, "We can't tell you. You're not a monk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man says, "All right, all right. I'm *dying* to know. If the only way I can find out what that sound was is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monks reply, "You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man sets about his task. Forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, "I have traveled the earth and have found what you have asked for. There are 145,236,284,232 bladesof grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monks reply, "Congratulations. You are now a monk. We shall now show you the way to the sound." The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, "The sound is right behind that door."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He says, "Real funny. May I have the key?" The monks give him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man demands the key to the stone door. The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is *another* door, this one made of sapphire. So it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald, silver, topaz, amethyst...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the monks say, "This is the last key to the last door." The man is relieved to no end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is amazed to find the source of that strange sound....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't tell you what it is because you're not a monk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115763102844081577?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115763102844081577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115763102844081577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115763102844081577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115763102844081577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/09/strange-story.html' title='Strange Story'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115752652803217982</id><published>2006-09-06T12:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-06T12:55:26.013+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pls Dont Mind: Misconceptions On Food And Diet Habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt; Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a lamb eat? Leaves and corn. And what are these? Vegetables right?&lt;br /&gt;So, a kabab is nothing more than an efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your system.&lt;br /&gt;And if you need grain? Eat chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt; Should I reduce my alcohol intake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; No, not at all. Wine is made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine, that means they take the water out of the fruity bit so you get even more of the goodness that way. Beer is also made out of grain.&lt;br /&gt;Its only the misconception, that narrow minded people have. So, Bottoms up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt; Aren't fried foods bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!!! Foods are fried these days in vegetable oil.How could getting more vegetables be bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt; Is chocolate bad for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; Are you crazy? HELLO ...... Cocoa beans ... another vegetable ! It's the best feel-good food around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt; Is swimming good for your figure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; If swimming is good for your figure, explain whales &amp;amp; hippos to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt; Is getting in shape important for my lifestyle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey! 'Round' is a shape OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had About food and diets...If you have any doubts on food habits do write me...he he he !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115752652803217982?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115752652803217982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115752652803217982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115752652803217982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115752652803217982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/09/pls-dont-mind-misconceptions-on-food.html' title='Pls Dont Mind: Misconceptions On Food And Diet Habits'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115752558464008326</id><published>2006-09-06T12:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-06T12:25:33.306+05:30</updated><title type='text'>DREAM BOSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am sure if you read this article you will wish to have a boss like him. And of course after all our hard work we expect the reward that we deserve either this way or that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Scientists at the Rocket launching station in Thumba, were in the habit of working for nearly 12 to 18 hours a day. There were about Seventy such scientists working on a project. All the scientists 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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His boss replied - O K, , You are permitted to leave the office early today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 p.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he remembered of the promise he had given to his children. He looked for his boss,,He was not there. Having told him in the morning itself, he closed everything and left for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep within himself, he was feeling guilty for having disappointed his children. 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife asked him - Would you like to have coffee or shall I straight away serve dinner if you are hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied - If you would like to have coffee, I too will have but what about Children ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife replied- You don't know - Your manager came at 5 15 p.m and has taken the children to the exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What had really happened was The boss who granted him permission was observing him working seriously at 5.00 p.m. 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 the exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss does not have to do it every time. But once it is done, loyalty is established.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why all the scientists at Thumba continued to work under their boss even though the stress was tremendous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115752558464008326?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115752558464008326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115752558464008326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115752558464008326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115752558464008326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/09/dream-boss.html' title='DREAM BOSS'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115752400628750805</id><published>2006-09-06T11:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-06T11:56:46.296+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HUMOUR: My Daughter's Sixth Sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A father put his three year old daughter to bed, told her a story and listened to her prayers which she ended by saying "God bless Mommy, God bless daddy, God bless grandma and good-bye grandpa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father asked, "Why did you say good-bye grandpa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl said, "I don't know daddy, it just seemed like the thing to do." The next day grandpa died. The father thought it was a strange coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months later the father put the girl to bed and listened to her prayers, which went like this: "God bless Mommy, God Bless daddy and good-bye grandma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the grandmother died. Oh my god, thought the father, this kid is in contact with the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks later when the girl was going to bed the dad heard her say, "God bless Mommy and good-bye daddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He practically went into shock. He couldn't sleep all night and got up at the crack of dawn to go to his office. He was nervous as a cat all day, had lunch sent in and watched the clock. He figured if he could get by until midnight he would be okay. He felt safe in the office, so instead of going home at the end of the day he stayed there, drinking coffee, looking at his watch and jumping at every sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally midnight arrived, he breathed a sigh of relief and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he got home his wife said "I've never seen you work so late, what's the matter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "I don't want to talk about it, I've just spent the worst day of my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "You think you had a bad day, you'll never believe what happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;This morning our neighbour James dropped dead on our porch."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115752400628750805?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115752400628750805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115752400628750805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115752400628750805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115752400628750805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/09/humour-my-daughters-sixth-sense.html' title='HUMOUR: My Daughter&apos;s Sixth Sense'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115736788595153281</id><published>2006-09-04T16:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-04T16:34:45.966+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Short, Simple But So Thoughtfull</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As Mahatma Gandhi stepped aboard a train one day, one of his shoes slipped off and landed on the track. He was unable to retrieve it as the train was moving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;To the amazement of his companions, Gandhi calmly took off his other shoe and threw it back along the track to land close to the first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Asked by a fellow passenger why he did so, Gandhi smiled. "The poor man who finds the shoes lying on the track," he replied, "will now have a pair he can use."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115736788595153281?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115736788595153281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115736788595153281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115736788595153281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115736788595153281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/09/short-simple-but-so-thoughtfull.html' title='Short, Simple But So Thoughtfull'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115709041100646391</id><published>2006-09-01T11:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-01T11:43:02.576+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Change Your Job But Only For The Right Reasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How about refreshing our thoughts on leaving any organization? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Gopalakrishnan&lt;/strong&gt; succeeds &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Ratan Tata&lt;/strong&gt; as Chairman of Tata Sons Ltd., the holding company for many of the &lt;em&gt;Tata Bluechips - like Tata Steel, Tata Motors, Tata Power, Tata Chemicals, Voltas&lt;/em&gt;, etc. Possibly, he is the first non-Tata person to head the Tata Empire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The below article, written by him, is really interesting:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grass isn't always greener on the other side !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move from one job to another - but only for the right reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's yet another day at office. As I logged on to the marketing and advertising sites for the latest updates, as usual, I found the headlines dominated by "who's moving from one company to another after a short stint", and I wondered, "why are so many people leaving one job for another ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it passe now to work with just one company for sufficiently long period" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I ask this question to people who leave a company, the answersget are "Oh, I am getting a 200% hike in salary";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I am jumping three levels in my designation";&lt;br /&gt;"Well, they are going to send me abroad in six months".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I look around at all the people who are considered successfultoday and who have reached the top - be it a media agency, an advertising agency or a company. I find that most of these people are the ones who have stuck to the company, ground their heels and worked their way to the top. And, as I look around for people who changed their jobs constantly, I find they have stagnated at some level, in obscurity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this absolutely ruthless, dynamic and competitive environment, there are still no short-cuts to success or to making money. The only thing that continues to pay, as earlier, is Loyalty and Hardwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it pays ! Sometimes - immediately, sometimes - after a lot of time.But, it does pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean that one should stick to an organization and wait for that golden moment? Of course not. After a long stint, there always comes a time for moving, in most organisations. But, it is important to move for the right reasons - rather than superficial ones, like money, designation or an overseas trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Remember, no company recruits for charity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, when you are offered an unseemly hike in salary or designation that is disproportionate to what that company offers its current employees, there is always unseen bait attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;The result:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will, in the long-term, have reached exactly the same levels or maybe lower levels, than what you would have in your current company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people leave an organisation because they are "unhappy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this so-called-unhappiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working for donkey's years, and there has never been a day&lt;br /&gt;when I am not unhappy about something in my work - environment, boss, rude colleague, fussy clients, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Unhappiness in a workplace, to a large extent, is transient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look hard enough, there is always something to be unhappy about. But, more importantly, do I come to work to be"happy" in the truest sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I think hard, the answer is "No"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is something you find with family, friends, may be a closecircle of colleagues who have become friends.&lt;br /&gt;What you come to work for is to earn, build a reputation, satisfy your ambitions, be appreciated for your work ethics, face challenges and get the job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time you are tempted to move, ask yourself "why are you moving" and "what are you moving into"?&lt;br /&gt;Some questions are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Am I ready and capable of handling the new responsibility ? Ifyes, what could be the possible reasons my&lt;br /&gt;current company has not offered me the same responsibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Who are the people who currently handle this responsibility inthe current and the new company? Am I as good&lt;br /&gt;as the best among them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; As the new job offer has a different profile, why have I notgiven the current company the option to offer me this&lt;br /&gt;profile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Why is the new company offering me the job? Do they want mefor my skills, or is there an ulterior motive?&lt;br /&gt;An honest answer to these will eventually decide where you go in yourcareer - either to the top of the pile, in&lt;br /&gt;the long-term (at the cost ofshort-term blips), or to become another average employee who gets lost with time in&lt;br /&gt;the wilderness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- By -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Gopalkrishnan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chairman - TATA Sons.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey guys, please put your comment on this article, lets share our views on this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115709041100646391?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115709041100646391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115709041100646391' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115709041100646391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115709041100646391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/09/change-your-job-but-only-for-right.html' title='Change Your Job But Only For The Right Reasons'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115701362059032529</id><published>2006-08-31T14:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-31T14:10:20.596+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WHY? WHY? WHY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some "WHY?" 's do not have answers, check out few of them and try to answer them if you can:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why are they called apartments, when they're all stuck together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why do banks charge you a "non-sufficient funds fee" on money they already know you don't have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why do people go to Burger King and Order a Double Whopper with a Large French Fry and insist on getting a Diet Coke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If the universe is everything, and scientists say that the universe is expanding, what is it expanding into?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why do scientists call it research when looking for something new?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it possible to be totally partial?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If a book about failures doesn't sell, is it a success?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Should vegetarians eat animal crackers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do cemetery workers prefer the graveyard shift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you do when you see an endangered animal that eats only endangered plants?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't it a bit unnerving that doctors call what they do "practice"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;How come price and worth mean the same thing, but priceless and worthless are opposites?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why does an inspiring sight like a sunrise always have to take place at such an inconvenient time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If necessity is the mother of invention, why does so much unnecessary stuff get invented?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why do we call a bad thing aweful while a good thing is awesome?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why do you need a driver's license to buy liquor when you can't drink and drive? (not applicable in all the places i think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115701362059032529?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115701362059032529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115701362059032529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115701362059032529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115701362059032529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-why-why.html' title='WHY? WHY? WHY?'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115676869301794992</id><published>2006-08-28T17:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-28T18:08:13.033+05:30</updated><title type='text'>10 Most Stupid Questions &amp; Some Equally Stupid Answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometime people ask such a stupid question and don’t even realize. I have collected few stupid questions people usually ask in obvious situations and some equally stupid answers as well and its funny….check it out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. At the movies:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When you meet acquaintances/friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stupid &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:- Hey, what are you doing here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:-Well,it's so hot , there were no cool cabs so I thought i'd watch some advertisements in the cool comfort of the theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2. In the bus&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A fat girl wearing pointed high-heeled shoes steps on your feet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stupid &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:-Sorry, did that hurt? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:-No, not at all, I'm on local anesthesia..... why don't you try again or should i try this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3. At a funeral:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the teary-eyed people ask &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Stupid Question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:-Why, why him, of all people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:-Why?Would it rather have been you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;4. At a restaurant:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When you ask the waiter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Stupid Question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:-Is the "blah blah blah" dish good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:-No, its teribble and made of adulterated cement.We occasionaly also spit in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. At a family get-together&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When some distant aunt meets you after years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Stupid Question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:-Munna,Chickoo, you've become so big. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:-Well you haven't particularly shrunk yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;6. When a friend announces her wedding:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and you ask &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Stupid Question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:-Is the guy you're marrying good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:-No,he's a miserable wife-beating , insensitive lout...it's just the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;7. When you get woken up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;at midnight by a phone call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Stupid Question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:-Sorry. were you sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:-No. I was playing cricket for India at Sharjah and just when you called Salim Malik was betting with me that Pakistan would win. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;8. When you see a friend/colleague:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;with evidently shorter hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Stupid Question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:-Hey have you had a haircut? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:-No, its autumn and I'm shedding......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;9. At the dentist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;when he's sticking pointed objects in your mouth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Stupid Question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:-Tell me if it hurts? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:-And while I'm telling you , you tell me if I bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;10. You are smoking:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;a cigarette and a cute woman asks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Stupid Question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:-Oh, so you smoke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:-No, it's a miracle ...........it was a chalk and now it's in flames!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115676869301794992?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115676869301794992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115676869301794992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115676869301794992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115676869301794992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/08/10-most-stupid-questions-some-equally.html' title='10 Most Stupid Questions &amp; Some Equally Stupid Answers'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115676676948262065</id><published>2006-08-28T15:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-28T17:38:29.983+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Know: How To Survive A Heart Attack When Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW TO SURVIVE A &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HEART ATTACK&lt;/span&gt; WHEN ALONE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since many people are alone when they suffer a heart attack, without help, the person whose heart is beating improperly and who begins to feel faint, has only about 10 seconds left before losing conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WHAT TO DO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not panic, but start coughing repeatedly and very vigorously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deep breath should be taken before each cough; the cough must be deep and prolonged, as when producing sputum from deep inside the chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A breath and a cough must be repeated about every two seconds without let-up until help arrives, or until heart is felt to be beating normally again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep breaths get oxygen into the lungs and coughing movements squeeze the heart and keep the blood circulating. The squeezing pressure on the heart also helps it regain normal rhythm. In this way, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HEART ATTACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; victims can get to a hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115676676948262065?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115676676948262065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115676676948262065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115676676948262065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115676676948262065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/08/know-how-to-survive-heart-attack-when.html' title='Know: How To Survive A Heart Attack When Alone'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115675861572376087</id><published>2006-08-28T15:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-28T15:20:15.726+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What A Powerful Anaconda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anacondas are members of the boa constrictor family of snakes. That means that they kill their prey by coiling their large, powerful bodies around their victims and squeezing until their prey suffocates or is crushed to death and dies from internal bleeding. Then the snake unhinges its jaw and swallows the victim whole. Anacondas are much more likely to eat aquatic creatures, such as fish. Occasionally they have been known to eat: caimans (a relative of the alligator), other snakes, deer, and even jaguars. Anacondas are rather slow-moving snakes, so they have to rely on stealth and the element of surprise to catch their unsuspecting prey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But this picture.....Jusst Awesome....take a look..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/anaconda.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/400/anaconda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115675861572376087?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115675861572376087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115675861572376087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115675861572376087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115675861572376087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-powerful-anaconda.html' title='What A Powerful Anaconda'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115675767386788064</id><published>2006-08-28T14:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-28T15:04:34.030+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BMW Adapted Night Vision : Awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A groundbreaking safety innovation is available on BMW models, Night Vision and High-Beam Assistant are offered for the first time. Night Vision uses a special thermal imaging camera to ‘illuminate’ pedestrians, animals or any objects emitting heat up to 300 metres ahead of the car. Infrared technology generates a clear image of the road ahead on the iDrive screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The system is claimed to be particularly effective on long stretches of unlit road or motorway. Bi-xenon headlamps already illuminate the road 150 metres ahead, but Night Vision offers the driver a significantly longer range of vision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115675767386788064?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115675767386788064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115675767386788064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115675767386788064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115675767386788064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/08/bmw-adapted-night-vision-awesome.html' title='BMW Adapted Night Vision : Awesome'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115675200881076725</id><published>2006-08-28T13:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-28T13:30:08.826+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/meeting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/meeting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115675200881076725?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115675200881076725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115675200881076725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115675200881076725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115675200881076725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/08/meeting.html' title='A Meeting'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115650424780069642</id><published>2006-08-25T16:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-25T16:47:02.016+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You Must Be Looking For These Answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are few questions we often ask ourselves and don’t try to find the answer, may be sometime we don’t get enough time or may be sometime the source for the answers, whatever, checkout few question and answers that you may be looking for a long time:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUESTION:&lt;/strong&gt; Why do men's clothes have buttons on the right while women's clothes have buttons on the left?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANSWER:&lt;/strong&gt; When buttons were invented, they were very expensive and worn primarily by the rich. Because wealthy women were dressed by maids, dressmakers put the buttons on the maid's right. Since most people are right-handed, it is easier to push the left. And that's where women's buttons have remained since. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUESTION:&lt;/strong&gt; Why do X's at the end of a letter signify kisses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANSWER:&lt;/strong&gt; In the Middle Ages, when many people were unable to read or write, documents were often signed using an X. Kissing the X represented an oath to fulfill obligations specified in the document. The X and the kiss eventually became synonymous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION:&lt;/strong&gt; Why is shifting responsibility to someone else called "passing the buck"?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANSWER:&lt;/strong&gt; In card games, it was once customary to pass an item, called a buck, from player to player to indicate whose turn it was to deal did not wish to assume the responsibility; he would "pass the buck" to the next player.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION:&lt;/strong&gt; Why do people clink their glasses before drinking a toast? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANSWER:&lt;/strong&gt; It used to be common for someone to try to kill an enemy by offering him a poisoned drink. To prove to a guest that a drink was safe, it became customary for a guest to pour a small amount of his drink into the glass of the host. Both men would drink it simultaneously. When a guest trusted his host, he would then just touch or clink the host's glass with his own. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION:&lt;/strong&gt; Why are people in the public eye said to be "in the limelight"? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANSWER:&lt;/strong&gt; Invented in 1825, limelight was used in lighthouses and stage lighting by burning a cylinder of lime which produced a brilliant light. In the theater, performers on stage "in the limelight" were seen by the audience to be the center of attention. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION:&lt;/strong&gt; Why do ships and aircraft in trouble use "mayday" as their call for help?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANSWER:&lt;/strong&gt; This comes from the French word m'aidez -meaning "help me" -- and is pronounced "mayday," &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION:&lt;/strong&gt; Why is someone who is feeling great "on cloud nine"?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANSWER:&lt;/strong&gt; Types of clouds are numbered according to the altitudes they attain, with nine being the highest cloud. If someone is said to be on cloud nine, that person is floating well above worldly cares.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION:&lt;/strong&gt; Why are Zero scores in tennis called "love"?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANSWER:&lt;/strong&gt; In France, where tennis first became popular, a big, round zero on a scoreboard looked like an egg and was called "l'oeuf," which is French for "egg." When tennis was introduced in the US, Americans pronounced it "love." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION:&lt;/strong&gt; Why are many coin banks shaped like pigs? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANSWER:&lt;/strong&gt; Long ago, dishes and cookware in Europe were made of a dense, orange clay called "pygg". When people saved coins in jars made of this clay, the jars became known as "pygg banks." When an English potter misunderstood the word, he made a bank that resembled a pig. And it caught on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115650424780069642?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115650424780069642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115650424780069642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115650424780069642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115650424780069642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-must-be-looking-for-these-answers.html' title='You Must Be Looking For These Answers'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115650237667244990</id><published>2006-08-25T16:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-25T16:25:53.296+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Movie: DON (What Is So Special About It?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/bdon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/bdon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnspecials.in/kank/#"&gt;Kabhi Alvida Na kehna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (KANK) is released, all eyes are set on &lt;strong&gt;Shahrukh&lt;/strong&gt;’s next flick, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.donthefilm.com/"&gt;DON&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Don is a remake of &lt;strong&gt;Big B Amitabh Bachan’s&lt;/strong&gt; Don, a block buster in late 70's. &lt;strong&gt;Don&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(original version)&lt;/em&gt; was a runaway hit for &lt;strong&gt;Amitabh&lt;/strong&gt; and brought him a lot of glam and glory. Now as the badshah of bollywood is attempting that role, the audience is waiting to see the recreation of magic with more expectations. This is not for the first time a &lt;strong&gt;Shahrukh&lt;/strong&gt;'s movie is scheduled to release in Diwali/Ed, this is also not for the first time a super hit film has been remade on Indian screen. Prior to DON, there are several other movies were remade i.e. &lt;em&gt;Dil Hai Ki Manta Nahin&lt;/em&gt; (1991) was a remake of &lt;em&gt;Chori Chori&lt;/em&gt; (1955), &lt;em&gt;Hum Aapke Hain Kaun&lt;/em&gt;(1994) was a remake of &lt;em&gt;Nadiya Ke Us Paar&lt;/em&gt; (1983). &lt;em&gt;Mein Prem Ki Deewani Hu&lt;/em&gt; (2003) was remake of &lt;em&gt;Chitchor&lt;/em&gt; (1984) and many more in the list. Then what is so special about &lt;a href="http://www.donthefilm.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? This could be a reason as for the first time on Indian cinema, a super hit block buster of &lt;strong&gt;Amitabh Bachan&lt;/strong&gt; is remade and the magic has been recreated by none other than &lt;strong&gt;Shahrukh&lt;/strong&gt;. The new version is also has &lt;strong&gt;Priyanka Chopra&lt;/strong&gt; in the lead and &lt;strong&gt;Kareena Kapoor&lt;/strong&gt; in a special appearance for a famous foot tapping number &lt;em&gt;Yeh Mera Dil Pyar Ka Deewana&lt;/em&gt;. The film also casts &lt;strong&gt;Arjun Rampal&lt;/strong&gt; in the role of &lt;strong&gt;Pran&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Boman Irani&lt;/strong&gt; in the role of &lt;strong&gt;Iftekhar&lt;/strong&gt;. The biggest challenge in front of &lt;strong&gt;Farhan Akhar&lt;/strong&gt; (the director of the new version) and his father &lt;strong&gt;Javed Akhtar&lt;/strong&gt; (the writer of both the versions of DON) is to provide a final product, which is not only fresh by it’s look but also should not resemble the original version by any means. Fortunately the makers understand the present generation enjoys the privilege to compare both versions of Don. The original version of Don has been screened for several times on television screen in various channels. On the other hand, a movie with Shahrukh is no Cake walk for any director. &lt;strong&gt;Farhan&lt;/strong&gt; should not just lead to the expectations from &lt;strong&gt;Shahrukh&lt;/strong&gt; but also Farhan has established himself as a successful director after &lt;em&gt;Dil Chahta Hai&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Lakshya&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Shahrukh&lt;/strong&gt; has the saying that the new version’s highlights are the beginning and ending of the film. No matter, how much the movie is accepted commercially and receive critical acclaim, the crew had a wonderful time in shooting the new version and the sneak previews of the movie will definitely pull the audience to watch the movie in big screen. Let’s hope the magic is created in the best of its spirits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115650237667244990?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115650237667244990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115650237667244990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115650237667244990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115650237667244990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/08/movie-don-what-is-so-special-about-it.html' title='Movie: DON (What Is So Special About It?)'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115648986346364378</id><published>2006-08-25T11:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-25T12:41:03.516+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's refresh our general knowledge, have a look at some of the interesting facts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The human body contains enough phosphorus to make the heads of 200 matches, enough fat for seven bars of soap, and enough iron to make one nail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The human body has enough fat to produce 7 bars of soap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The human body has over 45 miles of nerves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The human body has over 600 muscles, 40% of the body's weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The human brain is about 85% water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The human eyes can distinguish about 17,000 different colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The human head weighs 7 pounds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The human heart creates enough pressure in the bloodstream to squirt blood 30 feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The human heart creates enough pressure to squirt blood 30ft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The human heart pumps 1.5 million gallons of blood a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The hummingbird is the only bird that can hover and fly straight up, down, or backward! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The hummingbird, the loon, the swift, the kingfisher, and the grebe are all birds that cannot walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Hundred Year War actually lasted 116 years (1337 to 1453).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The ice cream soda was invented in 1874 by Robert Green. He was serving a mixture of syrup, sweet cream and carbonated water at a celebration in Philadelphia. He ran out of cream and substituted ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The idiom "pillar of salt" means to have a stroke, or to become paralyzed and dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Iditarod Dogsled Race got its name from Iditarod, a small mining village along the race's route. The race commemorates an emergency operation in 1925 to get medical supplies to Nome, Alaska following a diphtheria epidemic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Imperial torte, a square chocolate cake with five thin layers of almond paste, was created by a master pastry chef at the court of Emperor Franz Joseph (1830 1916).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The infamous "Red Baron" was German World War I pilot Manfred von Richthofen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The infinite sign is called a lemniscate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The International Space Station weighs about 500 tons and is the same size as a football field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The international telephone dialing code for Antarctica is 672. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The internet is NOT FREE, a group of companies actually own the internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Jazz Singer, 1927, was the first movie with audible dialogue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Jordanian city Amman was once called Philadelphia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Kama Sutra was written by Mallanga Vatsyayana, who was rumored to be celibate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The kangaroo and the emu are shown supporting the shield on Australia's coat of arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The kangaroo rat can cover ground at a rate of 17 feet per second. It can leap as much as 18 inches straight up and can switch directions at the peak of its jump. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The katydid bug hears through holes in its hind legs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The kilt was invented by a English gentleman who came to Scotland to open a factory because he got tired of his Scottish workers showing up in a long tunic with a belt (they couldn't afford pants). Rather than raise wages so they could afford pants he invented the kilt which is just a lot of fabric and they could afford that. The kilt did not become a symbol of clan pride until the English banned the kilt in Scotland. Then it became part of national pride to wear the newly invented clan plaids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The king of hearts is the only king without a moustache. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The kiss that is given by the bride to the groom at the end of the wedding ceremony originates from the earliest times when the couple would actually make love for the first time under the eyes of half the village!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The kissing under the missletoe tradition originated from the Druids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The kiwi has nostrils near the tip of its bill that allows it to sniff the ground for food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Kiwi, national bird of New Zealand, can't fly. It lives in a hole in the ground, is almost blind, and lays only one egg each year. Despite this, it has survived for more than 70 million years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Kwoma of New Guinea consider it proper for the girl to make sexual advances rather than the boy in order to help the men avoid upsetting the girl's parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The largest amount of money you can have without having change for a dollar is $1.19 (3 quarters, 4 dimes, and 4 pennies cannot be divided into a dollar). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The largest animal ever seen alive was a 113.5 foot, 170-ton female blue whale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The largest antique ever sold is the London Bridge. It was sold and moved Lake Havasu City, AZ in 1971.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The largest baseball card collection, 200,000 cards, is in the Metropolitan Museum of Art. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The largest bell in the world is the Tsar Kolokol in the Kremlin in Moscow. It’s 20’ 2” high and 21’ 8” in diameter. Cast in 1735, it weighs 222.56 tons and has never been wrung...it cracked before it was installed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The largest bird egg in the world today is that of the ostrich. Ostrich eggs are from 6 to 8 inches long. Because of their size and the thickness of their shells, they take 40 minutes to hard-boil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The largest body of fresh water in the world is Lake Superior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The largest cell in the human body is the female ovum, or egg cell. It is about 1/180 inch in diameter. The smallest cell in the human body is the male sperm. It takes about 175,000 sperm cells to weigh as much as a single egg cell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The largest cell in the human body is the female reproductive cell, the ovum. The smallest is the male sperm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The largest cockroach on record is one measured at 3.81 inches in length.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The largest coffee importer center in the U.S. is located in the city of New Orleans, LA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The largest desert in the world, the Sahara, is 3,500,000 square miles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The largest gold nugget ever found weighed 172 lbs., 13 oz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The largest Great White Shark ever caught measured 37 feet and weighed 24,000 pounds. It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;was found in a herring weir in New Brunswick in 1930. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The largest hailstone ever recorded was 17.5 inches in diameter bigger than a basketball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The largest human organ is the liver, which weighs about 55 ounces in a person weighing 150 pounds. By some definitions, the skin is an organ, in which case skin would be the largest organ at 384 ounces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The largest human organ is the skin, with a surface area of about 25 square feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115648986346364378?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115648986346364378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115648986346364378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115648986346364378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115648986346364378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/08/interesting-facts.html' title='Interesting Facts'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115642408110477712</id><published>2006-08-24T18:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-14T13:37:32.466+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Answer these tricky questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. A murderer is condemned to death. He has to choose between three rooms.The first is full of raging fires, the second is full of assassins with loaded guns, and the third is full of lions that haven't eaten in 3 years. Which room is safest for him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. A woman shoots her husband. Then she holds him under water for over 5 minutes. Finally, she hangs him. But 5 minutes later they both go out together and enjoy a wonderful dinner together. How can this be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. There are two plastic jugs filled with water. How could you put all of this water into a barrel, without using the jugs or any dividers, and still tell which water came from which jug? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. What is black when you buy it, red when you use it, and gray when you throw it away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Can you name three consecutive days without using the words Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, or Sunday? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. This is an unusual paragraph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm curious how quickly you can find out what is so unusual about it. It looks so plain you would think nothing was wrong with it. In fact, nothing is wrong with it! It is unusual though. Study it, and think about it, but you still may not find anything odd. But if you work at it a bit, you might find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;See the answers below.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answers:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. The third. Lions that haven't eaten in three years are dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. The woman was a photographer. She shot a picture of her husband, developed it, and hung it up to dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Freeze them first. Take them out of the jugs and put the ice in the barrel. You will be able to tell which water came from which jug. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. The answer is Charcoal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Sure you can: Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. The letter "e," which is the most common letter in the English language, does not appear once in the long paragraph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115642408110477712?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115642408110477712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115642408110477712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115642408110477712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115642408110477712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/08/answer-these-tricky-questions.html' title='Answer these tricky questions'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115642305416044876</id><published>2006-08-24T18:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-24T18:07:34.163+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Oh !! Kids !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/kids.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/kids.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115642305416044876?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115642305416044876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115642305416044876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115642305416044876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115642305416044876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-kids.html' title='Oh !! Kids !!'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115642249395639146</id><published>2006-08-24T17:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-24T17:58:13.973+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mobile Fundaas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey guys,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are few things you might want to know about our mobiles, check it out, its kewl:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Emergency Number worldwide for Mobile is 112.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find yourself out of coverage area of your mobile network and&lt;br /&gt;there is an emergency, dial 112 and the mobile will search any existing&lt;br /&gt;network to establish the emergency number for you, and interestingly...this&lt;br /&gt;number112 can be dialed even while the keypad is locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Locked the keys in the car? Your car has remote keys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may come in handy someday. Good reason to own a cell phone: If you&lt;br /&gt;happen to lock your keys in the car and the spare keys are home, call&lt;br /&gt;someone on your cell phone. Hold your cell phone about a foot from your car&lt;br /&gt;door and have the other person at your home press the unlock button,&lt;br /&gt;holding it near the phone on their end. Your car will unlock. Saves someone&lt;br /&gt;from having to drive your keys to you. Distance is no object. You could be&lt;br /&gt;hundreds of miles away, and if you can reach someone who has the other&lt;br /&gt;"remote" for your car, you can unlock the doors (or the trunk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Hidden Battery power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine your cell battery is very low, u r expecting an important call&lt;br /&gt;and u don't have a charger. Nokia instrument comes with a reserve battery.&lt;br /&gt;To activate, press the keys *3370# Your cell will restart with this&lt;br /&gt;reserve and the instrument will show a 50% increase in battery. This&lt;br /&gt;reserve will get charged when u charge your cell next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115642249395639146?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115642249395639146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115642249395639146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115642249395639146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115642249395639146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/08/mobile-fundaas.html' title='Mobile Fundaas'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115634052276269845</id><published>2006-08-23T19:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-24T15:35:35.143+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I Bet You Cant Do It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amazing: L/R brain coordination.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's worth a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting at your desk make clockwise circles with your right foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While doing this, draw the number "6" in the air with your right hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your foot will change direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115634052276269845?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115634052276269845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115634052276269845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115634052276269845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115634052276269845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-bet-you-cant-do-it.html' title='I Bet You Cant Do It'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115634048901641265</id><published>2006-08-23T19:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-23T19:14:27.600+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Joke: Whats Your Last Name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A lady manager of a largeoffice noticed a new man one day and told him to come into his office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"What is your name?" was the first thing she asked the new guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"John," the new guy replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She scowled, "Look... I don't know what kind of a namby-pamby place youworked before, but I don't call anyone by their first name. It breedsfamiliarity and that leads to a breakdown in authority. I refer to my employeesby their last name only ... Smith, Jones, Baker ... that's all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am to bereferred to only as Mrs. Robertson. Now that we got that straight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what is yourlast name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The new guy sighed, "Darling. My name is John Darling."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Okay John, the next thing I want to tell you is . . . "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115634048901641265?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115634048901641265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115634048901641265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115634048901641265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115634048901641265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/08/joke-whats-your-last-name.html' title='Joke: Whats Your Last Name?'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115634046283947037</id><published>2006-08-23T19:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-23T19:17:10.396+05:30</updated><title type='text'>History Of Car Logos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/alfa.1.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/alfa.1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ALFA ROMEO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Are the red cross and crowned serpent devouring a human figure a warning to Alfa Sud owners who might complain about their front wings falling off? No, the symbols are the coat-of-arms of the city of Milan and related to the Crusades, hence the cross. The figure being eaten is a child or a Saracen, depending on who you listen to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/audi.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/audi.1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The four rings of Audi represent the four companies of the Auto-Union consortium of 1932 - DKW, Horch, Wanderer, and Audi. After the war the Audi name - which is Latin for "Hear!" - disappeared, but was revived in 1965, using the four rings as a logo.&lt;br /&gt;Also, the name is sort of a pun on 'hoerch', German for 'hear', name of one of the founders.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/bmw.0.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/bmw.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BMW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The BMW roundel is a stylised, rotating airscrew - the blue representing the sky. That's right - Bayerische Motoren Werke built military aero engines for the planes that bombed the factories that they now own. It's a funny old world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/citron.0.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/citron.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CITROEN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You might imagine that the forward-pointing chevron pattern symbolises Citroen's forward-looking, advanced approach to engineering. But no: Andre Citroen started in the motor trade by building gear wheels, and the twin chevrons are meant to represent gear teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/ferrari.0.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/ferrari.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FERRARI &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's not a prancing horse, it's a dancing donkey - Enzo was hung like one and he liked everyone to know. No, no - just a joke. In fact, the prancing horse was originally the emblem of Italian WWI flying ace Francesco Baracca, whose parents persuaded Ferrari to adopt the symbol of their late son for his racing Alfas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/fiat.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/fiat.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fiat first used the five-bar logo on the Uno in 1982, after Fiat design chief Mario Maioli - driving past the Mirafiori factory at night after a power cut - saw the giant FIAT logo on top of the plant, set against the fading likght of the sky. He did a quick sketch - five bars represented the spaces he could see between the letters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/ford.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/ford.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr. Ford's right-hand man, Harold Wills, earned money printing business cards in his teens, so when Henry was looking for a logo in 1903 he dusted off his old John Bull printing set. The typeface was the one he used for his own visiting cards. The oval appeared in 1912, and blue was added for the Model A in 1927.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/mazda.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/mazda.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAZDA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Mazda logo is more than just a stylised tulip. Developed by Rei Yoshimara, a world-renowned corporate image-maker, the 'V' represents outstretched wings, and - in Mazda's words - 'The creativity, the sense of mission, the gentleness and flexibility that are Mazda.' Never knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there was so much in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/mesarati.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/mesarati.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MASERATI &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like Alfa, the Maserati badge is mere municipal pride - the trident is the traditional symbol of Bologna, where the cars were originally made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/proshce.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/proshce.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PORSCHE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Porsche badge is essentially the coat of arms of the city of Stuttgart, which was built on the site of a stud farm - hence the horse. The antlers and red-and-black stripes are part of the arms of the Kingdom of Wurttemberg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/renault.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/renault.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RENAULT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Renault diamond started out as a bonnet emblem. The horn lived behind it, and from 1922 the centre of the badge was cut out to allow the sound to escape. It started out circular and became a diamond shape in 1924.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/rover.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/rover.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rovers are folk who rove about, rather like Vikings - hence the Viking ship emblem that has been used on Rovers in various forms since the beginning. It went very stylised and year-2000 on the original SD1s, but later models reverted to the current badge, first used on the P6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/skoda.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/skoda.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SKODA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It looks like a green, flying turkey (turkeys don't fly, do they?) - which would have been appropriate for some of Skoda's earlier models - but is actually a winged arrow with no apparent significance beyond a generic impression of speediness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/subaru.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/subaru.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUBARU &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Subaru was the first Japanese car company to use a name derived from its own language. It refers to a group of six stars - also known by its original Japanese name of mutsuraboshi - in the constellation of Taurus. We'd know them as Pleiades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/toyota.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/toyota.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOYOTA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Japanese have a bit of a weakness for mad badges. Hence, the current Toyota symbol that looks like a cowboy in a big hat, but is actually three elipses depicting the heart of the customer, the heart of the product, and the ever-expanding technological advancements and boundless opportunities that lie ahead. It says here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/volvo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/volvo.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Volvo means 'I Roll' in Latin, and the arrowed Circle is merely the conventional map sign for steel - Sweden's most famous industry before iKEA came along.&lt;br /&gt;The circle and arrow represent the shield and spear of Mars, which are also an alchemical symbol for iron. Each of the "classical" planets was associated with a metal: Sun=gold, Moon=silver, Mercury=quicksilver, Venus=copper, Mars=iron, Jupiter=tin, Saturn=lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/mercedes.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/mercedes.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mercedes-Benz's three-pointed star represents its domination of the land, the sea, and the air. It was first seen on a Daimler in 1909, and was combined with the Benz laurel wreath in 1926 to signify the union of the two firms. The current, plain ring enclosing a star was first seen in 1937.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/Peugeot_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/Peugeot_logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pub-quiz question: what's the connection between Peugeot and the Statue of Liberty? One of the earliest Peugeot models was known as a Lion-Peugeot, which adopted the lion emblem of the city of Belfort, where it was made. Bartholdi, the sculptor responsible for the Statue of Liberty in New York, also takes credit for Belfort's Inn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/mitsubishi_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/mitsubishi_logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Although Mitsubishi has only been in the UK for 25 years, it built its first car in 1917. The company itself goes back to 1870, when it built its first ships - the three diamonds represent a ship's propellers. The name means 'three rhombs.'&lt;br /&gt;A reader recently commented that the logo is formed by the joining of two family emblems and does not actually represent any part of a ship. The shipping connection is a misconception brought about by their early involvement in shipping and shipbuilding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115634046283947037?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115634046283947037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115634046283947037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115634046283947037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115634046283947037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/08/history-of-car-logos.html' title='History Of Car Logos'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115634042504009220</id><published>2006-08-23T19:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-23T19:10:25.046+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Two Tough Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you knew a woman who was pregnant, who had 8 kids already, three who were deaf, two who were blind, one mentally retarded, and she had syphilis, would you recommend that she have an abortion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read the next question before looking at the response for this one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Question 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It is time to elect a new world leader, and only your vote counts. Here are the facts about the three candidates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Candidate A :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Associates with crooked politicians, and consults with astrologists. He's had two mistresses. He also chain smokes and drinks 8 to 10 martinis a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Candidate B :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He was kicked out of office twice, sleeps until noon, used opium in college and drinks a quart of whiskey every evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Candidate C :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He is a decorated war hero. He's a vegetarian, doesn't smoke, drinks an occasional beer and never cheated on his wife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Which of these candidates would be your choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decide first... no peeking, and then go down for the response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Candidate A is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Franklin D. Roosevelt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Candidate B is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Winston Churchill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Candidate C is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Adolph Hitler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, by the way, on your answer to the abortion question:If you said &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . you just killed &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beethoven &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Gr8 musician&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty interesting isn't it? &lt;strong&gt;Makes a person think before judging someone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115634042504009220?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115634042504009220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115634042504009220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115634042504009220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115634042504009220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/08/two-tough-questions.html' title='Two Tough Questions'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115634039463724319</id><published>2006-08-23T19:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-23T19:09:54.640+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Origin of the word 'Bug"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/paper.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bug:&lt;/strong&gt; A computer bug is an error or defect in computer hardware or software that causes the computer or the computer program to malfunction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/bug.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/bug.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you know why defects in computer hardware/software are called as "Bug"? Here goes the answer è The first computer bug is said to have been a moth that was found squashed between the points of an electromechanical relay in the Mark II computer in 1945. This moth caused the entire computer to shut down. When the moth was removed, it was affixed to the computer's log with a scribbled note that read, "First actual case of bug being found." When the computer operators removed the moth, they claimed to have "debugged" the computer, thus introducing the term "debugging a computer program." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/paper.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/320/paper.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1907/1600/paper.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;From then onwards, all software programming defects are also termed as "Bugs" By the way, this first bug is now housed in the National Museum of American History at the Smithsonian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115634039463724319?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115634039463724319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115634039463724319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115634039463724319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115634039463724319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/08/origin-of-word-bug.html' title='Origin of the word &apos;Bug&quot;'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115634034753744607</id><published>2006-08-23T19:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-23T19:14:48.443+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dont Mess With The Kids Sometime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometime one should not mess with the kids, check below for few examples Why :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl said, When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asked, What if Jonah went to hell The little girl replied, Then you ask him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl replied, I'm drawing God.The teacher paused and said, But no one knows what God looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing, the girl replied,&lt;br /&gt;They will in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten ommandments with her five and six year olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After explaining the commandment to honour thy Father and thy Mother, she asked, Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and sisters Without missing a beat one little boy (the oldest of a family) answered,&lt;br /&gt;Thou shall not kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, Why are some of your hairs white, Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother replied, Well, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said,&lt;br /&gt;Momma, how come ALL of grandma's hairs are white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A small voice at the back of the room rang out, And there's the teacher,&lt;br /&gt;She's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the class said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary position the blood doesn't run into my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little fellow shouted,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause your feet ain't empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take only ONE. God is watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child had written a note, Take all you want. God is watching the apples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115634034753744607?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115634034753744607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115634034753744607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115634034753744607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115634034753744607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/08/dont-mess-with-kids-sometime.html' title='Dont Mess With The Kids Sometime'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115634028727888201</id><published>2006-08-23T19:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-23T19:15:09.046+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Funny But True</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check out the below content.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Its funny but truth!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I find the key to success, someone changes the lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Err is human, to forgive is not a COMPANY policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road to success…….. is always under construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol doesn't solve any problems, but if you think again, neither does Milk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to get a Loan, you first need to prove that you don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the desirable things in life are either illegal, expensive or fattening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Light travels faster than Sound, people appear brighter before you hear them speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a scheme of getting rich….. which never works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If at first you don't succeed…. Destroy all evidence that you ever tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never determine which side of the bread to butter. If it falls down, it will always land on the buttered side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything dropped on the floor will roll over to the most inaccessible corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***** 42.7% of all statistics is made on the spot. *****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you mention something…… if it is good, it is taken…. If it is bad, it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who has the gold, makes the rules ---- Murphy's golden rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you come early, the bus is late. If you come late…… the bus is still late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have bought something, you will find the same item being sold somewhere else at a cheaper rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in a queue, the other line always moves faster and the person in front of you will always have the most complex of transactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have paper, you don't have a pen……. If you have a pen, you don't have paper…… if you have both, no one calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially for engg. Students---- If you have bunked the class, the professor has taken attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will pick up maximum wrong numbers when on roaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All PMT buses are crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corollary----- PMT buses in opposite direction always go empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door bell or your mobile will always ring when you are in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long wait for bus no.20, two 20 number buses will always pull in together and the bus which you get in will be crowded than the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your exam is tomorrow, there will be a power cut tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last person to be fired or quit is responsible for all the errors until another person is fired or quits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irrespective of the direction of the wind, the smoke from the cigarette will always tend to go to the non-smoker …………… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115634028727888201?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115634028727888201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115634028727888201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115634028727888201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115634028727888201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/08/funny-but-true.html' title='Funny But True'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115634024274941709</id><published>2006-08-23T19:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-23T19:15:26.236+05:30</updated><title type='text'>People N Applications</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;People actually write such applications!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is an actual collection of leave letters and applications written by people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An employee applied for leave as follows:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since I have to go to my village to sell my land along with my wife. Please sanction me one-week leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another employee applied for half day leave as follows:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Since I've to go to the cremation ground and I may not return, Please grant me half day casual leave"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A candidate's application:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"This has reference to your advertisement calling for a 'typist and an accountant - Male or Female'... As I am both for the past several years and I can handle both, I am applying for the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another leave letter written to Administration dept:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"As my mother-in-law has expired and I am responsible for it, please grant me 10 days leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A friend of mine had written a leave letter to the headmaster:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"As I am studying in this school I am suffering from headache. I request you to leave me today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A family friend of ours told an incident of his friend's letter:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I am suffering from fever, please declare holiday to the school"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another leave letter written to the headmaster:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"As my headache is paining, please grant me leave for the day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A covering note:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I am enclosed herewith..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actual letter written for application of leave:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"My wife is suffering from sickness and as I am her only husband at home I may be granted leave".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letter writing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I am in well here and hope you are also in the same well."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115634024274941709?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115634024274941709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115634024274941709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115634024274941709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115634024274941709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/08/people-n-applications.html' title='People N Applications'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218572.post-115634017806025575</id><published>2006-08-23T19:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-23T19:15:44.013+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Intelligent Answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not only our technical knowledge helps, but also the presence of mind and the right answer at right time. Even if u don't know the answer for a question just confuse the questioner!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Check out questions and the Answers given by Candidates, oh Sorry they are IAS officers now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1Q. How can you drop a raw egg onto a concrete floor without cracking it? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A. Concrete floors are very hard to crack! (UPSC Topper) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2Q. If it took eight men ten hours to build a wall, how long would it take four men to build it? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A. No time at all it is already built. (UPSC 23 Rank Opted for IFS) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3Q. If you had three apples and four oranges in one hand and four apples and three oranges in the other hand, what would you have? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A. Very large hands. (Good one) (UPSC 11 Rank Opted for IPS) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4Q. How can you lift an elephant with one hand?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A. It is not a problem, since you will never find an elephant with one hand. (UPSC Rank 14 Opted for IES) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5Q. How can a man go eight days without sleep? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A. No Problem, He sleeps at night. (UPSC IAS Rank 98) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6Q. If you throw a red stone into the blue sea what it will become? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A. It will Wet or Sink as simple as that. (UPSC IAS Rank 2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7Q. What looks like half apple?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: The other half. (UPSC - IAS Topper) 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8Q. What can you never eat for breakfast? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: Dinner. 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9Q. What happened when wheel was invented? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: It caused a revolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10Q.Bayof Bengalis in which state? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: Liquid (UPSC 33Rank) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11. Interviewer said "I shall either ask you ten easy questions or one really difficult question. Think well before you make up your mind!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The boy thought for a while and said, "My choice is one really difficult question." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Well, good luck to you, you have made your own choice! Now tell me this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"What comes first, Day or Night?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The boy was jolted into reality as his admission depends on the correctness of his answer, but he thought for a while and said, "It's the DAY sir!" "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How" the interviewer asked, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Sorry sir, you promised me that you will not ask me a SECOND difficult question!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He was selected for IIM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Technical Skill is the mastery of complexity, while Creativity is the master of simplicity.. " &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33218572-115634017806025575?l=funandgyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/feeds/115634017806025575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33218572&amp;postID=115634017806025575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115634017806025575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33218572/posts/default/115634017806025575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandgyan.blogspot.com/2006/08/intelligent-answers.html' title='Intelligent Answers'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16178199250000732230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3fhQGN3dZ5U/R_-snyRdyFI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8NUlA9sehA/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
