tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27323323683399202182024-03-14T00:53:20.722+09:00TakEUpLaCESRazzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03512875772376802336noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732332368339920218.post-38358225065244631142011-12-12T20:10:00.029+09:002012-09-05T04:46:50.514+09:00The BOOM - The 2nd Twitter Movie<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Movie Made by Twitter Handle <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/yeh_kya" target="_blank">@Yeh_kya</a> - The Twitter Elephant !!</center>
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Hi, I'm @Yeh_kya - the Twitter Elephant.<br />
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You might have come across my trolling Tweets. Although, I am an elephant, I'm nimble on my toes and jump from handle to handle all over twitter, poking my Trunk in everybody's business. Fortunately, nobody minds it and those who do are nice enough not to say it. Wheww.. :)<br />
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Ok, well, This is my SECOND Masala Movie "The BOOM" based on Twitter limitations of <b>140/10</b>. Where the story stays within 10 LINES and no line exceeds more than 140 characters.<br />
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In case you haven't seen the 1st one - here it is. Do check it out - <a href="http://takeuplaces.blogspot.com/2011/07/twitter-movie-ali-ka-ele.html" target="_blank">Ali ka Ele</a>.<br />
I felt encouraged with my Timeline and my friends and their comments on 'Ali ka Ele'. So I decided to go on a 2nd venture of a similar kind...only better this time. And thus was born - The BOOM'.<br />
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While the 1st one was just a 'Read it' flick, this one has Audio-Visuals for effect..and a nice little moral at the end. :)..all the while still sticking to the 140/10 concept.<br />
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Since I believe creative content is king especially if decorated with simplicity, you will find the movie pretty simple yet interesting enough to keep you hooked till the very end (or so I have been told). And if you do reach the very end with a satisfying smile on your face, I would consider my work a home run success !! Super Duper HIT !! :) Your comments would only be cherry on top.<br />
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So...GRAB some POPCORN...Settle Down !<br />
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You are REQUESTED to Put your Imagination to full use. <b>Your movie will begin the moment you begin reading Line 1 and will end the moment you are done reading Line 10.</b><br />
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So without much ado - Presenting to you...the 4 minute 04 seconds flick that goes by the name:<br /><b><span style="color: red;">"The BOOM"</span></b></center>
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<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627391672493702370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXSk7uc_AZe85ufQW61Ux0h9Gxkxvc21XG04xUbgTtP_CDFCzW4UrilZvEHOU9WYj-0LFMciHZssJnniD8iRUzSUL2gXlfrq8s3lpyofwF4xGYhJcXISHeOa0Hhw3KAnVlx-u9mwZY4Yk5/s200/Popcorn.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 146px;" /> <b>Starring</b>:<br />
Don - Age around 45 - dad to a daughter<br />
Lisa - Don's 15 year old daughter.<br />
Masked Men - Sundry low paid actors<br />
Train passengers - Extras<br />
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Directed and produced by @Yeh_kya<br />
Story Boarding by @anandd29, @dark_gal, @Yeh_kya<br />
All rights reserved by @anandd29 and @Yeh_kya<br />
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Turn the VOLUME <b>FULL BLAST</b>. Enjoy !!</center>
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<br />If you're not able to view it here for some reason - Here's the YouTube link - <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XxTEmJTLhqg&feature=youtu.be" target="_blank">The BOOM (YouTube)</a> </center>
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<br />Do Comment so I know what you thought of it. :)</center>
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<span style="color: silver;">Disclaimer:<br />[This post (movie) is just a creative effort. This is not a money venture. The audio used in this movie has not been made by either the owner of this blog or by Twitter handle @Yeh_kya.]</span></div>
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Movie Made by Twitter Handle <span style="color: brown;"><a href="http://twitter.com/#!/yeh_kya" target="_blank">@Yeh_kya</a></span> - The Twitter Elephant !!</center>
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Welcome. Grab some popcorn. Settle down. <br />
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First, a brief foreword about the movie you are about to watch. <br />
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This movie is just a 10 minute "Read flick". This does NOT stretch to the regular 2.5 / 3 hours. A unique idea, it's been dubbed as the 10 lines-140 characters project. In short - "10/140".<br />
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The concept of this 10/140 flick is this - <br />
Movie restricts itself to 10 lines only.<br />
Movie restricts itself to 140 characters only in each line.<br />
Movie to have Indian masala and be short and sweet.<br />
No use of religion, politics or scandals.<br />
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This 10/140 has been given the "K" certificate. K= Kool. By who? Kindly don't ask. ;D<br />
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You are requested to put your imagination to full use. <b>Your movie will begin the moment you begin reading Line 1 and will end the moment you are done reading Line 10.</b><br />
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So, without much ado - Presenting to you...the first production of the 10/140 flick that goes by the name - <span style="color: red;"><b>Ali ka Ele.</b></span><br />
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Directed and produced by @Yeh_kya<br />
All rights reserved by @anandd29 and @yeh_kya<br />
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10 by 140 "Ali ka Ele" Starring - <br />
<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627391672493702370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXSk7uc_AZe85ufQW61Ux0h9Gxkxvc21XG04xUbgTtP_CDFCzW4UrilZvEHOU9WYj-0LFMciHZssJnniD8iRUzSUL2gXlfrq8s3lpyofwF4xGYhJcXISHeOa0Hhw3KAnVlx-u9mwZY4Yk5/s200/Popcorn.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 146px;" /> <span style="color: blue;"><br />Ele - Toy Elephant - The Twitter Elephant @yeh_kya<br />Ali - Cute Boy - 5 years old<br />Dad - Ali's dad<br />Raza - Bad boy/thief/Ali's schoolmate<br />Rita - Raza's mom and a bar Dancer<br />kalia - Diamond Smuggler<br />Police - Sundry low paid actors<br />Bar owner - Sundry low paid drunk actor</span><br />
Let's begin.<br />
Lights off...! Enjoy..<br />
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<span style="font-family: artistik,times,arial;"><span style="color: purple;"><b>"Ali ka Ele"</b></span></span></h2>
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<span font="" style="color: brown; font-family: artistik,times,arial; font-size: small;"><br />(Back ground Voice)This is the Story of a lucky Boy who lost his toy elephant and when he found it back, he found himself richer.<br /><br />Rolling.....<br /><br />Line 1.Cute boy Ali. On his 5th Bday, dad presents him with a Cute toy Elephant 'Ele'. Ele becomes Ali's most priced possession in d world.<br /><br />Line 2.Ali takes Ele to school whr his frnds love Ele too. Raza likes Ele/decides to steal it. Aftr school he flicks Ele n runs away. Ali cries.<br /><br />Line 3.Raza takes Ele home n shows it to his mom Rita, who is a Bar dancer/diamond smuggler.She thinks this toy is gud for smuggling diamonds.<br /><br />Line 4.She cuts open Ele's belly/puts diamonds in it/sews it bk n' tks it to the bar to dance n meet a smuggler-kalia to exchange it fr money.<br /><br />Line 5.In the Bar-Rita dances in disco lights."aaa,jaane jaan..ah ah" while eying Kalia.Kalia is Mucchad wit an eye patch.He winks at Rita to cm to him.</span><br />
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<span style="color: green;">INTERVAL</span></span></center>
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<span style="color: green;">INTERVAL OVER.</span></center>
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<span style="color: silver;">Lights dim. The Screen <b>erupts back on</b></span></center>
<br />Line 6.Bk at schul,frnds tell Ali dat Raza has Ele.Ali tels dad who gos to Raza's home n asks him.Scared Raza says Mom hs Ele bt hs gone to work.<br /><br />Line 7.Dad Goes to Bar/spots Rita with Kalia givin Ele to him. Dad confronts n demands Ele bk. Kalia whips out a pistol,points it at dad n says..<br /><br />Line 8."Main Kalia hoon Saaliya.yeh le"n shoots.Dad ducks n Punches Kalia=Bishoom. Rita shrieks n flees. Kalia n dad fight-aa-bishoom,aa-bishum.<br /><br />Line 9.Kalia is punchd out.Police raid bar.Kalia/Rita arrestd.Dad gts Ele bk home.Ali happy bt notices sewed Ele-belly.Opens it to find Diamonds.<br /><br />Line 10.Dad Happy with Diamonds. Ele sewed bk. Ali happy. Villains in Jail-Police/Bar happy. Ali n' Ele live happily ever after ! :)</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">@yeh_kya speak</span> - Thank you for watching my Movie. Thank you for your time. I appreciate it. Plz do comment so I know what you thought about the whole experience. I'd be greatful. Say Hi to me on twitter. <br />
And thank you Anand for your generosity for letting me use this space.<br />
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<span style="color: blue;">@anandd29 speak</span> - Thank you for watching the movie. Thanx @Yeh_kya, I liked your concept. It deserved a clap. Bring it on and keep rocking. <br />
Everybody thank you for watching. This way plz...do come again. :)<br />
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Movie reporters surround you and ask YOU as you leave the venue - <br />
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"Sir, sir, could you plz tell us how the movie was? Did you like the concept?"<br />
"Ma'am, did you like the fact that this was a very short movie and that your time was saved? <br />
Were you entertained? How was the fight? <br />
what did you liike the best?"<br />
"Sir, ma'am, would you like more of such movies?"<br />
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Do comment.<br />
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"No Cows were harmed in the making of this movie". More movies are now in production...</div>
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You are requested to update your Online account by following the reference below.<br /><br /><center>(The Phishing link-->)"Update your account"</center><br />Thank you<br />Customer Service" </font><br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 340px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFVFAx04aVsCXiUcwb0y3KuSEg2l7PpVrKQruJhwPnH4yrs79xu7vwc3R9SWRU-WqwOGfSiHJkqO7qhBc377ZA3z0b2GKxWGUJ9CmC7L4M9hFnfrFFNj1QSY-Ve10NwFNQXHR5WoCR64kv/s320/1+phishing+email.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510422322278548098" /><br />“Ok Great”, Nihal thought. More security is better security.<br /><br />He clicked on the link “Update your account” provided in the email and reached the page that showed the bank's logo, it's various details and other links that he would never click on and there were 2 spaces for him to input his user Id and Password. He had done this before, a few times. No worries.<br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 340px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA6sYl2eFhBi4-z4I3skdrTFh9GwBEh55JCo_xTVUqj6CNvq83Uj8vIcMpl9OvY0byOMhBgtj-q-HzGPB2-RehdR9Ua3hOJH7AEXkA37mOhpuqw0srBy6P3CqBCnukYfSBq4lLyrfKr8B-/s320/3+phishing+email.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510422307806758818" /><br />Without any hesitation, choosing “credit card” as his menu option, he input his Credit card user Id and Password in the given spaces. Instantly, another screen greeted him, prompting for further information - “Credit Card Details”.<br /><br />The innocent screen staring at him was urging him to input his Account number, ATM Card number, State, Zip, Phone number and email id.<br /><br />“Well, all for security”, thought Nihal and input the details asked of him and hit on Enter. Suddenly, something went wrong. A new page came over that said.. <br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNBv3vDMI1Aabl5CPMgS7OIzhPeqkcqSSj2oNswkBuXeHSw0ti6s7MZ6Yzc2eEP-rYyKRvwB_WFgDos1dpGx4-603Vl42gfy8THCoFwxMKoNYTIAktIpQPZpX975ThGZWnXofihRFnoa2C/s200/404-error.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510424154183100418" /><center>“404 Error, Nothing found. Please try again.”</center><br />“Huh? Try again? What happened? Well, ok, What the hell” So thinking, Nihal refreshed his page to try again. He came over the same page once more and after putting all his details yet again, he hit enter. This time he got through.<br /><br />He was now on the official ICICI login page and he was being prompted to Log in again. “Log in again?? But….what the HELL?? Are they Crazy??” Nihal, now frustrated just wanted to click on the “logout” button, instead could only see “Login”. Perplexed, he gave up and closed all pages related to the bank and got up from his node to have some fresh air while he sipped on hot tea.<br /><br /><font color="green">Somewhere, not so far, sitting on his console was a dark looking man smiling from ear to ear. His teeth were bright enough to light up the semi dark, rented room that he was staying in.<img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijQhIh1bviduzuD2NOMUbBlf3f5Hu3MbMAfCn3t0-IFvLwZIqS0mSp-D-LEV89crxmQv6sY4eLGbvGHTljUq8hEOQ11QbZoi9SXAYjl_I1G_0K_bPaKIHc7B7CVo-mP5v5iGApNxHqeaj3/s200/evil_smile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510428226996462114" /> His trickery had <b>found another victim</b>. <br /><br />The dark man was rubbing his palms, smiling satisfactorily looking at the private bank details of a fool by the name Nihal Varechia, as he recalled an age old maxim – <b>“The fool and his wealth are soon parted”.</b></font><br /><br />20 days later, Nihal received a Credit card statement and a Credit card Bill payment of Rs 100,000…that had been apparently used by him. <br /><br /><br /><font color="red"><center><b>"PHISHING"</b></center></font><br />PHISHING is a criminally fraudulent process of attempting to acquire sensitive information such as usernames, passwords and credit card details by masquerading as a trustworthy entity (read website) in the electronic medium.<br /><br />1. It is typically carried out by e-mail or instant messaging.<br />2. It often directs users to enter details at a <b>fake website</b> whose look and feel are almost identical to the legitimate one.<br />3. The phishing e-mail typically ask you to click a link to visit a Web site, where they are asked to update personal information, such as passwords and credit card, social security, and bank account numbers.<br />4. The Phishing link almost <b>always shows an error message</b> after the first log in attempt. This is just a scam so you think it happened by mistake. The truth is that the first time log in sends your login user id and password to a personal email id of the attacker. The 2nd time login drops you to the REAL website page so you don't detect you have just been cheated.<br /><br /><br /><font color="red"><center><b>"How to spot a phishing scam"</b></center></font><br />If you receive emails with similar looking messages or alerts as given below, you need to be on an alert and double check it's authenticity.<br /><br /><b>"Verify your account"</b><br />Businesses should not ask you to send passwords, login names, Social Security numbers, or other personal information through e-mail. If you receive an e-mail asking you to update your credit card information, do not respond.<br /><br /><b>"If you don't respond within 48 hours, your account will be closed."</b><br />These messages convey a sense of urgency so that you'll respond immediately without thinking. Phishing e-mail might even claim that your response is required because your account might have been compromised.<br /><br /><b>"Dear Valued Customer."</b><br />Phishing e-mail messages are usually sent out in bulk and often do not contain your first or last name. <br /><br /><b>"Click the link below to gain access to your account."</b><br />HTML-formatted messages can contain links or forms that you can fill out just as you'd fill out a form on a Web site. <br />The links that you are urged to click may contain all or part of a real company's name and are usually "masked," meaning that the link you see does not take you to that address but somewhere different, usually a phony <br />Web site.<br /><br />Lastly....<b>Always look at the browser address bar</b> - the space for website address usually at the top on your browser. It will reveal the REAL website you are on. if you think it looks even slightly dubious, stop. <br /><br /><br /><font color="Blue"><b>A few Photos : What our protagonist Nihal Varechia should have verified:</b></font><br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdLXjqMWNIdTRFZZe1F6E_vJWSTioMMS2aatsquouJDwy5eBZe5gKgSFvVTtSZcs5SXRphBwPDmBOdqf55TGut3kDbQhUsOPXZF4PWjI_WY3vmaAWbzkh5jsAPug7vc36sxAnVU0VmoWwF/s320/phishing+email+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510432214093022162" /><center>Always look at the address bar for the real website name</center><br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC4xocZinRRE05iyFR0eWXNn6QM5CJfFM6aCCFcxC9oK0pvXcTV_0Xi6pMzRRyHHchDjwS4Jzq-yrE3j1todpzcg1QihXiUIMX7vYcwr9IBqg7AMA9FjyJo0WzVn0NVZiXoU6ihlYIDQUv/s320/phishing+email+link+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510432204969371538" /><center>Phishing site alert by an updated browser and computer security</center><br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvuabPGzyf4zPGr3f-yu-joOa7J3VZp9a__PQn0uDdNUNEtpqWQ0M9tQQrLND3Z5whYhviiwkb0mNCPGOfIvvtccJ0m1z_TBEINYrEKpFpKAZJXBWNKoNNgpwDx544hgXgmXNTZSUrrAUl/s320/phishing+email+link+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510432202778517330" /><center>Never give away your used id and Password without proper verification</center><br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpiwEdDDw5xy6g932BenMKENyvcDM3ZIDO6Up-4MS7i8YpjZXZ378tQGl9TNp-E5SbxZo-smkVqysRTxEPsCpbFdusWrWH9zjFlR2DMMfwsUWFYocbIs2LaAYVpgRLcLnafOghfP311i2C/s320/phishing+email+link+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510432196207548866" /><center>Never provide your personal details to any one or any site without proper verification</center><br /><br /><center><font color="Blue"><b>JAAGO GRAHAK...JAAGO !!!</b></font></center><br /><br /><font color="silver">(The bank ICICI has NOTHING to do with fraud or phishing activities. The given photos are NOT sent by ICICI bank but by phishing attackers. These are real photos received by a Rediffmail user. This post is made as warning to it’s readers so they be aware of the phishing tricks.)</font><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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Can you book an appointment in 'Rashmi ka Beauty Salon for HE' for us tomorrow?"</font> ....<br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv3-VH_I2Eg-BrV2_JvppgCGLFwMVbCskMd4F7ktbsF-ia3qVKdo24JixseHB6GgjczyCFMbgl8vbA-rZ5MQqtCrybOdx9IarBGvjAVeMAwDGAP64tamYtz9X1Cx3UBqGFO0KjE0x3vunI/s200/home-alone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476025005659635650" /><center>AAAaagghhhhhhhh</center><br /><b>Naaaa....THAT is so Not happening</b>. Hell No.<br /><br />But this idea got me thinking on the "Why not?" way. So I figured the best way to begin with this is to begin with something that a man needs to be most comfortable with - <font color="red">his UNDERWEAR</font>.<br /><br />So, I surfed the good ol' NET and found some kool and chic lookin' pieces that I'm sure I myself would be wearing soon enough.<br /><br />Check 'em out...yeh andar ki baat hai...<br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg95u3_gyjyOgW3X9Y55rax9JVUL3xs3eRUr1nixyg4WINcfbYIJfXDqzzVoussjzFsxSM4QUTBzBkPHqUNT4gWzYCHKTqdbuQd98p1d9JGiofIRO6dSq4QnpsyVEvgOaM_kD5hkT3N_c_6/s320/Spartan+Undies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476019812825686466" /><center>For Energetic Mondays: Spartan Undies for the fighter in you.</center><br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDNnrtUGjFSvAsidN__WORprqfh5P3DG9sWwuMVWetS0KyUyKtiX1biNEXD6imFyMlruiUn0R3eRtI75dXfcE_5x4oOcYpj3YxUZ_d3bTUR-g8RVhlswwoAo92cqXxi9d72AiYGC2yhNCF/s320/Undies009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476019522946691330" /><center>For Sexy Tuesdays: Making it HOT.</center><br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-9tThQNRHHl3dZDxdoAAcQXM8sSPsb2ze-1VzN_NcrcMetkjYed2Z-aniFFob3FIq0kDvvz0Cd1KjMg5KVVXp312KgdJb2sAiGkc5-3MnsYu1het4bLHKJigaqvyucX8HjdqCfmxaXFcs/s320/Undies008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476019519983170722" /><center>For Kool Wednesdays: Looks matter.</center><br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWgS5otSwut7EgfQp5dwUkklwW-29EUB0aTvKjjBwlToLsNyaulfqNapmQ3qoajebxPf4-C1M8qOYOtLbykAZEIBhO9kku3unUMaxaVKnE4PNZidQFnHFzn8_T6I41T2M-u4CFoeVjwWIr/s320/Undies004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476019505473357058" /><center>For Uberkool Thursdays: My favorite so far. For the Metro-Sexual male in you.</center><br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxsVx1aUDwwNQzuH9C5e46KnlPfuomJl5a84DQx-_9X76vE1VgpM9OC_R0McH8AjEENktYa-5BHRQJweH9iGirbiLh5e3PMxTJR5nkn_f4GCq0apbcA7CgFAKQ_3aaHHCLYtldUhx66e-Q/s320/Undies003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476019070302031986" /><center>For weekend fore bringer Fridays: The tempting kool Hello-Kitty number.</center><br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-lQPG-iU9jQJ5KBaj-E50A-dZtbDO4-66lYf59JX8s50sil8guqzfIn9Wk4f1EoyV1bJrBEWsj7NUfymSDocILH3weAMBsIpRcR6hFO_2YVbn4NYQJoJ8qigmckgcDYhgwQyrk_iSVW0t/s320/Undies002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476019059674149874" /><center>For Party Hard Saturdays:The Red hot search for a kitty to dance with.</center><br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhUhOs4XrvXRrmKuVXk2B8xymEF-8Z6CEOza-FO8YtSOHqDNgOAiTZqWkyRS7FiXjUmpblw3iIFET0dUcspC1yNoTF1fJcq5UOORp2qGmHROpsQe6lfEjfSJ9cPOsRJh5eF8Gb1Ljy2HKL/s320/Undies001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476019049859332786" /><center>For Lazy Sundays at home: Something different yet chic in white.</center><br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj057Ztylny4HBYPOjHXDpDq7k2nEdHoncSjolovvMmxjKwlT4zdcCjDEbNt5aRiR7HGrmIfUfuf6aNIABIf_tFD3BDTvj1udRJPtXc6n_-Wlgw1ZB0Ogsy0S2WvkuerSu39GOKOkdgJ-vF/s320/Undies000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476019046864906482" /><center>Different color 'strokes'- For the emotional side of you.</center><br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN83R-6Tax9sP3rYqIZhjWsQd5UZ70bd9CqQ6Qu-X9gtXFXOHUrikXi0GWTtmu0bugzfJqljnvqLe0ixIGGh0KuT9phO2C7oTd-CpjZ8ZVniNVCMQj3fStIZqDkL142-hJmb3KPW3VEbZK/s320/normal+undies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476019803311237922" /><center>When a woman shows you one, you wonder if she wants you to wear it or take it off. Women r confusing.</center><br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhgPHcLUGgLMbKzPikCV5Ia7W9eb99OgOmxKGTebSKxTuuYCjCKMtrfGqzpmt1cNcSgzj7W6yE_c8XhXW3jzEISPPevwESWRPsSmqNMfbmpKtmIsvH4H8zoxShu4ikVA2yVHsea-84GJf/s320/Ele+undies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476019798948868130" /><center>The trunk is added by the user. Wnk wnk*</center><br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMXlvzB-tXgASDoAgiehQzckuo2s2BKd3cgVZow2W0wy1dPv5P_9bCtKAyGD5Pk_FwlkJn04qPyeq_KnscLeCxuzjxaZEFwBlZYMNqsD0nyIC_r52_E9-GCTTJu7X0Z8WjVwBLqzeqABEa/s320/Undies+toon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476019814977258338" /><center>Dear Lord, let this not be any man's future.</center><br /><br />Yea, there were some real provocative and unwearable ones on the net too but I'd rather be practical than uncomfortable. Guys, What say?<br /><br /><b>BTW Ladies, how 'bout some opinion</b> on if these would help us men...er...win you... in some way.....?? :) :) !!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGmO2bQUd3CsqZcP388XUgHBb5CEE-WshHDeOhaXvghe57WSa44YJT0XY0Sp0HAi1RP_bX3AiuBfcc_FlFSZAxGBScV6pZo4NP6TQkuSKEUcmMMVilnMGcC8-WbX3A393Nbs6l2PY2oqRh/s200/Paper11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461398688828923346" /></a><center>Paper art 2</center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgASrYyTF-LYMG7A_jkcLTYlVtkC8pNcB7OZ8JTm8tlgmdyZYhisqwujs9wdwsBvUWOWEvBrdvzCl3zzcqyJNnxWJofYc29UTnlzWiEBPtG0TjrYWuYV9n9FcxnQojw7OV1Nzwi9h9-z2_N/s1600/Paper10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 118px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgASrYyTF-LYMG7A_jkcLTYlVtkC8pNcB7OZ8JTm8tlgmdyZYhisqwujs9wdwsBvUWOWEvBrdvzCl3zzcqyJNnxWJofYc29UTnlzWiEBPtG0TjrYWuYV9n9FcxnQojw7OV1Nzwi9h9-z2_N/s200/Paper10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461398681819589250" /></a><center>Paper art 3</center><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzQCK3UXUf5PgEp6b4MU1zNFrf4l3EDh0Rukq8BpTMtTSWnW8pEhd7vn7bELGIoVOBLF77jS5ExShJM7KVP5KAYGY2FbNJ_tSKuJ-AhY8M0qFZE5-ifvK7cv3S81okuorAiBNe0pq8xvHy/s1600/Paper09.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzQCK3UXUf5PgEp6b4MU1zNFrf4l3EDh0Rukq8BpTMtTSWnW8pEhd7vn7bELGIoVOBLF77jS5ExShJM7KVP5KAYGY2FbNJ_tSKuJ-AhY8M0qFZE5-ifvK7cv3S81okuorAiBNe0pq8xvHy/s200/Paper09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461398672503600610" /></a><center>Paper art 4</center><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLfb6EfhUAE3SQq6obHLVFVSHXTwecC2xgSnWPCTrfOWk_2U1eaInQtxOS0Y19IELGxVssmqnYNfzKSVczWlRCmNm_IoAVBiGKPndO1Zqe3_yPSaqcxF8-WtlBhZ07RBXBlG5iC8ZOcjji/s1600/Paper08.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLfb6EfhUAE3SQq6obHLVFVSHXTwecC2xgSnWPCTrfOWk_2U1eaInQtxOS0Y19IELGxVssmqnYNfzKSVczWlRCmNm_IoAVBiGKPndO1Zqe3_yPSaqcxF8-WtlBhZ07RBXBlG5iC8ZOcjji/s200/Paper08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461398324397014898" /></a><center>Paper art 5</center><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj46gbshYSArQWWC-1JNsQC-d3X-Jvu8gUKUceQKT9zpvoSfiNfxYDHmCQOxX2mMjxsrLfcdle9hLRt1XvEKIx0PHRtAWIrh4wlXIHneYNk1RSdwKls6aIY3c09MFBAJm2OVlvivmHUbSlx/s1600/Paper07.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj46gbshYSArQWWC-1JNsQC-d3X-Jvu8gUKUceQKT9zpvoSfiNfxYDHmCQOxX2mMjxsrLfcdle9hLRt1XvEKIx0PHRtAWIrh4wlXIHneYNk1RSdwKls6aIY3c09MFBAJm2OVlvivmHUbSlx/s200/Paper07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461398317241933138" /></a><center>Paper art 6</center><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy6CeWqgRuvzbXiyupcW2WV2SbXZI2rTq-CI737WT_lKlBFtj0yBMt5xYGkgnW8j31ScJYRGtBtEe-rUbKqZ_ryDrUBHD0Q8YWYnHDkrJyU6ulIymMZe9o0WGMcwIoatfyQoxKi0oXGDb0/s1600/Paper03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 161px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy6CeWqgRuvzbXiyupcW2WV2SbXZI2rTq-CI737WT_lKlBFtj0yBMt5xYGkgnW8j31ScJYRGtBtEe-rUbKqZ_ryDrUBHD0Q8YWYnHDkrJyU6ulIymMZe9o0WGMcwIoatfyQoxKi0oXGDb0/s200/Paper03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461398309252539042" /></a><center>Paper art 7</center><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD_XMiMC12U-gOGRREdhdLgg4nfEeslmVL3G6BNXNrRVqiCt7M2PqLMhQ0PqZrDSJuOrcny8jPky3pfwYGURJta7NERiYC4nBGmiE6BYaWPjSVnIJ9VZ7snON6KPmkj4M139cDORNml5iX/s1600/Paper02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD_XMiMC12U-gOGRREdhdLgg4nfEeslmVL3G6BNXNrRVqiCt7M2PqLMhQ0PqZrDSJuOrcny8jPky3pfwYGURJta7NERiYC4nBGmiE6BYaWPjSVnIJ9VZ7snON6KPmkj4M139cDORNml5iX/s200/Paper02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461398299341045346" /></a><center>Paper art 8</center><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwrfVNrp3slPZCvG38qCyv7naWKqZrBk-vRSeTi-Cdsmxn2cxk9oyFS27ts_oQfgH8hyJCsWC8JHIxmlb4Vd95zRJfmvMPtwCmfWY4RHXVoctnK_HQBgIORmoBDAHFt7xSTPAlcu-TYtMP/s1600/Paper01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwrfVNrp3slPZCvG38qCyv7naWKqZrBk-vRSeTi-Cdsmxn2cxk9oyFS27ts_oQfgH8hyJCsWC8JHIxmlb4Vd95zRJfmvMPtwCmfWY4RHXVoctnK_HQBgIORmoBDAHFt7xSTPAlcu-TYtMP/s200/Paper01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461398285743572450" /></a><center>Paper art 9</center><br /><br /><b><center>Amazing LEGO art</center></b><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivKYca8KCurdlePj4gtbkTJ7HDb0WVAfKQQYaCA58n4zmtgBY4DOUq5dS_rUHS0eoPgM87BZLPNDspn-aC_ZGWd1EM1JYtQxR5Lf8AIVQ9AYLankXU7uOGfRJ5ckMq-3TF9vwQlHB6Nuwz/s1600/Lego11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivKYca8KCurdlePj4gtbkTJ7HDb0WVAfKQQYaCA58n4zmtgBY4DOUq5dS_rUHS0eoPgM87BZLPNDspn-aC_ZGWd1EM1JYtQxR5Lf8AIVQ9AYLankXU7uOGfRJ5ckMq-3TF9vwQlHB6Nuwz/s200/Lego11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461397539386102146" /></a><center>Logo art 1</center><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1hFLsLm7LR_AeGVwh2IsFvWVNQ45tIkEGXuIIQcGfKn3YM2hQMVWpdit5Pp8iP98abgjDUlmp51EwDu39hFha_IInxibavGw7M5JEs2rclmycmKTOEn8EyU8urVOo56LPG6xoasrvDG8_/s1600/Lego10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1hFLsLm7LR_AeGVwh2IsFvWVNQ45tIkEGXuIIQcGfKn3YM2hQMVWpdit5Pp8iP98abgjDUlmp51EwDu39hFha_IInxibavGw7M5JEs2rclmycmKTOEn8EyU8urVOo56LPG6xoasrvDG8_/s200/Lego10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461397521999182610" /></a><center>Logo art 2</center><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtegvjhbs3TSpYQy6_Ga2sATD2sZEORxl0CbpAMsSXU7Oic2stgqalmt5UBxhh71gBbH3hyphenhyphenPBQrM7Tw1rMPKL7P6NsrWoEbSbf7MYhJUGEG2T2wTee0vvOp5V_CYsUPasZadWSIlnf3e5O/s1600/Lego09.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtegvjhbs3TSpYQy6_Ga2sATD2sZEORxl0CbpAMsSXU7Oic2stgqalmt5UBxhh71gBbH3hyphenhyphenPBQrM7Tw1rMPKL7P6NsrWoEbSbf7MYhJUGEG2T2wTee0vvOp5V_CYsUPasZadWSIlnf3e5O/s200/Lego09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461397513790994466" /></a><center>Logo art 3</center><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi79IXYK_LXBOd7sIKCyx7KCnL3hYy-Rg3bHrOMol4gvY3xED8qLNmCWyDA7pOHigC0Tn-GuaEImIvF2oSiPKS5n4HLEfznYmqEP2O73Y3IjCsEyovzI0QRtKDyrqk3aQubNqIv5EFbzkBm/s1600/Lego07.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi79IXYK_LXBOd7sIKCyx7KCnL3hYy-Rg3bHrOMol4gvY3xED8qLNmCWyDA7pOHigC0Tn-GuaEImIvF2oSiPKS5n4HLEfznYmqEP2O73Y3IjCsEyovzI0QRtKDyrqk3aQubNqIv5EFbzkBm/s200/Lego07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461397159762516850"/></a><br /><center>Logo art 4</center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSxilMIWYj6Kyuxw66-daoKGE3-MeUZW0tPCG7vMgjSLHOf0lbtV2HbOflEjRVsiCq9Ljz_PLxsYkouG9ddPQRDrshUuxuxpLiaG8O7ugh5-CabKQt7ahPeef3Oo83CKR6PzsEsfctoW0s/s1600/Lego06.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSxilMIWYj6Kyuxw66-daoKGE3-MeUZW0tPCG7vMgjSLHOf0lbtV2HbOflEjRVsiCq9Ljz_PLxsYkouG9ddPQRDrshUuxuxpLiaG8O7ugh5-CabKQt7ahPeef3Oo83CKR6PzsEsfctoW0s/s200/Lego06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461397155043045426" /></a><center>Logo art 5</center><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFHQAzEmibWZGMTLWoW01oQV7VOT88y_ZZmJp7Wkd-yEnRveQ13_jPTAC8FsqslSdWeWXwXmbWU4Zjc7CfRK58Uif32EB7pIljyftiM3rMtdSoe2slq1_MkVvHluwcQgQinkwqLJ_2BL2m/s1600/Lego02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFHQAzEmibWZGMTLWoW01oQV7VOT88y_ZZmJp7Wkd-yEnRveQ13_jPTAC8FsqslSdWeWXwXmbWU4Zjc7CfRK58Uif32EB7pIljyftiM3rMtdSoe2slq1_MkVvHluwcQgQinkwqLJ_2BL2m/s200/Lego02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461397145423084162" /></a><center>Logo art 6</center><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiphrNNPqd3btEV6Yi82SU1PSP7mGgw0MK6t8XTKJ7PFpCk63naw90Tu2GS03COA-REBnX1avUcHR8XNAEiFWSCa51vrr8SFukpKrvoK8GKUqYy9hjUxQv1FIUHENePBOHxJQlsS2fjMion/s1600/Lego01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiphrNNPqd3btEV6Yi82SU1PSP7mGgw0MK6t8XTKJ7PFpCk63naw90Tu2GS03COA-REBnX1avUcHR8XNAEiFWSCa51vrr8SFukpKrvoK8GKUqYy9hjUxQv1FIUHENePBOHxJQlsS2fjMion/s200/Lego01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461397142080993874" /></a><center>Logo art 7</center><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3odhj2kEiPLDv-5NoJSGkrAw5_5nhAlbj0Hkapy7ibT1Q5Bzj6nm8xm8uOC2cfHUN8s0ksfw3gEuAATMq7nTP5JOoztMMXj0PARQkO9XiXEbqg_0aUKzqS1Sf-D-0YowBbUrvAmn8E7FV/s1600/Lego00.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3odhj2kEiPLDv-5NoJSGkrAw5_5nhAlbj0Hkapy7ibT1Q5Bzj6nm8xm8uOC2cfHUN8s0ksfw3gEuAATMq7nTP5JOoztMMXj0PARQkO9XiXEbqg_0aUKzqS1Sf-D-0YowBbUrvAmn8E7FV/s200/Lego00.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461397132202019586" /></a><center>Logo art 8</center><br /><br />Kudos to the talent.<br />(Pics have been picked up from www dot funsubstance dot com)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429832637472087586" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCqhSJqpthUNoqV3O22RrUKlWiLsIn6O7hSJAl_ShCu0nXTJhzBl-til6awNiB7vpLU5_LHl4ppMSD16MwNs305fMbL0CvcnGK3-2lQbZLy-oucCaRxaHz0eqyM6jJEW-zON9w9EllSHMQ/s320/blah.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 131px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /><span style="color: silver;">(Disclaimer:- This post is not an encouragement to the reader to provide incorrect information to anybody, anywhere.)</span><br />
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Be confident when you blah..</center>
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It's easy if you know how.<br />
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Ok, so we talk. Professionally, with friends, colleagues, strangers, on the Internet, on Tv, Radio. It's a list of things. <b>How many of us</b> can claim to be the best speaker / talker among them all? Can You?<br />
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More often than not..there's always <b>some smart alec</b> who's taking the lead on the chat by talking glib, the loudest, the most and mostly aggressive. Isn't that so?? And you sulk. Well..'no taking the backseat no more'. <br />
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<b>With this post...we aim to achieve the following:</b> <br />
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1. When you talk, people listen.<br />
2. When you talk - people are dazzled with the information you are able to provide.<br />
3. No one can contradict your line of argument or talk / speech.. and...<br />
4. You emerge as the next hero of the time when it comes to glib talking. The unbeatable.<br />
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So...Is this Possible? Word for word - all 4 points above?? Well, if you think it isn't - you are seriously under-estimating yourself.<br />
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Three words for you - <b>Yes you can !!</b> Period. Let's proceed.<br />
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<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429835350652961122" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi87hY7hfP-VflAArx-7jrHFAFoMIV1-pGepPAUHGMBKZP8T-Bp8eRtrT8tBrHUyqN86wFuQB2RkY6SyzTnsvdzuvKImJ6exRK-IGNYrL4-LSGZ2ph7uhiRQ_RFXQ6HlBx9ejspuxR24TWd/s200/numbers.gif" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 180px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 150px;" /><br />
Know this - there's only<b> one thing</b> in this world that has the power to..<br />
* baffle you by sheer numbers, <br />
* puzzle you senseless by proportions,<br />
* shock you speechless with predictions and percentage,<br />
* get you tongue-tied.. and<br />
* if You're using it, make you look like demi-God walking on Earth.<br />
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And that thing is called - the mighty <span style="color: red;"><b>"STATISTICS".</b></span><br />
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<b>Do not underestimate it's power. It's virtually unbeatable. </b>First an example for you so you understand what I'm even talking about. Read it patiently.<br />
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<span style="color: green;"><b>Example:</b></span><br />
Let's assume I'm standing in a group that is arguing on the country's population for the last 20 minutes, without any conclusion. The group is divided into two sub groups on 2 different arguments.<br />
Group A* says: The population of the country will keep increasing for the next 20 years. <br />
Group B* denies this and argues on the opposite.<br />
Assuming we are on group A's side..If you were to talk about this..<br />
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<span style="color: brown;">Your answer would, most probably, be something like this...</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">"Well, you know, the government is not really doing anything about it. And the..uh..condom sale is not that much either, plus the awareness on the subject is not really much. We need to buck up and the government should do something about it...like a campaign or something. But since no one is doing anything about it, it will probably be on the increase. No stopping it." </span>(Yawn....average at best.)<br />
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<span style="color: brown;">Now the GLIB, statistical answer would be....</span><br />
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<span style="color: green;">"Well, if you consider total land dimensions of the country.... it occupies around 2.3% of the Entire World area but carries roughly 12.3% of total world’s population.<br /><br />If you include the probability factor.... India is expected to overtake China to become the world’s most populous country within the next 20 years. More than enough to prove that India has shown progressive signs of being over populated.<br /><br />Determining the margin on error percentage.... I'd say if we are 1.17 billion now, the continuity will not stop unless strong steps are taken against it. Meanwhile we continue to grow.<br /><br />Sample this.... the greatest concentration of ST members in 1991 lived in the states of AP-around 12.2 million, Tamil Nadu-15%, Bihar-18%, West Bengal-27% and UP-31% and the statistics are fast increasing by 2% every 3rd quarter of a year. Says a lot.<br /><br />The means and the proportions are not the same always.... so I believe in all probability, the population will be on a rise, undoubtedly for the next 20 years."</span><br />
Done.<br />
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<b>WOW</b> !!! (me taking a bow)<br />
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<span style="color: red;">Quick questions to you:--</span><br />
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<b>Were you Impressed by this answer??</b> - I'm sure you were.<br />
<b>Did this shut you up instantly??</b> - I'd say yes it did, didn't it?<br />
<b>Do you stand a chance to argue on the above information with me?</b> - Nope. I don't think so.<br />
<b>Can you cross check the data?</b> - No, you can't.<br />
<b>Is all this data correct?</b> - No idea. Who cares really?<br />
<b>Where did the statistics come from?</b> - All made up so you know I can talk and so you learn not to meddle with me ever again.<br />
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By the way... read the above example again and <b>notice only the beginning lines of the paragraphs</b> before the "...." ! They are all made up by me. I have tried to fit them in such a way that they don't look conspicuous. <br />
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I have broken up the way we will answer and made it real easy on how to go about it. So how do you do it? let's go step wise:<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429842348979134322" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN2vuxzHsfUyK1uXi97nOmYrHGLMQZSFRdKOSJ3lD4y7yucNbmN4Zo3haoy9DJmo2Hj40nR4-QTOMcCxIDAVr0SX3xJ1yzv1uz28OH-0nPui0UhFdhJErHDHskt7ER2HFwE26Lq3sVAgQd/s200/surprise2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 180px;" /><br />
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<span style="color: red;">This is the trick..</span><br />
Step 1 - Use Big dictionary words<br />
Step 2 - Use Statistics and percentages<br />
Step 3 - Use Probability factor<br />
Step 4 - Use Hypothesis and<br />
Step 5 - Close your argument/talk with analysis of your talk in one line.<br />
<b>Step 6</b> - You may mix and match the above 5 steps anywhere, anytime in your conversation.<br />
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This is the break down of statements:<br />
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<span style="color: red;">How to begin your statements;</span><br />
Whenever you begin, use the following given statements as your openers, either as statement openers or for paragraphs in between.<br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b><br />* I believe the fact is....<br />* The best probability of the matter is... <br />* Sample this...<br />* If you Analise this, you will find that...<br />* If you include the probability factor...<br />* Determining the margin on error percentage, I'd say it is....<br />* The means and the proportions are not the same always so....<br />* Computing the fact that....</b></span><br />
(Make up some more on your own)<br />
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The moment you begin with such statements, your audience subconsciously knows whatever is to follow is surely gonna be unarguable.<br />
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Use big synonyms of small words from the dictionary. This is the only point where I ask you to make a habit of picking up words from the news papers or dictionary that are simple in meaning but not used commonly. Add them anywhere they fit in your conversation.<br />
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<b>That's It !!! I'm done. </b>Remember: This takes time. It will not be an over night miracle. But once you pick it up right, you yourself will be a miracle in no time.<br />
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Oh and by the way, if some smart alec tries to argue on your talk, you calmly ask him to prove you wrong instead. He won't be able to. Statistics is percentage and percentage is not a real value number, u see? Just sit down and look as others shut him up for you. :-)<br />
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Now, I'm sure you have a lot of questions to ask. That's precisely why I have made <b>Two</b> more examples for you to understand the way you can be glib. Pick up the idea, the tone and the way it is spoken. Notice the beginning lines of paragraphs. Make up more on your own and let me know. Not difficult.<br />
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<b>Example 1:</b><br />
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QUE: - How much money should a family use to budget itself?<br />
<span style="color: green;"><b><br />ANS - Well, the fact is that no two families are alike, Spending varies by income level, Costs vary by region...etc. So no rules can be set on how much one has to spend.<br /><br />If you include the probability factor, I'd say... that there are too many other reasons to make general assumptions in many categories.<br /><br /><b>Sample this..</b> The kinds of expenses the families have on a usual basis..are Food 7.7%, Alcoholic 1.0%, Housing 32.9%, Clothes 4.0%, Vehicles 9.1%,Gas 3.3%, Health care 5.9%, Entertainment 5.0%, Education 1.9%. etc. Too many. <br /><br />And so if you Analise this, you will find that...the means and the proportions are not the same always. So it's difficult to say the least. Therefore it's best decided by the families on their internal basis.<br /><br />But, If I were to make an educated guess, I'd say even if 45% of Indian families living in towns and 13% living in the villages make a daily habit of utilizing only 60% of their total income on monthly budget, we'd be better off in the next 10 years than we were in the last 10.</b></span><br />
(If u can't get 'em, confuse 'em. Sounds genuine, eh? hehe)<br />
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<b>Example 2: </b><br />
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QUE - Will India's economy power rise?<br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b><br />ANS - Well, India was under social democratic-based policies from 1947 to 1990. The economy was characterized by extensive regulations and, protectionism leading to pervasive corruption and slow growth. (*Big words done.)<br /><br /><b>Computing the fact that</b> recent times have moved the economy towards a market-based system, it has high number of chances of a rise.<br /><br /><b>Determining the margin on error percentage</b>, I'd say by 2009, India has established itself as the world's second-fastest growing major economy.<br /><br /><b>The best probability of the fact is that</b> year 2009 saw a significant slowdown in India's official GDP growth rate to 6.1% but picked up by the end of the year.<br /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429840788827698786" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggdSuXJbuQ8Ub27ADiXUCrgQeR6VEjGul_sFH9a0VpF6wmHI0yko70xAPWV5ZTDM0E_4ihQrlGCovlJn33uEuCwtVFxH949U-m_EnPgI722H8Gj7i7xKQsNgf3HdblCnJluAI0Q8eAuJEp/s320/surprise1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 220px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 183px;" /><br />So in all fairness in comparison to the World Economy, India is soon catching up and will rise at 7.5% rate of speed per month which is equivalent to the best in the world. </b></span><br />
(Whew..takes energy to make things up.)<br />
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There !! All made up out of thin air. <br />
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What do you think? Hey, <b>TWEET / ReTWEET</b> if you liked it.<br />
Now go..get 'em with your glib, Tiger.<br />
Enjoy.</div>
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Maybe like Santa and his team of Elves?<br /><br /><font color="blue">OK, I really do think God has a team.</font> Yep !!<br />A Galaxy class team made up of the super greatest in every field possible ever born...made.<br /><br /><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmyZT29kGgJJdDxooTeMT_7VhGh3ny-GFWPIP6uAn3MY5oXf3hCqp1RLfgxLn9lgGsgmi7UArtgcuQoCuQw-BH_xSrsXgk5ejy5wMUQhPhWRDKuMGt6PHmefFsh154qGIPmk6GlpSSKqej/s400/team.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415027072574207426" />So God and his team worked together and made Earth. As if that wasn't unbelievable enough..they went ahead and invented <b>their best creation yet</b> - the highly functional yet the ultra fragile - <b>"Man" !!</b> <br /><br />But hold it, this is not what I'm talking about. Sure.. making Earth and Man was brilliant..BUT the way they planned on how to connect Earth with MAN and vice-versa<b> is what is utterly unbelievable, highly unimaginable and pure, raw genius.</b><br /><br /><font color="blue">The Creative God mode team went into thinking on:</font><br /><span class="fullpost"><font color="green">a. How MAN is to be made keeping the connect as the focus.<br />b. How he is to be linked to the world that he will be staying in. <br />c. How that link will be an Open Secret (like a source code) for any man to understand if he chooses to see out of the box.<br />and<br />d. How that link can provide him a futuristic view of his own life at a later stage and how to deal with it.</font><br /><br /><b>No get?</b> You will. Have patience. Read on..<br /><br />Ok, so they all sat together and hit upon an idea.They thought...<b>Hey why don't we make man like we made Earth</b> and make him in such a way that he is actually the best reflection of the world itself within and outside? <br /><br />They meant...that they wanted man to be and to have the literal, physical world within himself. <font color="green">They intended man to look at his own self and then look at anything in the world or the world itself as a whole and think...Hey, this is me too.</font><br /><br />A bit toughie again?? <br />Arightie..this is really unexplainable unless explained by an example.<br /><br />So <b>here's one</b>. Something that we all are aware of and see it everyday. <br /><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga-wJ_c-NXe9_502uQysiXTDTKfw1rt6-PgO6AX-l_3Qb_eBFvqonYEz7ajx55zAAtp5le2khb4QmaAe9bVrqpA197adR4hN_KcVxR74nHcil-TLqEkl-KYCDrlfkpUnHIDJqYl6T5gizX/s200/roadways.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435909279374288994" />That example is <font color="red"><b>TRAFFIC !!</b></font><br /><br />God and his engineers meant man to one day in his life, at any stage or age to look at the Road and it's traffic and think that his own life is actually nothing but it's very <b>Reflection.</b><br /><br /><b>The similarities in Traffic and one's life are too many to be mere coincidences</b> and way too many to be jotted down here. So I'll put in jus' a few and I know you will figure out the rest yourself and know wot I'm getting at.<br /><br />Here's what God and his creative team wanted us to see one day:<br /><br /><font color="blue">Traffic and You:</font><br /><font color="green"><br />Traffic - You begin somewhere.<br />Life - You are born.<br /><br />Traffic - You have to go in a vehicle.<br />Life - Your soul gets a body as a vehicle.<br /><br />Traffic - You have to go in a particular direction.<br />Life - You grow<br /><br />Traffic - You have to maintain the vehicle to keep going. The better u maintain it, the better the performance of the vehicle.<br />Life - You workout to stay fit and healthy. The better u care for Yourself, the healthier u get.<br /><br />Traffic - You have to make regular stops for gas.<br />Life - You have to eat at regular intervals to keep your energy up.<br /><br />Traffic - You sometimes pamper Ur vehicle with accessories or shines.<br />Life - You pamper yourself..do I need to explain how??<br /><br />Traffic - The road sometimes gets irritatingly uneven or downright patchy so u just can't drive. Yet..since you have to reach somewhere, you have to keep going.<br />Life - Life sometimes gets you into situations that jus' can't be helped. You have no choice but to keep going somehow.<br /><br />Traffic - The road is sometimes extremely uphill, and at times too smooth.<br />Life - Sometimes in life you experience the worst hardships ever and at times everythin' works like a charm.<br /><br />Traffic - Sometimes you get a red light at every signal that makes you stop. You try cutting it and u risk getting caught and pay the fine. And sometimes it's green light all the way...go figure.<br />Life - Sometimes u miss chances by a hair-breath every time u try. Your luck doesn't support u. While sometimes your name precedes you and you're sailing smooth waters.<br /><br /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 147px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTxSMnz5RipbulhYNY9Y9HQst5Zpv_gwmIjMI3Et7E95CV8fKKDAQ9oIprromKsTe80P1LMvmOR3K2QvmxsHHSVwmdl0_iZMq0AaFxUgXCwo0sVf9dPJKQKHKbwsQ7N6SiAvmoQBrXK1sT/s200/Two_Way_Traffic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415029452377539202" />and finally.....<br /><br />Traffic - The road has 2 sides. One to come and one to go.<br />Life - You are born and you.....die. The vehicle is the same. </font><br /><br />In other words, mentally and physically , MAN is an exact replica of the world at large itself yet....not quite so. Not unless you see it that way. How brilliant is that??<br /><br />Do u see the futuristic approach and thought of the creator and his team? Do u realize the magnitude of the crazy genius work that must have gone into making us?? Oh mah Gawd !!!<br /><br /><font color="green">Wanna see your future??? </font><br /><font color="blue">Observe Traffic around you. That's YOUR life. Figure it out.</font><br /><br />And I now leave you with this thought....<br /><br /><font color="Red">Is it really mere coincidence that the Earth is made up of 70% of water and <b>SO..ARE...WE???</b></font><br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 115px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7eewMOFUl0xpJkKW43i28sUEXGYf00NZLNbxfOETLwB0vxtlQeQ7b1MRQ7u7TRwHhymoJ5tWS2QtnqjDdlo2s0zcseK3Kvy4TG6hyphenhyphenvbdrF-JVmc0oWFvZZIjAF57MR6Xj7Q1q3Lk5vx6l/s320/who-is-god.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415030504991720802" /><br /><br />You know of some more of God's amazing mysteries??? Tell me here. I would like to know.<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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I hold a special pass issued to non-political party persons acquired to get some photographs and autographs of some of the affluent gathered.<br /><br /><b>The next political member is late for his speech</b> and it will take at least 10 minutes for him to reach the dais. <b>The crowd is a 1000 strong.</b> 5 minutes of nothing on stage in front of such an overwhelming crowd could result in restlessness and 10 could cause damage.<br /><br />They pick me up off the blue room in a hurry and put me on stage to entertain the crowd with anything I can. My orders are clear - "<font color="blue">Do whatever you want to, just occupy them for 10 minutes.</font>"<br /><br />And there I was - suddenly facing the huge crowd.<br /><br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcqEGvgQWdncDcLbZrTaFfvIejqmc-ndu3Zdm-QNQk0hLtbfM32BTo4_9cccajX5SaQvUIpB2q5jFk-PLccS8Nq2wsUSCn5NjeNAT5INASXkiD3HG2-BFR1tSQVnvsCzSyT9-9xd5PfMPM/s400/crowd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406417994944333282" border="0" /><br />I have no entertainment agenda in my mind. <font color="red">26/11 approaches</font>, I visualize the graphic scenes of the Taj Carnage and adrenaline rushes in, takes me over and I let out all that was bottled up for years.<br /><br />I take the mike. I look at the 1000 pairs of eyes staring back at me, clench my jaws, part my dry lips and let the words come out in slow but sure footings........<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />"<b>GOOD EVENING...</b>", I utter. <br /><br />The BOOM of my 2 words ring across space and I sense the sudden silence in the crowd as I wait for a few seconds for them to settle down and focus on me...and then I go on..<br /><br />My name is not important. The color of my skin, my life style or what religion I follow are not as important as my nationality is. I....am an Indian and I am your brother. So hear this:<br /><span class="fullpost"><br />All across India, something is stirring. What the Politicians of our country never want to acknowledge is that it has never been about them - It has always been and is - about Us. Us - the people of the country.<br /><br />Even as I speak, there are those, across our borders, devising plans to divide us. There are those who embrace the leadership of <b>"kill to achieve"</b> and thrive in their thoughts of pushing us - you and me - <b>back to dark ages, poverty and slavery.</b><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 42px; height: 31px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoHqd1OzXsFg67Mq8wxDiM8LScPPfkugqEdEyD7tOK3LAWqwuy_cttuTuhsrlBBCwvQMnpprtL81qZkc0ADcGJPk0vchs1lwvB4QJJCtBTbpLXLjGRSRHa5t7rKQ9r7tr2PcNfL4ircDJ9/s320/India+flag-S-anim.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406465784698620226" /><br /><br />This I say to them...<font color="green">Beware:</font> This is not an old country in chains anymore. You are now looking at a New India. The India with intelligence and strength enough to protect itself and standards to beat any other. <font color="red">So either you accept us as a force to recon with or upgrade your own standards.</font><br /><br />Time has changed. <b>This is not a Hindu India, not a Muslim India, not a Marathi or a Bhaiyaa India anymore.</b> <br />To those who see it in such a light are to be pitied, for in this erroneous belief, they themselves become a target by evil that is eager to once again try the 'divide and Rule' within us.<br /><br /><img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 42px; height: 31px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoHqd1OzXsFg67Mq8wxDiM8LScPPfkugqEdEyD7tOK3LAWqwuy_cttuTuhsrlBBCwvQMnpprtL81qZkc0ADcGJPk0vchs1lwvB4QJJCtBTbpLXLjGRSRHa5t7rKQ9r7tr2PcNfL4ircDJ9/s320/India+flag-S-anim.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406465784698620226" />The only India that is now and <b>one that we choose to have</b> is the one that is UNITED in diversity - like the 5 fingers of one hand. We fight and we swear, we cry and we share. But <b>we behave like a family.</b><br /><br /><font color="green">My dear India,<img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAM2FcZWIB9M59C0amijgaGoxOYfFOOcNJHtz2RSwL3VTVtXoEwqrAePQtyPJQ4VMxKjuwRY7TzzuJS4dYBNohpZCBd_GehVVGRGMd5tefNFTiM-odDfkfgcYe1ny2qBMBfqZiYc5wews1/s200/happy_holi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407752625445475010" /><br />DON'T we collectively become sad as a nation when we lose a match?<br />DON'T we shed a silent tear when our Soldiers lay down their lives for us?<br />DON'T we hold our heads high in pride when one of us makes our country proud?<br />DON'T we come together as one in Joy when we celebrate our diverse festivals? </font><br /><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 42px; height: 31px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoHqd1OzXsFg67Mq8wxDiM8LScPPfkugqEdEyD7tOK3LAWqwuy_cttuTuhsrlBBCwvQMnpprtL81qZkc0ADcGJPk0vchs1lwvB4QJJCtBTbpLXLjGRSRHa5t7rKQ9r7tr2PcNfL4ircDJ9/s320/India+flag-S-anim.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406465784698620226" /><br /><b>YES we do !!</b> Physically divided by states - Emotionally United by the Tri Color.<br /><br />But what about the basics? <br />When you see a hungry child begging on the street?<br /><br /><font color="blue">I ask the so-called caretakers of this Nation...and in the same breath to YOU and my own self..</font><br /><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqag1VUZnAC-vTxYfLZBRX1hyphenhyphenRZwvPf1ZeivJ4vxQxh_Nlh4VfTGcPIq3ATfHhtmpFwJraI8dALXqIvjAYsl8Al15cOLCUYex4ek3r3YV1h6Jq28_9BZf_HM97NSQviT_vsrEtnG18FGVZ/s320/children.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406418554706950002" border="0" /><br />How can you allow this kind of suffering ?<br />How can you allow this kind of hopelessness to exist in our country?<br />With a billion thinking heads, <b>is poverty an impossible monster that can't be wiped out?</b><br /><br />Can we afford to lose the generation of tomorrow's doctors, leaders, scientists and teachers to poverty? Can we?<br /><br /><b>What is that belief that keeps us going? It's a belief that we live in a country that gives us our freedom of choice.</b> Each of us has the freedom to make of our own lives as we will.<br /><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVa9slnVW_vGO2BUCyWgBwRAPZiY_ldKlXaXKyJfxUeWZSuWkjscuxYmRuSvPNaftHhrTrSXDJhE5xedxTuSCrOMMzxzj6WiKbK5Uf1ay22FlZivJ5NELjHloARSu5gjDIQCj4GMtOMzF1/s320/taj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406418782907290162" border="0" /><br /><b>Remember 26/11 - <font color="red">when Mumbai was Raped??</b></font><br />Were you there to light the candles at the <b>citizen Peace march??</b> Or did you just see it on TV? The souls of the dead must have expected you to be there with them....one last time. Were you there??<br /><br />Without saying much about that ghastly RAPE....<br />I only urge the <b>stronger hands of our elders and leaders</b> to hold us tight and tell us that they will not let go the next time.<br /><br />In the worst of the storm,<br />in the fieriest of the rains,<br />let those that are in power join hands tighter than the grip of mountains and surround us with their protective shield and keep us safe.<br />when we need them the most....let those hands pledge to be there to protect and guide us in our times of need.<br /><br />India, we cannot turn back now. <b>we must pledge once more. Pledge to march proudly into the future, our heads held high.</b><br /><br /><b>Make a promise to make a change.</b><br /><br />Change will happen when we come together as one and demand:<br />New ideas,<br />New Politics,<br />New responsibilities<br />New accountabilities and<br />New approach towards the bright future that we march for.<br /><br />Let us make that change.<br /><font color="red">And that Change does not have to come from India. Instead, it has to come <b>TO</b> India. <b>WE</b>......are that change.</font><br /><br /><b>ONE voice can make a difference.</b><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQSNrKnHjRozvxrF3LGLeHUmLS6tdWbh6Mnb06Qa5FAbggAbN2kVuOHsxpiKBTJUBQHn8O8mO6TkC53hf6ZGcTDOfmedxDP9BwVfVUJgfNXi85usMUouZBInQds3Vbqe-qF0vE4-k4NlV5/s200/indian_flag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406420631512512370" border="0" /><br /><font color="blue"><br />One voice can change a room.<br />if it can change a room, it can change a City.<br />if it can change a City, it can change a State.<br />And if it can change a state, it can change a Nation.<br /><br />AND IF it can change a NATION......IT CAN CHANGE THE WORLD !!!</font><br /><br /><b>YOUR ONE VOICE CAN CHANGE THE WORLD !!</b><br />(but will it ever be yours?)<br /><br /><b>God bless Mother India !!! JAI HIND !!!</b><br />-<br />-<br />-<br />-<br />-<br />And....they ask me to come back as I see the next speaker ready for his speech. I realize I had taken exactly 9 minutes and a few seconds to let my feelings out. And I suddenly wondered - how can something bottled up for years be told in mere 9 minutes and a few seconds?<br /><br />"Thank you for bearing with me" - I silently tell the open eyed faces and clapping hands and I head off the dais and for home.<br /><br /><font color="gray">(This blog post is a work of fiction. The intention of this write-up is not to hurt anyone's sentiments in anyway whatsoever. The photographs are for representation purposes only.)</font><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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The rest..you have to create..should you choose to accept the assignment. If you do not, we stand to lose the $15,00,00,000 and our faces. Your 40% cut will be delivered to your bank account number as usual.<br />We assume your acceptance. Till the completion of the assignment, you shall go by the code name, '<b>Chote Miyaan 007</b>', shhh. Best of luck !!</span><br /><br />The story so far...<br /><br /><u>Yusuf Baig Ali Mohammad</u> had just done with with his afternoon namaz and was making his way back to his clothes shop in the mid of the market, Delhi.<br /><br /><u>Harshwardhan Ganatra</u> was a sales guy in a multi national company in Hydrabad. He had rushed home for his lunch like he did everyday. His mind revolved around his new big sales opportunity in the coming week.<br /><br /><u>Irabai Shilke</u>, a maharashtrian, worked as a house help for a rich punjabi family in Mumbai. She sat in the drawing room chopping vegetables for the lunch that needed to be prepared that afternoon.<br /><br />And quite far...away from the humdrum of city life, at the same time, on the mighty Himalayas, <b>Lijoe and his 3 friends</b> had jus settled down quite tired on a snow plain after having climbed some fifteen feet at a stretch. All lads of around 26 of age, had decided to go mountain climbing, having eyed this as a once in a lifetime opportunity.<br /><br />Gathering their harnesses and pick axes, they gleefully clicked photographs of the beauty all around knowing those photos would be the talk of the town among their friends and family once they reach back home. <b>It was snowing lightly and the wind was picking up.</b> Lijoe and his friends decided to halt where they were and call it a day. By late evening, they had built a makeshift tent and settled down with ready tea and coffees, in their warm air bags.<br /><br />Soon it had become night and everyone had dived into their bed and snored away to glory....except for Lijoe. The wind outside had picked up it's pace and Lijoe could hear it's sharp whistles. Sometime passed and sleep still deprived Lijoe.<br /><br /><span style="color:blue;">Suddenly he heard a noise outside</span>...near the tent. The noise sounded like the <b>hmmm</b> of a blowing fan or someone humming rapidly. His friends slept on with blissful ignorance. Lijoe popped his head out of the tent to look around. The humm still being there, he put on his warm heavy coat, hung his camera around his neck and got out of the tent to check the source of that mysterious hmm.<span class="fullpost"><br /><img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375287683576495698" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk7ixMr1769YaoX2yowzWi8jgVPAU4m-1_bz45c5sbZdGyer1kxgQgMmFUpn7yYiqRng8jp1-qzV0PXzJTXcb6mDN8GYLg4KHIPfqd4SCaiGh47KeGVh-URS-07huBuUvX37qtCYc5HCnG/s320/climbing.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 258px; width: 230px;" border="0" />As he stood up in the snow, with the wind hitting him on his face, he looked around. It was very dark, frightening and somehow the place seemed hostile. He walked around his tent cautiously for he thought the humm might have been that of a bear nearby. <b>But he could see nothing</b>..yet the feeling of something odd persisted and the humm stayed on.<br /><br /><span style="color:blue;">And then...he saw</span>. He saw a <span style="color:red;">light</span>. It came from the other side of the rocks not so far away. It was a dim and a different kind of light...or it seemed so.. from where he stood. Something seemed to cover it. He realized it was from a cave.....<b>a naturally formed cave that had gone unnoticed</b> by them so far. But this was too far up on the mountain for anyone to be living and no one had informed them of any other group of mountain climbers that week.<br /><br />The cave didn't seem too far away from him to have a look at. And if there was light, it stood to reason there was a human inside. He decided not to alarm his sleeping friends and check it out himself. ..............<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br /><img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375289665519835554" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5JaJr_xxVIiD4mvN1QDpkOh66EJP6GDWPGy1TqnUXdF_4ijpb0duYnc1xCkbsjYqzn6gdoV0BakdMejYg3LUxXprN8gHZB08GkRY_qWAWto9Wm5DhR6DxWRU6HWlPnU83oP7aoBzKMmI4/s200/question-mark.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 150px; width: 126px;" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:red;">WHAT HAPPENED NEXT.......??</span><br /><br />So Chote Miyaan 007, this is where you takeover. Spin the yarn, o' story teller and spin it good. Use your <b>powers</b> of imagination. We rely on you.<br /><br />Remember : <span style="color:green;"><b>With great power comes great responsibility and shit.</b></span><br />Best of luck.<br /><br /><span style="color:blue;"><br />Rules:<br />A. Only 3 lines of story per comment. Non-story comments are always welcome as usual.<br />B. Plz copy the 3 lines of story from the comment above yours and add it to yours in your comment. So the story will proceed as per each comment...doubling with each one.<br />C. No limit to comments (story lines). You can keep at it.<br />D. UPDATED STORY WILL BE POSTED, AS IT COMES, AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS POST BELOW.<br /><br />E. And... most importantly. HAVE FUN O' great yarn spinner..! :-) :-)</span><br /><br /><br />***********************<br /><br /><span style="color:red;"><b>Updated story contributed by 007 via COMMENTS : </b></span><br /><br /><b>(Tanvi)</b><br />He walked carefully in the dark, trying not to slip or make noise. He obviously didn't want to scare away anything or anyone , if there was any. Soon he approached the cave and somehow there was a little warmth emerging from the cave..<br /><br /><b>(Avdi)</b><br />He looked into the cave and saw a tall man. He was dressed in white and had a long beard and emanated light. Lijoe was transfixed while the creature slowly turned and fixed his beam like eyes on him.<br /><br /><b>(Self Proclaimed...)</b><br />Lijoe suddenly realized that the beam like eyes were actually the sunlight in his room and that he was late for the mountain climbing, knew would be screwed later on, so he went back to sleep as normal people do on their offs.<br /><br /><b>(Me)</b><br />On 2nd thoughts he realized, it was dead of the night, he was wide awake and facing real danger. This creature was as real as they came. Was this...what they called a YETI - the monster of the mountains, spotted by monks a long time back??<br />Lijoe shivered. Whatever the mystery of he light, he had to first get out of this place and alert his friends. The creature was still staring at him menacingly.<br /><br /><b>(Self Proclaimed...)</b><br />but no, the Yeti died 100000 years ago when his great great great great great grandfather slaughtered it (?) during the famous fight of "Man and Yeti 1546". He fiddled with the medal which was given to his great great great great great grandfather by the then King "Chi Huan" for slaughtering that beast! No, that thing with beam like eyes has to be the great great great great great grandson of the yeti and great great great great grandson of Big Foot. It has to be "The Lochness Monster (Gasp!)<br /><br /><b>(Me)</b><br />All that may be true", he thought. But rite now it was a great time to - Panic. So, he put his palms on his cheeks, screamed loud like a woman, turned and ran like hell. He just had to get back to his tent since one of his friends was an expert on the Lochness Monster.<br /><br /><b>(Self Proclaimed...)</b><br />And scream he did. Like a woman who was denied her chocolate, he screamed. The scream was loud that Yusuf Baig Ali Mohammad nearly collapsed on the Streets of Delhi, Harshwardhan Ganatra temporarily rendered brain damage in which he forgot about his new sales deal and Irabai Shilke cut her finger while chopping vegetables. But his Lochness Monster expert friend refused, simple REFUSED, to wake up from the dead. But little did the world know that the above three mentioned people had the power to destroy the monster. So hitching up their Pj, business suit and 9 yard Saree (respectively) they ran towards a water body and like one dipped their special rings in the water and were transported to right in front of the screaming Lijoe. He almost fainted with this 2nd shock.<br /><br /><b>(Me)</b><br />Lijoe was stunned at all that was happening to him all of a sudden...ever since he had seen the light. But he suddenly realized why these crazy things were happening to him. He had a pretty good idea why all hell was breaking loose rite in front of his eyes.<br /><br /><b>(Avdi)</b><br />He remembered that the light that was emnating from the ggggggrandson of YetiLochNessMonster that his ggggggrandfather had killed was actually a signal. His subconscious had registered it BUT he was slow to understand. It was telling him that the planet earth was facing a great danger that only Lijoe could avert.<br /><br /><b>(Me)</b><br />"MY PLANET EARTH IN DANGER?? ", thought Lijoe. "Not in a 1000 years. Not when I am still alive. I guess now it's time for - <b>The greatest Super Hero - <span style="color:red;">'Monster fighter Lijoe-man'</span></b> to make an entrance." And so thinking, he looked for a telephone booth somewhere nearby to change his getup in a hurry....<br /><br /><b>(Sakshi)</b><br />He turned frantically around and saw a telephone booth hanging upside down at the back of the mysterious cave. He rushed towards it and yanked opened the door and what he saw inside made him scream out for Jesus H Christ....Inside curled up was a creature who looked like half a frog from the waist down and above the waist line was that of a handsome prince with his crown screwed tightly over his head.<br /><b>Readers please welcome the character of the <span style="color:red;">BLogprince</span></b> ;)<br /><br /><b>(Imp's Mom)</b><br />Stunned Silence. Then realization dawns... Another Superhero? and then starts the race to save the planet earth. And too bad they cant work together cause they Hate each other.<br /><br /><b>(Sakshi and Me - at the same time)</b><br />Lijoe thought the chilling snow was playing a trick on him and to check if he was dreaming, he whacked his butt. A scream escaped his mouth before he could stifle the sound of pain caused upon himself. The sound was enough to stir up the sleeping BLOGPRINCE.<br />He knew for sure somehow, that he hated this another superhero...the first time he saw him. he didnt have to wackhis butt again for that. So without formal introductions, Lijoe man asked Blogprince, "Hey dude, wot r your powers? WOt can u do?" BlogPrince replied, "Dude, U can call me Prince for short, chill out. And cant u fuckin see my legs?? I can jump tall buildings in a single leap. Im a born leader. Enuff about me. What can YOU do?? "<br /><br /><b>(Imp's Mom)</b><br />Me?? *thud* I dunno! I just realized I am A SuperHero. WOW!<br /><br /><b>(Me)</b><br />The prince further said, "Lijoe-Man, know any good plastic surgeon, who's like 'in the budget' so to speak?? After this thing is over, I wanna get my legs fixed."<br /><br /><b>(Workhard)</b><br />Lijoe could think of only one person.. this kind hearted brain surgeon who specializes in amputation too.. Dr WOO.. and she d be happy to help.. sarcastic though.. in the 'Prince's budget'.... she would be willing to do it for free!!!!! Would the prince be ready for a consultation?Hmmmmm<br /><br /><b>(Me)</b><br />But he decided, he wudn't want any other man to go thru wot he himself did with Dr Woo. So he said, "Nahh, I don't know any surgeon really. But I do know though, wotever u do, do not go to any doc by the name 'Dr Woo'. And don't u know the concept of yellow pages, man? Find one in there. Now...stay still and let me see wot Earth shattering problem we have come across this time". So saying, Lijoe-man walked bravely deeper into the cave. He didnt know wot awaited him inside.<br /><br /><b>(Avdi)</b><br />What the BLOGPRINCE did not know was that he was this way because he was only half kissed by a princess, he needed another half kiss from the same princess, not some surgeon. Anyhow, LIJOE had to go save the world and needed to find HIS powers. So he went deeper in the cave and found the telephone booth shining like a lovely beacon.<br /><br /><b>(Me)</b><br />"Damn, another telephone booth?", thought Lijoe-man. "Either there are a lot of Superheroes who come here for quick getup changes or it seems some telephone company is involved. Ah hah !! I'm getting somehwere." Though he hated the Prince for some unknown reason, Lijoe-man thot he should ask the Prince to call his people to surround the cave. Backup was needed.<br /><br /><b>(Avdi)</b><br />LIJOE told the Blogprince to get help and meanwhile stepped into the phone booth. He found himself turning into a huge big TWITTER. "Shit!", he thought, "we are all connected to www, so surely the danger lies with the dreadful anti-www which is planning to DISCONNECT THE WORLD, HOW HOW HOW AWFUL." Blogprince tore his mind away from his deformed lowers and used his mind for a change, YESSS, he came to same conclusion as LIJOE-TWITTER and promptly put up an emergency post. LIJOE-Twitter Twitted mightily with all his powers and soon there were swarms of twits who rose up from the wires and zoomed towards the caves in the upper reaches. Blogrolls were rolling the information of the imminent threat to www in huge waves, and rolling towards the caves.<br /><br /><b>(Me)</b><br />"Drat, not a single sensible reply? Who lets these dimwits get connected to the Net anyways - especially Twitter?", thot Lijoe-man. Meanwhile, The Blogprince had used his powers of leap, hop and skip and had leaped onto the nearest village on the mountains. He gathered a few non English speaking people on yaks and got them to surround the Cave. And twitted a reply t Lijoe-man, inside the cave that backup was now ready. Wot's the plan??<br /><br /><b>(Me)</b><br />And..instantly the Blog prince got a reply back frm Jijoe man. This was teh precise, word to wrd reply, " HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA". The Prince cudnt understand at all. And twitted back saying, "F##k man, come on out and explain this hahaha."<br /><br /><b>(Self Proclaimed...)</b><br />Selfie said "Lijoe replied back saying, "hahahahahahahahahahhahaha, i cannot. i am laughing too hard! ROFLMAO""<br /><br /><b>(Me)</b><br />"Ya, everyone thinks he is a comedian. I guess the REAL superhero has to do the real work" thought the Prince and hoped a huge hop into the cave to find out for himself. So hop hp he went and soon he was standing next to the laughing Lijoe man. And when finally the Prince saw wat lay in from of them...the reason why Lijoe cudnt stop laughing...he understood everything. The Prince cudnt help smile too but then said in his low commanding voice, "OK, very funny but..time to end this."<br /><br /><b>(Me)</b><br />And suddenly.......one of his sleeping friends shouted something...in his sleep. The shout awoke Lijoe. He was still in his tent.<br />He turned on the lights, looked at the Superhero Comics he had been reading before he slept. Setting them aside, he smiled, took on a big breath and thought aloud - "Ahh, WOTA DREAM...IF ONLY I WAS A SUPERHERO.....Sighhhh"<br /><br />He saw his friends sleeping peacefully and switched off the light once again.<br /><br />XXXXX ---- THE END ---- XXXXX<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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Big auditorium, rich looking people, page 3 women etc. A crowd of around 80.<br /><br />We looked out of place with <b>our hair lookin' like it's forgotten wot gravity means</b>. One of my friends looked at all of us, lifted his shoulders in a 'matter of fact' way and said, <font color="blue">"Hey, it's how u are that matters, not how u look, rite?"</font> and all of us nodded in a hurry. Thanx to whoever originally made this senseless phrase.<br /><br />So things leveled, we sat down for the convention with other people, our ears all receptive. And when it started...well...the less said about it the better. <b>Watching a snail glide is more fun.</b><br /><br />Finally when it was break time a.k.a lunch time, everyone rushed to get up and get out of the place. Some even for lunch actually. And us.. we rushed to the <b>pissitorium</b> to relieve ourselves.<br /><br />That done, we decided to skip it and head for Pizza-hut or someplace....but one of my friends had an evil idea. He said, <font color="blue">"Hey, before we leave, <b>how bout a BET??</b> I jus' got a grt idea. Wot say?"</font><br /><span class="fullpost"><br /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuvBvyVstoUVWsyn4dMVhHJcIIDA1z4DC2VCVkni2bEAeXEz_sEBkQC4HviAR_bEAc95ND-bznRHV2IndaprC3cwNLwwW_YZH-JUDoWGiElVl-xVrUYbS6iJXNqpiJcWfUtfL8hVLlehRm/s200/laf00.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368056175852244994" />We wanted to know more. So he said <font color="red">"Listen u guys, this place is all screwed up and yawn boring, rite? How 'bout some fun then? So I'm BETTING anyone of u to mix around with a few people here and <b>crack at least 5 of the worst jokes u can think of and if they laugh on any 3 of them</b>, I'll pay 100 bucks... rite here, rite now. Who's up for it?"</font> So saying, he smiled a wicked wide evil smile.<br /><br />Now THAT was a BET if I'd ever heard one and I could instantly remember at least 3 stupid jokes even as I smirked. I wondered which one of us would do it. <br /><br /><b>Everyone was looking at everyone and then suddenly everyone.....was looking at ME. </b><br /><br />I stared back. <font color="blue">"WOT?? Hey, wo wo wo woahhh not me guys, I'm not doin it".</font> They kept staring at me, their smiles gettin bigger by the second. For the next 5 minutes, I was cajoled, pleaded with, tempted, threatened and even blackmailed into doing it. <b>Sighh..blackmail got me</b>.<br /><br />So it was ME then. <b>I had no choice.</b><br /><br /><b>Mixing in a group was no big task.</b> I mixed around in a group of 7 having their lunch on paper plates on a buffet. My friends, pretending to be a group stood quite close to mine pretending to make some stupid conversation...knowing pretty well wot to expect in the next few minutes.<br /><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_N1g4QAb70CrhyphenhyphenO9eKGYIB1ANG_B7oPKh_EKwLHuPcs2PQKkaOmU4bTUCxLht1AfkaEdlQJi4n5ILDYCu4-ItDtO6OPA-bH4iV4D_jCqVA1tiuPSKfOG8CGLfVGgO3-XxiRd7g08cohSt/s200/laf02.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368056177814336498" /><br />So I made myself a bit comfortable in the group introducing myself and nodding at wotever crap they were talking about. Suddenly, I said in an attention grabbing tone, <font color="blue">"Hey, to be honest, this convention is so boring, man. I mean, the only best part about it is this lunch, wot say you all?"</font> And to my s'prise everyone agreed. This was a good sign.<br /><br />So before anyone in my group could start any new topic, I cracked my first big one. I had decided on one liners.<br />I cracked about the guy who had made that boring speech on the podium. I said <font color="red"><b>"If I meet that guy, I'd tell him that the last thing I wanted to do with him was hurt him. But it wud still be on the list."</b></font> They let out a small laugh. I scored.<br /><br />Not a bad opener. I had to crack only 2 more and I would win.<br /><br />While I was on the topic of the guy on the podium, I cracked another one almost immediately, <font color="red"><b>"And If I were to agree with all he had to say, we wud both be wrong."</b></font> Everyone laughed louder this time and I was into the character of the man talking 'matter of fact way' looking quite serious.<br /><br /><b>Two down, one to go. Hell yeah !!</b><br /><br />My friend made an air sign of one more. Yea I knew. I had so far made a grt opening. My friend who had laid the bet...looked dull.<br /><br />The next 10 minutes dragged on and I had cracked 2 more one liners, one after the other. And they both bombed badly. Not even a slight smile. The only smile that I cud see was on my bet laying friend's lips.<br /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtIBGsdTQvQKA3JAkXfarfah_SOGIYedlHwXRcNSPE_GRu05chFCTxmA3v6Sil1YkZWIzkJ4N-IUZ6UdlwtsWdcCWmmyvTUZ76o8onq-vS4qgL00dbA1CiL03fvMRrf5jLrd92OQp9MmHd/s200/laf03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368056183349009522" /><br />This was bad and I was thinking hard on what to do next. I had only one chance left and I had to make it count. Of all the dumb jokes in the world that I have read in emails, Joke sites, heard from my friends, colleagues...<b>I cudn't remember one single, darn one.</b> Pathetic !! <br /><br />And then, just as suddenly.... one popped up in my mind. I remember it was real pathetic yet I had laughed myself silly on it that time and I was sure these dumb heads would too. I came rite down to desperation and announced <font color="blue">"Hey, anyone wanna hear a joke?"</font> I think someone had nodded by mistake and off I went...<br /><br />I cracked...<font color="red"><b><br />"Two zebras are talking, rite? <br />One asks the other, "Am I black with white stripes or am I white with black stripes?" <br />The other replies, "Well I don't know. You should pray to God about that and ask him." <br />So that night he prayed and God replied, "You are what you are."<br />The next day he said to the other zebra, "I still don't understand what I am because God just said, You are what you are."<br />The second zebra responds, "Then You MUST be white with black stripes or else God would have said, 'Yo is what yo is, man!'"</b></font> <br /><br /><b>No sooner I had finished saying it...I started laughing at my own joke</b>. I had burst out laughing when I had heard it before and I was doing it again. I really did find this joke funny. With by now watery eyes, I looked at the people round and saw everyone having a confused look on their faces. Not a single one o' them had even smiled. I think the fuckers hadn't got the joke at all. <br /><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRf26uI1pkBSbjpinioflldx1Yq8n28fmED231Q4VSKxw_iBhNhDfrFfN-Z3Zdlsahv5RfCMPP6GeMdvkHq2_lQRvDmzA_dyngFYHI0EvDRSYWAxOA4o-A9SSHCX4St_6hvPFzdlwau4Ta/s200/laf04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368056186689025234" /><br />But, oh man, I was at the point of no return. The dumb faces of the people looking at me made me laugh even more. <b>I was so lost that I had to sit down on the chair</b> behind me to control my paining tummy and give it a rest. After about a minute or so of my uncontrollable laughing.....I looked up. I had thought since I had lost, I might as well get up, thank everyone and leave but wot I saw surprised the hell outta me. <b>Everyone was laughing now.</b> Some smirked. But yea....everyone had their teeth out wide looking at me.<br /><br />I had got it. I had done it. They had finally got the joke. <b>I had successfully cracked 3 jokes and made people laugh. I had WON. Wooopieee.</b> I had EARNED those damn 100 bucks. <br /><br />I looked over at my group and they were laughing too with high fives on. I got up, apologized for my stupidity and said thanx to everyone for being chilled out and bid adieu to them. They still had huge smiles and smirks on their faces. I went over to my group and everyone high-fived me and we went out of the convention hall of the hotel.<br /><br />Once out I demanded, <b>"Pay up"</b> to my friend. He said, <font color="blue">"Dude, I don't know if I should."</font> I didn't understand. But one of my other friends argued, "hey, it stands to argument on what they really laughed on. U can't say they didn't laugh at the joke. So he deserves his 100 bucks. Pay up man."<br /><br />I was lost. I asked them straight forward on wot the argument was all about. <b>Wot else wud they be laughing on if not at my joke??</b> Wot my friends told me next has now become a big joke by itself and <b>more fodder for blackmail.</b><br /><br />One of my pals explained,"Dude, remember they weren't laughing when u had cracked the last joke?" I nodded. And then you sat down and they started laughing? I nodded again. "Well dude, it wasn't the joke they were laughing on. It was on YOU." "Me? Howz that?" I asked, trying to think back and figure it out.<br /><br /><font color="blue">"Well, u remember we had gone to take a piss?" "Ya so?"</font>, I asked in a hurry to know the answer. He answered finally, <font color="blue"><b>"So....dude, when u sat on the chair - your zip got wide open....STILL IS. U never ZIPPED your pants up, man !!"</b></font><br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />I realize how I musta looked. Stupid guy with his zip open without realizing it and laughing like crazy. Well, I got the 100 bucks nevertheless. But I'm more aware of my post office now!! <br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2EpmkDbsJK2dI62rrIJkpcc3chybH-GCM7HcxqGZUocobBdmSGsvEx4VZk3nnJZyF_z_oWj67cqr0vh82qlaDmm5hHuHgde0OaZDeE58AuLeMkTfy4ltMgWu7M5nMslcHuISD18uopIsT/s320/laf05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368057545933458786" /><center><b>Cmon humor me - tell me the worst joke you ever heard.</b> I'll let u know if I laughed. :-)</center><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364328656525633698" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf_2QvcF-JPSKSQILrtk0Fzq1cMGENKGhkgjOk1v0hlRPpQfNkPDIcZ4VIqeshkwJYKxrRSjKXcDJwQKU3RDQgcC8dsO43MH1-AG2wdCK9DJtHDLKV5yvqEa32QhOgmXBCniV04RRATI1H/s400/gun-assault-rifle.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 167px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /> <br />
<span style="color: blue;">City</span> : Tikrit, Iraq - 100 miles Northwest of Baghdad. Home town and former strong hold of the 'allegedly' late Saddam Hussein.<br />
<span style="color: blue;">General Population</span> : Fast decreasing.<br />
<span style="color: blue;">Armed forces in the City</span> : Combined UN forces believed to be double the size of total city population. <br />
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UN forces ops are pre-warned of the hostile nature of the locals on assignment Tikrit. Alert Code Red on suicide bombers is active 24/7 in and around the city.<br />
<span style="color: red;"><br />Friday : The day of Juma Prayers.<br />Time : 7:15 pm.</span><br />
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<b>Privates Santiago, Anderson and Martinez</b> were on Patrol duty on their military assigned MUV, having got their orders from their base Camp TI-21 that morning. Their vehicle was recently armed and mounted with a counter-IED (<b>Improvised Explosive Device</b>) that had the 3 privates feeling a bit safer out on hostile streets. (<span style="color: green;">Counter-IED is a new technology that jams enemy radio signals making it impossible for hidden attackers to detonate explosives.</span>)<br />
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Santiago lead the team of three. Their primary assignment - to make random checks on vehicles passing by for any suspicious movements or activities. They had on their backpack a list of men identified internationally as known and wanted terrorists on the run - both active and sleepers.<br />
<span class="fullpost"><br />Active terrorist camps were being identified in Iraq and raided on continuous basis but it was the sleepers that held real trouble.<br /><br /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364329296217721010" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipErVEy1X6O7qKTzXdvNbiVroD5g065JXcQ-rLX6ElxVjNE6fvlWn71U8vK93iCALrxmc9q4KyOtl0v5UhmvQ_DSDqqWMLSfNz-2fDOoWta-2pgbfhv1YYwY2wzHEw0YW-Hyr14BY8x-Z4/s200/soldier2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 190px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 260px;" /> Therefore, the 2nd assignment for the privates was to click the photographs of the occupants of the vehicles if they looked suspicious in anyways whatsoever and do an immediate photo back-check with base for identification and clearance. This required them to be on alert their entire duty time.<br /><br />An hour had passed and they were moving from place to place - their weapons on check and ready. Tikrit had a tendency of utilizing guerrilla warfare to the core. The Privates weren't taking any chances.<br /><br /><span style="color: red;">Time: 9:30 pm.</span><br />The privates stopped their vehicle and got out to do some barricade checking. Two barricades were put up and each vehicle stopped and checked. Private Anderson took the side of the road that had incoming traffic and the other 2 privates, the outgoing. Every vehicle stopped was assumed to be laden of weapons and occupants armed and dangerous. They parked their own MUV on the side of the road with Counter-IED on the ON mode. <br /><br />Every vehicle they stopped, they had all it's occupants ordered out on gun point and their vehicle checked. This was routine and the soldiers did their job efficiently. Due apologies were mentioned if nothing was found and their identification was clean.<br /><br />Private Anderson saw <span style="color: red;">a red colored vehicle approach</span> on his side of the road. He kept an eye on the vehicle to see if there's any sudden suspicious reaction from the occupants in the car. As the car closed in, he noticed the people inside.<br /><br /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412816921489215538" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcS11jE_u3DkAc6xLihpDZROgUncFNghXUv5uViB6KLPiNEJxiLj3gsSpIL8MuLbXZ8XeVaqnZdfMJ2Zm62udfrZFzzMwQI0vruTETPG2PzAIALZmpYsHR9cqU8_RSg2_j1YtOF_OE61JT/s200/soldier.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 156px;" /> It was a family. A man driving the vehicle, a woman by his side in the front and two good looking kids around 5 or 6 of age - both boys, in the back seat. <br /><br /><b>But, family or no family, the car was going to be checked</b>. The vehicle was approaching at normal speed indicating nothing out of the ordinary. Privates Santiago and Martinez had not seen the vehicle yet. They were busy flagging and checking the vehicles coming from the other side of the road.<br /><br />Anderson's side had only that one red car approaching. The car moved at a steady speed. But just as suddenly.....it stopped....at least 30 feet short of Anderson for reason unknown.<br /><br />Anderson couldn't comprehend any usual reasons like a puncture or Tyre burst for the car to stop. Yet, the driver had seemingly decided to do just that.<br /><br /><b>"Uh oh...this is not good"</b>, Anderson thought. He got his hands on his assault rifle on instinct and aimed it at the vehicle. What he saw next confirmed the fact that he was right. This was definitely a problem car. He saw the driver and the woman get out from the front in a hurry and reach to the back of the car and then break into a sudden run in the opposite direction in a straight line.<br /><br />They ran straight in such a fashion that the car sat directly in between Anderson and them. They were being cunningly smart and were avoiding being shot. <br /><br />What Anderson didn't really understand was the reason for their sudden dash especially when their children were still in the vehicle. The two boys had confusion written all over their innocent faces.<br /><br /><b>Anderson shouted for the running couple to stop</b>.<br />His shout got the attention of his mates - Martinez and Santiago. They let a car go by un-checked on their side and started immediately to reach Anderson. But Anderson had left his position. He was now walking briskly with his Assault Rifle - aim ready near his eyes, towards the red vehicle. He anticipated more trouble for some reason. His primary aim, though, was to get the children out of the car first.<br /><br />Santiago and Martinez reached where Anderson was a minute back. From their new position they could see the car with the boys inside, Anderson rushing towards it and also the couple running in the distance. This definitely looked disastrous. <br /><br />Santiago was known to be the most alert among the 3. He was also known to be a street-smart soldier with impeccable survival instincts. Santiago's brain took on the situation in a second and his instinct came to fore like a blast. <br /><br />By this time, however, Anderson had broken into a run towards the car, armed with his fire-ready rifle. It wouldn't take more than a minute for him to reach it.<br /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364340386927535874" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4WI9dA-aeFFxlFvSOjyqHXWjKrOwM4WYuhxIoszw8-Zup9XH82d1Eb1FMxMMBgQ4Dv_kcDruJkf-nePmt6ayuE5jnUNhS-lKxia0kyRxONAYlgsi7jq7bvknM3unN5jMWe8D0e189jzaH/s320/soldier3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 180px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 250px;" /><br />Time was not a luxury here. Santiago had had an instinct and his brain computed on what had the highest possibility of happening here. And if his instinct was going to be right, time was almost lost. <b>There was only one chance and Santiago took it</b>.<br /><br />He shouted his command to Anderson on the top of his voice, from where he was, in the most threatening way he could -<span style="color: red;"> "SOLDIER, STOP !! Don't move an inch.</span>" Anderson heard it and stopped dead on his tracks. But even before he could turn to see Santiago and understand the reason to have been given this command, he heard <b>another command</b> the very next instant - "<span style="color: red;">GET DOWN. NOW !!</span>". <br /><br />Soldiers are taught to act on the spur, more-so on such tense situations. When you hear such commands, you don't think, you DO. If you don't, you die. Period. This was survival basics. <b>Anderson immediately jumped as far away from the vehicle as possible and threw himself to the ground in a large thud</b>.<br /><br />As Anderson was throwing himself to the ground, so were Santiago and Martinez. It had been barely a second since the soldiers had got themselves to the ground when <span style="color: red;">THE CAR BLEW UP in a terrifying huge blast</span>.<br /><br /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364332818114775250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6SMhYxEQMCji9nJsGqOWfgzZeL4CMNl2-W6CW4-KwNf3XfoLPdjOW4efKf4kMBn5__ftC7bDGbHuchCgJi1W2zAg0s5tTehTM3Lh5icRbALeg7aE1lmHUu0dVAH1fslpAWk-6XG43XhkX/s400/carexplode.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 246px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /> It was blown away to smithereens. The burning door of the car went high in the air and landed directly on Anderson's left leg and he shouted in pain.<br /><br />Martinez got up, picked up the sand on the side of the road and rushed to Anderson and threw it on his burning leg. Santiago was already on his side getting the fire out from Anderson's burning pants. <br /><br />This time Martinez heard Santiago. "<span style="color: blue;">Get those bastards</span>", he said. Martinez turned to look at Santiago and saw the fiercest look of his team leader he had ever seen. The next instant saw Martinez running towards their MUV, starting it up and driving at break neck speed towards the running couple who had by now gained quite some distance.<br /><span style="color: red;"><br />Day : Saturday.<br />Time : 03:59 am.<br />Location: Base Camp TI-21. </span><br /><br />Sergent Major R. Hamilton sat on his chair and read Private Santiago's detailed report on the events of the evening. The summary was presented quite clearly.<br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">Terrorist vehicle make : Fiat mini.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Vehicle color : Red.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Vehicle Occupants : Four. Single male adult, age around 40. Single female adult, age around 30, 2 children, both male, age around 6.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">Casualty : 4 dead, 1 injured. All vehicle occupants dead. Adult male shot by Private Martinez. Adult female dead due to Cyanide consumption. Both male children blown in vehicle blast. Private Anderson suffered burns on his left leg. Burn percentage - 80. Currently hospitalized in base.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">Terrorist Identification : Both adult bodies identified on Pentagon database of the internationally wanted.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Reason for attack : Unknown.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Assumed target of terrorist vehicle: Base camp TI-21.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Counter-IED assumed no role in the saving of private Anderson's life. Private Martinez and me are ready for another day. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">End of Report.</span><br /><br /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364328992824321074" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhODfOiscBZEX8PoIAYb6BobLglkt04ozQAJGWBdF4udXQAFWPDGw7icns_RJWKUGkfKD5YID_2Zy7GcMz2TUmDueYcgiA5KAxrrQt_ynT1OPlciwNEmkBzHWVWLqv2lGLo3O6EitKa_osI/s320/soldier.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 223px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /><br />Major R. Hamilton kept the report on the table, sipped his tea without any expressions and whispered to himself in controlled anger, "<span style="color: green;">Fucking hell, We aren't going that easy. Bring it on !!</span>"<br /><br /><br /><br /><b>Clear and present message:</b><br />To the authorities of the world : Stop uniform terrorism.<br />To the people who take up arms : Stop killing Innocent people.<br />To the people of the world : Accept and follow the age-old religion - Peace.<br /><br /><br /><br />(<span style="color: grey;">The above is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any character or situation is purely coincidental. The photos are for representation purposes only.</span>)</span></div>
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<span style="color: green;">Catching my breath of life, I looked up to thank him but couldn't find him anywhere. In an instant...he was gone.</span><br />
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<b>Sunday - the 10th of July, 1994.</b><br />
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A bright morning indeed. Some friends called me up at about 6 in the morning and made an impromptu plan to enjoy the rest of the morning, jumping, swimming, like total masti to the heart's delight at the <b>local swimming pool</b>. I joked asking, <span style="color: blue;">"Do we really need to go all the way to the pool just to pee?"</span>.<br />
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Well then, for us teenagers...it was game on. So off went my friends a little early and I reached a half an hour later. I entered the bright pool area with my....ahem....<b>sexy blue chaddi and a grey T</b>, looking quite chik. The chlorine blue water of the pool and people enjoying themselves was a great sight to see.<br />
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For some reason though, most of the people were splashing around only in one particular part of the pool. I didn't really understand the reason why and didn't think much about it either.<br />
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I saw the <b>show off divers</b> diving from the 1st and the 2nd floor diving boards, plugging themselves in the water so hard you'd think they were intentionally trying to commit suicide.<br />
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If <span style="color: green;">Anu Malik</span> were judging the diving show off, I'm sure he would have blurted out...<br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br />Tune dive jo maari, toh taali maine maari,<br />Tooo-neehe..dive jo maari....toh taali maine maari..<br />Aree nahi bhi hota agar yahan pani......<br />tab bhi hogaya hota main paani pani....." </span><br />
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Ok..moving on. The less said about this, the better.<br />
<span class="fullpost"><br />So well, I couldn't find my pals anywhere. I did check some chickies out though, *wink*.<br /><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN-Nc4f3I8zmlUq8cghvaejGlBcuAOLbfpmy1s-fOiWHEhAIvuinldYlTMcEbMuyAcbCBaJ4kwRBy9GEsHwbj4SX8PY_8VTWYyQhNqNxza0GdvMKjF6qKAvAD9XJSP3O5v7KaktdY2b04A/s320/underwater+pool.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359503044031497170" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 190px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /><br />I noticed the other side of the pool had quite, serene water but almost no one there to enjoy it. I wondered why that was but then who really cared? The water looked inviting and I was gonna go in. After all, this is what I had come for...friends or no friends. <br /><br />So over I went to the other side by the edge of water, <b>took a deep breath</b>, pinched my nostrils shut with the thumb and forefinger of my left hand and holding on to <b>my blue, sexy chaddi</b> from the other...I dived in with a SPLASHH !!<br /><br />The water took my shape for an instant as if it wanted to experience me length to breath and then took me in. The feeling was great....until I submerged. The moment my head went in......extreme calm took over. The kinda calm that usually brings about a wild storm behind it.<br /><br />The water kept pulling me in and placed me in perfect midway. I opened my eyes and saw the blueness of the water and the white tiled base of the pool shown under my feet. <br /><br />An instant later, reality hit me like a ton of bricks as I realized....<b>"OH SHIIIT....I CAN'T SWIM"</b>. And what I saw next almost took my breath away. Right there, on the wall of the pool, it read in bold letters - <span style="color: red;">"DEPTH - 12 FEET"</span>. I realized instantly why no one had preferred to be on this side. <b>I had just jumped into the deepest part of the pool.</b><br /><br />I was roughly around 5.3'ft tall. That meant, the water level was more than double my height. I was royally stuck. I stroked my hands and legs in a frail and a failed attempt to come up.<br /><br /><span style="color: red;"><b>15 seconds had gone by and I was still underwater...</b></span><br />holding my breath and looking around to see if I could do anything to tackle the situation. I could see the steel ladder about 4 feet away horizontally to me that I could grab hold of and climb up, but...try as I might, I couldn't move to reach it. <br /><br /><span style="color: red;"><b>25 Seconds had ticked by...</b></span><br />and I was now close to panic. My options were being cruelly eliminated one by one. I hoped against hope for someone to see me and jump in for a rescue. Where was that assholish lifeguard when someone really needed his help??<br /><br />I was losing grip on my breath as moments ticked by. My chest was readying itself to burst open. I was now fighting to survive. <span style="color: blue;"><b>I was now truly fighting to stay alive</b></span>.<br /><br /><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGIBLzUI_q2YktM8dicUShC0ziKJuy1iw8enihmeiJg0_wGIyQ7s7U3lGfWbyXGITkoCZxNjGFt1j_1hMDH1p0D4Qe1POGv9JwFNVK41h-cgK4lsylQdeeb0LoTfNqtqd_qUkLpwr54E6-/s200/drowninghand.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359441974630904050" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 182px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 200px;" /><span style="color: red;"><b>35 Seconds underwater.</b></span><br />I panicked. And I was still at the same midway. My eyes darted everywhere for options as I struggled with all my might. I rowed my hands and legs as hard as I could in the upward direction. The pressure was forcing me to breath out and I was fighting against it.<br /><br />And then all of a sudden.....I saw a vision. <b>I saw my mother</b> in front of my eyes telling me to have my breakfast. I saw my school next and I saw myself winning that badminton championship and everyone congratulating me. I saw other images. I was seeing my life flash in front of me in extreme clarity.<br /><br />It terrified me. I didn't want leave my mother crying. I didn't want to leave my friends. Is this how people saw their life flash before their eyes just before they went into oblivion? I was quickly losing my battle to darkness. To live and see another day did not seem an option available to me any more..<br /><br /><span style="color: red;"><b>40 Seconds underwater...</b></span><br />and I was not gonna be able to hold on much longer. My heart beat like hell.<br /><br />The weird part was that I wasn't scared of dying. All I wanted was to meet my mother one last time. <b>All I wanted was to kiss her cheeks one last time before I went away and to tell her to not worry</b>. That I shall be going quite happy and I will always....always remember her wherever I go.<br /><br />But <b>death is not known to be generous</b>. It feels nothing, sees nothing, cares about nothing. Well... at least it treats everyone equally.<br /><br /><span style="color: red;"><b>45 Seconds underwater.</b></span><br /><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirFXnxtYhjwoZg9_WpeYe2QQ1zOrHF8t1AU9XITdIXbMGZH1fCn8rxofVngw_BJGnVeef2EGaRP8AOJTXrQX8-4r8HHj1SxiOP0z3CNpfONX6hy51ZqH5Xi0OSkqsrjtfTf4wULJpA00gI/s320/deathClock.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399930111640964018" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 250px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 169px;" />I had lost all hope. I had shouted 'HELP' several times.....but it was all in my mind. My final moment was in front of me. I made peace with it.<br /><br />And finally...finally.....I could hold on no longer. In helpless defeat, I slowly let my breath out and let my chest cave in as water began seeping into my nose. <br /><br /><b>But then....just then.....I SAW something</b>. My eyes had blurred by then but I saw something float just above me. It was something that was red in color. I lifted my head upwards with half closed eyes and realized in a moment that it was <b>a floating pair of red shorts</b>. It was jus' a matter of inference then that a pair of legs would follow the shorts. At least I hoped it would be that way.<br /><br />I was right. A pair of legs did follow. My brain reacted on an impulse. It went on <span style="color: red;"><b>'SOS - code red'</b></span> mode. If I was gonna live, THIS was the chance. A few things happened in the next few nano-seconds - with utmost, infallible precision.<br /><br /><span style="color: red;">My brain reacted at the speed of lightening and took over the commands of my body.</span><span style="color: green;"><b><br />It commanded my lungs to hold on, not let the breath go for just a few more seconds.<br />It commanded my eyes to zero in on the target double time and message back, and then to keep it in visual contact as long as the situation demanded.<br />It commanded my hands to coordinate with my eyes, reach out and grab the target as it passed by. </b></span><br /><br />The response was instant.<br /><span style="color: green;"><b><br />My lungs swiftly cut it's outflow of air swelling the chest in reaction.<br />My eyes zeroed in on the target and relayed it's exact location coordinates and 'Reach ETA' back, double time.<br />My hands, having the exact coordinates and target reach ETA, went into instant action. The fingers opened up for grab approach.</b></span><br />All this happened in a micro flash. My brain had commanded, possibly, it's last survival assault-technique before the enemy rushed in and took over.<br /><br />Next thing I knew, both my hands had reached out in haphazard coordination and grabbed on to the legs of the man who was presumably swimming past without noticing me. The force of the grab was deadly. <b>Whatever happened, I was not gonna let go</b>.<br /><br />And then, it happened. As I grabbed the legs...<br />My lungs let themselves go, they could breath no more,<br />My eyes shut themselves, they could see no more, <br />My nose and mouth let the last remaining mini ounce of breath slip away.<br /><br />Water rushed in force inside of me and I went berserk.<br /><br /><b>But my hands......they stayed loyal</b>. They didn't let go. They were not holding onto mere legs now. They were holding on to something larger. They were holding on to mighty HOPE.<br /><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixbQEVQZnKNJ5hd6DRzSjvvZkEnNb1L4-bGN_2uhrn55EtEAXRMLH8zqVp8JOln4bJxgJnxnPr5WkvG-C7NnLdEd_l1f6udQao1iGU95J7ClcHz-_LN5F8IqCdrrV6P-B8Qn10cozzINiX/s320/helping+hand.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399932872654505522" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 220px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 180px;" />As I held on, not knowing what was to follow, I felt a palm on my chin and another on my right hand lifting me up and above water. The hands of life.<br /><br />I felt a blast of cold air hit me on my face as I surfaced. Instinctively, I tried to breath through my nose and I went berserk again. The water in my head made it's evil presence known. Only when I tried breathing from my mouth, I could. I swallowed a huge fistful of air and my lungs slowly beat to life as I coughed wildly.<br /><br />And then I heard a voice. A man's voice.<span style="color: blue;"><b>"You'll be ok now",</b></span> I heard him say and he pulled me to the edge of the pool and had me sit on it. I sat with my head down, breathing in bulk like a man out of breath for centuries. I still couldn't open my chlorine affected eyes. The man patiently waited as I panted on. <br /><br />My head down, slowly I could open my eyes a tad bit and I saw him - a blurr of a man, around 28 or so, not so fair in skin color. My chest still heaving, I saw him smile at me.<br /><br />And then...<b>he said something I will never forget</b>. He said, <span style="color: red;">"Go home, your mother is waiting for you."</span> My eyes widened. How did he...?? But I was in no position to talk yet.<br /><br />Finally I felt a bit ok and when I could see a tad bit clearly, I looked up to find the man who had saved me to say my sincere thanks. But I could see no one. My side of the pool was still people-less. <br /><br />I asked one of the men around the pool if he had seen anyone near me where I sat moments back. His negative reply somehow seemed quite expected. <b>The man had DISAPPEARED</b>.<br /><br />That was it. <b>I had been given another chance to life.</b><br /><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJu-eEpLPygv_dYFQIWtaUpBKKqVfmv8F0_a1D2cC4LOa6_9-Ypz028IjKDsThIrq9rS3CekseZ3T8DVqtAZ9ZYuzZoE7Yly6AdGlvEbKbST0wNK_wHCeUjzffARJ6-7pqbvUX0mXxCaxw/s200/helping+hand.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359441152678394690" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 193px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 150px;" /><span style="color: green;"><br />To this day, I can't swim.<br />To this day I feel the fright. <br />To this day I remember the man. <br />And to this day I remember his might.</span><br /><br />And after a long, heavy discussion in my mind about the incident, going through the facts, over n' over again, I have come to but one TERRIFYING conclusion. <br /><br /><br /><span style="color: red;"><b>I think I met my death lord and my creator, both at the same time. And both had <a href="http://takeuplaces.blogspot.com/2009/03/god-read-my-post.html" target="_blank">smiled</a> at me, for different reasons !!!</b></span><br />.<br />.<br />.<br />What do YOU make out of it?<br /></span></div>
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A few participating couples had left quite 'satisfied'.<br /><br />It was night now and our couple, Suzy and Lou, lay in bed wearing flimsy night clothes talking about how steamy the day was when the conversation took a sudden touchy turn.<br /><br />The audience is treated to some <b>private bedroom talk.</b> <br />Couple in bed scene.<br />Take 1, <br />Lights, <br />Curtain draw. <b>ACTION</b> ...<br /><br />= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = <br /><br /><font color="blue">Suzy</font> - So....wot happened there? <font color="green">(the audience pull up their ears)</font><br /><br /><font color="green">Lou</font> (looking at the ceiling un-interestingly) - wot do u mean?<br /><br /><font color="blue">Suzy</font> (referring to a guest earlier in the party) - why did she get all weird when I put my finger up your <b>ass</b>? <font color="green">(the watching audience gasps and some let out a sudden laugh)</font><br /><br />Lou (now looking sideways at Suzy) - Oh yeaa...let's...let's backup a bit...why the hell DID u put your finger up my ass in the first place? <font color="green">(the audience is still snickering)</font><br /><br /><font color="blue">Suzy</font> - I dunno.<br /><br /><font color="green">Lou</font> - we been married for 5 years, you've never done that before.<br /><span class="fullpost"><br /><font color="blue">Suzy</font> - well, u know, people do that sometimes. <font color="green">(some women spectators hoot aloud.)</font><br /><br /><font color="green">Lou</font> - They do? <font color="green">(Male spectators could be heard shouting 'oh yea, oh yea babyy')</font><br /><br /><font color="blue">Suzy</font> - yea..they do.<br /><br /><font color="green">Lou</font> - uh...you ever done that before?<br /><br /><font color="blue">Suzy</font> - yeaa...a lot. <font color="green">(Male spectators hoot and loudly ask for her phone number)</font><br /><br /><font color="green">Lou</font> - My gawd..really?<br /><br /><font color="blue">Suzy</font> - Yea sure..I'm a nurse dummy, I do it to my patients.<br /><br /><font color="green">Lou</font> - Oh that way, ok. They teach u to put your finger up the ass when they train you to be a nurse??<br /><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR7uh3bfd8ZlYwR4QS4fwkAET1n_AuO80RyfEslVPAPfsRGTEBZCtb5Wi-qzAUDuRP8Zu0zYZ49kO2jEWOqWst5SVCv6BClr-T9wh6wkau6xoV7hbec2Kawoc8L7_BqVOh6KD7cPwisQk4/s200/laff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354270528578530194" /><br /><font color="blue">Suzy</font> - nooouaa....they don't..I'm experienced so I can now, ok?? Hey, don't sidetrack the topic mr. <font color="green">(Laughter from the audience)</font><br /><br /><font color="green">Lou</font> - Alright ok...so wot u saying really?<br /><br /><font color="blue">Suzy</font> - Ok, so today I put a finger up your ass and I thought, hey maybe Lou would like this. <font color="green">(hoot from some men)</font><br /><br /><font color="green">Lou</font> - OK well...I don't. So cud u not do this any more??<br /><br /><font color="blue">Suzy</font> (sitting up and irritated) - Oh, so u don't want anything up your ass but u wanna stick your dick up mine?? <font color="green">(the audience laugh loud. The women hoot loudly)</font><br /><br /><font color="green">Lou</font> - What???? Who said that???<br /><br /><font color="blue">Suzy</font> - Well, don't all guys fantasize screwing women up their ass?? <font color="green">(The women shout, "oh yeaa..uh huh, they so do")</font><br /><br /><font color="green">Lou</font> (sitting up too)- No. I don't.<br /><br /><font color="blue">Suzy</font> - Really? You don't?<br /><br /><font color="green">Lou</font> - Yea....I never understood that. I mean you're a millimeter away from the greatest place on earth. Why would anyone wanna go in someone's dried out lil ass for?? <font color="green">(the men shout, "loseerrrrrr")</font><br /><br /><font color="blue">Suzy</font> - Ooh kayyy, you're kinda putting my asshole down here. <font color="green">(laughter from the audience)</font><br /><br /><font color="green">Lou</font> - I'm sure your asshole's fine. I never even seen it anyways.<br /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn8MfJNNWrdPmnflcJwLCSERu26Ed-U1GyqqMx3BqrrY5hPKOXyRbPuO3xpmRVtoNbGlpttuYgcxdW7YNS0NZSLBWENhdcxjj_5erJJe2KZtNnITKpElukhtbiD24MPiiJM8VgZlFSg9n6/s200/laf2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354274690465044866" /><br /><font color="blue">Suzy</font> - Well, u should. <font color="green">(more laughter. One man shouts 'Cmon..show your assole baby')</font><br /><br /><font color="green">Lou</font> (giving a weird look)- Why should I?<br /><br /><font color="blue">Suzy</font> - Cuz I'm your wife. You should see my asshole. U should know everything about me. <font color="red">Wot if u needed to identify me? </font><font color="green">(People in audience laugh loud)</font> <br /><br /><font color="green">Lou</font> (after some thought) - Identify you? Er...U mean if u have an accident where your teeth get destroyed but your asshole survives? <font color="green">(The audience cracks up big time. The laughter remains for minutes.)</font><br /><br /><font color="green">Lou</font> (straightening up) - Arright fine. I'll take a look. Wotever. <br />(Suzy bends and shows him her asshole) <font color="green">(the audience goes mad. Everyone is hooting loudly. A lot of people clap loud)</font><br /><br /><font color="green">Lou</font> (after a minute of scrutinizing Suzy's asshole) - Hmm..ummmmm, Well..your asshole's kinda....uh...good looking. Now that I seen it, I don't min.....<br /><br /><font color="blue">Suzy</font> (cutting Lou's statement in between) - Oohhhhh... never gonna happen. Get back to sleep u asshole. Hmpphh !!! <font color="green">(the audience is hooting like crazy by now)</font><br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYCOyYOkInGQDhM5N1yoijKsfrQaJ_xS1SsjtgsNuMr0-snmZ9bMuQgB6fG3JKJHRu_jvrNqJNGp8Q5kuq5VgOErueuhNKbvOkHWcMoEfVGFeS_SHOcvBRD43N9gbsa3hp8II4mQSIGIbg/s400/laff1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354268834930963234" /><center><font color="red">(The curtain draws but the clapping refuses to die down)</font></center><br /><br /><font color="green">Conclusion</font> - Your asshole is a part of you. Know it well. One day you might...er.. get identified by it !!<br /><br />And oh really....wot's your identification?<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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You shall always be remembered lovingly by millions - me included. And you will never lose the first place you hold in my heart as the prince of kindness and basically being a good guy.<br />Peace be with you, Michael. God bless. I shall miss you dearly. We all will.)</b></font><br /><br />Check out some of <b>Michael's photographs</b> at the end of the post.<br />You may click on the "old comment form" after the 200th comment and share your thoughts on him if you would like to.<br /><br />- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - <br />The original post : (written on the 20th of May 2009)<br /><br /><span class="newspaper">I</span> was recently talking to a few of my friends about the blog world at large, when I happened to casually mention that I was thinking of blogging about <font color="red">my favorite guy in the entertainment industry - MICHAEL JACKSON</font>.<br /><br />There were a few children playing nearby when <b>one little dude, around 8 of age or so</b>, who had over heard me talk, came over to me and gunned me down with his volley of bullets made of pure MJ questions.<br /><br />He told me quite enthusiastically that Michael Jackson was his favorite among all of them and that he had really enjoyed his Bugs bunny - <b>'Speed Demon'</b> video (Watch it <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SP410Sv-b2E" target="_blank">HERE</a>). It was a pleasant s'prise knowing a kid of 8 knew about Speed Demon, made in the 80s probably.<br /><span class="fullpost"><br />When I told him , <font color="brown">I was at Michael Jackson's 1996 Dangerous Album concert through MTV</font>, when he had come down to Mumbai, right at the front row and that I had seen him as near as 5 feet away backstage..... I knew I had opened a can of talkative worms. The kid was not gonna spare me now. But I was only happy to talk, after all - Mj was my fav too. And talk we did. Lots.<br /><br /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNn-MWB2cA0Qsr4-cNdQO4DmhgPBq7epaKYD71EiXU27w2nfpz6RHMP1EpOkrhZoJIWSLJFKKQdlKMWyo5wu9k0k8TFvQ64knUJarGdGionJ6OCH-6cXY_tsd_8W5TkVnwYtr4XH8K-ktT/s320/mj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337830765272879634" />Only a day had passed when he came back to me again and asked if I had already put stuff up about MJ on the internet. When I replied in the negative, he jumped up in joy and said, <font color="blue">"Oh good u didn't. Now u can put it up with my letter".</font><br /><br />Before I could ask wot the heck he was talking about, he went on, <font color="blue">"My daddy says, Internet is really big and it can even reach Michael Jackson's home. So I have written a letter for him. Can you 'send' this letter to him through the internet when you write about him?"</font> So saying, he fished out a letter from his pocket that he had written himself and stretched out his full hand towards me so I can take it from him.<br /><br /><font color="brown">I was speechless. There was no way I was gonna deny that request.</font> He looked at me, his face devoid of any smile probably wondering if I wud accept.<br /><br />The letter was unfolded. His handwriting was clean and clear and big so Michael could read easily.<br /><br />The moment I took the letter and said 'yes', his eyes lit up like diamonds, <b>his lips twisted into a perfect half circle</b>....then in a moment the lips couldn't control themselves and parted to let his pearly teeth show. <font color="brown">"Thank you bhaiya",</font> he said smiling wide.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />So...uh.......Michael...calling MICHAEL.......come in plz. <b>Andy to Michael - Andy to Michael..<font color="red">alpha</font> <font color="brown">beta</font> <font color="blue">maara</font> <font color="green">toda</font> <font color="orange">pheka</font>....</b> come in please. Do you read?<br /><br /><br />OK, well..so Michael, If YOU ever happen to read this post of mine...<br /><br />I want you to know that I don't care of your controversies and how people think about you in a negative way and other depressing stuff. I've grown up watching you and idolized you since a long long time. <br /><br />I love u man and <b>I'm with you</b> in your troubles and tribulations. May I say - <font color="red">"You are not alone"</font>. :-) I feel for you and I wish you true, lasting happiness.<br /><br /><font color="brown">I also want you to read this letter, this kiddo's written for you - quite lovingly.</font> In the meanwhile, I'm gonna be lying to him and telling him that you actually read his letter and said HI to him and that if you ever come to India, it will be only cuz of this letter he wrote to you , ok?<br /><br />I'm adding my words to his letter in brackets that I think I understand wot he meant so you may understand it as well. Lol. So, here it is -<br /><br /><font color="green"><b>"Dear Michael,<br /><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho3TmgpjimUJunYMiCWmDqADtzDarbVG8Ew5BUA3zYpQQFvUAYnpb63px187ad4Q2dImT2qfYj-iXhoSJnZQ5la_ovkCCgBGCHGwavBfHDtc3qwodeNV5AC45NNyUwFP-1jCz8I4giVKwo/s320/mj1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337831095825050850" />Hi, My name is Nikhil. U can call me Nik if you like. I know all about u. (<font color="brown">You'd be s'prised how much he really does.</font>)<br /><br />I loved you as a Bunny (<font color="brown">in <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pEVj2_9Fojo" target="_blank">Speed Demon</a></font>). You dance really good and I want to be like you when I grow old (<font color="brown">grow up</font>). You came to India before I came down to Earth (<font color="brown">He's funny, u can tell</font>) When are you coming back for a visit?<br /><br />I will definitely come and watch you. If you can reply soon before my exams, I will tell my teachers that I will be going for a holiday and come to watch you. I am the monitor of my class and nobody questions me, they don't even check my calendar.<br /><br />Please come Michael (<font color="brown">yea, plz do</font>), since I cannot come where you are. I am not allowed to play much and my Doctor uncle says I cannot go anywhere for sometime since I have to get my medicines and Injections on time. He says if I don't take medicines on time, I will not be able to play my favorite game of football either (<font color="brown">he has shown dangerous signs of paralysis</font>).<br /><br />My sister Anu and my friend Sagar say hi to you. I love you a lot. Please please please reply. <br />Yours Nik." </b></font><br /><br />Well, Michael, I have kept his letter with me for the time being. If you ever happen to be passing by where I stay, remind me to give this letter to you. ;-)<br />And hey, come down, dude. Got great friends you can hang around with and we all will take you around town. I Promise !! :-)<br /><br />Oh and my name is Anand but U may call me Andy. I only allow my friends and super pop stars whose names begin with 'M' calling me by that name. ;-)<br /><br />- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - <br />Back to the present. <br />Some interesting photographs of the entertainer:<br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1G6VdmXZSHWUz4uuW_2mJRG1qwOmkO782QIIgvR1jVi3SA5WZezUxO1sNjY0gzzyuQE9k6JCe9IikOj9mrbLwRzJWh7Aqsx5Lelu_MTTlyGpkDn_K3X3XdpmMFruM3gyfLm_PE4OU5uM4/s400/mj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351620590683813506" /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnLk1UZBsCUU8V1qcOORABMH8nLBK8_x-KhQm7PjmVPU01O88SY4LSvq52JBZaZs39YWSXv7P0QZPiTKSrQufug6LW_3_0T2_6peDhAlDZ9Qu10rQ-XeKH4mWkEVB0PmgRarw5UuxU8fvP/s400/mj11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351625643308603714" /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqyY0Oy5xAZbC-08TkjI-PSmJ6E2zuyO0oJzcrPFL91uFa7ezavdzsPn6V5KiFRZRNG6stw_es-ytLGYFdLwUNJH4baV_9-oF5ZZVkUhDLkBlXtfolguGE5HTdrPiTGq8JHv0MMoWD0iub/s400/mj06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351625631410168114" /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAYjW4W4D_NyxQAcHO7CJBunaxWvDjgWlyVrxkAZbXz5OmICK6XDk3rKqS7tzQlIL5YPCnmQTDX-IWeBmu_GESl6P0ilqKhtJt2zpcIlVHCV64QVaK9YHmBFWuYLdIWaoepEDJ9hRkgjIY/s400/mj12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351625911466841970" /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdwq8r2MqSJDMqVqAEW_U21AVhvdISWX9VAZGJZrf8LhSW9HLSIwVJ9N46RS3iDtFUtt8ZCAwi4rEeSoyJveWLRcOyv3oYXyPT_RlzNGM4H7ggIHyNtNxXMNGJATqYQ7z3X5XwcaANYGG7/s400/mj10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351625639586567922" /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGWkXX5jQSsQ0kphhp-1rwtyOTn2aCoj9UNxCRVyY6XLlg21WO0uxcIwi_WPFb-2ou43s-8EOnV-x4590YCzwxcVbkXa0kMfQ53k2gyR-zRqiFfDj6LlwpYhGnZNQITjBvO8HF9pxlJ546/s400/mj09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351625641017787394" /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIgxYwJannRwfGJ5-lSNmVdS5KloflnDzW9Kg3BbfrHittTpIA-31LAMEeKW9EjGgXi2QIGZoT82IF7nXJYk_BGzxW-6kUbjcDA0AB6YvdiY8YviwooptySRT3pR0MtXHqhzXQOOAMeMJA/s400/celebrity-news.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351621250522236626" /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9iW52D2ZuVLyyHHVawYvU9yUbqOpYNdX_4Mmhxlntk4jOiXVCNIT5cbNsleD2oxr63ycJAMdzN-RAwj3g7TKCIxkGNt3BKKteTHMjELerPsiOsA1d8Z5te4D5PQAC8W8CxadYPCgbvJYj/s400/mj3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351620602133918994" /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIdY61Zq6MS6ZTpJCmt_1mLazdQXPmGxj8TL3pQyaVHGSfuhIqObuycTZyMOj1kbdudQxdJFC22vfbmQf11A5QFVT78B_jZAX5KqPRGPN2hNc14WkbIdLCHKH9AnMW-G6CXGyxm4KTNmJ8/s400/mj2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351620602319526050" /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5bcqjXYNbw4wAlGhEZlEccdDAQmjy5xIUVJ2hG80DD6JRWEoIvTWM3a3hxocEuuONeGd4ih56XAzgCXcvNQ4mftjIp9VvJVHg5AhovyS5V88tJYTTffWMTVg8m_n_hkw9Pc4y7doS0lC0/s400/mj.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351620591930776450" /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSAxtUZXzZBTVCjHJHe0WosT5_4jG4f_NndthzdVVMglyBvfUZOLwWXek6813PZzLPdZ1PAL7mXRj8Xs8DkbKXcXxUVMWgRNzc9ILC663U7ONGqUD0cLyKcnlGET91Sfcy6aEXy6j53i9F/s400/mj08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351625636370188690" /><center>RIP Michael</center><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349072374066454818" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizqAksGCdxqnB0xx7Rxzoybppd0Zov_gMHy4sz9aExXjWHxjyspJvexaUvnOrDHjSZKucBndEnj-uKfGYHUwueHGBYyYNjQuUyh4ObqNpoyiAfCfq2XpSLe1lkjAGXs42yW0-fkiGh2Le6/s200/fly.gif" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 38px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 38px;" /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349081639967751794" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilbO95mZcjrjXg6924X60eaPMqqsW-B8fq5R8U4VqMojstlitm71HQif-_FUGGQKl76zpYwuGO-mOsNaPiveYwbeu_vcr9geDsha34WPolv5V59T-cyLMjuRLNg3blYVXM3K3FHqpJ3hYR/s200/obama1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 148px;" /><span style="color: blue;">The entity had seen these walls before on TV</span> and now it was here - in person. As it scanned the area below with it's natural scanner eyes, it saw heavily armed military guards surrounding the place, huge dogs at their heels.<br />
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They mattered none for it. The entity saw the white walls at the distance. Somewhere inside, in one of the rooms was where it's final destination lay.<br />
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As it moved in stealth, neither the armed guards nor the dogs noticed it passing them by. It had <b>broken the tightest security that money could buy</b> in a flash, in a land known to man as the land of super power.<br />
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As it reached the inside of the white walls, it saw the tunnel of haze not knowing which way it's query lay. Then....<b>it saw the TV crew</b> being escorted by another group of men in arms. <span style="color: brown;">"What the buzzz, there it is"</span>, it thought and off it went following it.<br />
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Once again, that entity - <span style="color: red;">the ordinary house FLY</span> surpassed the security and flew in - to a room that was huge in capacity. <b>And that's where it saw it's chance.</b> The chance of a life time - a life time that would not last more than a few days anyways. <span style="color: green;"><b>The chance to tease the most powerful man in the world.</b></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: blue;">Barrack H Obama</span></b> sat in a chair, all dignified (which of course was going to change soon) and opposite him sat an interviewer with a mike in his hand.<br />
<span class="fullpost"><br /><span style="color: brown;">"Hmm, thast mic iss aa purfect plaesh to seit if I wanna shee dish man with daak shkin, facesh to facesh"</span>, thought the fly. So, off it flew and landed right on the mic. <br /><br /><span style="color: brown;">"Ohhh Yessshh dude, now THATH'S OBAMAAA. So..thishh ish da guy everybody'sh been talking boutsh, eh? Not a badh looking ash ol."</span> it thought.<br /><br /><span style="color: brown;">"Buttt I wanna tocsh himm too"</span>, so thinking, it flew and landed right on Obama's NOSE.<br /><br /><b>Obama immediately shooed it away.</b> <span style="color: brown;">"Ahhh, fasst but not fashhtt enufff me boy", </span>screamed the fly as it buzzed stronger and teased the most powerful man on Earth as it jumped everywhere on his face and hands irritating the hell out of him. The cameras rolled on happily knowing this was something else.<br /><br />And then...the fly realized why this dude was supposed to be powerful. <b>He had planning, he had strategy, he had patience and he was quick</b> besides being funny and a multi tasker.<br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">Obama waited patiently</span> as the protagonist of this story settled down on the table for it's next round of tease. The moment it did - WOOOSH came the bony hand of the guy with the blackberry <span style="color: blue;">and SWATTT - The fly saw stars</span> for sometime and then....nothing. It was now ready to be re-born!<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: green;"><b>For some reason - this incident started a chain of claims and dialogs from the world over.</b></span> <br />Here are some of those :<br /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349084507522263154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6IKGGe9gl2SDcJ3XyU387xBzaZYCvfjs8csLyXEobcE1YuiIxUCxE_7vTcBfqCmfsIgLC2p-AA6lKvg3e-3oxuNNtQWcjQdb5OEUBXraKGLQ1QhnBWgXspc2cYks07CT4XW16BaUxDU3S/s200/fly_article.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 80px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 100px;" /><br /><br /><span style="color: green;"><b>China :</b></span> The Chinese spokesperson 'Hu flung dung' said <b>it was a robot</b> that had been sent to Obama as a peace one-man convoy indicating that China was with USA and had hardly to do anything with Pakistan. But now since he had killed it, as a gesture of goodwill, China was going to send a chef over to teach him how to cook n' eat it.<br /><br /><span style="color: green;"><b>Pakistan :</b></span> <b>Claimed it was sent by India</b> with an anti-Pak message to get as close to Obama's ears as possible since India's PM's 'speech throw' hardly reaches a few centimeters from his mouth. Pakistan is, as we speak, in conference with Daood bhai, Chota Shakil, Osama B L, Masood bhai, Pappu pager, Munna mobile and kharcha chod to have their people to be ready in case there is retaliation on this issue by people outside but mainly inside the country. Pak anticipates trouble over everything.<br /><br /><span style="color: green;"><b>India :</b></span> Since recently a Pakistani Air-force helicopter had crashed because the pilot inside, feeling cold had switched off his "FAN", <b>India claimed this was a new Pak invention</b> sent for Obama's approval and a secret nod so it could be used in Kashmir against Indians. Though this new invention had no fighting power, it could irritate like hell. India also claimed the new invention was named <b>'Kasab 2'</b> and it had traveled by boat all the way to USA. But India extended a hand to America saying it could open a Call Center if Americans face such a problem again to soothe their stressed countrymen, through Yoga.<br /><br /><span style="color: green;"><b>Australia :</b></span> <b>Claimed it was an Indian student</b> who was surrounded by some Aussie students who were quite innocently asking for his mobile and some cash. Since the student ran so fast that it looked like a blurr, it made Obama think it was a buzzing fly. Australia stresses on the point that it was only a law and order problem not a racial one. Some Aussie students had quite innocently and 'lovingly' called the Indian student 'you Indian'. Nothing more should be read into it. To just chill and have some good ol' Australian beer, 'mite'.<br /><br /><span style="color: green;"><b>Al Qaeda :</b></span> <b>Claimed it was a Jihadi bomber</b> in a fly's disguise. It was trained at their local make shift training camp fully equipped with English-style latrines. It was sent to give a message of war and then detonate right after that. Unfortunately, since the message was in Arabic, Obama couldn't understand it, instead got irritated and swat the fly bomber into oblivion. Al Qaeda men have since gone underground and regrouping with some other name.<br /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349084507522263154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6IKGGe9gl2SDcJ3XyU387xBzaZYCvfjs8csLyXEobcE1YuiIxUCxE_7vTcBfqCmfsIgLC2p-AA6lKvg3e-3oxuNNtQWcjQdb5OEUBXraKGLQ1QhnBWgXspc2cYks07CT4XW16BaUxDU3S/s200/fly_article.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 80px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 100px;" /><br /><span style="color: green;"><b>Osama and Group :</b></span> <b>Claimed it was a fidayeen</b> sent to do something BIG. It was, once again, an 'air' attack of a different kind. If that agent could penetrate America and White house so easily, imagine what they could do next. They claimed that the fidayeen had learned how to fly right under their noses in their own land. Osama has now got the surgical cut a.k.a plastic surgery and the next round of attacks would include his own self.<br /><br /><span style="color: green;"><b>Sri Lanka :</b></span> <b>Claimed that was a Tamil fly.</b> It was actually Prabhakaran now re-born as a fly and visited Obama. It flew to America to see the land he could never see as LTTE chief. Unfortunately, for him, he did see it after all. Now Once again all Lankans are celebrating.<br /><br /><span style="color: green;"><b>Cuba :</b></span> <b>Claimed it was one of the Al Qaeda members</b> escaped from Guantanamo bay. This was in retaliation since everyone wanted the prison to shut shop before 2010.<br /><br /><span style="color: green;">My message to anyone who wants to swat a fly :-</span> Let's learn <span style="color: brown;">'how to HYPNOTIZE it'</span> instead. Click on the FLY (before it takes off) to learn how to do it. <a href="http://takeuplaces.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-i-made-500-rs-in-10-minutes.html" target="_blank"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349072374066454818" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizqAksGCdxqnB0xx7Rxzoybppd0Zov_gMHy4sz9aExXjWHxjyspJvexaUvnOrDHjSZKucBndEnj-uKfGYHUwueHGBYyYNjQuUyh4ObqNpoyiAfCfq2XpSLe1lkjAGXs42yW0-fkiGh2Le6/s200/fly.gif" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: center; height: 35px; margin: 0 1px 1px 0; width: 35px;" /></a><br /><br />And in one little part of the world - <b>Raju anna's tea-stall</b> near my office, where male flies gather in hordes to pick up girls.....<span style="color: red;">Some flies are dying of laughter.</span></span></div>
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<span class="newspaper">A</span>ccording to a few researches, now common knowledge, <span style="color: brown;"> humans use only about 10% of their brain functionality and capacity in their entire lives. </span>While some label this as <b>myth</b>, some readily accept it.<br />
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<span style="color: brown;">And so I come to the present. </span><br />
I had earlier put up a <a href="http://takeuplaces.blogspot.com/2009/05/wheres-your-thinking-cap.html" target="_blank">VISUAL RIDDLE</a> in the blog. The response and the interaction was completely awesome. My friends, my blog visitors and I myself lapped it all up completely. It was fun and I realized how intelligent my blog audience was. Way more than i could ever be - VERY !! Man, they blew me away to the top of the cocoNUT tree. :-)<br />
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And when they suggested I put up more riddles, it was GAME ON.<br />
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Riddles are fun to solve but not all the time. But this time, instead of just putting up another one, I got <b>something better</b>. I have here with me what is commonly known as <span style="color: orange;"><b>'Lateral Thinking Order'</b></span> story for you.<br />
<span class="fullpost"><br />You are required to think absolutely LATERAL and take into account only what the story offers.<br /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346070639012916466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivuosVdeZqBMugsGKxhTrq5OKpkraceMqXbRC-dd_X6K09rhmDqJnwSL7qFrlvDoag8oBhtaOfIQADi-Ppxb8CAFEHgjsIlby2Y8fcN0ZSu-jF9hsnHR-1hOe7TyjGlOW7I8rhkFFw47XH/s320/homer+brain.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 220px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 132px;" /><span style="color: green;"><br /><b>What is Lateral thinking?</b><br />It's a way of looking at a problem from various angles instead of tackling it head-on. An attempt, if you must, to solve a problem by using non-traditional methods in order to appreciate new thought concepts and ideas.</span><br /><br />So, nothing external, no imagination or assumption required. Lateral thinkers are known to reach at answers before logical thinkers do.<br /><span style="color: green;"><br />(Attn G3 gang :- No prizes here. This is just a riddle and I'm a poor man. Can't afford nothing. Although, if any one from the dreaded G3 gang solve this problem, I promise to put up the chaddi fevicon for a whole week - no more. :-) )</span><br /><br />So without much ado, story Shuru...</span><br />
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<span class="fullpost"> Begin Story </span></h3>
<span class="fullpost">A bloody long time ago.....Ok, maybe a few years back...Ok, I don't really know when...but in a small village somewhere, <b>a stupid farmer</b> had the misfortune of owing a large sum of money to a <b>village moneylender</b>. The leech moneylender, who was as ugly as they make 'em, fancied the <b>farmer's sexy big ass daughter</b>.(some glamour quotient here.)<br /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346050897518397426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTQNP_EZTD__H_oVDeVRs64FB3o7HAK4QXqRoxNb8KZ4hx-Kl8e5tbeTQp6mDjgyPxUvSrdlOAqLQoJWZzyHooFVKmAV3yFLh0pAh8G_iSZMk5qUHu6a9O4ztKADcb7rUq_a5Zc9dwChPr/s320/farmer+girl.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 186px;" /><br />So he proposed a bargain. He said to the farmer, <span style="color: brown;">"Ello' farmie boy, listen, that <b>sexy hot daughter</b> babe of urs, I wanna make mine...aka marry. You let me do that and I forgo your debt, wot say?"</span><br /><br />Both the Farmer and his daughter were horrified by the proposal...more so by his language. The daughter shouted to his father, <span style="color: brown;">"eeeeeekssssss, no ways papupapi. U sell me, I don't care but I ain't marrin' this shit lay."</span><br /><br />So upon being denied of this by the Farmer, the cunning money-lender suggested they play a gamble with luck, on that one. If luck's on their side, they would be kool n' free but not otherwise. And the farmer said <span style="color: brown;">"Yo".</span><br /><br />So he took them to a road that had a lot of black and white pebbles. He told them that he would put a black pebble and a white pebble into two empty money pouches and mix them up. The sexy mama would have to pick one pebble from the pouch without sayin' ouch.<br /><br /><span style="color: brown;">But of course there are 3 simple conditions on that.</span><br /><span style="color: green;"><br />A) If she picked the pouch with the black pebble in it, she would become his wife and her Father's debt would be forgiven. The girl shouted, <span style="color: brown;">"eeeksss,abba-dabba-jabba,NNoo."</span><br /><br />B) If she picked the pouch with the white pebble in it, she need not marry him and her father's debt would still be forgiven. The farmer said, <span style="color: brown;">"Yo baby".</span><br /><br />C) But if she refused to pick a pebble all together, her father would be thrown in prison. The farmer thought, <span style="color: brown;">"booo to you, assbitch".</span></span><br /><br />So, they all stood on the pebble strewn path in the field. As they talked, the moneylender bent over to pick up the 2 colored pebbles.<br /><br /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346071653993302338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_c-21iDKA0-W5FZWAOHhlenT0N_vKjNMqCRSwQg-cRxHthSg14xCF9GEBveaQQobUZGjypn_xv1Wtqdyev9L04CnbzuWw_ROyE5go7xkYTKbabC_7jut0Mu3gr15uTcukOQIWbYs0PDtu/s320/Pebbles.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 147px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 160px;" />But cunning as he was, he quickly picked up two <b>BLACK PEBBLES</b> instead of 1 white and 1 black one and hurriedly put them into both the pouches, got up and smiled cunningly.<br /><br />What he didn't realize though, was that the chick standing with him was not jus an average, dumb village blond. She was smart with sharper brains on her. (weird. I shouldn't have picked a blond for this story. This goes against dumb blond tradition rules. Well, what the heck). So, s<b>he had noticed this but she didn't let anyone know.</b> Not yet.<br /><br />He then asked the Chickie Maria to pick a pebble from the bag and pray hard for lady luck to be on her side.<br /><br /><h3>
End of Story </h3>
<br /><span style="color: brown;">NOW, our aim is of course to achieve point B</span> - to out-fool the money lender in his own game. Put yourself in the girl's shoes, sizzle a bit, FEEL the curves and think HARD. What would you have done if you were the girl? (No sexual thought plz. No anti-sexual thought either plz)<br /><br />We, of course don't wanna do any of the following. To do any of these would mean you lose bitterly and u get humped by an old ugly duck...EVERYDAY. Your choice.<br /><span style="color: brown;"><br />1. The chickie should refuse to take a pebble.<br />2. She should show that there were two black pebbles in the bag and expose the money-lender as a cheat.<br />3. She should pick a black pebble and sacrifice herself in order to save her father from his debt and imprisonment.</span><br /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346072868229253746" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Z1rIPAsR4ci0rMUbuy-zrKGQ5cgNI9iIWVsBZdBRdhBUDXo8wJaJCvEHWp-3ZoovpotdxAeAiu4qLIRRBJHtsdbtE4ML7eyo4Xz8HWNYd9shh9XvSfodP0bOl_K0v5XyUlbePhIG8IZI/s320/question-mark2a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 220px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 212px;" /><br />But this is traditional, normal and average thinking. <br />What we wanna do is think Lateral, out of the box, think cunning. You do that and you would realize the wonderful possibility on how you can achieve STEP B. It's so easy, you would want to be that hot mama yourself. Wink.<br /><span style="color: green;"><b><br />The sexy chick did a trick and got to point B.<br />She knew how to do it, so she did it, u see?<br />Could YOU have done it, if you were in her place?<br />Answer that one, c'mon make haste !!</b></span><br /><br />LET'S SEE YOU TRY. Go Tiger !!! THINK !!<br /><span style="color: red;"><br />The answer has now been put up on comment no 124. Enjoy.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: orange;">Women will change into Men by 2080.</span></h2>
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Heard of the term <b>'Natural Woman'</b> ? Chances are, u haven't.<br />
<span style="color: brown;">Well... a Natural woman is being defined as a woman who has found a change in her own self in the way she thinks and performs her day to day life.</span> Since this effect takes place over a course of time, naturally, thus emerges the term - Natural Woman. <br />
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Again, what does this really mean? This means...Women are turning into MEN in the way they think and do things. Damn !!! <br />
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Alright, let's check some research based facts first.<br />
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<span style="color: green;"><b>A research published in one of the recognized open access journals, Idaho, 2009, shows</b></span>:<span style="color: blue;"><br /><br />* People staying together for a couple of years begin developing similar habits.<br />* Couples living together for a number of years suddenly start looking like brother and sister.<br />* Heck, even best friends - man and dog start behaving and looking similar - after years of stay together.</span><br />
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Extensive studies show that after years of natural existence, the passive entity or gender among the 2 begins changing his/her behavioral pattern and outlook according to the one that has an active role in the relationship.<br />
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And the truth that men and women have been coexisting with each other since time immortal, is undeniable. <br />
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So then, is the 'Natural woman' phenomenon really happening. Is it genetic? Hormonal? Cultural?<br />
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<span style="color: brown;">Genetic?</span><br />
One can be a genetic male, but be born looking like a female and develop like one and vice-versa.<br />
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<span style="color: brown;">Hormonal?</span><br />
Some women feel like they have been a man in a woman’s body all their lives, something called 'gender dysphoria'. They even experience hormonal changes at some point in their lives.<br />
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<span style="color: brown;">Cultural?</span><br />
Do you believe women and men must be the same to be equal? After all, gender does influence how we lead our lives.<br />
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So Which one is it? <b>Well, who cares as long as it's happening.</b><br />
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<b>It's time MEN rejoiced.</b> Finally, <span style="color: brown;">Women, quite slowly but surely are going to leave their emotional ways behind and follow that all powerful system of reasoning - Logic. It's a win win situation for men.</span><br />
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<span style="color: green;"><b>Once the change takes over completely...I PREDICT :</b></span><span style="color: blue;"><br /><br />a) Women will have NO sudden, illogical emotional outbursts. No rona dhona for no reason.</span> (whew....)<br />
<span style="color: blue;">b) Women will NOT buy expensive things without any rhyme, reason or logic any more.</span> (double wheww....)<br />
<span style="color: blue;">c) Men would finally be able to watch their favorite cricket / beach bikini volleyball matches in peace without any non-sense saas bahu serial time clashes.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">d) Finally, there would be NO nagging.</span> (Amen, Allah be praised, thank u Jesus. Aai shappat, mast waat-tey.)<br />
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I can think up of a lot more reasons even as I write this but I'm sure you get the idea. <b>So...only a few years now. Hopefully, I'll live to see the day.</b><br />
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<span style="color: brown;">Women - Welcome to the world of men.</span> <b>It's logical, practical, unassuming and sexy !!!</b> 'Bhaskar Bharti' couldn't have been on a more perfect time on tele.<br />
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<b>I wonder what else would Nature change in the ways of the woman??</b><br />
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Wink. ;-)</div>
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Next time, I'm borrowing the invisibility cloak from Mr Potter.<br /><br />I got tagged by her majesty, the <a href="http://uncertain-princess.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-day-on-earth.html" target="_blank">Princezz</a>. The bad part about this tag - it was on a negative and a depressing topic but the good part was that it sounded challanging and made me think.<br /><br />Not to mention the fact that she made it sound like it was a challenge put on.. on me !! So....well..I got sucked into it.<br /><br /><br /><b>The Tag</b> : <font color="blue">If Today Was Your Last Day On Earth.</font><br /><br /><b>The obvious meaning</b> - If u were gonna die today, wot the hell u gonna do, boy?<br /><br /><b>The way my mind works</b> - What if you've traveled to Mars on your extended holiday and saw your beloved Earth blow up from there? You know you're stranded then. Wot u gonna do?<br /><br />The tag line was quite easy to squirm out of...if you thought about it for a minute and I almost did. But then, if u took it in a sportsman's spirit, it was food for some mind crunching thought...for something that was finally inevitable.<br /><br />So, Princezz, since you've tagged me...I'm doing it for you. The following is a small something that would explain how I think about it....<br /><span class="fullpost"><br /><blockquote><br /><font color="brown"><b>"If today was my last day"</b></font><br /><br /><font color="brown">'My best friend gave me the best advice,<br />He said each day’s a gift and not a given right,<br />Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind,<br />And try to take the path less traveled,<br />That first step you take is the longest stride.<br /><br />If today was my last day<br />And tomorrow was too late, <br />Could I say goodbye to yesterday?<br /><br />Would I live each moment like my last?<br />Leave old pictures in the past?<br />Donate every dime I have?<br /><br />They say, 'against the wind' should be a way of life,<br />What’s worth the prize is always worth the fight,<br />Every second counts ’cause there’s no second try,<br />So live like you’ll never be livin' it twice,<br /><br />Would I call old friends I never see?<br />Reminisce of memories, Would I forgive my enemies?<br />Would I find that one I’ve always dreamed of?<br />Swear up and down to God above, that I finally fall in love?<br /><img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-qY8hDUeEBdbDXIl9YuoiSxEqdIcKY0x35qkFOzld0eST34XnNB5MDRVgZVxlGaVcKjWhKoiHGuTRGfDHzOmoobQKIr2XXqpejXC4-UVWlpCK0y_8wgs1W6e9k_33TJzyQDA6xBylC2x0/s200/tag6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336669772961978450" /><br />If today was my last day,<br />Would I make my mark by mending a broken heart?<br />You know it’s never too late, <br />To shoot for the stars, regardless of who you are.<br /><br />So would I do whatever it takes?<br />‘Cause I can’t rewind a moment in this life,<br />Let nothin’ stand in my way,<br />Cause the hands of time are never on one's side.<br /><br />Weekdays, I'd be busy,<br />So I would like to go on a Saturday.<br />I'd then get a chance to say goodbye to everyone,<br />so the weekend feels like a party anyways.<br /><br />I would ask if anyone would like to come along,<br />and see everyone laugh, as I secretly believe,<br />This is not the real end, I'll be back,<br />And when I do, I'd once more...like to be me !!'<br/><br />If today was my last day, I would die happy, u see !!</font><br /></blockquote><br />Penny for your thoughts, Princezz? <br />I'm not passing on this tag to anyone. This is not a subject I would like anyone to spend time to think on unless they are about to make a WILL (in which case, I'd like to be included in it plz. 'Wide Grin'.)<br /><br />On a POSITIVE note, If I had to die....I would want to <font color="red">die laughing</font> and keep <b>my name</b> upheld for all it's worth. :-)<br /><br />Ladies and Gentlemen...My name is Anand !!!<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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