3 Idiots..a sequel?

Got this mail from a friend of mine today and said that I have to share this. A typical 3 idiots

At Heathrow airport, an announcement goes out over the Public Address system:
'Mr.Rand Chod Kar Sandaas !
Mr. Rand Chod Kar Sandaas - please report to the Reception desk'.

Ranchhodbhai Karsandas, who has just arrived from Surat , goes red with anger.
He goes to the reception, and shouts loudly to the English receptionist.
The following conversation must go into the history books of cock-ups:

Ranchhodbhai: 'Madar Chod ! I am Ranchhod..
Receptionist: 'Mr. Madar Chod Rand Chod ? Sir, that is not the name I have here..I have Mr. Rand Chod Kar Sandaas....

Ranchhodbhai: 'Arrey Bhenchod ! I am NOT Madar chod!!!'
Receptionist: 'So are you Mr. R.A. Ben or Mr. R.A. Chod? Is your surname Ben or Chod ?'

Ranchhodbhai: (now really really pissed off screams his guts out) 'Chootia !

I am Ranchhod..

Receptionist: 'Excellent sir, so who is Chootia then ???'

Whereupon, a Chinese gentleman ambles up to the Reception and asks:

'Were you calling me?'

Receptionist: 'Now, who are you?'

Chinese: 'I am Choo Tia......'

Ranchhodbhai decides to fly back to Surat !!!

the splash again

the splash again
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Was sitting watching the rains, mesmerized, thinking about water - how beautiful it is and how eaqually devastating it is...noticing the raindrops falling and splashing..when finally I shook myself out of the watery trance and froze the splash ...

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Management lessons

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Another good manangement lesson...from my pop in law in continuation to the other management lessons that he forwarded me before

One of the earlier ones is HERE

:-)

Once Pappu started praying to Ravan and after 1 year Ravan was very happy from the bhakti of Pappu.

Then Ravan decides to give 3 vardans to Pappu.

RAVAN: Say vatsa! What you want?

PAPPU: I want 100 vardans.

RAVAN: But I can give you only 3 vardans

PAPPU: But I want 100 vardans.

RAVAN: No child that’s not possible.

PAPPU: No I want 100 means 100

RAVAN: No I can give you only 3. If you want then take or else I am going.

PAPPU: Ok! But what 3 I will ask, you will give me definitely?

RAVAN: Sure it's promise from Rakshas Raj Ravana.

PAPPU: 1st vardan, convert your GADA on shoulder to wooden bamboo stick.

RAVAN: "Tathastu" and his gada turns into a stick.

PAPPU: 2nd Vardan, put that stick in your ass hole ... deep inside ...!!

RAVAN: (confused but ......) "Thathastu" and in great pain asks Pappu to ask for the third vardan .... ASAP ...

PAPPU: Now are you giving me rest 97 vardans or should I convert that stick back to GADA ?

The moral of the Story: Management will not yield to your simple request until u can give pain in their Ass. 

The Stranger in our lives:-)

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Got this from one of the forwards my pop in law sent me..hehe...a lot of them here :-)..what made me put this up was a note written / copy pasted by a friend of mine on FB which I happened to read. Copy paste...wish we could do that with life '''

Well here goes. Let me know how many of you relate to this

A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors: Mum taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger... he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.

If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind.

Sometimes, Mum would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet.

 (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)

 Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honour them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home - not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our long time visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush. My Dad didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol but the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing..

I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked... And NEVER asked to leave.

More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents' den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

His name?....

We just call him 'TV.'

(Note: This should be required reading for every household!)

He has a wife now....we call her 'Computer.'

Their first child is Cell Phone

Second child is I Pod

some colors of India especially @ dilli haat

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The weather was good...not very hot...but yes very humid...:-) so we guys decided to go to Dilli Haat. Well it was an impromptu visit...wanted to stay away from being the MallRats and away from the big screen today.

Dilli Haat was started a few years back..it was to be a hub set in a rustic ambience and showcasing the talents of the various artisans across India. For a couple of years THIS was the place apart from Janpath in Connaught Place and Sarojini Nagar Market to get good handicrafts and clothes and a lot of other knick knacks at very affordable prices...and then Dilli Haat became popular.

This was made on top of a nallah / drain

Popularity made this a tourist place and then the NGOs descended on Dilli Haat...and I guess that was the end of the bargains and good stuff.

Well..this is still a place to roam around and have some good food from the food kiosks within the premises.
Almost all the states of India have their kiosks there. For me this is the attraction :-)

Ssslllllllllllllllllllluuuuuuuuuurrrrrpppp!!! Drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrooooooooooooooooooollllll!!! mmmmmmmmm food

From kashmiri food (wouldnt recommend this) where Tin Cocks are served..highly recommnded to the people with iron deficiency and to "Open Happiness" to Rajasthani thalis, daal bhati churma ..to the Bengali  fish & Mishti Dohi to the Maharashtrian Vada paavs...all available here. A decent meal for  two , where one would feel like a stuffed Turkey costs about INR 600 max.

Oh yes..momos and chowmien are the staple preference for most.

Dont forget to the Matka Kulfi too.

Today we went on one of those days, which is a change over day..the theme changes and the artisans and the shops change. Hence very less crowded.

I like these days as my money stays my money and doesnt become the artisans ;-)...I guess the married men out there would relate to this.

well you guys must be thinking where are the colors?

Clicked some photos of the colors there. Have a look. All taken from Nokia N97 :-) some pics are blurred so peer hard to see them ;-)

Post entering Dilli Haat. Crowdless and no noise pollution :-)

Bangles and bangles. Just need a BoJangle now

Elephants & Camels from Rajasthan A birds eye view

Bracelets & Rings

Curtain screens..Peta guys shouldn't see these hung animals :-)

Hang down your Tom Dooley...more Pachyderms

Sea Shell Earings to make all fairer sex look even more prettier :-)

More Seashell Earings;'.. no wonder the women all look so nice ;-)

The shopkeeper who took my money :-)

Ladels & Spoons...This is when I get Hungrrrrryyyyy!!!

The dog!

Sea Shell from which the pearls come out ;-)

Dilli Haat getting ready for the next theme

Bangles - yeah sea shells again 

I believe I can fly!!

Cobblestoned artea outside..good place to get Chai, Papad etc

Balloons

Funny Ads - American Seafood Festival - will Paul be there?

some time back had started something of an ode to all the creative people out there..but I guess technology takes the cake ..or should I say fish / mussel cake in this case..

Paul the octopus..has been the oracle ...predicting the world cup FIFA 2010 winners...Pauls been right till now..very very psychic eight armed fellow I should say...

with contextual advertising or maybe...too many impressions to be burnt on a CPC deal ;-) (dont kill me guys here..wheres your sense of humor)....

Wonder what Paul - Octopus would like to say about the American Seafood Celebration!! of course the celebration is for a limited time only ;-)

Will Paul be a part of the great American Seafood Celebration??
Would he be able to predict this predcament?
Lets watch the news!! better still lets go celebrate!

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All Farts No Shits = Global Warming???

"Cow Farts: Global Warmers Or A Load Of Hot Air?" This article by Anra Kennedy's was refered to me by Kapil Ohri of Afaqs.

After reading the headlines of the article, it just prompted me to look at the fact if it's cow farts can be categorized as Global Warmers, why not all the other chappies in this world...guess their hot air and farts apart from raising a stink also do contribute to the global warming..heheh

now i need to think about this and put my thoughts or you could say the farts (hehe - devious laughter") in place and talk bout all the farts that I have met.

Would like contributions too...as I am sure..everyone would know a fart when they see one..

rest later

Mobile Technology All Fart No S**T

Being a guy interested in creative advertising and innovation, this ad really caught my eye. Has been doing email rounds..so thought to capture the same here on my own paradise:-)

How innovative can one get? How can one really think out of the box? How does one use some other technology to better the gaseous spirits?

This ad really had me thinking :-) have a look.

At least now a lift will smell good for the midgets ;-)