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He shot and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;dropped a bird, but it fell int o a farmer's field on the other side of a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;fence.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;As the lawyer climbed over the fence, an elderly farmer drove up on his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;tractor and asked him what he was doing. The litigator responded, "I shot a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;duck and it fell in this field, and now I'm going to retrieve it."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;The old farmer replied, "This is my property, and you are not coming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;over here."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;The indignant lawyer said, "I am one of the best trial lawyers in Australia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;and, if you don't let me get that duck, I'll sue you and take everything you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;own."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;The old farmer smiled and said, "Apparently, you don't know how we settle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;disputes in North Cowra . We settle small disagreements like this with the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;'Three Kick Rule.'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;The lawyer asked, "What is the 'Three Kick Rule'?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;The Farmer replied, "Well, because the dispute occurs on my land, I get to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;go first. I kick you three times and then you kick me three times and so on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;back and forth until someone gives up."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;The lawyer quickly thought about the proposed contest and decided that he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;could easily take the old codger. He agreed to abide by the local custom.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;The old farmer slowly climbed down from the tractor and walked up to the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;attorney. His first kick planted the toe of his heavy steel-toed work boot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;into the lawyer's groin and dropped him to his knees!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;His second kick to t he midriff sent the lawyer's last meal gushing from his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;mouth. The lawyer was on all fours when the farmer's third kick to his rear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;end, sent him face-first into a fresh cow pie.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;Summoning every bit of his will and remaining strength the lawyer very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;slowly managed to get to his feet. Wiping his face with the arm of his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;jacket, he said, "Okay, you old fart. Now it's my turn."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;(I love this part)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;The old farmer smiled and said, "Nah, I give up. You can have the duck."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;When you are educated, you'll believe only half of what you hear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282; font-size: small;"&gt;When you're intelligent, you know which half.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-5442412917420371761?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/5442412917420371761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=5442412917420371761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/5442412917420371761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/5442412917420371761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2011/11/3-kick-rule.html' title='3 Kick Rule'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-2409281006563411947</id><published>2011-10-12T19:12:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T19:12:12.150+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Nagging wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;An older, tired-looking dog wandered into my yard.I could tell from  his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home and was well taken care  of.He calmly came over to me, I gave him a few pats on his head. He  then followed me into my house, slowly walked down the hall, curled up  in the corner and fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out.The next day he  was back, greeted me in my yard, walked inside and resumed his spot in  the hall and again slept for about an hour.This continued off and on for  several weeks.Curious, I pinned a note to his collar: ‘I would like to  find out who the owner of this wonderful sweet dog is and ask if you are  aware that almost every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a  nap.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The next day he arrived for his nap, with a different note pinned to  his collar:&amp;nbsp;’He lives in a home, with my non stop chatting and nagging  wife, he’s trying to catch up on his sleep. 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So, your rating is "average".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar: What? How come 'average'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Boss: Because...err...uhh...you lack domain knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar: But last year you said I am a domain expert and you put me in this project as a domain consultant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Boss: Oh is it? Well, in that case, I think your domain knowledge has eroded this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar: What???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Boss: Yes, I didn't see you sharing knowledge on Purchasing domain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar: Why would I? Because I am not in Purchasing, I am in Manufacturing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Boss: This is what I don't like about you. You give excuse for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar: Huh? *Confused*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Boss: Next, you need to improve your communication skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar: Like what? I am the one who trained the team on "Business Communication", you sat in the audience and took notes, you remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Boss: Oh is it? Errr...well..I mean, you need to improve your Social Pragmatic Affirmative Communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar: Huh? What the hell is that? *Confused*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Boss: See! That's why you need to learn about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar: *head spinning*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Boss: Next, you need to sharpen your recruiting skills. All the guys you recruited left within 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar: Well, not my mistake. You told them you will sit beside them and review their code, and most resigned the next day itself. Couple of them even attempted suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Boss:*stunned* (recovers from shock) Err...anyway, I tried to give you a better rating, but our Normalization process gave you only 'average'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar: Last year that process gave me 'excellent'. This year just 'average'? Why is this process pushing me up and down every year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Boss: That's a complicated process. You don't want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar: I'll try to understand. Go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Boss: Well, we gather in a large room, write down the names of sub-ordinates in bits of paper, and throw them up in the air. Whichever lands on the floor gets 'average', whichever lands on table gets 'good', whichever we manage to catch gets 'excellent' and whichever gets stuck to ceiling gets 'outstanding'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar: (eyes popping out) What? Ridiculous! So who gets 'poor' rating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Boss: Those are the ones we forget to write down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar: What the hell! And how can paper bits stick to ceiling for 'outstanding'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Boss: Oh no, now you have started questioning our 20 year old organizational process!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar: *faints*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-3059270655771305306?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/3059270655771305306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=3059270655771305306&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/3059270655771305306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/3059270655771305306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2011/01/art-of-appraisal.html' title='The Art of Appraisal'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-945898315296672072</id><published>2011-01-11T22:53:00.007+05:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T22:53:00.638+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>Cheer Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You may review&amp;nbsp; current status w.r. to point number 5 to 8&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1 . If time doesn't wait for you, don't worry! Just remove the damn battery from the clock and Enjoy life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 . Expecting the world to treat u fairly coz u r a good person is like expecting the lion not to attack u coz u r a vegetarian . Think about it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 . Beauty isn't measured by outer appearance and what clothes we wear,but what we are inside. So, try going out naked tomorrow and see the Admiration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 . Don't walk as if you rule the world, walk as if you don't care who rules the world!&lt;br /&gt;That's called Attitude . Keep on rocking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 . Every lady hopes that her daughter will marry a better man than she did and is convinced that her son will never find a wife as good as his father did!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 . He was a good man .. He never smoked, drank had no affair . When he died,the insurance company refused the claim . They said, he who never lived, cannot die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 . A man threw his wife in a pond of Crocodiles . He's now being harassed by the Animal Rights Activists for being cruel to the Crocodiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 . So many options for suicide:&lt;br /&gt;Poison, sleeping pills, hanging, jumping from a building, lying on train tracks, but we chose Marriage, slow but sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 . Only 20 percent boys have brains, rest has girlfriends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 . All desirable things in life are either illegal, banned, expensive or Married to someone else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 . 10% of road accidents are due to drunken driving .&lt;br /&gt;This makes it a logical statement that 90% of accidents are due to driving without drinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-945898315296672072?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/945898315296672072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=945898315296672072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/945898315296672072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/945898315296672072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2011/01/cheer-up.html' title='Cheer Up'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-105721829958414303</id><published>2011-01-10T22:49:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T22:49:00.460+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lion'/><title type='text'>Better to be a Lion in India than a Monkey elsewhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;In a poor zoo of India, a lion was frustrated as he was offered not more than 1 kg meat a day. The lion thought its prayers were answered when one US Zoo Manager&amp;nbsp; visited the zoo and requested the zoo management to shift the lion to the US Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lion was so happy and started thinking of a central A/c environment, a goat or two every day and a US Green Card also. On its first day after arrival, the lion was offered a big bag, sealed very nicely for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lion opened it quickly but was shocked to see that it contained a few bananas. Then the lion thought that may be they cared too much for him as they were worried about his stomach as he had recently shifted from India&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the same thing happened. On the third day again the same food bag of bananas was delivered. The lion was so furious, it stopped the delivery boy and blasted at him, 'Don't you know I am the lion...king of the Jungle..., what's wrong with your management?, what nonsense is this?,&lt;br /&gt;why are you delivering bananas to me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The delivery boy politely said, 'Sir, I know you are the king of the jungle but&amp;nbsp; ... Did you know that you have been brought here on a monkey's visa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of Story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better to be a Lion in India than a Monkey elsewhere&amp;nbsp; !!! !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-105721829958414303?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/105721829958414303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=105721829958414303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/105721829958414303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/105721829958414303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2011/01/better-to-be-lion-in-india-than-monkey.html' title='Better to be a Lion in India than a Monkey elsewhere'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-5785623492653623800</id><published>2011-01-09T22:47:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T22:47:40.348+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><title type='text'>Five surgeons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Five surgeons from big cities are discussing who makes the best patients to operate on. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The first surgeon, from New York , says, "I like to see accountants on my operating table because when you open them up, everything inside is numbered." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The second, from Chicago , responds, "Yeah, but you should try electricians! Everything inside them is color coded." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The third surgeon, from Dallas , says, "No, I really think librarians are the best, everything inside them is in alphabetical order" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The fourth surgeon, from Los Angeles chimes in: "You know, I like construction workers...Those guys always understand when you have a few parts left over." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; But the fifth surgeon, from Washington , DC shut them all up when he Observed: "You're all wrong. Politicians are the easiest to operate on. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There's no guts, no heart, no balls, no brains and no spine, and the head and the ass are interchangeable&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-5785623492653623800?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/5785623492653623800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=5785623492653623800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/5785623492653623800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/5785623492653623800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2011/01/five-surgeons.html' title='Five surgeons'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-5739373418070851383</id><published>2011-01-09T19:03:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T19:03:05.706+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buy car: http://www.garagedelparco.com'/><title type='text'>Sell and buy car: http://www.garagedelparco.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  Buying a used car is an easy way to do by going to the local car dealer. The prospective buyer of the used car keeps a tab with the local garage and sometimes it would be a car service centre situated nearby to his place of living. He / she approaches the sales / service personnel at the dealer to know whether any of the customers are selling off their used cars.&lt;br /&gt;Why go for a used car?&lt;br /&gt;Why not buy a new car?&lt;br /&gt;Used cars come cheap and somewhat a good value for money. But, still the buyer need to have an eye on the repairs and replacements that would be needed on the car in the near future. But a well maintained car does get to fetch the higher selling price.&lt;br /&gt;But in this days of the internet should we go to the dealer and waste time and effort. Here comes an answer. &lt;a href="http://www.garagedelparco.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.garagedelparco.com&lt;/a&gt; is a one stop place to buy a used car or sell of your car. What not, users of this portal can get to know of the used cars available in London Its an Italian portal and the language used here is Italian.&lt;br /&gt;Now, lets learn some of the Italian words &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.garagedelparco.com/"&gt;auto usate milano&lt;/a&gt; in Italy means "Used cars London", &lt;a href="http://www.garagedelparco.com/"&gt;vendita auto usate&lt;/a&gt; means "&lt;span id="result_box"&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Used cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="shorttext"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt; &lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;for sale" and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.garagedelparco.com/"&gt;compro auto usate&lt;/a&gt; means&amp;nbsp; &lt;span id="result_box"&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;"buy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="shorttext"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt; &lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;used cars" This Italian portal is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in business since 1978 with experience and professionalism, always attentive to the needs and customer satisfaction. Efficiency, competence and thoroughness are their trump cards to continue to offer service and assistance, safe, guaranteed and worthy of trust.&amp;nbsp; If you do not know Italian language the google translation tool comes in handy, just click here &amp;lt;&amp;lt;&lt;a href="http://translate.google.com/translate?js=y&amp;amp;prev=_t&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;layout=1&amp;amp;eotf=1&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.garagedelparco.com&amp;amp;sl=it&amp;amp;tl=en"&gt;garagedelparco &lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; for the translated version of the site. &lt;br /&gt;The portal gives details on reaching them. It is also very much easier to sell of used car if you have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-5739373418070851383?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/5739373418070851383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=5739373418070851383&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/5739373418070851383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/5739373418070851383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2011/01/sell-and-buy-car-httpwwwgaragedelparcoc.html' title='Sell and buy car: http://www.garagedelparco.com'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-6936314909709346506</id><published>2010-12-30T15:15:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T15:15:00.181+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate'/><title type='text'>Never be a Developer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Introduction:&lt;br /&gt;Roshan D'Mello (QA Tester)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Developer (Mukesh Thakur)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Roshan D'Mello: Hey Mukesh, there is a bug in your code. Type a text in username text box and press enter. Beep sound doesn't appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mukesh Thakur: How can that be a bug? There is no requirement that beep sound should come. Anyway, I will assign it to offshore and get it fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 days,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mukesh Thakur : Roshan, bug is fixed. Please verify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another 2 days,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roshan D'Mello :&amp;nbsp; I have re-opened the bug because sound is not coming in some PCs. Sound is coming in my machine, but my colleague Rajat Choudhry is not getting the sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another 2 days,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mukesh Thakur : Not a bug. I observed that your friend Rajat Choudhry has Old IBM machine. Unlike your DELL machine, IBM machines do not have inbuilt speakers. So, to hear the sound in Rajat Choudhry's machine, please use head phones and then get the bug closed soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 2 days,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roshan D'Mello :&amp;nbsp; I have re-opened the bug because sound tone is different across different machines. Sound is coming as 'BEEP' in my machine, but my colleague Rajat Choudhry who is having IBM machine is getting the sound as 'TONG'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mukesh Thakur: Not a bug. Get lost man. What can we do for the bug? The Two machines are built in such a way that they produce different sounds. Do you expect the developers to rebuild the IBM processors to make them uniform?&lt;br /&gt;Please close it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 2 days,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roshan D'Mello :&amp;nbsp; I have re-opened the bug because intensity of beep sound produced on 2 different DELL machines is different. My machine produces beep sound of intensity 10 decibels whereas my friend's machine produces sound worth 20 decibels. Fix your code to make the sound uniform across all machines..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Another 2 days later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mukesh Thakur :&amp;nbsp; Once again it is not a bug. I have noticed that the volume set is different on the two machines. Ensure that volume is same in both the machines before I get mad and then close the bug.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 2 days,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roshan D'Mello :&amp;nbsp; I have re-opened the bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mukesh Thakur :&amp;nbsp; What ?? Why? What more stupid reasons can be there for re-opening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roshan D'Mello:&amp;nbsp; Sound intensity is different for machines placed at different locations (different buildings). So, I have re-opened it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 days,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mukesh Thakur : I have made some scientists do an acoustical analysis of the two buildings you used for testing. They have observed that the acoustics in the two buildings varies to a large extent. That is why sound intensity is different across the 2 buildings. So, I beg you to please close the bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1 year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roshan D'Mello :&amp;nbsp; I am re-opeing the bug. During the year, I requested The clients to arrange architects to build two buildings with same acoustical features, so that I can test it again. Now, when I tested, I found that intensity of sound still varying. So, I am re-opening the defect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mukesh Thakur : GROWLLLL.....I am really mad now. I am sure that the sound waves of the two buildings are getting distorted due to some background noice or something. Now I need to waste time to prove that it is because of background noice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roshan D'Mello :&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No need for that. We will put the machines and run them in vacuum and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mukesh Thakur:&amp;nbsp; ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;He is now in mental asylum while Roshan D’Mello has become QA Manager. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-6936314909709346506?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/6936314909709346506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=6936314909709346506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/6936314909709346506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/6936314909709346506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2010/12/never-be-developer.html' title='Never be a Developer'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-8915848998166616465</id><published>2010-12-29T14:58:00.018+05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T14:58:00.392+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Honorable Husbands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Position of a Husband is just like a Split AC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;No matter however Loud he is in the Outdoor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;He is designed to remain Silent indoor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Husband is one who is the head of the family, but his wife is the neck, and whichever way she turns, he goes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A man in Hell asked Devil:Can I make a call to my Wife?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;After making call he asked how much to pay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Devil : Nothing, Hell to hell is Free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Husband: Do you know the meaning of WIFE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It means, Without Information, Fighting Everytime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Wife: No darling, it means - With Idiot For Ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Wife: I wish I was a newspaper,So I'd be in your hands all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Husband: I too wish that you were a newspaper,So I could have a new one every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Doctor: Your husband needs rest and peace. Here are some sleeping Pills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Wife: When must I give it to him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Doctor: No, it is for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Wife: What will you give me if I climb the great Mount Everest ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Husband: A lovely Push...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-8915848998166616465?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/8915848998166616465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=8915848998166616465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/8915848998166616465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/8915848998166616465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2010/12/honorable-husbands.html' title='Honorable Husbands'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-7874932995130347889</id><published>2010-12-28T14:58:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T14:58:20.020+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>Performance and not Position that matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A Priest&amp;nbsp; is awaiting his turn in line at the Heaven's Gates.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ahead of him is a guy, fashionably dressed, in dark sun glasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket &amp;amp; jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;God asks him: Please tell me who are you, so that I may know whether to admit you into the kingdom of Heaven or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The guy replies: I am Pandi, Auto driver from Chennai!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;God consults his ledger, smiles &amp;amp; says to Pandi: Please take this silken robe &amp;amp; gold scarf &amp;amp; enter the Kingdom of Heaven ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now it is the priest's turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He stands erect and speaks out in a booming voice: I am Pope's Assistant so &amp;amp; so, Head Priest of the so &amp;amp; so Church for the last 40 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;God consults his ledger &amp;amp; says to the Priest: Please take this cotton robe &amp;amp; enter the Kingdom of Heaven ...'Just a minute,' says the agonized Priest. 'How is it that a foul mouthed, rash driving Auto Driver is given a Silken robe &amp;amp; a Golden scarf and me, a Priest, who's spent his whole life preaching your Name &amp;amp; goodness has to make do with a Cotton robe?''&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Results my friend, results,' shrugs God.'While you preached, people SLEPT;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;but when he drove his Auto, people PRAYED'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"It's PERFORMANCE &amp;amp; not POSITION that ultimately counts."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-7874932995130347889?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/7874932995130347889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=7874932995130347889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/7874932995130347889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/7874932995130347889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2010/12/performance-and-not-position-that.html' title='Performance and not Position that matters'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-7147122708795198234</id><published>2010-06-05T18:12:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T18:12:00.292+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/TAj7h7xRpFI/AAAAAAAAFv4/X7rLYAHksPU/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/TAj7h7xRpFI/AAAAAAAAFv4/X7rLYAHksPU/s640/1.jpg" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-7147122708795198234?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/7147122708795198234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=7147122708795198234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/7147122708795198234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/7147122708795198234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2010/06/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/TAj7h7xRpFI/AAAAAAAAFv4/X7rLYAHksPU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-5275591181871787679</id><published>2010-06-04T18:09:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T18:09:26.514+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoon'/><title type='text'>Great Onsite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Onsite looks like this from  offshore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/TAj6Tus6ZUI/AAAAAAAAFvk/O82PqKLGjtI/s640/1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;but &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Not really like      what it seems!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/TAj6bSfpkVI/AAAAAAAAFvs/ZRbV91Zrxqc/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/TAj6bSfpkVI/AAAAAAAAFvs/ZRbV91Zrxqc/s640/2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-5275591181871787679?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/5275591181871787679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=5275591181871787679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/5275591181871787679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/5275591181871787679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2010/06/great-onsite.html' title='Great Onsite'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/TAj6Tus6ZUI/AAAAAAAAFvk/O82PqKLGjtI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-6577544001697731703</id><published>2010-05-31T18:26:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T18:26:00.160+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Husband !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;A lady went to the police station to file a  report for her missing Husband:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: I lost my Husband&lt;br /&gt;Inspector: What is his height&lt;br /&gt;Lady: I never noticed&lt;br /&gt;Inspector: Slim or healthy&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Not slim can be healthy&lt;br /&gt;Inspector: Colour of eyes&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Never noticed&lt;br /&gt;Inspector: Colour of hair&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Changes according to season&lt;br /&gt;Inspector: What was he wearing&lt;br /&gt;Lady: suit/casuals I don’t remember exactly&lt;br /&gt;Inspector: Was somebody with him ?????????&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Yes my Labrador dog, Calvin, tied with a golden chain, height 30 inches, healthy, blue eyes, blackish brown hair, his left foot thumb  nail is slightly broken, he never barks, wearing a golden belt studded with blue balls, he likes non veg food, we eat together, we jog together…. And the lady started crying…..&lt;br /&gt;Inspector: Let’s search for the dog first!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-6577544001697731703?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/6577544001697731703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=6577544001697731703&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/6577544001697731703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/6577544001697731703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2010/05/missing-husband.html' title='Missing Husband !!'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-7730297342191442516</id><published>2010-05-30T18:25:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T18:25:00.603+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politician'/><title type='text'>Political Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A powerful senator dies after a prolonged illness. His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Welcome to Heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high  official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"No problem, just let me in," says the guy. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Well, I'd like to but I have orders from higher  up. What we'll do is have you spend one day in Hell and one in Heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in  Heaven," says the senator. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I'm sorry but we have our rules." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the  elevator and he goes down, down, down to Hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and  standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him, everyone is very happy and in evening attire. They run to  greet him, hug him, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people. They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster and caviar. Also present is the Devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes.  They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to  go. Everyone gives him a big hug and waves while the elevator rises. The  elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on Heaven where St. Peter is  waiting for him. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Now it's time to visit Heaven." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So 24 hours pass with the head of state joining a  group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and  singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Well then, you've spent a day in Hell and another in Heaven. Now choose your eternity." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He reflects for a minute, then the senator  answers, "Well, I would never have said it, I mean Heaven has been delightful, but I  think I would be better off in Hell." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he  goes down, down, down to Hell. Now the doors of the elevator open and he is in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags. The Devil comes over to him and lays his arm on his neck. "I don't understand," stammers the senator."Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and club and we ate lobster and caviar and danced and had a great time. Now all there is, is a wasteland full of  garbage and my friends look miserable. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Devil looks at him, smiles and says,  "Yesterday we were campaigning! Today you voted for us! The election is over." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stolen from an unknown author. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-7730297342191442516?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/7730297342191442516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=7730297342191442516&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/7730297342191442516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/7730297342191442516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2010/05/political-hell.html' title='Political Hell'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-6913845632313475230</id><published>2010-05-29T18:20:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T18:20:00.829+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insight into Decision Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/S_5xvts9E-I/AAAAAAAAFvE/eZhVTP7Vkdw/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/S_5xvts9E-I/AAAAAAAAFvE/eZhVTP7Vkdw/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475939261465039842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#002060;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96); font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;A group of children were playing near two railway  tracks, one still in use while the other disused. Only one child played  on the disused track, the  rest on the operational track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  train is coming, and you are just beside the track interchange. You can  make the train change its course to the disused track and save most of  the kids. However, that would also mean the lone child playing by the  disused track would be sacrificed. Or would you rather let the train go  its way?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a pause to think what kind of decision we could  make........ ........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Scroll down further&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people might choose  to divert the course of the train, and sacrifice only one child. You  might think the same way, I guess. Exactly, to save most of the children  at the expense of only one child was rational decision most people  would make, morally and emotionally. But, have you ever thought that the  child choosing to play on the disused track had in fact made the right  decision to play at a safe place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, he had to be sacrificed because of his ignorant  friends who chose to play where the danger was. This kind of dilemma  happens around us every day. In the office, community, in politics and  especially in a democratic society, the minority is often sacrificed for  the interest of the majority, no matter how foolish or ignorant the  majority are, and how farsighted and knowledgeable the minority are. The  child who chose not to play with the rest on the operational track was  sidelined. And in the case he was sacrificed, no one would shed a tear  for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great critic Leo Velski Julian who told the story said he would  not try to change the course of the train because he believed that the  kids playing on the operational track should have known very well that  track was still in use, and that they should have run away if they heard  the train's sirens.. If the train was diverted, that lone child would  definitely die because he never thought the train could come over to  that track! Moreover, that track was not in use probably because it was  not safe. If the train was diverted to the track, we could put the lives  of all passengers on board at stake! And in your attempt to save a few  kids by sacrificing one child, you might end up sacrificing hundreds of  people to save these few kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we are all aware that life is full of tough decisions that  need to be made, we may not realize that hasty decisions may not always  be the right one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-6913845632313475230?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/6913845632313475230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=6913845632313475230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/6913845632313475230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/6913845632313475230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2010/05/insight-into-decision-making.html' title='Insight into Decision Making'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/S_5xvts9E-I/AAAAAAAAFvE/eZhVTP7Vkdw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-2406114272889010154</id><published>2010-05-28T20:18:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T20:18:00.178+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Cool Grandpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#004080;"&gt;A woman in a supermarket is following a grandfather and his badly behaved 3 year-old grandson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious to her that he has his hands full with the child screaming  for sweets in the sweet aisle, biscuits in the biscuit aisle; and for fruit, cereal and pop in the other aisles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Gramps is working his way around, saying in a controlled  voice, "Easy, William, we won't be long  . . . easy, boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another outburst, and she hears the granddad calmly say, "It's  okay, William, just a couple more minutes and we'll be out of here.  Hang in  there, boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the checkout, the little terror is throwing items out of the  trolley,  and Gramps says again in a controlled voice, "William, William, relax  buddy, don't get upset. We'll be home in five minutes; stay cool, William."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very impressed, the woman goes outside where the grandfather is  loading his groceries and the boy into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said to the elderly gentleman, "It's none of my business, but you were amazing in there. I don't know how you did it. That whole time, you  kept your composure, and no matter how loud and  disruptive he got, you  just calmly kept saying things would be okay. William is very lucky to  have you as his grandpa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks, lady," said the grandfather, "but I'm William . .. . this little bastard's name is Kevin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-2406114272889010154?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/2406114272889010154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=2406114272889010154&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/2406114272889010154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/2406114272889010154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2010/05/cool-grandpa.html' title='Cool Grandpa'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-3674788061443530649</id><published>2010-05-27T18:16:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T18:18:08.037+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><title type='text'>Long live Bachelors !</title><content type='html'>Every man should get married some time; after all, happiness is not&lt;br /&gt;the only thing in life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;div id=":1en" class="ii gt"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;Bachelors should be heavily taxed. It is not fair that some men should&lt;br /&gt;be happier than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;Don't marry for money; you can borrow it cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Scottish Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;I don't worry about terrorism. I was married for two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Sam Kinison&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;Men have a better time than women; for one thing,&lt;br /&gt;they marry later; for another thing, they die earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--H. L. Mencken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;When a newly married couple smiles, everyone knows why.&lt;br /&gt;When a ten-year married couple smiles, everyone wonders why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;Love is blind but marriage is an eye-opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;When a man opens the door of his car for his wife,&lt;br /&gt;you can be sure of one thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either the car is new or the wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;I take my wife everywhere, but she keeps finding&lt;br /&gt;her way back to home always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;I asked my wife, "Where do you want to go for our&lt;br /&gt;anniversary?" She said,"Somewhere I have never been!" I told her,&lt;br /&gt;"How about the kitchen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;We always hold hands. If I let go, she shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;My wife was in beauty saloon for two hours.&lt;br /&gt;That was only for the estimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;She got a mudpack and looked great for two days. Then&lt;br /&gt;the mud fell off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;She ran after the garbage truck, yelling, "Am I too&lt;br /&gt;late for the garbage?"&lt;br /&gt;Following her down the street I yelled, "No, jump in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;Badd Teddy recently explained to me why he refuses&lt;br /&gt;to get to married.&lt;br /&gt;He says "the wedding rings look like minature&lt;br /&gt;handcuffs....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;If your dog is barking at the back door and your&lt;br /&gt;wife yelling at the frontdoor, who do you let in first?&lt;br /&gt;The Dog of course... at least he'll shut up after u&lt;br /&gt;let him in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;A man placed some flowers on the grave of his dearly&lt;br /&gt;parted mother and started back toward his car when his attention was&lt;br /&gt;diverted to another man kneeling at a grave. The man seemed to be&lt;br /&gt;praying with profound intensity and kept repeating, 'Why did u have to&lt;br /&gt;die? Why did you have to die?" The first man approached him and said,  "Sir,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to interfere with your private grief, but this&lt;br /&gt;demonstration of pain in is&lt;br /&gt;more than I've ever seen before. For whom do you mourn so? Deeply? A&lt;br /&gt;child? A parent?"The mourner took a moment to collect himself, then&lt;br /&gt;replied "My wife's first husband."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;A couple came upon a wishing well. The husband&lt;br /&gt;leaned over, made a wish&lt;br /&gt;and threw in a coin .&lt;br /&gt;The wife decided to make a wish, too. But she leaned&lt;br /&gt;over too much, fell&lt;br /&gt;into the well, and drowned. The husband was stunned&lt;br /&gt;for a while but then&lt;br /&gt;smiled "It really works ! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-3674788061443530649?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/3674788061443530649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=3674788061443530649&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/3674788061443530649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/3674788061443530649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2010/05/long-live-bachelors.html' title='Long live Bachelors !'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-5190830465318043979</id><published>2010-01-04T20:49:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:49:00.095+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoon'/><title type='text'>Career in organised crime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/S0FlWuRIMdI/AAAAAAAAFiY/OMoegaZ7Z3o/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/S0FlWuRIMdI/AAAAAAAAFiY/OMoegaZ7Z3o/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422726867382186450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-5190830465318043979?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/5190830465318043979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=5190830465318043979&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/5190830465318043979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/5190830465318043979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2010/01/career-in-organised-crime.html' title='Career in organised crime'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/S0FlWuRIMdI/AAAAAAAAFiY/OMoegaZ7Z3o/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-2305012090978213537</id><published>2009-12-31T05:31:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T05:31:00.500+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate'/><title type='text'>Reasons to worry about the year 2010</title><content type='html'>Festival Date Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPUBLIC DAY 26-Jan-2010 Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLI 16-Mar-2010 Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY DAY 01-May-2010 Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDEPENDENCE DAY 15-Aug-2010 Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GANDHI JAYANTI 02-Oct-2010 Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DASSERA 17-Oct-2010 Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIWALI 05-Nov-2010 Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS 25-Dec-2010 Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not such a sweet news for Government employees, students, etc..,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-2305012090978213537?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/2305012090978213537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=2305012090978213537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/2305012090978213537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/2305012090978213537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/12/reasons-to-worry-about-year-2010.html' title='Reasons to worry about the year 2010'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-5948378978608509073</id><published>2009-12-30T18:25:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:25:00.285+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in 2009</title><content type='html'>YOU KNOW YOU ARE LIVING IN 2009 when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 You're reading this and nodding and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this list&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW YOU ARE LAUGHING at yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-5948378978608509073?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/5948378978608509073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=5948378978608509073&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/5948378978608509073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/5948378978608509073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/12/living-in-2009.html' title='Living in 2009'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-7997546909372068131</id><published>2009-12-29T22:23:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:23:00.497+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Genius Salesman from India</title><content type='html'>The Manager says: "Do you have any sales experience?"&lt;br /&gt;The Indian says: "Sir, I was a salesman back home in India."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the boss liked the Indian chap so he gave him the job.&lt;br /&gt;"You start tomorrow.. I'll come down after we close and see how you did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first day on the job was rough but he got through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the store was locked up, the boss came down.&lt;br /&gt;"How many sales did you make today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian boy says: "Sir, Just ONE sale."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss says: "Just one? No! No! No! You see here our sales people average 20 or 30 sales a day.&lt;br /&gt;“If you want to keep this job, you'd better be doing better than just one sale. By the way, how much was the sale for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian boy says: " $101 237. 64"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss says: "$101 237. 64? What the hell did you sell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian boy says: "Sir, First I sold him a small fishhook.&lt;br /&gt;Then I sold him a medium fishhook.&lt;br /&gt;Then I sold him a large fishhook.&lt;br /&gt;Then I sold him a new fishing rod and some fishing gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked him where he's going fishing and he said down on the&lt;br /&gt;coast, so I told him he'll be needing a boat, so we went down to the boating department and I sold him twin engine Chris Craft.&lt;br /&gt;Then he said he didn't think his Honda Civic would pull it, so I took him down to our automotive department and sold him that 4X4 Blazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then ask him where he'll be staying, and since he had no accommodation, I took him to camping department and sold him one of those new igloo 6 sleeper camper tents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the guy said, while we're at it, I should throw in about $100 worth of groceries and two cases of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss said: "You're not serious? A guy came in here to buy a fishhook and you sold him a boat, a 4X4 truck and a tent?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian boy says: "No Sirji, actually he came in to buy Anacin for his headache, and I said: Well, fishing is the best way to relax your mind."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-7997546909372068131?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/7997546909372068131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=7997546909372068131&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/7997546909372068131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/7997546909372068131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/12/genius-salesman-from-india.html' title='Genius Salesman from India'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-7516689903814167403</id><published>2009-12-28T22:22:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:22:00.430+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naughty boys'/><title type='text'>A Small Story…</title><content type='html'>A boy and a girl were playing together. The boy had a collection of marbles. The girl had some sweets with her. The boy told the girl that he will give her all his marbles in exchange for her sweets. The girl agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy kept the biggest and the most beautiful marble aside and gave the rest to the girl. The girl gave him all her sweets as she had promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, the girl slept peacefully. But the boy couldn’t sleep as he kept wondering if the girl had hidden some sweets from him the way he had hidden his best marble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: If you don’t give your hundred percent in a relationship, you’ll always keep doubting if the other person has given his/her hundred percent.. This is applicable for any relationship like love, employer-employee relationship etc., Give your hundred percent to everything you do and sleep peacefully&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-7516689903814167403?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/7516689903814167403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=7516689903814167403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/7516689903814167403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/7516689903814167403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/12/small-story.html' title='A Small Story…'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-976424069327294367</id><published>2009-12-27T22:18:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T22:18:00.752+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naughty boys'/><title type='text'>The president</title><content type='html'>A little boy wanted Rs.50 very badly and prayed for weeks, but nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he decided to write God a letter requesting the Rs.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the postal authorities received the letter addressed to God , INDIA , they decided to forward it to the President of the India as a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President was so amused, that he instructed his secretary to send the little boy Rs. 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President thought this would appear to be a lot of money (Rs.50) to a little boy,&lt;br /&gt;and he did not want to spoil the kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy was delighted with Rs. 30, and decided to write a thank you note to God,&lt;br /&gt;which read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear God: Thank you very much for sending the money.&lt;br /&gt;However, I noticed that you sent it through the Rashtrapati Bhavan in New Delhi, and those donkeys deducted Rs. 20 as tax ... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8195;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-976424069327294367?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/976424069327294367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=976424069327294367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/976424069327294367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/976424069327294367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/12/president.html' title='The president'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-1411832855972642654</id><published>2009-12-26T22:16:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:18:44.137+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Lessons in Logic</title><content type='html'>If your father is a poor man,&lt;br /&gt;it is your fate but,&lt;br /&gt;if your father-in-law is a poor man,&lt;br /&gt;It’s your stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born intelligent -&lt;br /&gt;education ruined me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's true that we are here to help others,&lt;br /&gt;then what exactly are the others here for?&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;How come "abbreviated" is such a long word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-1411832855972642654?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/1411832855972642654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=1411832855972642654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/1411832855972642654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/1411832855972642654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/12/lessons-in-logic.html' title='Lessons in Logic'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-7762803454972377844</id><published>2009-12-25T22:14:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T22:14:00.394+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A saint asked his disciples, 'Why do we shout in anger? Why do people&lt;br /&gt;shout at each other when they are upset?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disciples thought for a while, one of them said, Because we lose our&lt;br /&gt;calm, we shout for that.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But, why to shout when the other person is just next to you?' asked the&lt;br /&gt;saint. 'Isn't it possible to speak to him or her with a soft voice? Why&lt;br /&gt;do you shout at a person when you're angry?'&lt;br /&gt;Disciples gave some other answers but none satisfied the saint.&lt;br /&gt;Finally he explained, 'When two people are angry at each other, their&lt;br /&gt;hearts distance a lot. To cover that distance they must shout to be able&lt;br /&gt;to hear each other. The angrier they are, the stronger they will have to&lt;br /&gt;shout to hear each other through that great distance.'&lt;br /&gt;Then the saint asked, 'What happens when two people fall in love? They&lt;br /&gt;don't shout at each other but talk softly, why? Because their hearts are&lt;br /&gt;very close. The distance between them is very small...'&lt;br /&gt;The saint continued, 'When they love each other even more, what happens?&lt;br /&gt;They do not speak, only whisper and they get even closer to each other&lt;br /&gt;in their love. Finally they even need not whisper, they only look at&lt;br /&gt;each other and that's all. That is how close two people are when they&lt;br /&gt;love each other.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL: When you argue do not let your hearts get distant, do not say&lt;br /&gt;words that distance each other more, else there will come a day when the&lt;br /&gt;distance is so great&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-7762803454972377844?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/7762803454972377844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=7762803454972377844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/7762803454972377844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/7762803454972377844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/12/saint-asked-his-disciples-why-do-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-8836763459103495337</id><published>2009-12-24T22:12:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T22:12:00.769+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate'/><title type='text'>The Boss</title><content type='html'>A junior manager, a senior manager and their boss are on their way to a meeting. On their way through a park, they come across a wonder lamp. They rub the lamp and a ghost appears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ghost says: Normally, one is granted three wishes but as you are three, I will allow one wish each"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the eager senior manager shouted, I want the first wish. I want to be in the Bahamas, on a fast boat and have no worries. "Pfufffff and he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the junior manager could not keep quiet and shouted "I want to be in Florida with beautiful girls, plenty of food and cocktails."Pfufffff and he was also gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss calmly said, "I want these two idiots back right now ." Pfuffff ……….:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson :- ALWAYS ALLOW THE BOSSES TO SPEAK FIRST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-8836763459103495337?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/8836763459103495337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=8836763459103495337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/8836763459103495337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/8836763459103495337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/12/boss.html' title='The Boss'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-7263014965053992199</id><published>2009-12-23T22:10:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:10:00.779+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>I'm having a baby</title><content type='html'>A three-year-old walked up to a pregnant lady while waiting with his mother in the doctor’s office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    He inquisitively asked the lady, "Why is your stomach so big?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    She replied, "I'm having a baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    With big eyes, he asked, "Is the baby in your stomach?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    She answered, "He sure is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Then the little boy, with a puzzled look, asked, "Is it a good baby?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    She said, "Oh, yes. It's a real good baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    With an even more surprised and shocked look, he asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Then why did you eat him?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-7263014965053992199?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/7263014965053992199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=7263014965053992199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/7263014965053992199'/><link rel='self' 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one you are in now.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;LAW OF TELEPHONE: When you dial a wrong number, you never get an engaged one.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;LAW OF MECHANICAL REPAIR : After your hands become coated with grease, your nose will begin to itch.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;LAW OF THE WORKSHOP: Any tool, when dropped, will roll to the least accessible corner.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;LAW OF THE ALIBI: If you tell the boss you were late for work because you had a flat tire, the next morning you will have a flat tire.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;LAW OF THE RESULT: When you try to prove to someone that a machine won't work, it will!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;LAW OF BIOMECHANICS: The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the reach.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;THEATRE RULE: People with the seats at the furthest from the aisle arrive last.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;LAW OF COFFEE: As soon as you sit down for a cup of hot coffee, your boss will ask you to do something which will last until the coffee is cold.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Try not to become a man of success, but rather try to become a man of value.&lt;br /&gt;LAW OF QUEUE: If you change queues, the one you have left will start to move faster than the one you are in now.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;LAW OF TELEPHONE: When you dial a wrong number, you never get an engaged one.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;LAW OF MECHANICAL REPAIR : After your hands become coated with grease, your nose will begin to itch.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;LAW OF THE WORKSHOP: Any tool, when dropped, will roll to the least accessible corner.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;LAW OF THE ALIBI: If you tell the boss you were late for work because you had a flat tire, the next morning you will have a flat tire.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;LAW OF THE RESULT: When you try to prove to someone that a machine won't work, it will!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;LAW OF BIOMECHANICS: The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the reach.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;THEATRE RULE: People with the seats at the furthest from the aisle arrive last.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;LAW OF COFFEE: As soon as you sit down for a cup of hot coffee, your boss will ask you to do something which will last until the coffee is cold.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-917872166536876031?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/917872166536876031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=917872166536876031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/917872166536876031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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The doctor asked him how he was feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've never been better," the old man replied. "I've got an eighteen-year-old bride who's pregnant &amp;amp; delivered a child. What is your opinion about that, Doc?" the old man asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor thought for a moment, then said, "Well, let me tell you a story. I know a guy who is a hunter. He never misses a season for hunting. But, one day he's in a bit of a hurry and he accidentally grabs his umbrella instead of his gun. The doctor continued, "So he's walking in the woods near a creek, and suddenly he spots a lion in some brush in front of him. He raises up his umbrella, points it at the lion and squeezes the handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAM! The lion drops dead in front of him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's impossible!" said the old man in disbelief. Someone else must have shot that lion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly"... Said the Doc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-3014623652381350698?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/3014623652381350698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=3014623652381350698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/3014623652381350698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/3014623652381350698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/12/90-year-old-man.html' title='90-year-old man'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-3023083343201706977</id><published>2009-12-20T22:01:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:01:00.351+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><title type='text'>Doctor's Medical Certificate</title><content type='html'>Doctor Certified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certify that Mr. /Miss ________________ _ , working in your organization, is suffering from 'time-bound' illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to this, he/she will NOT be able to work more than 8 hours a day and 5 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any attempt to stretch beyond this timing will lead to severe health problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The losses to the company due to medical reimbursements will be far more compared to the gains made by stretching beyond 8 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also warned to keep my patient away from any kind of shocking news such as " Come over weekend..", " Let's work on holiday..", " Leave cannot be granted. ." etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which can directly lead to heart strokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In view of the above, it is strongly recommended to adjust your deadlines in accordance with the convenience of my patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sd/- Dr. Impatient&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-3023083343201706977?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/3023083343201706977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=3023083343201706977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/3023083343201706977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/3023083343201706977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/12/doctors-medical-certificate.html' title='Doctor&apos;s Medical Certificate'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-3112207356902774442</id><published>2009-12-19T21:16:00.004+05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:16:00.560+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>A surprise gift that accelerates from 0 to 100 within 4 seconds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The wife was very unhappy with her car and complained a lot to her husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing her birthday was coming up shortly, she said to her husband... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Buy me a surprise for my birthday!' she said. 'Something that accelerates from 0 to 100 in 4 seconds! And I would prefer a blue one!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy and excited she was counting down the days to her birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the day she finally she got the beautiful present her husband thoughtfully bought. !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/SyTOCXS-ZqI/AAAAAAAAFe8/DG4eTWTlZEI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414679192014841506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/SyTOCXS-ZqI/AAAAAAAAFe8/DG4eTWTlZEI/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A WEIGHING MACHINE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor guy is dead today, and his wife's in jail for murder!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-3112207356902774442?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/3112207356902774442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=3112207356902774442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/3112207356902774442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/3112207356902774442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/12/surprise-gift-that-accelerates-from-0.html' title='A surprise gift that accelerates from 0 to 100 within 4 seconds'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/SyTOCXS-ZqI/AAAAAAAAFe8/DG4eTWTlZEI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-5870705047096730821</id><published>2009-12-18T22:12:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T22:12:00.222+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>A Fairy tale</title><content type='html'>A married couple in their early 60s was celebrating their 40th wedding anniversary in a quiet, romantic little restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a tiny yet beautiful fairy appeared on their table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, 'For being such an exemplary married couple and for being loving to each other for all this time, I will grant you each a wish.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife answered, 'Oh, I want to travel around the world with my darling husband.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fairy waved her magic wand and - poof! - two tickets for the Queen Mary II appeared in her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband thought for a moment: 'Well, this is all very romantic, but an opportunity like this will never come again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry my love, but my wish is to have a wife 30 years younger than me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife, and the fairy, were deeply disappointed, but a wish is a wish. So the fairy waved her magic wand and poof!...the husband became 92 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral: Men should remember that Fairies are female.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-5870705047096730821?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/5870705047096730821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=5870705047096730821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/5870705047096730821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/5870705047096730821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/12/fairy-tale.html' title='A Fairy tale'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-7251101161601170131</id><published>2009-12-17T21:07:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:07:00.216+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><title type='text'>CRAZY not equal to STUPID</title><content type='html'>One truck driver was doing his usual delivery to IMH (Institute of mental health).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He discovered a flat tyre when he was about to go home. He jacked up the truck and took the flat tyre down. When he was about to fix the spare tyre, he accidentally dropped all the bolts into the drain. As he can't fish the bolts out, he started to panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One patient from the Mental Health Institute (IMH) happened to walk past and asked the driver what happened. The driver thought to himself, since there's nothing much he can do; he told the patient the whole incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The patient laughed at him &amp;amp; said "can't even fix such a simple problem. no wonder you are destined to be a truck driver..." Here's what you can do, take one bolt each from the other 3 tyres and fix it onto this tyre. Then drive to the nearest workshop and replace the missing ones, easy as that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver was very impressed and asked "You're so smart but why are you here at this Mental Institute?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient replied: "Hello, I stay here because I'm crazy not STUPID!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-7251101161601170131?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/7251101161601170131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=7251101161601170131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/7251101161601170131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/7251101161601170131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/12/crazy-not-equal-to-stupid.html' title='CRAZY not equal to STUPID'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-2583507593783220750</id><published>2009-12-16T19:02:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:02:00.282+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><title type='text'>Where is GOD?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Two little boys, ages 8 and 10, are extremely mischievous. They are always getting into trouble and their parents know all about it. If any mischief occurs in their town, the two boys are probably Involved. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys' mother heard that a preacher in town had  been successful in disciplining children, so she asked if he would speak with her boys. The preacher agreed, but he asked to see them      individually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the mother sent the 8 year old first, in the morning, with the older boy to see the preacher in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The preacher, a huge man with a booming voice, sat the younger boy down and asked him sternly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Do you know where God is, son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The boy's mouth dropped open, but he made no response, sitting there wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; So the preacher repeated the question in an even sterner tone, "Where is God?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again, the boy made no attempt to answer. The preacher raised his voice even more and shook his finger in the boy's face and bellowed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Where is God?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The boy screamed and bolted from the room, ran directly home and dove into his closet, slamming the door behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When his older brother found him in the closet, he asked, "What happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The younger brother, gasping for breath, replied, "We are in BIG trouble this time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     ...............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     ..............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     ...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     ..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     ................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GOD is missing, and they think we did it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-2583507593783220750?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/2583507593783220750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=2583507593783220750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/2583507593783220750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/2583507593783220750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-is-god.html' title='Where is GOD?'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-3572796281854418345</id><published>2009-12-15T21:49:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:49:00.657+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><title type='text'>One liners</title><content type='html'>Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LETS BE FRIENDS", GUYZ use to begin the relationship but GALS Use to End :) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Boy friend or Husband is someone who'll stand by you through all the trouble you wouldn't have had if you'd stayed single. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" People say" Behind every successful man there is successful woman" but "Behind every Successful WOMAN there is a exhausted MAN"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Behind every successful Man is his woman. Behind the fall of a successful Man is usually another woman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girls are like roads, more the curves, more the dangerous they are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Potential of Man, he can have as many gal friends as his wife thinks, but reality his wife won't let him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is nothing called LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT, rather they should re-phrase it as INFATUATION AT FIRST SIGHT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God Created Man, Man invented money. God created women and discovered to spend Man's money "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like Cricket during 80's it was like Test Match, in 90's it was like ODI but now it is like T20"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gal Friends are like mistakes you always do when you try some thing new but wife is like habit after several mistakes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Men are like bank accounts. Without a lot of money, they don't generate much interest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An IDEA can change ur Life ... But, a Woman Can change your IDEA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man discovered trade, invented money. Woman discovered money, and it was a complete mess after that. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A good discussion is like a miniskirt, Short enough to pertain interest and long enough to cover the subject"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If women didn't exist, all the money in the world would have no meaning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Early to bed, early to rise makes people suspicious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Women are unpredictable. Before marriage, she expects a man, after marriage she suspects him, and after death she respects him. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the beginning, God created earth and rested. Then God created man and rested. Then God created woman. Since then, neither God nor man has rested."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Statistics are like bikinis.. what they reveal is suggestive, what they hide is essential! '-) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Before money was invented, what did women find attractive about men? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Marriage is a battle between unstoppable force against an immovable object"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A WIFE IS JUST AN OBSTACLE BETWEEN HUSBAND &amp;amp; GAL FRIEND ;-) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your marriage is in trouble if your wife says, 'You're only interested in one thing,' and you can't remember what it is."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-3572796281854418345?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/3572796281854418345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=3572796281854418345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/3572796281854418345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/3572796281854418345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-liners.html' title='One liners'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-7025255183990973037</id><published>2009-12-14T20:34:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:34:00.500+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate'/><title type='text'>3 Parrots</title><content type='html'>A man wanted to buy his son a parrot as a birthday present.The next day he went to the pet shop and sawthree identical parrots in a cage.&lt;br /&gt;He asked the clerk, "how much for the parrot on the right?&lt;br /&gt;The owner said it was Rs. 2500."Rs. 2500.", the man said. "Well what does he do?"He knows how to use all of the functions of Microsoft Office 2000, responds the clerk."He can do all of your spreadsheets and type all of your letters."&lt;br /&gt;The man then asked what the second parrot cost.The clerk replied, Rs. 5000, but he not only knows Office 2000,but is an expert computer programmer.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the man inquired about the cost of the last parrot.The clerk replied, "Rs. 10,000."Curious as to how a bird can cost Rs. 10,000, the man asked what this bird's specialty was.The clerk replies, "Well to be honest I haven't seen him do anything.&lt;br /&gt;But the other two call him "BOSS"!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-7025255183990973037?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/7025255183990973037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=7025255183990973037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/7025255183990973037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/7025255183990973037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-parrots.html' title='3 Parrots'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-6140860451398402171</id><published>2009-12-13T15:27:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:33:50.599+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate'/><title type='text'>The Seed</title><content type='html'>A successful business man was growing old and knew it was time to choose a successor to take over the business.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of choosing one of his Directors or his children, he decided to do something different. He called all the young executives in his company together.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "It is time for me to step down and choose the next CEO. I have decided to choose one of you. "The young executives were Shocked, but the boss continued. "I am going to give each one of you a SEED today - one very special SEED.I want you to plant the seed, water it, and come back here one year from today with what you have grown from the seed I have given you.I will then judge the plants that you bring, and the one I choose will be the next CEO."&lt;br /&gt;One man, named Jim, was there that day and he, like the others, received a seed. He went home and excitedly, told his wife the story. She helped him get a pot, soil and compost and he planted the seed.Everyday, he would water it and watch to see if it had grown. After about three weeks, some of the other executives began to talk about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow.&lt;br /&gt;Jim kept checking his seed, but nothing ever grew.. Three weeks, four weeks, five weeks went by, still nothing. By now, others were talking about their plants, but Jim didn't have a plant and he felt like a failure. Six months went by -- still nothing in Jim's pot. He just knew he had killed his seed. Everyone else had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing. Jim didn't say anything to his colleagues, however... He just kept watering and fertilizing the soil - He so wanted the seed to grow..&lt;br /&gt;A year finally went by and all the young executives of the company brought their plants to the CEO for inspection. Jim told his wife that he wasn't going to take an empty pot. But she asked him to be honest about what happened. Jim felt sick to his stomach, it was going to be the most embarrassing moment of his life, but he knew his wife was right. He took his empty pot to the board room. When Jim arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants grown by the other executives. They were beautiful -- in all shapes and sizes. Jim put his empty pot on the floor and many of his colleagues laughed, a few felt sorry for him!&lt;br /&gt;When the CEO arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted his young executives.&lt;br /&gt;Jim just tried to hide in the back. "My, what great plants, trees, and flowers you have grown," said the CEO. "Today one of you will be appointed the next CEO!"&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, the CEO spotted Jim at the back of the room with his empty pot. He ordered the Financial Director to bring him to the front.Jim was terrified. He thought, "The CEO knows I'm a failure! Maybe he will have me fired!"&lt;br /&gt;When Jim got to the front, the CEO asked him what had happened to his seed - Jim told him the story.&lt;br /&gt;The CEO asked everyone to sit down except Jim. He looked at Jim, and then announced to the young executives, "Behold your next Chief Executive Officer! His name is Jim!" Jim couldn't believe it. Jim couldn't even grow his seed.&lt;br /&gt;"How could he be the new CEO?" the others said.&lt;br /&gt;Then the CEO said, "One year ago today, I gave everyone in this room a seed.. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water it, and bring it back to me today. But I gave you all boiled seeds; they were dead - it was not possible for them to grow.&lt;br /&gt;All of you, except Jim, have brought me trees and plants and flowers. When you found that the seed would not grow, you substituted another seed for the one I gave you. Jim was the only one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it. Therefore, he is the one who will be the new Chief Executive Officer!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-6140860451398402171?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/6140860451398402171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=6140860451398402171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/6140860451398402171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/6140860451398402171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/12/seed.html' title='The Seed'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-723818692690249599</id><published>2009-11-27T19:53:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T20:01:38.324+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laptop and Netbook computer accessories</title><content type='html'>Coming to usability, a laptop or a netbook computer makes our work easier in terms such as mobility and ease of use. Nowadays these little computers are coming in ultra thin designs and are of very less in weight.&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days when they cost a huge amount, now the cost of these computers have drastically come down. People who have much of their work to be done on the move, those who go often on business trips, those who browse the internet often on the move do go in to buy these netbook and laptop computers.&lt;br /&gt;Different kind of netbooks or laptop computers are manufactured by umpteem number of companies be it Toshiba, Dell, Compaq or HP. These are available in the range of few hundred to few thousands depending on their performance.&lt;br /&gt;Okaies, you have bought your netbook or a laptop computer. The next thing is the hunt that starts in searching suitable  &lt;a href="http://www.gearzap.com/"&gt;laptop accessories&lt;/a&gt; for them.  But coming to finding a suitable accessory for these machines is somewhat a big task if one person is having different models of these computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gearzap.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Gearzap.com&lt;/a&gt; is a one stop portal to find all kind of &lt;a href="http://www.gearzap.com/"&gt;laptop accessories &lt;/a&gt; . Accessories for different type of laptop computers can easily be found out in this portal. For example if you want to buy a &lt;a href="http://www.gearzap.com/netbook-cases-netbook-bags.html"&gt;laptop bag&lt;/a&gt; - , just click for it and browse through the good number of &lt;a href="http://www.gearzap.com/netbook-cases-netbook-bags.html"&gt;laptop bag&lt;/a&gt; available at the portal. Also details about  &lt;a href="http://www.gearzap.com/netbook-cases-netbook-bags.html"&gt;laptop case&lt;/a&gt; is also available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The advantage at this portal is that the different kind of &lt;a href="http://www.gearzap.com/"&gt;laptop accessories &lt;/a&gt; are displayed along with pictures with cost information. You can click it and book your necessary accessory. Buying is made easy with much of the prominent credit cards can be used at this portal to make payment.&lt;br /&gt;For buying a &lt;a href="http://www.gearzap.com/netbook-cases-netbook-bags.html"&gt;laptop case&lt;/a&gt; have a look at the portal for a number of laptop case and you can buy it at the click of your mouse and make the accessory find its way to your home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-723818692690249599?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/723818692690249599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=723818692690249599&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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கதை !!</title><content type='html'>ஒரு அழகான கிராமம்.அந்தக் கிராமத்தின் தலைவருக்கு ஒரு பெண் இருந்தாள்..அவளைப் போல் ஒரு அழகிய பெண்னை யாரும் பார்த்ததும் இல்லை&lt;br /&gt;கேட்டதும் இல்லை.அந்தப் பெண் பக்கத்து கிராமத்தைச் சேர்ந்த ஒரு சாதாரண வாலிபனைக் காதலிக்க ஆரம்பித்து விட்டாள். இது தெரிந்ததும் மொத்த கிராமமும் அந்தக் காதலை எதிர்க்க ஆரம்பித்தது.இதனால் வேறு வழி தெரியாத காதல் ஜோடி ஊரை விட்டு ஒட தீர்மானித்து ஒரு நாள் யாருக்கும் தெரியாமல் காணாமலும் போய்விட்டனர். உடனே ஊரே சேர்ந்து காதல் ஜோடியைத் தேடியது. இருந்தும் அவர்களால் கண்டு பிடிக்கவே முடியவில்லை. அதன் பிறகு அவர்கள் அந்த்க் காதலை ஏற்றுக் கொள்ள முடிவு செய்து செய்தித்தாளில் விளம்பரமும் கொடுத்தனர்.அதைப் பார்த்த காதல் ஜோடி உடனே ஊர் திரும்பியது. சந்தோஷப் பட்ட ஊர் மக்கள் அந்தக் காதல் ஜோடிக்கு பிரமாண்டமான முறையில் திருமணம் செய்ய முடிவு செய்தனர். திருமணத்திற்குத் தேவையான பொருட்களை வாங்க நகரத்திற்குச் சென்றிருந்தனர்.அப்போது எதிர்பாராதவிதமாக ஒரு லாரி மோதி அந்த வாலிபன் அந்தப் பெண் எதிரிலேயே உயிர் துறந்தான். உடனே அந்தப் பெண்னும் மனநிலை பாதிக்கப்பட்டாள். ரொம்ப நாட்களுக்குப் பிறகு நினைவு திரும்பிய அந்தப் பெண் குடும்பத்தினருடன் வசித்து வந்தாள். திடீரென்று ஒரு நாள் அப்பெண்னின் தாய் ஒரு கனவு கண்டாள். அதில் ஒரு தேவதை தோன்றி அவள் மகள் அவளுடைய&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;காதலன் நினைவாக வைத்திருக்கும் உடையில் இருக்கும் இரத்த்க் கறையை உடனே துவைக்க வேண்டும் என்றது,இல்லா விட்டால் மோசமான விளைவுகள் ஏற்படும் என்றும் எச்சரிக்கை செய்தது. அவள் தாய் கனவை மதிக்கவில்லை. அடுத்த நாள் அதே தேவதை அந்தப் பெண்னின் தந்தையிடமும் கனவில் எச்சரித்தது.ஆனால் அவரும் அதைக் கண்டு கொள்ளவில்லை அடுத்த நாள் அப்பெண்னின் கனவிலேயே தோன்றி எச்சரித்தது.அவள் உடனே தாயிடம் கனவைப் பற்றிக் கூறினாள். அதன் பிறகே அதன் முக்கியத்துவம் உணரப்பட்டது.அவள் தாய் அதை துவைக்கக் கூறினாள். உடனே அந்தப் பெண்னும் அதைத் துவைத்தாள். இருந்தும் தேவதை மறுபடியும் அடுத்த நாள் கனவில் வந்து கறை சரியாகப் போகவில்லை என்று எச்சரித்தது. மறுபடியும் அப்பெண் அத்துணியைத் துவைத்தாள்.இருந்தும் கறை போகவில்லை. அடுத்த நாள் காலையில் அழைப்புமணி ஒலிக்கவே அந்தப் பெண் கதவைத் திறந்தாள்.அப்போது கனவில் வரும் அதே பெண் நின்று கொண்டிருந்தாள். அவள் முகம் கனவில் வருவதைப் போல் கனிவாக இல்லாமல் வெளிறிப் போய் இருந்தது.உடனே இவள் பயத்தினால் அலறினாள். அந்தத் தேவதை கோபத்துடன் கூறியது,"லூசாடி நீ!,ஸர்ப் எக்ஸல் போடு கறை போயிடும்" என்றது.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-2762998835572179741?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/2762998835572179741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=2762998835572179741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/2762998835572179741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/2762998835572179741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='மனதை அதிரவைத்த காதல் கதை !!'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-478097913108211676</id><published>2009-11-24T21:42:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:43:23.410+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><title type='text'>The Honest Priest..</title><content type='html'>A distinguished young woman on a flight from Switzerland said to the priest beside her, &lt;p&gt;"Father, may I ask a favor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course. What may I do for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I bought an expensive electronic hair remover that is well over the Customs limits and I'm afraid they'll confiscate it.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Is there anyway you could carry it through Customs for me? ...Under your robes perhaps?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would love to help you, dear, but I must warn you: I will not lie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With your honest face, Father, no one will question you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got to Customs, she let the priest go ahead of her.The official asked, "Father, do you have anything to declare?"&lt;br /&gt;"From the top of my head down to my waist, I have nothing to declare."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The official thought this answer strange, so asked,"And what do you have to declare from your waist to the floor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have a marvelous little instrument designed to be used on a woman, which is, to date, unused."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Roaring with laughter, the official said, "Go ahead, Father.".......Next!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-478097913108211676?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/478097913108211676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=478097913108211676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/478097913108211676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/478097913108211676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/11/honest-priest.html' title='The Honest Priest..'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-8289818883481638933</id><published>2009-11-21T17:05:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T17:05:00.277+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Perils of Online errors</title><content type='html'>Wrong email id -- too good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man checked into a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;There was a computer in his room,&lt;br /&gt;So he decided to send an e-mail to his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, he accidentally typed a wrong e-mail address,&lt;br /&gt;and without realizing his error, he sent the e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in Houston ,&lt;br /&gt;a widow had just returned from her husband's funeral.&lt;br /&gt;The widow decided to check her e-mail,&lt;br /&gt;expecting condolence messages from relatives and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the first message, she fainted.&lt;br /&gt;The widow's son rushed into the room,&lt;br /&gt;found his mother on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;and saw the computer screen which read:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;To: My Loving Wife&lt;br /&gt;Subject: I've Reached&lt;br /&gt;Date: 21 Nov 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're surprised to hear from me.&lt;br /&gt;They gave computers here,&lt;br /&gt;and we are allowed to send e-mails to loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;I've just reached and have been checked in..&lt;br /&gt;I see that everything has been prepared for your  arrival tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to seeing you TOMORROW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-8289818883481638933?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/8289818883481638933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=8289818883481638933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Story)</title><content type='html'>Michael's Night&lt;br /&gt;~  Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story.  My name is Mildred Hondorf.  I am a former elementary school music teacher from Des Moines , Iowa .  I've always supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons - something I've done for over 30 years.  Over the years I found that children have many levels of musical ability.  I've never had the pleasure of having a prodigy though I have taught some talented students.  However I've also had my share of what I call 'musically challenged' pupils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One such student was Michael.  Michael was 11 years old when his mother (a single Mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson.  I prefer that students (especially boys) begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Michael.  But Michael said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took him as a student.  Well, Michael began with his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavor.  As much as Michael tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel.  But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary pieces that I require all my students to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him.  At the end of each weekly lesson he'd always say, "My mom's going to hear me play someday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it seemed hopeless.  He just did not have any inborn ability.  I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Michael off or waited in her aged car to pick him up.  She always waved and smiled but never stopped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day Michael stopped coming to our lessons.  I thought about calling him but assumed because of his lack of ability, that he had decided to pursue something else.  I also was glad that he stopped coming -- he was a bad advertisement for my teaching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks later I mailed to the student's homes a flyer on the upcoming recital.  To my surprise Michael (who received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that the recital was for current pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not qualify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that his mother had been sick and unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still practicing.  "Miss Hondorf, I've just got to play!" he insisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital.  Maybe it was his persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying that it would be all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night for the recital came.  The high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put Michael up last in the program before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece.  I thought that any damage he would do would come at the end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my 'curtain closer'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the recital went off without a hitch.  The students had been practicing and it showed.  Then Michael came up on stage.  His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked like he'd run an eggbeater through it.  "Why didn't he dress up like the other students?" I thought.  "Why didn't his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael pulled out the piano bench and he began.  I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen Mozart's Concerto #21 in C Major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not prepared for what I heard next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His fingers were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories.  He went from pianissimo to fortissimo.  From allegro to virtuoso.  His suspended chords that Mozart demands were magnificent!  Never had I heard Mozart played so well by a person his age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo and everyone was on their feet in wild applause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overcome and in tears I ran up on stage and put my arms around Michael in joy.  "I've never heard you play like that Michael!  How'd you do it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the microphone Michael explained: "Well Miss Hondorf, remember I told you my Mom was sick?  Well, actually she had cancer and passed away this morning and well...  She was born deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play.  I wanted to make it special."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the people from Social Services led Michael from the stage to be placed into foster care, I noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy, and I thought to myself how much richer my life had been for taking Michael as my pupil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I've never had a prodigy but that night I became a prodigy -- of Michael's!  He was the teacher and I was the pupil for it is he that taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself and maybe even taking a chance in someone and you don't know why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-4281529060319606375?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/4281529060319606375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=4281529060319606375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/4281529060319606375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/4281529060319606375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/11/michaels-night-touching-story.html' title='Michael&apos;s Night ( A Touching Story)'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-2102502567439292507</id><published>2009-11-19T10:44:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T10:44:00.160+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><title type='text'>Picture of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/SwOJ7cICvqI/AAAAAAAAFao/0zqbBL9jM70/s1600/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/SwOJ7cICvqI/AAAAAAAAFao/0zqbBL9jM70/s400/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405315632029941410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-2102502567439292507?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/2102502567439292507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=2102502567439292507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/2102502567439292507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/2102502567439292507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/11/picture-of-year.html' title='Picture of the year'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/SwOJ7cICvqI/AAAAAAAAFao/0zqbBL9jM70/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-1061250410870963742</id><published>2009-11-18T10:40:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T10:41:33.169+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dialogue'/><title type='text'>Some MINDBLOWING Dialogues</title><content type='html'>1) U can study and get any certificates. But u cannot get ur death certificate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) U may have AIRTEL or BSNL connection but when u&lt;br /&gt;sneeze u ll say HUTCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 ) U can bcome an engineer if u study in&lt;br /&gt;engineering college. U cannot bcom a president if&lt;br /&gt;u studies in Presidency College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 ) U can expect a BUS from a BUS stop ... u&lt;br /&gt;cannot expect a FULL from FULL stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) A mechanical engineer can bcom a mechanic but a&lt;br /&gt;software engineer cannot bcom a software&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 ) U can find tea in teacup. But cannot find world&lt;br /&gt;in world cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) U can find keys in Keyboard but u cannot find mother in motherboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-1061250410870963742?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/1061250410870963742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=1061250410870963742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/1061250410870963742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/1061250410870963742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-mindblowing-dialogues.html' title='Some MINDBLOWING Dialogues'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-918280670736953752</id><published>2009-10-25T23:12:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:12:00.209+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child'/><title type='text'>Making a baby.</title><content type='html'>The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife good-bye and said, 'Well, I'm off now. The man should be here soon.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the door bell, hoping to make a sale. 'Good morning, Ma'am', he said, 'I've come to...' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, no need to explain,' Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed, 'I've been expecting you.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Have you really?' said the photographer. 'Well, that's good. Did you know babies are my specialty?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well that's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moment she asked, blushing, 'Well, where do we start?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room floor is fun. You can really spread out there. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work for Harry and me!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time.. But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My, that's a lot!', gasped Mrs. Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd love to be in and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed with that.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Don't I know it,' said Mrs. Smith quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures. 'This was done on the top of a bus,' he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, my God!' Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'She was difficult?' asked Mrs. Smith.&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get a good look'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Four and five deep?' said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with amazement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes', the photographer replied. 'And for more than three hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness approached I ha d to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had to pack it all in.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith leaned forward. 'Do you mean they actually chewed on your, uh...equipment?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's true, Ma'am, yes.. Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up my tripod and we can get to work right away.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tripod?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on.. It's much too big to be held in the hand very long.'&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith fainted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-918280670736953752?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/918280670736953752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=918280670736953752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/918280670736953752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/918280670736953752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/10/making-baby.html' title='Making a baby.'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-6989613262342585474</id><published>2009-10-24T23:02:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:13:08.376+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate'/><title type='text'>Prayer before entering office</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/SuMzUvRoiBI/AAAAAAAAFX8/rJ9hfe7WqHY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/SuMzUvRoiBI/AAAAAAAAFX8/rJ9hfe7WqHY/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396213209900812306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-6989613262342585474?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/6989613262342585474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=6989613262342585474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/6989613262342585474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/6989613262342585474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/10/prayer-before-entering-office.html' title='Prayer before entering office'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/SuMzUvRoiBI/AAAAAAAAFX8/rJ9hfe7WqHY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-809934150147303428</id><published>2009-10-11T21:48:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:48:00.214+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Two seriously ill men</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;His bed was next to the room's only window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Days and weeks passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of  the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man eagerly asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It faced a blank wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Epilogue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-809934150147303428?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/809934150147303428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=809934150147303428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/809934150147303428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/809934150147303428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-seriously-ill-men.html' title='Two seriously ill men'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-6832144106971195754</id><published>2009-10-10T21:45:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:45:00.129+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>I am your Guardian Angel</title><content type='html'>A Man was walking down a street when he heard a voice from behind,  'If you take one more step, a brick will fall down on your head and kill you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man stopped and a big brick fell right in front of him. The man was astonished.  He went on, and after a while he was going to cross the road. Once again the voice shouted,  'Stop !  Stand still !  If you take one more step a car will run over you, and you will die.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man did as he was instructed,  just as a car came creekking around the corner, barely missing him.  The man asked. 'Who are you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am your Guardian Angel,' the voice answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, yeah?'  the man said  'And where the hell were you when I got married?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-6832144106971195754?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/6832144106971195754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=6832144106971195754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/6832144106971195754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/6832144106971195754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-your-guardian-angel.html' title='I am your Guardian Angel'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-8806086220777696012</id><published>2009-10-09T21:44:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:44:00.154+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>Poor groom</title><content type='html'>Everyone in the wedding ceremony was watching the radiant bride as her father escorted her down the aisle to give away to the groom. They reached the altar and the waiting groom;  the bride kissed her father and placed something in his hand. Everyone in the room was wondering what was given to the father by the bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father could feel the suspense in the air and all eyes were on him to divulge the secret and say something. So he announced :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ladies and Gentlemen.  Today is the luckiest day of my life ...'   Then he raised his hands with what his daughter gave him and continued,  'My daughter finally,  finally returned my Credit Card to me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole audience including the priest started laughing . . . . .   But not the poor Groom ! ! !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-8806086220777696012?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/8806086220777696012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=8806086220777696012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/8806086220777696012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/8806086220777696012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/10/poor-groom.html' title='Poor groom'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-2948648704195553477</id><published>2009-10-08T21:39:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:39:00.384+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>The Empty Jar And 2 Cups of Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;When things in your life seem,  Almost too much to handle, When 24 Hours in a day is not enough,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the story of the empty jar and 2 cups of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some  items in  front of him.&lt;br /&gt;When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.  He then asked the students, If the jar was full.&lt;br /&gt;They agreed that it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open Areas between the golf balls.&lt;br /&gt;He then asked  The students again If the jar was full.. &lt;br /&gt;They agreed it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.  Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.&lt;br /&gt;The students responded with an unanimous 'yes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then produced  Two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents  Into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand.&lt;br /&gt;The students laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now,' said the professor,   As the laughter subsided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I want you to recognize that  this jar represents your life.&lt;br /&gt;The golf balls are the important things - God, family, children, health, friends, and favorite passions – things that if everything else was lost  and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, house, and  car.&lt;br /&gt;The sand is everything else -- The small stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you put the sand into the jar first,'  He continued, 'there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt; Pay attention to the things  That are critical to your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Play With your children.&lt;br /&gt;Take time to get medical checkups.&lt;br /&gt;Take your partner out to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;There will always be time&lt;br /&gt;To clean the house and fix the disposal.&lt;br /&gt;'Take care of the golf balls first -- The things that really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor smiled.&lt;br /&gt;'I'm glad you asked'.&lt;br /&gt;It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life  may seem, there's always room for a cup of coffee with a friend.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when shall we have a cup of coffee...? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-2948648704195553477?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/2948648704195553477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=2948648704195553477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/2948648704195553477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/2948648704195553477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/10/empty-jar-and-2-cups-of-coffee.html' title='The Empty Jar And 2 Cups of Coffee'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-2329511195716314091</id><published>2009-10-07T21:31:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:37:51.584+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bill gates'/><title type='text'>Recruitment for "Chairman of Microsoft Europe"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bill Gates organized an enormous session to recruit a new Chairman for Microsoft Europe.  5000 candidates assembled in a large room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;One candidate is our Ramasamy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bill Gates: Thank you for coming.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Those who do not know JAVA may leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2000 people leave the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ramasamy says to himself, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'I do not know JAVA, but I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;nothing to lose if I stay. I'll give it a try !'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bill Gates:  Candidates who never had experience of managing more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;than 100 people may leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2000 people leave the room.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ramasamy says to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'I never managed anybody by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;myself, but I have nothing to lose if I stay. What can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;happen to me ?' So he stays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bill Gates: Candidates who do not have management diplomas may&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then, 500 people leave the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ramasamy says to himself,&lt;/span&gt;  'I &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; left school at 15, but what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;have I got to lose ?' So he stays in the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lastly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bill Gates asked the candidates who do not speak Serbo-Croat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now, 498 people leave the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ramasamy says to himself,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'I do not speak one word of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Serbo-Croat but what do I have to lose ?' So he stays &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and finds himself with one other candidate; Everyone else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;has gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bill  Gates joined them and said&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'Apparently you are the only&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;two candidates who speak Serbo-Croat, so I'd now like to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; hear you have a conversation together in that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;language.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calmly, our Ramasamy  turns to the other candidate and says 'endha ooru?'                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" id=":15w" class="ii gt"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;The other candidate answers… 'Madurai  pakkam'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"vazhga tamil" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-2329511195716314091?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/2329511195716314091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=2329511195716314091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/2329511195716314091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/2329511195716314091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/10/recruitment-for-chairman-of-microsoft.html' title='Recruitment for &quot;Chairman of Microsoft Europe&quot;'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-3222094128060865045</id><published>2009-10-07T21:25:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:31:24.490+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house conveyancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='property conveyancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conveyancing solicitor'/><title type='text'>Moveme.com : Provides everything needed to moving our home</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just got a "transfer order" letter from your boss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The next big thing blocking in your mind is the hassles involved in making the shift of your home to your new place of cohabitation. For many of us, its not just that easy to move our home. The process goes on with many things starting from finding a gas connection to getting the electricity facility apart from finding that good school for your kid pursue his studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I got to see this portal &lt;a href="http://www.moveme.com/"&gt;www.moveme.com &lt;/a&gt;which is involved in making your move a easy one in a hassle free manner. The design of the &lt;a href="http://www.moveme.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; is somewhat to be adored which imbibes with a lot of vital information about &lt;a href="http://www.moveme.com/legals"&gt;house conveyancing&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;needed to be known before shifting the home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The whole guide right from about the &lt;a href="http://www.moveme.com/legals"&gt;conveyancing solicitor&lt;/a&gt; available at the portal is a quite an informative one. The legal process involved in moving your house is quite described through every step. One can get a survey done by a chartered surveyor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is also guidance by a property solicitor to provide information on the legal work involved in selling or purchasing a property and makes it complete with advise on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moveme.com/legals"&gt;property conveyancing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.moveme.com/legals"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. A move planner available at the portal helps in sourcing the moving tools available online and its quite a worth to engage moveme.com to save time and cost involved in moving your house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The first thing which happens is a heart burn since you are bound to miss some vital things while moving your house. The portal gives a solution for this with moving check list. This check list helps in making an error free move of your house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Usually these number of steps involved in moving our house involves getting in touch with a number of agencies and finding the good bargain. But now with the availability of all the necessary resources now at the &lt;a href="http://www.moveme.com/"&gt;www.moveme.com &lt;/a&gt;its just a click away to ditch your worries and make your house shifting just a fly.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-3222094128060865045?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/3222094128060865045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=3222094128060865045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/3222094128060865045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/3222094128060865045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/10/movemecom-provides-everything-needed-to.html' title='Moveme.com : Provides everything needed to moving our home'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-8494448457711036161</id><published>2009-10-06T22:11:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:13:28.867+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>Software Engineer &amp; his wife..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Husband - hey dear, I am logged in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife - would you like to have some snacks?&lt;br /&gt;Husband - hard disk full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife - have you brought the saree.&lt;br /&gt;Husband - Bad command or file name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife - but I told you about it in morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Husband - erroneous syntax, abort, retry, cancel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife - hae bhagwan ! forget it where's your salary.&lt;br /&gt;Husband - file in use, read only, try after some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife - at least give me your credit card, I can do some shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Husband - sharing violation, access denied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife - I made a mistake in marrying you.&lt;br /&gt;Husband - data type mismatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife - you are useless.&lt;br /&gt;Husband - by default.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife - who was there with you in the car this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Husband - system unstable press ctrl, alt, del to Reboot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife - what is the relation between you &amp;amp; your Receptionist?&lt;br /&gt;Husband - the only user with write permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife - what is my value in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Husband - unknown virus detected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife - do you love me or your computer?&lt;br /&gt;Husband - Too many parameters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife - I will go to my dad's house.&lt;br /&gt;Husband - program performed illegal operation, it will Close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife - I will leave you forever.&lt;br /&gt;Husband - close all programs and log out for another User.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife - it is worthless talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;Husband - shut down the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife - I am going&lt;br /&gt;Husband - Its now safe to turn off your computer .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-8494448457711036161?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/8494448457711036161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=8494448457711036161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/8494448457711036161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/8494448457711036161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/10/software-engineer-his-wife.html' title='Software Engineer &amp; his wife..'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-6224622211565176572</id><published>2009-09-07T17:46:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:46:34.499+06:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE PARAGRAPH THAT EXPLAINS LIFE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Arthur Ashe, the legendary Wimbledon player was dying of AIDS which he got due to infected blood he received during a heart surgery in 1983.&lt;br /&gt;From world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed: "Why does GOD have to select you for such a bad disease"?&lt;br /&gt;To this Arthur Ashe replied:&lt;br /&gt;"The world over -- 50 million  children start playing tennis, 5 million learn to play tennis,&lt;br /&gt;500,000 learn professional tennis, 50,000 come to the circuit, 5000 reach the  grand slam,&lt;br /&gt;50 reach Wimbledon, 4 to semi final, 2 to the finals,&lt;br /&gt;when I was holding a cup I never asked GOD 'Why me?'.&lt;br /&gt;And today in pain I should not be asking GOD 'Why me?' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happiness keeps you Sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Trials keep you Strong,&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow keeps you Human,&lt;br /&gt;Failure keeps you humble and Success keeps you glowing, but only Faith &amp;amp; Attitude Keeps you going...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-6224622211565176572?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/6224622211565176572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=6224622211565176572&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/6224622211565176572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/6224622211565176572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-paragraph-that-explains-life.html' title='ONE PARAGRAPH THAT EXPLAINS LIFE!'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-1749772016659609372</id><published>2009-09-06T08:41:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T08:41:00.122+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>The Indian Mom</title><content type='html'>A young  Indian man excitedly tells his mother he's fallen in love and that he is  going to get married. He says, "Just for fun, Ma, I'm going to bring over 3 women and you try and guess which one I'm going to marry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  mother  agrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, he brings three beautiful  women into the house and sits them down on the couch and they chat for a while. He then says, "Okay Ma, guess which one I'm going to marry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She  immediately replies, "The one on the right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's amazing, Ma. You're  right. How did you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indian mother replies,  "I don't like  her.".....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-1749772016659609372?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/1749772016659609372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=1749772016659609372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/1749772016659609372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/1749772016659609372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/09/indian-mom.html' title='The Indian Mom'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-1238234063621314062</id><published>2009-09-05T21:41:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:41:00.463+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoon'/><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/Sn2dg62WAII/AAAAAAAAFUM/ZukUBfsEF7g/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/Sn2dg62WAII/AAAAAAAAFUM/ZukUBfsEF7g/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367619519774064770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-1238234063621314062?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/1238234063621314062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=1238234063621314062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/1238234063621314062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/1238234063621314062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/09/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/Sn2dg62WAII/AAAAAAAAFUM/ZukUBfsEF7g/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-1257165693103801069</id><published>2009-09-04T21:41:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:41:00.200+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoon'/><title type='text'>Oh my mummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/Sn2c6ri-yBI/AAAAAAAAFT8/uODXk-taMVo/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/Sn2c6ri-yBI/AAAAAAAAFT8/uODXk-taMVo/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367618862831290386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-1257165693103801069?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/1257165693103801069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=1257165693103801069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/1257165693103801069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/1257165693103801069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-my-mummy.html' title='Oh my mummy'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/Sn2c6ri-yBI/AAAAAAAAFT8/uODXk-taMVo/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-6736661483509272997</id><published>2009-09-03T21:51:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:51:00.279+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoon'/><title type='text'>Ohhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/Sn2fCqFECqI/AAAAAAAAFUU/3nvEa2XQaW8/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/Sn2ci-a-VAI/AAAAAAAAFT0/ZcDI_Q6GpQA/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367618455581119490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-2498541589736929097?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/2498541589736929097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=2498541589736929097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/2498541589736929097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/2498541589736929097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/09/humpff.html' title='Humpff'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/Sn2ci-a-VAI/AAAAAAAAFT0/ZcDI_Q6GpQA/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-7268164118661070216</id><published>2009-09-01T21:38:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:38:00.694+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoon'/><title type='text'>The dumbest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/Sn2cGrWj1oI/AAAAAAAAFTs/pxpCcDqVNCk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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30 Thieves</title><content type='html'>At first, it was Alibaba &amp;amp; 40 Thieves&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;it is Alibaba &amp;amp; 30 Thieves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poocho Kyon ?.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recession Boss!!!Alibaba had removed 10 thieves from his group.Cost Cutting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-2135449195368895164?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/2135449195368895164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=2135449195368895164&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/2135449195368895164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/2135449195368895164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/08/alibaba-30-thieves.html' title='Alibaba &amp; 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having two you are a  referee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3] Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always  right and the other is the husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4] I believe we should all pay our tax with a smile. I tried -  but they wanted cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5] A child's greatest period of growth is the month after  you've purchased new school uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[6] Don't feel bad. A lot of people have no talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[7] Don't marry the person you want to live with, marry the  one you cannot live without, but whatever you do, you'll   regret it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[8] You can't buy love, but you pay heavily for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[9] Bad officials are elected by good citizens who do not vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10] Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before  you get tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11] Marriage is give and take. You'd better give it to her or   she'll take it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12] My wife and I always compromise. I admit I'm wrong and  she agrees with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13] Those who can't laugh at themselves leave the job to  others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14] Ladies first. Pretty ladies sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15] A successful marriage requires falling in love many times,   always with the same person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16] You're getting old when you enjoy remembering things  more than doing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17] It doesn't matter how often a married man changes his  job, he still ends up with the same boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18] Real friends are the ones who survive transitions between   address books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] Saving is the best thing. Especially when your parents   have done it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20] Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools   talk because they have to say something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[21] They call our language the mother tongue because the  father seldom gets to speak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[22]  Man: Is there any way for long life?&lt;br /&gt;      Dr: Get married.&lt;br /&gt;      Man: Will it help?&lt;br /&gt;      Dr: No, but then the thought of long life will never come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-12501646467162057?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/12501646467162057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=12501646467162057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/12501646467162057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/12501646467162057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/08/thattuvams.html' title='Thattuvams'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-4285578056393335848</id><published>2009-08-24T22:59:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:59:00.394+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moral'/><title type='text'>Moral</title><content type='html'>Enjoy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a Junior School teacher asked her students to bring some potatoes in a plastic bag to school. Each potato will be given a name of the person whom that child hates. Like this, the number of potatoes will be equal to the number of persons they hate. On a decided day the children brought their potatoes well addressed. Some had two, some had three and some had even five potatoes. The teacher said they have to carry these potatoes with them everywhere they go for a week.. As the days passed the children started to complain about the spoiled smell that started coming from these potatoes. Also some students who had many potatoes complained that it was very heavy to carry them all around. The children got rid of this assignment after a week, when it got over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asked, "How did you feel in this one week?" The children discussed their problems about the smell and weight. Then the teacher said, "This situation is very similar to what you carry in your heart when you don't like some people. This hatred makes your heart unhealthy and you carry that hatred in your heart everywhere you go. If you can not bear the smell of spoiled potatoes for a week, imagine the impact of this hatred that you carry through out your life, on your heart?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORALE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* OUR HEART IS A BEAUTIFUL GARDEN THAT NEEDS A REGULAR CLEANING OF UNWANTED WEEDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* FORGIVE THOSE WHO HAVE NOT BEHAVED WITH YOU AS EXPECTED AND FORGET THE BAD THINGS. THIS ALSO MAKES ROOM AVAILABLE FOR STORING GOOD THINGS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-4285578056393335848?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/4285578056393335848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=4285578056393335848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/4285578056393335848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/4285578056393335848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/08/moral.html' title='Moral'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-3624812413169224652</id><published>2009-08-23T22:57:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:57:00.115+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='darkness'/><title type='text'>Dark night. In a car</title><content type='html'>This happened about a month ago near Sheikalmudi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy was driving from Kovai to Sheikalmudi and decided to drive slow as he wants to see the scenery. The inevitable happens and when he reaches the ghats his car breaks down - he's stranded miles from nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having no choice he starts walking on the side of the road, hoping to get a lift to the nearest town. It's dark and raining. And pretty soon he's wet and shivering. The night rolls on and no car goes by, the rain is so heavy he can hardly see a few feet ahead of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he sees a car coming towards him. It slows and then stops next to him - without thinking the guy opens the door and jumps in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seated in the back, he leans forward to thank the person who had saved him - when he realizes there is nobody behind the wheel!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though there's no one in the front seat and no sound of any engine, the car starts moving slowly. The guy looks at the road ahead and sees a curve coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared almost to death he starts to pray, begging the Lord for his life. He hasn't come out of shock, when just before he hits the curve, a hand appears through the window and moves the wheel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car makes the curve safely and continues on the road to the next bend. The guy, now paralyzed in terror, watches how the hand appears every time they are before a curve and moves the steering wheel just enough to get the car around each bend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the guy sees lights ahead. Gathering his courage he wrenches open the door of the silent, slowly moving car, scrambles out and runs as hard as he can towards the lights. It's a small village called Sholayar dam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stumbles into a dhaba, and asks for a drink, and breaks down. Then he starts talking about the horrible experience he's just been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is dead silence in the dhaba when he stops talking&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;and that's when Santa and Banta Singh walk into the dhaba. Santa points and says 'Look Banta - that's the weird guy who got into our car when we were pushing it '&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-3624812413169224652?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/3624812413169224652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=3624812413169224652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/3624812413169224652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/3624812413169224652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/08/dark-night-in-car.html' title='Dark night. In a car'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-7042413078969090552</id><published>2009-08-22T22:55:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:55:00.263+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian'/><title type='text'>Born a Sikh, raised a Sikh, now a Catholic</title><content type='html'>Each Friday night after work, Santa Singh would fire up his outdoor grill and cook a tandoori chicken and some meat kebabs. But, all of his neighbors were strict Catholics ... and since it was Lent, they were forbidden&lt;br /&gt;from eating chicken and meat on a Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The delicious aroma from the grilled meats was causing such a problem for the Catholic faithful that they finally talked to their Priest. The Priest came to visit Santa, and suggested that he become a Catholic. After several classes and much study, Santa attended Mass ... and as the priest sprinkled holy water over him, he said,&lt;br /&gt;"You were born a Sikh,&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;raised a Sikh,&lt;br /&gt;but now,&lt;br /&gt;you are a Catholic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa's neighbors were greatly relieved, until Friday night arrived. The wonderful aroma of tandoori chicken and meat kebabs filled the neighborhood. The Priest was called immediately by the neighbors and, as&lt;br /&gt;he rushed into Santa's backyard, clutching a rosary and prepared to scold him, he stopped and watched in amazement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There stood Santa, holding a small bottle of holy water which he carefully sprinkled over the grilling meats and chanted:&lt;br /&gt;"Oye, you waz born a chicken,&lt;br /&gt;and you waz born a lamb,&lt;br /&gt;you waz raised a chicken,&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;you waz Raised a lamb but now yara(dear), you are a potato and tomato!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-7042413078969090552?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/7042413078969090552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=7042413078969090552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/7042413078969090552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/7042413078969090552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/08/born-sikh-raised-sikh-now-catholic.html' title='Born a Sikh, raised a Sikh, now a Catholic'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-4573888251871383991</id><published>2009-08-21T22:53:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:53:00.220+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moral'/><title type='text'>Getting up very early in the morning</title><content type='html'>One day a fisherman got up very early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        There was not enough sunlight to get into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;        He saw a pack of stones to pass time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He started throwing the stone into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        While having the last stone in the hand,&lt;br /&gt;        the sun came up then he saw that the stone was a diamond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He felt for his misfortune of throwing all of them into the sea...                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Below&lt;br /&gt;*********************     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not get up early in the morning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-4573888251871383991?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/4573888251871383991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=4573888251871383991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/4573888251871383991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/4573888251871383991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/08/getting-up-very-early-in-morning.html' title='Getting up very early in the morning'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-3382817938299607783</id><published>2009-08-20T22:53:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:53:00.472+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonglish</title><content type='html'>Nama adicha athu mottai, Athuva vilundha athu sottai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thannikulla kappal pona jolly... Kappalkulla thanni pona gali...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odambula ethanai cell irundhalum athula 'simcard' poda mudiyathu..&lt;br /&gt;Calenderla naama enna thethi kizhichomngarathu mukkiyam illa.&lt;br /&gt;Kizhicha thethiyila naama ennatha kizhichomngarathu than mukkiyam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pallu valina palla pudungalaam aana kannu vali na kanna pudungamudiyuma...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running racela kaal evalavu vegama odinaalum, ! Price kaikuthaan&lt;br /&gt;kedaikkum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ULAGAM THERIYAAMA VALRRAVAN VEGULY&lt;br /&gt;CRICKET THERIYAAMA VILAYADURAVAN GANGULY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sodava fridgela vacha cooling soda aagum,&lt;br /&gt;Athukkaaga atha washing machinela vacha washing soda aagumaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch bag le lunch eduthuttu pogalam...&lt;br /&gt;aana school bagle school eduthuttu poga mudiyathu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South India-la Narthangai kidaikkum.&lt;br /&gt;Aaana, North India-la Southangai kidaikuma?!&lt;br /&gt;Today's punch:&lt;br /&gt;Thanneera Thanninnu sollalaam&lt;br /&gt;Panneera panninnu solla mudiyuma??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-3382817938299607783?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/3382817938299607783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=3382817938299607783&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/3382817938299607783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/3382817938299607783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/08/tonglish.html' title='Tonglish'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-2809056777566043158</id><published>2009-08-19T22:52:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:52:00.140+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>Wishing well</title><content type='html'>A long married couple came upon a wishing well. The husband leaned over, made a wish and threw in a penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife decided to make a wish too. But she leaned over too much, fell into the well, and drowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband was stunned for a moment but then smiled,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-2809056777566043158?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/2809056777566043158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=2809056777566043158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/2809056777566043158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/2809056777566043158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/08/wishing-well.html' title='Wishing well'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-5406079643038864958</id><published>2009-08-18T22:50:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:50:00.610+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>10 COMMANDMENTS OF MARRIAGE</title><content type='html'>Marriages are made in heaven. But so are thunder and lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want your wife to listen and pay strict attention to every word you say; talk in your sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is grand -- and divorce is at least 100 grand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Married life is very frustrating. In the first year of marriage, the man speaks and the woman listens.&lt;br /&gt;In the second year, the woman speaks and the man listens.&lt;br /&gt;In the third year, they both speak and the neighbours listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is when a man and woman become as one. The trouble starts when they try to decide which one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before marriage, a man will lie awake all night thinking about something you say. After marriage, he will fall asleep before you finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every man wants a wife who is beautiful, understanding, economical, and a good cook. But the law allows only one wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage and love are purely matter of chemistry. That is why wives treat husbands like toxic waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is incomplete until he is married. After that, he is finished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-5406079643038864958?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/5406079643038864958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=5406079643038864958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/5406079643038864958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/5406079643038864958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/08/10-commandments-of-marriage.html' title='10 COMMANDMENTS OF MARRIAGE'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-8475328144395483358</id><published>2009-08-17T22:48:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:48:00.386+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Wife dead</title><content type='html'>Man receives telegram: Wife dead-should be buried or cremated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Don't take any chances. Burn the body and bury the ash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-8475328144395483358?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/8475328144395483358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=8475328144395483358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/8475328144395483358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/8475328144395483358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/08/wife-dead.html' title='Wife dead'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-1749932807091555672</id><published>2009-08-16T22:47:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:47:00.528+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>Man, The Master of Women</title><content type='html'>Prospective husband: Do you have a book called 'Man, The Master of Women'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesgirl: The fiction department is on the other side, sir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-1749932807091555672?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/1749932807091555672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=1749932807091555672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/1749932807091555672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/1749932807091555672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/08/man-master-of-women.html' title='Man, The Master of Women'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-8096852910640997724</id><published>2009-08-15T10:40:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T10:44:54.156+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swine flu'/><title type='text'>How to avoid swine flu at your office?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/SoY81-HYgSI/AAAAAAAAFUc/m_nVta4OwdY/s1600-h/Avoid+Swince+Flu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/SoY81-HYgSI/AAAAAAAAFUc/m_nVta4OwdY/s400/Avoid+Swince+Flu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370046503590592802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-8096852910640997724?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/8096852910640997724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=8096852910640997724&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/8096852910640997724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/8096852910640997724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-to-avoid-swine-flu-at-your-office.html' title='How to avoid swine flu at your office?'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/SoY81-HYgSI/AAAAAAAAFUc/m_nVta4OwdY/s72-c/Avoid+Swince+Flu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-3567466313358417776</id><published>2009-08-15T05:42:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:42:00.627+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>Happy Independence Day</title><content type='html'>If you are married please ignore this message,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for everyone else: Happy Independence Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-3567466313358417776?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/3567466313358417776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=3567466313358417776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/3567466313358417776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/3567466313358417776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-independence-day.html' title='Happy Independence 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-1489735792040705535</id><published>2009-08-13T22:45:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:45:00.847+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Phases of a man</title><content type='html'>Different Phases of a man:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After engagement: Superman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Marriage: Gentleman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 years: Watchman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 20 years: Doberman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-1489735792040705535?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/1489735792040705535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-5000027346312624928</id><published>2009-08-12T22:44:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:44:00.585+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>Why do Bride &amp;amp; Groom exchange varmaala during wedding ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell each other affectionately. .  " Sweetheart U R Dead! "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-5000027346312624928?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/5000027346312624928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=5000027346312624928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/5000027346312624928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/5000027346312624928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/08/marriage_12.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-3499116764006306956</id><published>2009-08-11T22:43:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:43:00.212+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>There's a way of transferring funds that is even faster than electronic banking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's called marriage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-3499116764006306956?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-681656993076922932</id><published>2009-08-09T22:41:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T22:41:00.706+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><title type='text'>Husband</title><content type='html'>A man, who surrenders when he's wrong, is Honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man who surrenders when not Sure, is Wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A man who surrenders even if he's Right, is a Husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-681656993076922932?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/681656993076922932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=681656993076922932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/681656993076922932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/681656993076922932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/08/husband.html' title='Husband'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-1686995549152558915</id><published>2009-08-08T22:40:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T22:40:00.264+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Wives</title><content type='html'>It is difficult to understand GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes such beautiful things as women and then he turns them into Wives !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-1686995549152558915?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/1686995549152558915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=1686995549152558915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/1686995549152558915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/1686995549152558915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/08/wives.html' title='Wives'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-7505467917283350732</id><published>2009-08-07T22:40:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:40:00.419+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>Wedding anniversary</title><content type='html'>Wife: Darling today is our anniversary, what should we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband: Let us stand in silence for 2 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-7505467917283350732?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/7505467917283350732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=7505467917283350732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/7505467917283350732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/7505467917283350732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/08/wedding-anniversary.html' title='Wedding anniversary'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-1062228801929870054</id><published>2009-08-06T22:38:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:38:01.390+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>Getting married is very much like going to a restaurant with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You order what you want, then when you see what the other person has,  you wish you had ordered that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-1062228801929870054?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/1062228801929870054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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When you will provide 'My Past Documents'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You provide 'My Network Places'. For God sake please do not provide 'My Secret Places'. I do not want to let my wife know where I go after my office hours..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-9109812172656890796?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/9109812172656890796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=9109812172656890796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/9109812172656890796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/9109812172656890796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/08/letter-from-banta-singh-to-mr-bill.html' title='Letter from Banta Singh to Mr. Bill Gates'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-3457973644641758588</id><published>2009-08-04T23:18:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:19:23.331+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech'/><title type='text'>Police Call Centre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/SnhthX6on7I/AAAAAAAAFTc/o1WXi9TRhqk/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/Sm8dIF5jEjI/AAAAAAAAFSc/rPU9wDpMNuY/s400/not+my+job.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363537706081260082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Baskerville Old Face;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;;"&gt;This year the  "Not My Job" award goes to The National Highways Department&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-4391002921565667620?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/4391002921565667620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=4391002921565667620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/4391002921565667620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/4391002921565667620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-my-job-award.html' title='&quot;Not my Job&quot; award'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/Sm8dIF5jEjI/AAAAAAAAFSc/rPU9wDpMNuY/s72-c/not+my+job.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-3172847997105636909</id><published>2009-08-01T21:33:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T21:33:00.323+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='global slowdown'/><title type='text'>10 jobs in 14 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0066;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Some, rather most organizations reject his CV today because he has changed jobs frequently (10 in 14 years). This dude, the ‘job hopper’ (referred here as Mr. JH), does not mind it…. well he does not need to mind it at all. Having worked full-time with 10 employer companies in just 14 years gives Mr. JH the relaxing edge that most of the ‘company loyal’ employees are struggling for today. Today, Mr. JH too is laid off like some other 14-15 year experienced guys – the difference being the latter have just worked in 2-3 organizations in the same number of years. Here are the excerpts of an interview with Mr. JH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why have you changed 10 jobs in 14 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0066;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: To get financially sound and stable before getting laid off the second time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So you knew you would be laid off in the year 2009?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0066;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Well I was laid off first in the year 2002 due to the first &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1248793495_1"&gt;global economic slowdown&lt;/span&gt;. I had not got a full-time job before January 2003 when the economy started looking up; so I had struggled for almost  a year without job and with compromises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Which number of job was that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0066;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: That was my third job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So from Jan 2003 to Jan 2009, in 6 years, you have changed 8 jobs to make the count as 10 jobs in 14 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0066;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: I had no other option. In my first 8 years of professional life, I had worked only for 2 organizations thinking that jobs are deserved after lot of hard work and one should stay with an employer company to justify the saying ‘employer loyalty’. But I was an idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why do you say so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0066;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: My salary in the first 8 years went up only marginally. I could not save enough and also, I had thought that I had a ‘permanent’ job, so I need not worry about ‘what will I do if I lose my job’. I could never imagine losing a job because of economic slowdown and not because of my performance. That was &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1248793495_2"&gt;January 2002&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can you brief on what happened between January 2003 and 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0066;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Well, I had learnt my lessons of being ‘company loyal’ and not ‘money earning and saving loyal’. But then you can save enough only when you earn enough. So I shifted my loyalty towards money making and saving – I changed 8 jobs in 6 years assuring all my interviewers about my stability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So you lied to your interviewers; you had already planned to change the job for which you were being interviewed on a particular day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0066;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, you can change jobs only when the market is up and companies are hiring. You tell me – can I get a job now because of the slowdown? No. So one should change jobs for higher salaries only when the market is up because that is the only time when companies hire and can afford the expected salaries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What have you gained by doing such things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0066;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: That's the question I was waiting for. In Jan 2003, I had a fixed salary (without variables) of say Rs. X p.a. In January 2009, my salary was 8X. So assuming my salary was Rs.3 lakh p.a. in Jan 2003, my last drawn salary in Jan 2009 was Rs.24 lakh p.a. (without variable). I never bothered about variable as I had no intention to stay for 1 year and go through the appraisal process to wait for the company to give me a hike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So you decided on your own hike?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0066;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, in 2003, I could see the slowdown coming again in future like it had happened in 2001-02. Though I was not sure by when the next slowdown would come, I was pretty sure I wanted a ‘debt-free’ life before being laid off again. So I planned my hike targets on a yearly basis without waiting for the year to complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So are you debt-free now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0066;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, I earned so much by virtue of job changes for money and spent so little that today I have a loan free 2 BR flat (1200 sq.. feet) plus a loan free big car without bothering about any EMIs. I am laid off too but I do not complain at all. If I have laid off companies for money, it is OK if a company lays me off because of lack of money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who is complaining?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0066;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: All those guys who are not getting a job to pay their EMIs off are complaining. They had made fun of me saying I am a job hopper and do not have any company loyalty. Now I ask them what they gained by their company loyalty; they too are laid off like me and pass comments to me – why will you bother about us, you are already debt-free. They were still in the bracket of 12-14 lakh p.a. when they were laid off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is your advice to professionals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0066;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Like Narayan Murthy had said – love your job and not your company because you never know when your company will stop loving you. In the same lines, love yourself and your family needs more than the company's needs. Companies can keep coming and going; family will always remain the same. Make money for yourself first and simultaneously make money for the company, not the other way around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is your biggest pain point with companies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0066;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A: When a company does well, its CEO etc. will address the entire company saying, ‘well done guys, it is YOUR company, keep up the hard work, I am with you.” But when the slowdown happens and the company does not do so well, the same CEO Etc will say, “It is MY company and to save the company, I have to take tough decisions including asking people to go.” So think about your financial stability first; when you get laid off, your kids will complain to you and not your boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-3172847997105636909?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/3172847997105636909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=3172847997105636909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/3172847997105636909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/3172847997105636909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/08/10-jobs-in-14-years.html' title='10 jobs in 14 years'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-5800379456519680344</id><published>2009-07-31T23:17:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:17:00.226+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistress</title><content type='html'>What is the definition of Mistress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone between the Mister and Mattress&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-5800379456519680344?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/5800379456519680344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=5800379456519680344&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/5800379456519680344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/5800379456519680344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/07/mistress.html' title='Mistress'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-178936206540764596</id><published>2009-07-30T23:16:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:16:00.509+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you were traveling at the speed of sound and you turned on your radio would you be ! able to hear it? (got to think  scientifically)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-178936206540764596?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/178936206540764596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=178936206540764596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/178936206540764596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/178936206540764596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-were-traveling-at-speed-of-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-3260060597792314795</id><published>2009-07-29T23:16:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:16:00.720+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is it called a "building" when it is already  built? (strange isnt it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-3260060597792314795?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/3260060597792314795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=3260060597792314795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/3260060597792314795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/3260060597792314795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-is-it-called-building-when-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-7068728518553392159</id><published>2009-07-28T23:15:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:15:00.784+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.Why do people say, "you've been working like a dog" when dogs just sit around all day? (i think they meant something else)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-7068728518553392159?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/7068728518553392159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=7068728518553392159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/7068728518553392159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/7068728518553392159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-5254957418524863818</id><published>2009-07-27T23:13:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:13:00.754+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sardar &amp; interview</title><content type='html'>A Sardar on an interview for the post of Detective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer : Who killed Gandhi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar : Thank you Sir for  giving me the  job, I will start investigating...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-5254957418524863818?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/5254957418524863818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=5254957418524863818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/5254957418524863818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/5254957418524863818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/07/sardar-interview.html' title='Sardar &amp; interview'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-2043408419129198984</id><published>2009-07-26T23:12:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:12:00.427+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><title type='text'>confidence and confidential</title><content type='html'>Sons asks difference between confidence and confidential&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad says, you are my son, I'm confident. Your friend is also my son, that's confidential!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-2043408419129198984?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/2043408419129198984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=2043408419129198984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/2043408419129198984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/2043408419129198984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/07/confidence-and-confidential.html' title='confidence and confidential'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-7316976224723193331</id><published>2009-07-25T23:12:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:12:00.866+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is it called a TV set when theres only one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29550911-7316976224723193331?l=funnyclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/feeds/7316976224723193331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29550911&amp;postID=7316976224723193331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/7316976224723193331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29550911/posts/default/7316976224723193331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnyclick.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-is-it-called-tv-set-when-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009818461545353112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbLxhA6UsCA/RwHVwXD6paI/AAAAAAAABY8/c_uzHeiVIVQ/s400/srini.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29550911.post-57422201545798377</id><published>2009-07-24T23:11:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:11:00.492+06:00</updated><title type='text'>speed of light</title><content type='html'>If you're traveling at the speed of light and you turn your headlights on, what happens? 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