Happy Diwali 2009

Doubt is like darkness, trust is like light.
There is no way to destroy light by throwing darkness on it.
Darkness has never been able to destroy the small flame of a very small candle,
The whole darkness of the existence is impotent before a small candle.

so come together and enjoy the festival of light…

Wish you all a very happy Diwali!

Along the way, they passed a horse. The ventriloquist said to the farmer, ”Is this your horse?” The farmer replied, ”Yep.” The ventriloquist asked, ”Can he talk?” The farmer said, ”Nope.” The ventriloquist then said to the horse, ”So, how do you like it here?” He then threw his voice, and said in a horse-like voice, ”Oh, it’s pretty good. Every morning the farmer feeds me oats.” Upon hearing this the farmer was startled and quickened his pace.

Soon they came to a cow. The ventriloquist asked, ”Is this your cow,” and the farmer replied, ”Yep.” He then asked, ”Does it talk,” and the farmer replied, ”I… I don’t think so.” The ventriloquist asked the cow, ”How do you like it here,” and threw his voice again. In a cow-like voice, he said, ”Oh, I like it just fine. Every morning the farmer comes and milks me.” Upon hearing this, the farmer squirmed. He looked down at the ground and continued walking.

Soon they came to some sheep. The ventriloquist asked, ”Are these your sheep,” and the farmer replied, ”Yep.” He then asked, ”Do they talk,” and the farmer exclaimed, ”Yes, but they lie!”

Happy Independence Day 2009

They started a march, for truth, for peace, for freedom, for right,
to bring us freedom, not just from the british
but freedom of the thoughts.

True independence and freedom
can only exist in doing what’s right.

Jai Hind!

Put eight monkeys in a room. In the middle of the room is a ladder, leading to a bunch of bananas hanging from a hook on the ceiling.

Each time a monkey tries to climb the ladder, all the monkeys are sprayed with ice water, which makes them miserable. Soon enough, whenever a monkey attempts to climb the ladder, all of the other monkeys, not wanting to be sprayed, set upon him and beat him up. Soon, none of the eight monkeys ever attempts to climb the ladder.

One of the original monkeys is then removed, and a new monkey is put in the room. Seeing the bananas and the ladder, he wonders why none of the other monkeys are doing the obvious. But undaunted, he immediately begins to climb the ladder.

All the other monkeys fall upon him and beat him silly. He has no idea why.

However, he no longer attempts to climb the ladder.

A second original monkey is removed and replaced. The newcomer again attempts to climb the ladder, but all the other monkeys hammer the crap out of him.

This includes the previous new monkey, who, grateful that he’s not on the receiving end this time, participates in the beating because all the other monkeys are doing it. However, he has no idea why he’s attacking the new monkey.

One by one, all the original monkeys are replaced. Eight new monkeys are now in the room. None of them have ever been sprayed by ice water. None of them attempt to climb the ladder. All of them will enthusiastically beat up any new monkey who tries, without having any idea why.

And that is how most companies’ policies get established.

They bought five $1 tickets each, seeing it was for charity.

The following week, when the raffle was drawn, they each won a prize.

Tom won the first prize - a whole year’s supply of gourmet spaghetti sauce.

Dick was the winner of the second prize - six month’s supply of gourmet coffee.

And Harry won the sixth prize - a toilet brush.

When they met in the pub a week later, Harry asked the others how they were enjoying their prizes.

“Great,” said Tom. “I love spaghetti.”

“And I’m loving the coffee,” said Dick. “So how’s the toilet brush, Harry?”

“Not so good,” Harry said, “I reckon I’ll go back to paper…”

He also loved the third wife very much. He was very proud of her and always wanted to show her off to his friends. However, the merchant was always in great fear that she might run away with some other men.

He too, loved his second wife. She was a very considerate person, always patient and in fact was the merchant’s confidante. Whenever the merchant faced some problems, he always turned to his second wife and she would always help him out and tide him through difficult times.

Now, the merchant’s first wife was a very loyal partner and has made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and business as well as taking care of the household. However, the merchant did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her.

One day, the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was going to die soon. He thought of his luxurious life and told himself, “Now I have four wives with me. But when I die, I’ll be alone. How lonely I’ll be!”

Thus, he asked the fourth wife, “I loved you most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I’m dying, will you follow me and keep me company?” “No way!” replied the fourth wife and she walked away without another word. The answer cut like a sharp knife right into the merchant’s heart.

The sad merchant then asked the third wife, “I have loved you so much for all my life. Now that I’m dying, will you follow me and keep me company?” “No!” replied the third wife. “Life is so good over here! I’m going to remarry when you die!” The merchant’s heart sank and turned cold.

He then asked the second wife, “I always turned to you for help and you’ve always helped me out. Now I need your help again. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?” “I’m sorry, I can’t help you out this time!” replied the second wife. “At the very most, I can only send you to your grave.” The answer came like a bolt of thunder and the merchant was devastated.

Then a voice called out: “I’ll live with you. I’ll follow you no matter where you go.”

The merchant looked up and there was his first wife. She was so skinny, almost like she suffered from malnutrition. Greatly grieved, the merchant said, “I should have taken much better care of you while I could have!”

Actually, we all have four wives in our lives.

The fourth wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it’ll leaves us when we die.

Our third wife are our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, they all go to others.

The second wife is our family and friends. No matter how close they had been there for us when we’re alive, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the  grave.

The first wife is in fact our soul, often neglected in our pursuit of material, wealth and sensual pleasure. Guess what? It is actually the only thing that follows us wherever we go. Perhaps it’s a good idea to cultivate and strengthen it now rather than to wait until we’re on our deathbed to lament.

Lets hope the best for the ones in love,

If it’s genuine its planned in heaven above.

Now for your beloved here are some greetings

more after the break

Just click on the images to see a bigger version

As usual Cupid had a problem with me this year too

Now what to do? God has got some major plans for me

Need a personalised one?? Dont hesistate, just shoot a comment or mail me and I assure you that You’ll get one with your name.

Disclaimer: These images are not mine and if you are the owner of any of these and want me take down then contact me with proper proof of ownership and I’ll do so.

Last years Valentine Greetings

11th grade:-
The phone rang. On the other end,
it was her. She was in tears,
mumbling on and on about how
her love had broke her heart.
She asked me to come over
because she didn’t want to be alone, So I did.
As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her
soft eyes, wishing she was mine.
After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie,
and three bags of chips,
she decided to go home.
She looked at me, said ‘thanks’
and gave me a kiss on the cheek..
I want to tell her, I want her to know that
I don’t want to be just friends,
I love her but I’m just too shy,
and I don’t know why.

Senior year:-

One fine day she walked to my locker.
“My date is sick” she said,
“hes not gonna go” well,
I didn’t have a date, and in 7th grade,
we made a promise that
if neither of us had dates,
we would go together just as ‘best friends’.
So we did.
That night, after everything was over,
I was standing at her front door step.
I stared at her as She smiled at me
and stared at me with her crystal eyes.
Then she said- “I had the best time, thanks!”
and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her, I want her to know
that I don’t want to be just friends,
I love her but I’m just too shy,
and I don’t know why.

Graduation:-

A day passed, then a week, then a month.
Before I could blink, it was graduation day.
I watched as her perfect body
floated like an angel
up on stage to get her diploma.
I wanted her to be mine-but
she didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it.
Before everyone went home,
she came to me in her smock and hat,
and cried as I hugged her.
Then she lifted her head from my shoulder
and said- ‘you’re my best friend,
thanks’ and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her, I want her to know
that I don’t want to be just friends,
I love her but I’m just too shy,
and I don’t know why.

Marriage:-

Now I sit in the pews of the church.
That girl is getting married now.
and drive off to her new life,
married to another man.
I wanted her to be mine,
but she didn’t see me like that,
and I knew it.
But before she drove away,
she came to me and said ‘you came !’.
She said ‘thanks’ and kissed me on the cheek.
I want to tell her, I want her to know
that I don’t want to be just friends,
I love her but I’m just too shy,
and I don’t know why.

Death:-

Years passed, I looked down at the coffin
of a girl who used to be my ‘best friend’.
At the service, they read a diary entry
she had wrote in her high school years.

This is what it read:

‘I stare at him wishing he was mine,
but he doesn’t notice me like that,
and I know it.
I want to tell him,
I want him to know that
I don’t want to be just friends,
I love him but I’m just too shy,
and I don’t know why.
I wish he would tell me he loved me !

……’I wish I did too…’

I thought to my self, and I cried.