<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of priyanshu</title><link>http://phenominal.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of priyanshu</description><language>en-us</language><item><title>This time i do need ur help...</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">( i wrote few lines two month back..yea i m trying my hands in poetry too. but  as i never wrote any poem before so after  those lines i felt lack of words ..so plz read it n suggest me few more things/words to complete it..)</SPAN></I></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"></SPAN></I> </P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"></SPAN></I> </P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">I am not sure about my taste ,<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>whenever I see a girl its new.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR>I like many but from whom<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I can choose 'The One' are few.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR>I found the sweetest person ,<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>when I met you.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR>I pretended to be normal <o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">but for me, the feeling was new .<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR>I realized its not only me <o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">who found his 'dream girl' in you<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR>Suddenly I found myself<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>in the world's longest queue..</SPAN></I></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"></SPAN></I> </P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"></SPAN></I> </P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"></SPAN></I> </P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt"><FONT color=#330033><SPAN>* i m inspired by many ilanders so words can be similer.. n its not a co-incidence..i proud to be inspired by u ppl)<o:p></o:p></SPAN></FONT></P><BR><P> </P>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 12:20:30 +0530</pubDate><link>http://phenominal.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/08/12/This-time-i-do-need-ur-help.html</link></item><item><title>I Need ur advice</title><description><![CDATA[<P><FONT color=#3366ff><EM><FONT size=5>All ilanders,<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></FONT></EM></FONT></P><P><FONT color=#3366ff><EM><FONT size=5>Friends , i really need <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">ur</st1:place></st1:City> help ..you saw that i m not writing anything for many days..there is a big reason behind that..i dont know wether this is the right place to discuss or not  ..but as u all r my friends so i decided i must share it wid u .<o:p></o:p></FONT></EM></FONT></P><P><FONT color=#3366ff><EM><FONT size=5>i just switched to Vodafone..  n  i have not distributed d new no. to all my friends yet.. but some how (i dont know may be from call center or anywhere else..) a girl got my no. she started to irritate me .whenever i try to make call to any of my friends.. she takes the line n starts to talk wid me....i never do anything what she asks me to do . even then she is not stopping all this shit..i really dont know what to do ..shall i go to police or go to court??.. i m really very disappointed these days b'coz of that..<o:p></o:p></FONT></EM></FONT></P><P><FONT color=#3366ff size=5><EM>i told this matter to a few of my friends n they all started to investigate(actually interrogate) from me all that silly things dat how she sounds ..what exactly she says on phone....they all burst wid laugh ..when i told them what that girl says ..</EM></FONT></P><P><FONT color=#3366ff size=5><EM>..</EM></FONT></P><P><FONT color=#3366ff size=5><EM>.</EM></FONT></P><P><FONT color=#3366ff size=5><EM>..</EM></FONT></P><P><FONT color=#3366ff size=5><EM>..</EM></FONT></P><P><FONT color=#3366ff size=5><EM>..</EM></FONT></P><P><FONT color=#3366ff size=5><EM>..</EM></FONT></P><P><FONT color=#3366ff size=5><EM>.</EM></FONT></P><P><o:p><FONT color=#3366ff size=5><EM> </EM></FONT></o:p></P><P><FONT color=#3366ff><EM><FONT size=5>"you have insufficient balance .recharge your account immediately for uninterrupted service"<o:p></o:p></FONT></EM></FONT></P><P> </P>]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2008 11:59:25 +0530</pubDate><link>http://phenominal.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/08/02/I-Need-ur-advice-1.html</link></item><item><title>Innovative Inventions</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><FONT color=#000000><SPAN><STRONG>Innovative Inventions <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></STRONG></SPAN></FONT></P><P><SPAN style="COLOR: red"><FONT color=#000000><STRONG>The Inventions planned by Prof.  'Apna' Pande <o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></SPAN></P><P><SPAN style="COLOR: red"><FONT color=#000000><STRONG>1. Water-proof towel <o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></SPAN></P><P><SPAN style="COLOR: red"><FONT color=#000000><STRONG>2. Solar powered flashlight <o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></SPAN></P><P><SPAN style="COLOR: red"><FONT color=#000000><STRONG>3. Submarine screen door <o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></SPAN></P><P><SPAN style="COLOR: red"><FONT color=#000000><STRONG>4. A book on how to read <o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></SPAN></P><P><SPAN style="COLOR: red"><FONT color=#000000><STRONG>5. Inflatable dart board <o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></SPAN></P><P><SPAN style="COLOR: red"><FONT color=#000000><STRONG>6. A dictionary index <o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></SPAN></P><P><SPAN style="COLOR: red"><FONT color=#000000><STRONG>7. Ejector seat in a helicopter <o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></SPAN></P><P><SPAN style="COLOR: red"><FONT color=#000000><STRONG>8. Powdered water <o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></SPAN></P><P><SPAN style="COLOR: red"><FONT color=#000000><STRONG>9. Pande's Pedal-Powered wheel chair (P3 wheel chair)<o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></SPAN></P><P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt"><SPAN style="COLOR: red"><FONT color=#000000><STRONG>10. Water-proof tea bag </STRONG></FONT></SPAN></P><P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt"><SPAN style="COLOR: red"><FONT color=#000000><STRONG>11. fixed Laptop</STRONG></FONT></SPAN></P>]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 15:31:48 +0530</pubDate><link>http://phenominal.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/11/Innovative-Inventions-1.html</link></item><item><title>Interview of a Santa Singh</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 12pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center; mso-margin-top-alt: auto" align=center><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">Interview of a Sardar</SPAN></B></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt">Santa Singh</SPAN></B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> is called for an interview in some firm. He lands there on time. He is immediately hauled inside in front of the interviewing officer. Officer looks at </SPAN><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt">Santa singh</SPAN></B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> Then goes thru his certificates and then starts asking him questions.</SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">Following is the transcript :</SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">O : </SPAN><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt">Mr. Santa Singh</SPAN></B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">, after seeing your qualifications &amp; credentials I would like to ask you only some simple questions. If you can answer those then you are selected. First we will start with some opposites<BR>S : Yes Sir.</SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">Officer started asking questions</SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt">O : Above</SPAN></B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><BR>S : Below</SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt">O : Front</SPAN></B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><BR>S : Back</SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt">O : Left</SPAN></B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><BR>S : Right</SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt">O : Male</SPAN></B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><BR>S : Female</SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt">O : Ugly</SPAN></B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> (means Next in Punjabi)<BR>S : Pichhly (means Previous in Punjabi)</SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt">O : Ugly...U-G-L-Y</SPAN></B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">( Officer spells it)<BR>S : Pichhly...P-I-C-H-H-L-Y( Our sardar also spells it)</SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt">O : U.....G.....L ...... Y.....</SPAN></B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">(Officer shouts)<BR>S : P ..... I ..... C ..... H ....... H ...... L ..... Y......(Our sardar also shouts)</SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">#Officer is now angry.</SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt">O : Get out</SPAN></B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><BR>S : Come in.</SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt">O : Quiet please.</SPAN></B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><BR>S : Talk please.</SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt">O : You are rejected.</SPAN></B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><BR>S : I am selected ........ ....... and This is how Santa Singh gothis job.</SPAN></P>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 11:12:35 +0530</pubDate><link>http://phenominal.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/03/Interview-of-a-Santa-Singh.html</link></item><item><title>Every One knows Me</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" align=center><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"></SPAN></B> </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 12pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center; mso-margin-top-alt: auto" align=center><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">Santa was bragging to his boss one day, "You know, I know everyone there is to know. <BR><BR>Just name someone, anyone, and I know them."<BR><BR>Tired of his boasting, his boss called him bluff, "OK, Santa how about Tom Cruise?"<BR><BR>"Sure, yes, Tom and I are old friends, and I can prove it." <BR><BR>So Santa and boss fly out to <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Hollywood</st1:place></st1:City> and knock on Tom Cruises door, and sure enough, Tom Cruise, shouts, "Santa! Great to see you! You and your friend come right in and join me for lunch!" Although impressed, Santas boss is still skeptical. <BR><BR>After they leave Cruises house, he tells Santa that he thinks his knowing Cruise was just lucky. <BR><BR>"No, no, just name anyone else," Santa says. "President Bush," his boss quickly retorts. <BR><BR>"Yes, I know him, lets fly out to <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:State w:st="on">Washington</st1:State></st1:place>." And off they go. <BR><BR>At the White House, George W. spots Santa on the tour and motions him and his boss over, saying, "Santa, what a surprise, I was just on my way to a meeting, but you and your friend come on in and lets have a cup of coffee first and catch up." <BR><BR>Well, the boss is very shaken by now, but still not totally convinced. After they leave the White house grounds, he expresses his doubts to Santa, who again implores him to name anyone else. "The Pope," his boss replies. <BR><BR>"Sure!" says Santa. "My folks are from <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Poland</st1:place></st1:country-region>, and Ive known the Pope a long time." <BR><BR>So off they fly to <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rome</st1:place></st1:City>. Santa and his boss are assembled with the masses in <st1:Street w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on">Vatican Square</st1:address></st1:Street> when Santa says, "This will never work. I cant catch the Popes eye among all these people. Tell you what, I know all the guards so let me just go upstairs and <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:State w:st="on">Ill</st1:State></st1:place> come out on the balcony with the Pope." <BR><BR>And Santa disappears into the crowd headed toward the <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Vatican</st1:place></st1:country-region>. Sure enough, half an hour later Santa emerges with the Pope on the balcony. <BR><BR>By the time Santa returns, he finds that his boss has had a heart attack and is surrounded by paramedics. <BR><BR>Working his way to his boss side, Santa asks, "What happened?" <BR><BR>His boss looks up and says, "I was doing fine until you and the Pope came out on the balcony and the man next to me said, "Whos that on the balcony with Santa Singh?" <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 11:03:49 +0530</pubDate><link>http://phenominal.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/03/Every-One-knows-Me-1.html</link></item><item><title>Banta in Paris</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" align=center><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt">Banta in <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Paris</st1:place></st1:City> </SPAN></B></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" align=center><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">Banta Singh was a business graduate, and had been out of school for several years. <BR><BR>He had established a furniture store and was doing quite well. <BR><BR>He decided to expand the lines he carried by adding some expensive French furniture he knew no one else in town carried. <BR><BR>He scheduled a buying trip to <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">France</st1:place></st1:country-region>. <BR><BR>Bantas first day in <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Paris</st1:place></st1:City> was very successful and he found a number of pieces he thought he could profitably sell back home. <BR><BR>After the arrangements were made to begin shipping this furniture home, he decided to celebrate with a glass of wine in a small sidewalk cafe. <BR><BR>The place was jammed, but he managed to find an empty table. <BR><BR>Just about the time his wine arrived, a beautiful girl came by and motioned to the empty chair at his table with a questioning look on her face. <BR><BR>He assumed she wanted to sit with him and nodded his head "yes." The girl sat down with him. <BR><BR>The girl tried to talk to him, but, alas, he understood not one word of French. <BR><BR>He tried to talk to her, but, alas, she understood not one word of Punjabi. <BR><BR>He had an idea. He took a napkin and drew a wine glass and a question mark. She nodded her head "yes." They sat quietly enjoying their wine. <BR><BR>When it was just about finished, Banta realized it was nearly time for dinner. He took another napkin and drew a picture of two people at a table eating dinner. <BR><BR>She nodded her head "yes" and took him by the hand. She led him down the street to a very nice restaurant. They went in. <BR><BR>The girl spoke with the head waiter and they were seated in a quiet corner where they could hear the band playing and see the dance floor. <BR><BR>Banta could not read the menu since it was in French, so he allowed the girl to order for him. <BR><BR>The food was excellent and the couple thoroughly enjoyed it. <BR><BR>After dinner, Banta took a napkin and drew a picture of a couple dancing. <BR><BR>She nodded her head "yes" and they danced to every song the band played, whether fast or slow. <BR><BR>When the band quit playing and began to pack away their instruments,the couple returned to their table. <BR><BR>The girl took a napkin and reached for Bantas pen.He handed it to her and she drew a picture of a four poster bed..........!<BR><BR>Banta is still wondering to this day how she knew he was in the furniture business<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 10:51:07 +0530</pubDate><link>http://phenominal.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/03/Banta-in-Paris-1.html</link></item><item><title>Bond James Bond</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><FONT color=#000000><SPAN><STRONG><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></STRONG></SPAN></FONT> </P><P><SPAN style="COLOR: red"><FONT color=#000000><STRONG>A policeman was interrogating 3 SARDARS who were training to become detectives. To test their skills in recognizing a suspect, he shows the first SARDAR a picture for 5 seconds and then hides it. "This is your suspect, how would you recognize him?" <o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></SPAN></P><P><SPAN style="COLOR: red"><FONT color=#000000><STRONG>The first SARDAR answers, "That's easy, we'll catch him fast because he only has one eye!" The policeman says, "Well...uh...that's because the picture I showed is his side profile." <o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></SPAN></P><P><SPAN style="COLOR: red"><FONT color=#000000><STRONG>Slightly flustered by this ridiculous response, he flashes the picture for 5 seconds at the second SARDAR and asks his, "This is your suspect, how would you recognize him?" <o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></SPAN></P><P><SPAN style="COLOR: red"><FONT color=#000000><STRONG>The second SARDAR smiles n said "Ha! He'd be too easy to catch because he only has one ear!" <o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></SPAN></P><P><SPAN style="COLOR: red"><FONT color=#000000><STRONG>The policeman angrily responds, "What's the matter with you two?? Ofcourse only one eye and one ear are showing because it's a picture of his side profile! Is that the best answer you can come up with?" <o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></SPAN></P><P><SPAN style="COLOR: red"><FONT color=#000000><STRONG>Extremely frustrated at this point, he shows the picture to the third SARDAR and in a very testy voice asks, "This is your suspect, how would you recognize him? He quickly adds, "Think hard before giving me a stupid answer." <o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></SPAN></P><P><SPAN style="COLOR: red"><FONT color=#000000><STRONG>The SARDAR looks at the picture intently for a moment and says, "The suspect wears contact lenses." <o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></SPAN></P><P><SPAN style="COLOR: red"><FONT color=#000000><STRONG>The policeman is surprised and speechless because he really doesn't know himself if the suspect wears contacts or not. "Well, that's an interesting answer. Wait here for a few minutes while I check his file and I'll get back to you on that." He leaves the room and goes to his office, checks the suspect's file in his computer, and comes back with a beaming smile on his face. <o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></SPAN></P><P><SPAN style="COLOR: red"><FONT color=#000000><STRONG>"Wow! I can't believe it. It's TRUE! The suspect does in fact wear contact lenses. Good work! How were you able to make such an astute observation?" <o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></SPAN></P><P><SPAN style="COLOR: red"><FONT color=#000000><STRONG>"That's easy," the SARDAR replied. "He can't wear regular glasses because he only has one eye and one ear." <o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></SPAN></P>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 10:45:15 +0530</pubDate><link>http://phenominal.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/03/Bond-James-Bond.html</link></item><item><title>Medical Exam</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><SPAN style="COLOR: red"></SPAN> </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><SPAN style="COLOR: red"></SPAN> </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><SPAN style="COLOR: red">Once Santa Singh applied to a medical school - needless to say he never made it <BR>Because These are the answers he gave: <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P><SPAN style="COLOR: red">Antibody - against everyone<BR>Artery - the study of fine paintings<BR>Bacteria - back door to a cafeteria<BR>Benign - what you be after you be eight<BR>Bowel - letters like a,e,i,o,u<BR>Caesarian Section - a district in Rome<BR>Cardiology - advanced study of Poker playing<BR>Cat Scan - searching for lost kitty<BR>Chronic - neck of a crow<BR>Coma - punctuation mark<BR>Cortisone - area around local court<BR>Cyst - short for sister<BR>Diagnosis - person with slanted nose<BR>Dilate - the late British Princess Diana<BR>Dislocation - in this place<BR>Duodenum - couple in blue jeans<BR>&gt;Enema - not a friend<BR>False Labor - pretending to work<BR>Genes - blue denim<BR>Groin - to mash to a pulp / smile<BR>Hernia - she is close by<BR>Hymen - greeting to several males<BR>Impotent - distinguished / well-known<BR>Labor Pain - hurt at work<BR>Lactose - people without feet<BR>Lymph - walk unsteadily<BR>Menopause - = I no wait<BR>Microbes - small dressing gowns<BR>Obesity - City of Obe<BR>Pacemaker - winner of Nobel Peace Prize<BR>Protein - in favor of teens<BR>Pulse - grain<BR>Pus - small cat<BR>Red Blood Count - Dracula<BR>Rupture - Ecstasy<BR>Secretion - hiding anything<BR>Subcutaneous - not cute enough<BR>Suture - Gujrati for "what do you want"<BR>Tablet - small table<BR>Tumor - extra pair<BR>Ultrasound - radical noise<BR>Urine - opposite of you're out<BR>Varicose - very close<BR>Vas Deferens - extremely different<BR>Vein - at what time?<BR>Vitreous Humor - both witty &amp; fun<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 10:43:04 +0530</pubDate><link>http://phenominal.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/03/Medical-Exam.html</link></item><item><title>More fun</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><FONT color=#000000><SPAN><STRONG>DEATH NOTE <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></STRONG></SPAN></FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt"><SPAN style="COLOR: red"><FONT color=#000000><STRONG>Santa Singh was in the hospital, near death, so the family sent for his friend Banta. As Banta singh stood beside the bed, Santa Singh's frail condition grew worse, and he motioned frantically for something to write on. Banta singh lovingly handed him a pen and piece of paper, and Santa used his last ounce of strength to scribble a note. Then he died. Banta singh thought it best not to look at the note just then, so he slipped it into his jacket pocket. <o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></SPAN></P><P><SPAN style="COLOR: red"><FONT color=#000000><STRONG>Several days later, at the funeral, Banta singh was visting Santa's family. He realized that he was wearing the same jacket that he'd worn the day Santa died. "You know," he said, "Santa handed me a note just before he died. I haven't read it, but knowing Santa, I'm sure there's a word of inspiration there for us all." <o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></SPAN></P><P><SPAN style="COLOR: red"><FONT color=#000000><STRONG>He unfolded the note and read aloud, "You're standing on my oxygen tube!" <o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><FONT color=#000000><SPAN><STRONG>THE MIRROR <o:p></o:p></STRONG></SPAN></FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt"><SPAN style="COLOR: red"><FONT color=#000000><STRONG>A sardar is traveling via train. On his way, he feels the urge to go to the bathroom. So he goes and opens the bathroom door, which happens to have a mirror in the front. The sardar thinks there is another sardar bhaiwaal in there, quickly shuts the door and returns to his seat. Five minutes later he goes again, only to find the same sardar bhaiwaal. An hour passes away, he's made 20 trips to the bathroom, only to find that the same person is still there. So he finally gets ticked off, goes to the last compartment and tells the TC (Ticket Checker) what's been going on. The TC, who also happens to be a sardar, feels bad for him and promises to throw the bum out. The TC walks down to the compartment with the troubled bathroom to get the resident bhaiwaal out. <o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></SPAN></P><P><SPAN style="COLOR: red"><FONT color=#000000><STRONG>Few minutes later the TC comes back and tell the sardar "I'm sorry, I can't do anything. The guy in there is a railway staff member". <o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></SPAN></P>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 10:39:09 +0530</pubDate><link>http://phenominal.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/03/More-fun-1.html</link></item><item><title>Height of Revenge</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><SPAN><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN> </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt"><SPAN style="COLOR: red"><FONT color=#000000>Talking about those days when there were no mosquito repellents and we had to spend sleepless nights. Sardarji was also experiencing the same every time he tries to sleep, one mosquito comes and disturbs his sleep with a sound "guooonn, guooonn." <o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P><P><SPAN style="COLOR: red"><FONT color=#000000>He gets very irritated. He tries to cover his ear but the problem remains persistent. Ultimately he gets up and catches the mosquito in his hand.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P><P><SPAN style="COLOR: red"><FONT color=#000000>He is very kind and not for the blood shed but still wanted to take revenge. Happy as he is now starts singing a lullaby and says "so ja machchar, bete so ja" (sleep mosquito, son sleep). After some time he finds the mosquito falling into deep sleep in his hands. So he goes near it and says "Guoooonnnnn, guoooonnnnn."<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 10:37:03 +0530</pubDate><link>http://phenominal.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/03/Height-of-Revenge-1.html</link></item></channel></rss>