Perfect Partener !!!
20 Oct 2008 Leave a Comment
in phylosophy, Story And Poems
“How long you’ll take to marry..you are already 32 my dear”
“Oh dad ! I think I should wait for some more time ,you know I am looking for a PERFECT PARTENER, a one hundred percent perfect one!!!”Mohan,executive in an MNC,replied.
thirty years later…….
“You are still single Mohan… couldn’t you manage to find a single hundred percent perfect partener in last years??”father asked when he was about to die.
“I found one dad………..But…..”
“but what???”"
“She was looking for a hundred percent perfect partener…and she thought I wasn’t “
How Old He Is ??
20 Oct 2008 1 Comment
in phylosophy, Story Tags: age-of-god, god
“Dear Mom , I am going outside for searching God ! Please don’t worry about me .. I’ll be back as soon as I find HIM “ . 12 year old boy,greatly inspired by Vivekanand’s stories , Put the letter in drawer,packed enough biscuits and water bottle with him and left the home early morning.
He wandered here and there with his visionary hope until he saw a old woman sitting on a bench in a barren garden.The woman was looking very week and hungry,moaning for an hour or two.He sat beside her and after observing her for a bit,suddenly offered her a biscuit.The Old Woman grabbed at once, and smiled to the boy.The boy felt very happy and offered another one.After offering the last drop of water,the boy left the place,way back to home.
“Mom I met God Today ,HE is around 70 yrs old and smiles very cutely” Boy exclaimed loudly before pressing the door bell.
Mom Laughed and promised not to punish him,if he promise not to do didos next time.
The Old Women entered her hut in a slum,called her daughter for a glass of water,and whispered with confusion in mind
“I met The God today,But HE is very young than my expectations and believes in whole life”
source : don’t know.Knew this story for a long time.
Some Thoughts for men !!!!
10 Mar 2008 1 Comment
in Uncategorized Tags: men, thoughts
Thought 1
When we are born, our mothers get the compliments and the flowers.
When we are married, our brides get the presents and the publicity.
When we die, our widows get the life insurance.
What do women want to be liberated from?
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Thought 2
The average man’s life consists of :
Twenty years of having his mother ask him where he is going,
Forty years of having his wife ask the same question;
and at the end, the mourners wondering too.
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Thought3
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 some thing in his hand.
Everyone in the room was wondering what was given to the father by the bride.
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 “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.”
The whole audience including priest started laughing………. but not the poor groom!!
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This is the best!!!
Thought 4
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.”
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.”
The man did as he was instructed, just as a car
came careening around the corner, barely missing him.
The man asked. “Who are you?”
“I am your guardian angel,” the voice answered.
“Oh, yeah?” the man asked “And where the hell were you when I got married?”
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