j'aucun undestand

u are given a bouquet ( be it a special special person ) would u wait for flowers to wizened , lose it charm .. so that u can preserve, lock it inside and write a note in ur diary !!??

I hate listening to

be responsible
take responsiblity
be sensitive
save money
what do u want to be

Humor

A memo to all Indians in Microsoft....This is one extremely funny (and VULGAR).
MEMO TO INDIAN STAFF
In view of the large number of Indians working in the USA, UK and Many other countries with White People, it has become important for Human Resources Directors to issue directives to their Indian staff. The following is an ACTUAL internal memo from the Human Resources Director of Microsoft.
To all Hindi-speaking staff
It has been brought to our attention by several officials visiting our corporate headquarters that offensive language is commonly Used by our Hindi-speaking staff. Such behavior, in addition to violating our policy, is highly unprofessional and offensive to both visitors and colleagues. Staff will IMMEDIATELY adhere to the following rules:
Words like "CHUTIYA, GANDU" and other such expressions will not be used for emphasis, no matter how heated the discussion. You will not say "CHUTIYE AKKAL NAHI HAI KYA TEREKO" when someone makes a mistake, or "MADAR CHOD BHENCHOD" when a major mistake has been made. All forms derived from the verb "CHOD" are inappropriate in our environment. No project manager, section head or administrator, under any circumstances,will be referred to as "GADHA", or "CHUTIYA". Lack of determination will not be referred to as "KAAMCHOR SALA", and neither will persons who lack initiative be referred to as "AALSI BHOSADIKAA", or "MADARCHOD". Unusual or creative ideas from your superiors are not to be referred to as "---- ALL". Do not say "GAND FADU" if a person is persistent, or if a task is heavy to accomplish. In a similar way, do not use "GAND FATI NA", if a colleague is going through a difficult situation. Furthermore, you must not say "BHOSADE MEIN GAYA" when matters become complicated. When asking someone to leave you alone, you must not say "---- OFF".
Do not ever substitute 'May I help you?' with "BOL TERI KAISE GAND MARUU"? When things get tough, an acceptable expression such as 'We are going through a difficult time' should be used, rather than "MAA CHUDI PADI HAI" or "GOTI MUH MEIN HAI" No salary increase shall be ever referred to as "KHAIRAAT BAATI HAI". Under no circumstances should you call our elderly corporate partners "BUDDA KHOOSAT".
Last, but not least, after reading this memo, please do not say "YE KAGAJ GAND PONCHNE KE LAAYAK BHI NAHI HAI". Just keep it clean and dispose off it properly. We hope you will keep these directions in mind.

Sincerely,
Steve Rider - Human Resources Director
Microsoft Corporation Inc.
Tel : 555-123-4567 www.microsoft.com
http://www.microsoft.com

you know what !!

CD recieves a cheque for Rs 17 /= Only from LIC india. he be wondering what to do . 1. tear it 2. deposit it somebody help him :)

Haffy Mom

me went temple(s) ... Mom happy ... me cleansed.. some more sins to continue.....

verbocrescendo

verbocrescendo

What Say !!!

Subbu: groping for light in the tunnel

Generally NO Knowledge:

Topic:
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Know ur city..

1. 3 seasons in Chennai (Madras) ?
Hot , Hotter, Hottest

2. Describe Chennai.
Fuckn HOTTTTTTTTT

D3

i am gonna miss ... HER
cant imagine 1 years just passed by, and SHE will never be mine.
what fun we had,
what a stress buster SHE had been,
she will always remain close to me ..


adois

D3 Krishna Manor Apts

Coffee

he : in pantry trying to fill cup of coffee
she: hi
he: hello
she: leaves
she: comes back
she: can i suggest u something !!
he : sure .... (pause)
she: this coffee machine suckx, u can try the one on other side, its good.
he: where ??
she : details
he : :) okie .. will do that
she : leaves
he: LOSER

The Multiple Intelligences Test

KP, you're smartest when it comes to visual/spatial intelligence Others may take their environments for granted but not you. Because of your visual/spatial intelligence you really see the world around you. This strength often helps you better appreciate the beauty and detail in everyday things. From shapes in nature to the structure of a fine automobile, a countless variety of things hold your interest. Having this particular kind of heightened awareness can allow you to form accurate mental images of existing places and objects. In extreme cases, one might call this strength a photographic memory. Being visually/spatially intelligent also means that you likely have a vivid imagination that can be put to use in a variety of creative or professional endeavors.

Your element is Wind. You are the guy/girl that is unpredictable. No one knows what you're going to do next and what you're in the mood for. Studying is not your thing and you would rather go to a party than stay home. Life is just for fun and you need to be free to live according to you. You waste no time on lies, if you feel or think one thing you say it even if it hurts. Of course, people may be quite upset but that doesn't really bother you. Its not that you don't care, because you do, but in these situations it's a waste of time. You live up in the clouds and are quite a dreamer about life. People often consider you beautiful, but harsh and they would think twice before getting to know you. But once they do, they'll learn that you are always willing to take yourself and your friends on adventures. Never will it be a boring time with you and your friends appreciate that. You are not often seen sad, but you have your times. If someone has been mean to you, you can quite easily trash-talk them for betraying you. Nevertheless, you are most of the time a good spirit who just want to have some fun. Rate and message! What is your element? brought to you by Quizilla

- OH

Beer

Perhaps the most simple of alcholic drinks. You tend to be liked by most people and you're friendly. Sometimes you make people do things they really shouldn't - but its all in the name of harmless fun. You tend to stick to the norms, and just get by in life. You have a relaxed nature.
?? Which Alcoholic Drink Are You ??
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Which Of The Seven Deadly Sins Are You ?

You are Sloth!Lazy huh ?? You're a bit slow in getting going -
and tend not to do anything unless it is
absolutely necessary. You'd rather sit around,
watch TV/Sleep then go out and about with
friends, or take part in a sporting event. On
the positive side, you tend to be quite smart,
as you spend a lot of time watching the News
(!!) or on the computer, Also by conserving
your energy, it's right there waiting for you
when it's vitally important to get going.Consider possibly moving out of the room once in a
while - and perhaps once a week trade watching
TV for half an hour with a walk - and you'll be
back on track.However, Congratulations on being the most
intelligent of the 7 deadly sins...

?? Which Of The Seven Deadly Sins Are You ??

Mangalore 

SMS

Hey.. by the way... R u so Mindfuck'd ?... u'r blog is so full of negative outpour

tadakdish

try to comprehend.. failed
u lost weight take care ... understandable
move ur body.... hmmm
spinz happened .. kick-ass
me drunk !! ?? ... i am loving it
i know ... realized
why hand me Oscar.... best performance in a Character role :)
i am sorry ... naahh
i am thirsty .. gulp
three to tango... loved it
threesome ... escapade
need something to drink... awesome
save me.... desperate
got a tatto ... not with a cigarette asshole

Hopefully - The END

i wake up "oh fuck !!!" i go to sleep "oh fuck !!!"

Yo-Yo – Alex I. Conway

A spear of hurt and pain streaked through my being. I sat down on the kerb and sobbed, my head a dead weight between my arms. Warm bitter tears wet my sweatshirt burning a path. A passerby slaps me on my back and says something cheering I guess. Francesca’s betrayal was the last straw in the late decline of my life. All those wonderful movements we had shared together during our loving and passionate romance through our years together at college was marred by the sight of her kissing a man at the café. Francesca had been an exchange student at my university. The moment we locked eyes, we both knew we were meant for each other. Two years of pleasant courtship finally culminated at the airport where I proposed to her before she left back for LA. The most delirious moment of my life, that expansive, eye-twinkled smile saying yes. I had rushed back home to convey the tidings to my rather orthodox parents, wondering how they would react, but hopeful that all would go well. I remember that night like a horror flick poster. In my exigent desire to share the good news with my parents, I failed to notice the intense gloom pervading the house. My slow, barely composed speech was met without any reaction, if not for a slight drop in my parents’ countenance. I had felt it would be better in the morning, so I continued walking upstairs on cloud nine. The next morning, I was startled from my slumber by the incessant drone of an alarm far away. I woke up to find that it was 6.15. I walked down to my parents room, to find them sound asleep. Something wasn’t right. Imagine my dad breaking decades of strict regimen of waking up at sharp 6. Confused, I shook my mother. She was cold and stiff. I spied an empty bottle of sleeping pills on the bedside table. I ran over to my father’s side and felt him. His face was frozen in a contorted frown. I rushed to the phone and called up our family doctor who later proclaimed that I was an orphan hereafter. A strange buzz filled the air and everything begun moving slowly. I slid into settee and stared at the newspaper on the teapoy. A million questions were whirling in my head. I had killed my parents. The people who loved me most on this earth, fed me, taught me, cried with me, cried for me. And I had killed them. It was long before I focused to find my father’s photo on the front-page. I grabbed the paper and read. A horrible report about a raid being conducted at my home yesterday by the police and tax authorities, with a libel of public fraud and tax-evasion. The other accused, my father’s best friend and long-time partner was absconding. The next few days were a hazy chain of unsavory events. I had lost my parents, our business, our reputation, everything that had ever mattered to me. My only saving grace was my beloved Francesca. Her smiling face peered at me through countless people and her cool calm hands held my hands through the ordeal. She and her sister called up frequently. One day screaming from a nightmare where I push my parents over a cliff, and I decided I had to be with Francesca. I emptied my meager bank account, and borrowed some more and booked passage for me on the next available LA flight. My spirits rose with the airplane. Soon I would be in the arms of Francesca. I hadn’t told her I was coming. To see her face break into that smile of hers was worth anything. It was late evening when I stepped out of La Guardia airport. I picked up a bouquet of her favorite tulips and walked down to the café where she spent most of her evenings with her friends. I reached the café and scanned through the crowd, my heart pounding through my ears. Through the fumes and the smoke of the bustling café, I saw a couple in the far corner, twinned in each others arms. I smiled, finally happy with the world. The waiter approached them and they broke up, still clinging onto each other. My balloon deflated ad my head exploded. It was Francesca in that corner. The tulips slid off and I walked away, dazed and defeated, dropping along the remaining pieces of my heart. Here I am now, sitting at a kerb in a new land, with nothing more left to live for. Just guilt, pain, misery and loneliness. All my dreams revolved around my parents and Francesca. Now nothing. I might as well go with my parents. I walk into a drug store and ask for the same sleeping pills my parents used as a one-way ticket. I wander aimlessly, popping in pills one after the other. A little pup cuddles into his mother’s belly. I make my dying wish to go away in the arms of Francesca. I trudge to her condo, slowly feeling the pills taking effect on my system. I approach the lobby manager and ask for Francesca. He replies that Ms. Francesca isn’t in town, though her sister was in. He confirms Elaine’s knowledge of my existence and I waddle into the elevator. What the hell was happening? The door opens and Elaine peers out. I’m stunned. It’s the same girl at the café, who I had presumed to be Francesca. I had forgotten in my delirium that Francesca and Elaine were twins. I meekly follow her into the chamber impervious to Elaine’s condolences. Elaine explains that Francesca had left a couple of days ago to India to be with me, and reached there to find out that I had left for the U.S. SO she was returning soon. Shame descended on me as a pack of hyenas on dead carcass. How could I? I interrupt Elaine and tell her that I needed to be admitted to a hospital immediately before falling into a stupor. I awake to find myself in a cozy hospital room with tubes sticking out of me, and Popeye punching the daylights out of Blutto on the television. Elaine smiles and tells me that I was going to be alright and that Francesca had just called from Boston airport to say that she would soon be boarding a flight back home. Every passing moment inflates my spirit and longing to see Francesca again. I listen to Elaine noncommittally and watch the television, my mind far away with Francesca. Elaine goes to fetch breakfast and I begin to watch the morning news. Suddenly, a live feed of a burning building was shown. I recognize it as the WTC. Just as I figure out what is happening, the second plane slams into the tower..

Rain

Rain, rain on my face It hasn't stopped raining for days My world is a flood Slowly I become one with the mud - Serendipity