<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of Sumesh Karthikeyan</title><link>http://sumeshblogs.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of Sumesh Karthikeyan</description><language>en-us</language><item><title>Little Johny's thought</title><description><![CDATA[<DIV><DIV><P><FONT size=2 face="Courier New"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">During one of her daily classes, a teacher trying</SPAN></FONT><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></P></DIV></DIV><DIV><DIV><DIV><P><FONT size=2 face="Courier New"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">to teach good manners, asked her students the</SPAN></FONT><o:p></o:p></P><P><FONT size=2 face="Courier New"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">following question: "Michael, if you were on a</SPAN></FONT><o:p></o:p></P><P><FONT size=2 face="Courier New"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">date--- having dinner with a nice young lady, how</SPAN></FONT><o:p></o:p></P><P><FONT size=2 face="Courier New"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">would you tell her that you have to go to the</SPAN></FONT><o:p></o:p></P><P><FONT size=2 face="Courier New"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">bathroom?" Michael said, "Just a minute, I have to</SPAN></FONT><o:p></o:p></P><P><FONT size=2 face="Courier New"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">go pee."</SPAN></FONT><o:p></o:p></P><P><FONT size=2 face="Courier New"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">The teacher responded by saying, "That would be</SPAN></FONT><o:p></o:p></P><P><FONT size=2 face="Courier New"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">rude and impolite." What about you Peter, how would</SPAN></FONT><o:p></o:p></P><P><FONT size=2 face="Courier New"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">you say it?" Peter said, "I am sorry, but I really</SPAN></FONT><o:p></o:p></P><P><FONT size=2 face="Courier New"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">need to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back."</SPAN></FONT><o:p></o:p></P><P><FONT size=2 face="Courier New"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">That's better, but it's still not very nice to say</SPAN></FONT><o:p></o:p></P><P><FONT size=2 face="Courier New"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">the word bathroom at the dinner table."</SPAN></FONT><o:p></o:p></P><P><FONT size=2 face="Courier New"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">And you, little Johnny, can you use your brain for</SPAN></FONT><o:p></o:p></P><P><FONT size=2 face="Courier New"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">once and show us your good manners?"</SPAN></FONT><o:p></o:p></P><P><FONT size=2 face="Courier New"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">I would say, "Darling, may I please be excused for</SPAN></FONT><o:p></o:p></P><P><FONT size=2 face="Courier New"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">a moment? I have to shake hands with a very dear</SPAN></FONT><o:p></o:p></P><P><FONT size=2 face="Courier New"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">friend of mine, whom I hope you'll get to meet after</SPAN></FONT><o:p></o:p></P><P><FONT size=2 face="Courier New"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">dinner." The teacher fainted.</SPAN></FONT></P></DIV></DIV></DIV>]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 23:51:55 +0530</pubDate><link>http://sumeshblogs.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/07/Little-Johny-s-thought.html</link></item><item><title>Mixed Emotions</title><description><![CDATA[<SPAN style="COLOR: #333399; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">Soldier: "Sir, we are surrounded by the enemies", </SPAN><FONT face=Verdana color=#333399><SPAN style="COLOR: #333399; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><BR>Major: "Excellent ! We can now attack in any direction" !. <BR><BR>===================================================================== <BR>What is the height of mixed emotions??? <BR>when <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:City w:st="on">ur</st1:City> mother in law falls from 7th floor on <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">ur</st1:place></st1:City> Mercedes!!!! <BR><BR>====================================================================== <BR>Dad : Son, what do you want for your birthday? <BR>Son : Not much dad, just a radio with a sports car around it. <BR><BR>====================================================================== </SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Verdana color=#333399 size=1><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 6pt; COLOR: #333399; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Verdana color=#333399><SPAN style="COLOR: #333399; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">bhikari : <SPAN id=lw_1208518864_0 style="CURSOR: hand"><SPAN class=yshortcuts>sahab</SPAN></SPAN> ek rupiya de do. </SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Verdana color=#333399 size=1><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 6pt; COLOR: #333399; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Verdana color=#333399><SPAN style="COLOR: #333399; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">Sahab : tumhe sharam nahi aati road par khade hokar bhikh mangte. </SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Verdana color=#333399 size=1><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 6pt; COLOR: #333399; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Verdana color=#333399><SPAN style="COLOR: #333399; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">Bhikari : abe tere ek rupiye ke liye office kholu kya?</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Verdana color=#333399 size=1><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 6pt; COLOR: #333399; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> <BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Verdana color=#333399><SPAN style="COLOR: #333399; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><BR>====================================================================== <BR><BR>Q: What did the gangster's son tell his dad when he failed his examination? </SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Verdana color=#333399 size=1><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 6pt; COLOR: #333399; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Verdana color=#333399><SPAN style="COLOR: #333399; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><BR>A: Dad they questioned me for 3 hours but I never told them anything." </SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Verdana color=#333399 size=1><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 6pt; COLOR: #333399; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Verdana color=#333399><SPAN style="COLOR: #333399; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><BR>===================================================================== <BR><BR><EM><STRONG>Today a phone without wire is fashion. </STRONG></EM></SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Verdana color=#333399 size=1><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 6pt; COLOR: #333399; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><BR></SPAN></FONT><EM><STRONG><FONT face=Verdana color=#333399><SPAN style="COLOR: #333399; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">One day will come when human without brain will be a fashion.</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Verdana color=navy size=1><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 4pt; COLOR: navy; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN></FONT></STRONG></EM><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home4/425/b23630261bd66731b4f1a4e2c8f74f33/homep/images/1208845200">]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 11:48:38 +0530</pubDate><link>http://sumeshblogs.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/04/22/Mixed-Emotions-1.html</link></item><item><title>The Wedding Test</title><description><![CDATA[<P>Those who feel that,this story does not fit in this place please let me know..</P><P>Its just a joke nothing more than that...enjoy..</P><B><FONT size=2><P><FONT size=4>The Wedding Test:)</FONT><BR><BR></FONT><FONT size=4>I was a very happy person. My wonderful girlfriend and I had been dating for over a year, and so we decided to get married. There was only one little thing bothering me...It was her beautiful younger sister. My prospective sister-in-law was twenty-two, wore very tight miniskirts and generally was bra-less. She would regularly bend down when she was near me,<FONT color=#000080> </FONT>and I always got more than a nice view. It had to be deliberate because<FONT color=#000080> </FONT>she never did it when she was near anyone else.</FONT></P><P><BR><FONT size=4>One day her "little" sister called and asked me to come over to check the wedding invitations. She was alone when I arrived, and she whispered to me that she had feelings and desires for me that she couldn't overcome. She told me that she wanted me just once before I got married and committed my life to her sister.<BR><BR>Well, I was in total shock, and couldn't say a word.<BR><BR>She said, "I'm going upstairs to my bedroom, and if you want one last wild fling, just come up and get me."<BR><BR>I was stunned and frozen in shock as I watched her go up the stairs. I stood there for a moment, then turned and made a beeline straight to the front door. I opened the door, and headed straight towards my car. Lo and<FONT color=#000080> </FONT>behold, my entire future family was standing outside all clapping!<BR><BR>With tears in his eyes, my father-in-law hugged me and said, "We are very happy that you have passed our little test. We couldn't ask for better man <BR>for our daughter. Welcome to the family!"<BR><BR>And the moral of this story is: Always keep your condoms in your car.<BR><BR><BR>Cheersssssss...... :-) :-) :-)</FONT></B><FONT face="Times New Roman"> </P></FONT><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home4/425/b23630261bd66731b4f1a4e2c8f74f33/homep/images/1208757095">]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 21 Apr 2008 11:05:28 +0530</pubDate><link>http://sumeshblogs.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/04/21/The-Wedding-Test.html</link></item><item><title>WRONG NUMBER</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal><FONT face=Tahoma color=navy size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma">Hi.<?XML:NAMESPACE PREFIX = O /><O:P></O:P></SPAN></FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal><FONT face=Tahoma color=navy size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"><O:P></O:P></SPAN></FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal><FONT face=Tahoma color=navy size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma">  Do read this story . It's very interesting. Nice 1.<O:P></O:P></SPAN></FONT></P><DIV link="blue" vlink="purple"><DIV><P style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"><B><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 12pt">WRONG NUMBER</SPAN></FONT></B><BR><BR><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">It was the day of my son's XII results and I was so<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>tensed. I sat beside him while he logged on the website with his registration no. "Ma", he screamed in<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>excitement," I scored 1191, with centum in 4 subjects.<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>I cant believe it. "I kind of became numb in my<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>excitement. My eyes became wet. I hugged him and he<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>smiled.<BR><BR>Soon we realized that he stood first in the state. Oh,<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>my joy knew no bounds when Reporters and media persons<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>soon swamped my house for interviews and photos. I was so honored to join him in the snaps. <FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT><BR><BR>I wanted to call my "wrong-number-friend to tell him<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>the news...I was so excited. He was someone whom I<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>have known for more than 20 years.<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> <O:P></O:P></SPAN></FONT></SPAN></FONT></P><P><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">I still do not remember when we became friends, but certainly cannot forget the first day he called me<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>when I blasted him for giving me so many wrong<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>calls.....after that he had called up a week later<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>asking apology, for he had now got the right no of his<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>friend whom he wanted to talk to .We spoke for an hour that day...even without knowing each other's names.<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>Though he kept pestering me to reveal my name I never<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>did and so he kept a name...Sweety. I used to get so<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>shy whenever he called me 'Sweety'. I was doing first year of BSc. Maths then, and he was a Computer<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>Engineering student.<BR><BR>From then he used to call me very often.<BR>By the final year of my college, we probably we were<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>in love, but I had been cautious. I was in a dilemma<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>whether to tell him. But what if he was of a different<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>religion? Do I have the courage to talk to my parents<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>about it? ........all these questions ran through my mind.<BR><BR>I decided I'll not talk to him thereafter. When he<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>called next time I lied to him I that I was going to<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT><?XML:NAMESPACE PREFIX = ST1 /><ST1:PLACE w:st="on"><ST1:CITY w:st="on">Delhi</ST1:CITY></ST1:PLACE> for my post graduation. He gave me his office<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>number and asked me to ring him up once I reach there. I never called .......<BR><BR>A couple of months later my marriage got fixed with a<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>guy of my parent's choice. I was not happy but I did<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>not complain; rather accepted it as an obedient<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>daughter. At times I felt I missed my wrong- number- friend.......<BR><BR>My hubby was a moody person; I have hardly spent any<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>good time with him- but he was genuine indeed and<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>never bothered my personal space. After 2 years we had<BR>a boy...Yet,I was not very happy with my married life...One day I happened to browse through my diary<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>and found I still had my old friend's office phone no<BR>that he had given me. I dialed it and spoke with him.<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>He said he was married and got a kid too. I was happy for him though in the bottom of the heart I felt bad<BR>that I could not marry him.<BR><BR>From then I used to occasionally call him on that<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>number. I never gave him mine as I felt that would put<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>me in trouble... And till today I almost shared everything with him including my relationship with my<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>hubby.....today I was so happy and I wanted to call him.<BR><BR>Just then I got a call. "Your husband met with an<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>accident and died on the spot" I banged the phone down. I broke. I did not call my<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>friend.....I somehow started feeling guilty. I have<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>never tried to talk to him properly when he was alive<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>or moved close with him.... I felt I had been a bad wife........<BR><BR>A couple of years passed and one day my son brought<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>home a Bengali girl and said they wanted to get<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>married. I got them married as I did not want my son<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>to go through what I did.<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>I decided to give my son his father's room and started<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>clearing it. There was a phone book. <FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"><O:P></O:P></SPAN></FONT></SPAN></FONT></P><P style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">I gently opened<FONT color=navy><SPAN style="COLOR: navy"> </SPAN></FONT>it to find, "Wrong no Sweety -26579785" <B><FONT color=navy><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: navy"><O:P></O:P></SPAN></FONT></B></SPAN></FONT></P><P><B><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=navy size=3><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: navy">        </SPAN></FONT>God always puts the right numbers together. Its we who interpret it wrong!!!!!</B> </P></DIV></DIV><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home4/425/b23630261bd66731b4f1a4e2c8f74f33/homep/images/1208514084">]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 15:14:18 +0530</pubDate><link>http://sumeshblogs.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/04/18/WRONG-NUMBER-1.html</link></item><item><title>Hercules: The World's Biggest Dog</title><description><![CDATA[<FONT color=#003300>Hercules: The World's Biggest Dog Ever According to  Guinness World<BR></FONT>Records<BR><BR><FONT color=#003300>Hercules was recently awarded the honorable  distinction of Worlds<BR>Biggest Dog by Guinness World Records. Hercules is an  English Mastiff<BR>and has a 38 inch neck and weighs 282 pounds.<BR><BR>With  "paws the size of softballs" (reports the Boston Herald), the<BR>three-year-old  monster is far larger and heavier than his breed's<BR>standard 200lb. limit.  Hercules owner Mr. Flynn says that Hercules<BR>weight is natural and not  induced by a bizarre diet: "I fed him normal<BR>food and he just grew".... and  grew. and grew. and grew.</FONT><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home4/425/b23630261bd66731b4f1a4e2c8f74f33/homep/images/1208507153">]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 13:55:43 +0530</pubDate><link>http://sumeshblogs.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/04/18/Hercules-The-World-s-Biggest-Dog-1.html</link></item><item><title>Apple......</title><description><![CDATA[<P><STRONG><FONT color=#006600>A teacher teaching Maths to seven-year-old Arnav asked him, "If I give you one apple and one apple and one apple, how many apples will you have?"Within a few seconds Arnav replied confidently, "Four!" </FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#006600></FONT></STRONG> </P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#006600>The dismayed teacher was expecting an effortless correct answer (three).  She was disappointed.  "Maybe the child did not listen properly," she thought.  She repeated, "Arnav, listen carefully.  If I give you one apple and one apple and one apple, how many apples will you have?"</FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#006600></FONT></STRONG> </P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#006600>Arnav had seen the disappointment on his teacher's face.  He calculated again on his fingers.  But within him he was also searching for the answer that will make the teacher happy.  His search for the answer was not for the correct one, but the one that will make his teacher happy.  This time hesitatingly he replied, "Four..."</FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#006600></FONT></STRONG> </P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#006600>The disappointment stayed on the teacher's face.  She remembered that Arnav liked strawberries.  She thought maybe he doesn't like apples and that is making him loose focus.  This time with an exaggerated excitement and twinkling in her eyes she asked, "If I give you one strawberry and one strawberry and one strawberry, then how many you will have?"</FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#006600></FONT></STRONG> </P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#006600>Seeing the teacher happy, young Arnav calculated on his fingers again.  There was no pressure on him, but a little on the teacher.  She wanted her new approach to succeed.  With a hesitating smile young Arnav enquired, "Three?"</FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#006600></FONT></STRONG> </P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#006600>The teacher now had a victorious smile.  Her approach had succeeded.  She wanted to congratulate herself.  But one last thing remained.  Once again she asked him, "Now if I give you one apple and one apple and one more apple how many will you have?"</FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#006600></FONT></STRONG> </P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#006600>Promptly Arnav answered, "Four!"</FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#006600></FONT></STRONG> </P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#006600>The teacher was aghast.  "How Arnav, how?" she demanded in a little stern and irritated voice.</FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#006600> In a voice that was low and hesitating young Arnav replied, "Because I already have one apple in my bag."</FONT></STRONG></P><P> </P><P><FONT color=#990000><STRONG>"When someone gives you an answer that is different from what you expect don't think they are wrong.  There maybe an angle that you have not understood at all. You will have to listen and understand, but never listen with a predetermined notion."</STRONG></FONT></P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home4/425/b23630261bd66731b4f1a4e2c8f74f33/homep/images/1208501613">]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 12:19:50 +0530</pubDate><link>http://sumeshblogs.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/04/18/Apple.html</link></item><item><title>A NO SMOKING ZONE&quot;!!!!</title><description><![CDATA[<DIV dir=ltr align=left><FONT face=Arial color=#0000ff size=2></FONT><BR> </DIV><DIV></DIV><DIV class=Section1><DIV link="blue" vlink="purple"><DIV><TABLE class=MsoNormalTable style="WIDTH: 487.5pt" cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 width=650 border=0><TBODY><TR><TD style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2.25pt; PADDING-LEFT: 2.25pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2.25pt; PADDING-TOP: 2.25pt"><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#cc3333 size=3><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: #cc3333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'">NO SMOKING</SPAN></FONT></B><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></P></TD></TR><TR><TD style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2.25pt; PADDING-LEFT: 2.25pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2.25pt; PADDING-TOP: 2.25pt"><P><FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#333333 size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'">SMOKING.I don't remember how it started, was it just a curiosity to know the taste of it, to know how others feel after having it? Or how would I feel after having it but what I cannot forget is when I actually started with it. I still can see my friend enjoying the ultimate pleasure of it in front of me and then all of a sudden he insisted me to taste it just for once. I cannot deny the probability that he might have seen the desire in my eyes to taste it. Though I denied but by the time I was shaking my head in no-no manner he already had put the stick on my lips and with half hearted denial I took the first ever puff of it. </SPAN></FONT><o:p></o:p></P><P><FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#333333 size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'">Since then it's been years. I found a true friend in it, and why not. it was with me for everything I faced in my life. It was there to share everything. Whenever I was happy it added the flavor of happiness to it. When I was sad it helped me to get over it, It helped me to get out of stress, It helped me to avoid my loneliness. It helped me to think better, it took my worries away with its smoke; Infact I always had a reason to have it. Along with it I had a family who cared for me, friends to gossip and share the secrets, a job to fulfill my day to day needs, money to buy a couple of drinks along with sticks for me, a girl who became a synonym for love to me, aspirations to become big, dreams to chase, and many more such beautiful things that makes life beautiful. Life was as easy as 10 to 15 sticks I used to smoke those days. </SPAN></FONT><o:p></o:p></P><P><FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#333333 size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'">There were times when friends and family asked me to leave it. They scolded me, they did prayers just for me to quit one of my best friend. But how could I do that when I know that just one puff of it will give me eternal peace after such stupid useless, meaningless lectures to me. "Life is to live and one should do whatever you want, and I was doing it but I don't understand why everyone is against of my actions. I guess they don't know how to live. They just go with good / bad social opinions, but I go with my feelings" This is how I used to think at that time. But as a good son and a good friend I used to admire their feeling for me as well. To give full respect to their feeling I often said "I will quit", but the wish never came from my heart. </SPAN></FONT><o:p></o:p></P><P><FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#333333 size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'">They said I can do it.I just need a strong will and "<STRONG><B><FONT face="Trebuchet MS"><SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'">Where there is a will there is a way</SPAN></FONT></B></STRONG>" but within me I knew that "<STRONG><B><FONT face="Trebuchet MS"><SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'">my WILLS power is more than my will power</SPAN></FONT></B></STRONG>" and as a result of it I restructured the quote according to me  "<STRONG><B><FONT face="Trebuchet MS"><SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'">WHERE THERE IS WILL THERE IS A WILLS</SPAN></FONT></B></STRONG>" ('Wills navy cut' my brand that time, later I tried many and as a milestone of success I switched to gold flake then classic, Marlboro and many such good brands that themselves depicts my good growth personally as well as professionally. </SPAN></FONT><o:p></o:p></P><P><FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#333333 size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'">If I look around I see all of them who were near and dear to me, just wanting me to live, but I chose a different path to live better. I still can see me smiling, swelling with pride when someone asked me to leave cigarette and I countered back "<STRONG><B><FONT face="Trebuchet MS"><SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'">TO LEAVE CIGRETTE I NEED TO THINK AND TO THINK I NEED A CIGRETTE</SPAN></FONT></B></STRONG>". People say IT KILLS, and I too understand it, but I have seen people who smoke daily and regularly, still living long comfortable life. It just a matter of bad luck if someone gets health issues out of this HABIT "you may call it BAD". I just want to live the way I want and I am happy with it. I believe that not everyone is destined to meet the same fate. </SPAN></FONT><o:p></o:p></P><P><FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#333333 size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'">While proving to myself that whatever I am doing is actually not wrong I simply forgot one thing that I too am a character of destiny and it may get cruel to anyone and it has its own way to play. Only Reply I used to get for my logics was."One should avoid such things that may create circumstances and may give destiny a chance to play cruel". I didn't realize it. I didn't realize when I crossed the line from passion to addiction. I didn't realize it when I had my first chest pain. I didn't realize it when I had my first doctor's appointment for prolong cough. I didn't realize it when I had first sleepless night because of restlessness. I didn't realize it when my legs trembled while taking a step forward. I didn't realize it when love of my life asked me to leave it. I didn't realize it when my mother looked at me with her wet eyes making thousand wishes to god silently. I didn't realize when my papa scolded me again, which sounded more of a request than a fatherly order. </SPAN></FONT><o:p></o:p></P><P><FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#333333 size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'">I wish I could have realized it then.. Today my friends are going for a long drive with their wives and kids. They are laughing, yelling, screaming and enjoying like anything. They have satisfaction of what they have achieved till now and are looking forward for more. Love of my life is getting married to someone, but she still has my gifts with her. There is a long queue to get the tickets for the latest released movie. Roads and markets are vacant today because of India-Pakistan in world cup final match. My dad is playing with my sister's one year daughter who has become a fun factor for everyone. My brother is sitting with a girl at coffee corner and trying to impress her. One of my friends is trying his luck for 16th time. I hope this time his love life will take a start. There is joy and happiness all around. </SPAN></FONT><o:p></o:p></P><P><FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#333333 size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'">Suddenly I see Maa weeping silently while cooking one of my favorite dishes. she mumbled "Ab tak 10 baar poochta. mummy kitni der lagegi . jaldi banao .. Bhookh lagi hai. lekin ab?" .. I saw her and I screamed." 'Maa' look I am here, look at me... listen to me... "But there was no reaction from her side.. Why??? </SPAN></FONT><o:p></o:p></P><P><FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#333333 size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'">Today I just can see all this from a distance but cannot be apart of it. Today I have everything that cigarette offered me. I am not stressed anymore. I do not have a sad feeling anymore. I don't need to think about past, present or future. I am relieved. I have freedom. I don't have to listen to all those boring lectures, as I always wanted <STRONG><B><FONT face="Trebuchet MS"><SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'">TO LIVE LIFE BIG</SPAN></FONT></B></STRONG>. only difference is that the distance between "ME" and the word "LIFE" has become BIG. </SPAN></FONT><o:p></o:p></P><P><FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#333333 size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'">It's not because of my destiny or I smoked uncountable number of cigarettes but because of the first cigarette that made me fly high that day ... <STRONG><B><FONT face="Trebuchet MS"><SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'">I AM SIX FEET UNDER THE GROUND</SPAN></FONT></B></STRONG> today . "<STRONG><B><FONT face="Trebuchet MS"><SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'">A NO SMOKING ZONE</SPAN></FONT></B></STRONG>"!!!! </SPAN></FONT><o:p></o:p></P></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"></SPAN></FONT> </P></DIV></DIV></DIV><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home4/425/b23630261bd66731b4f1a4e2c8f74f33/homep/images/1208500856">]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 12:08:15 +0530</pubDate><link>http://sumeshblogs.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/04/18/A-NO-SMOKING-ZONE.html</link></item><item><title>A letter - Read it</title><description><![CDATA[<DIV><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"><FONT color=#006600><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><FONT size=4>School Master from a remote rural area was transferred to a new School in Mumbai.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></FONT></FONT></FONT></SPAN></DIV><DIV class=Section1><P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"><FONT color=#006600><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><FONT size=4>He reported for duty two days after the actual date of joining. Consequently he was asked for an explanation in writing.<BR><o:p></o:p></FONT></FONT></FONT></SPAN></P><P><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><FONT size=4><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"></SPAN><SPAN id=more-148><FONT color=#006600></FONT></SPAN></FONT></FONT> </P><P><SPAN><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#006600 size=4></FONT></SPAN> </P><P><SPAN><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#006600 size=4></FONT></SPAN> </P><P><SPAN><FONT color=#006600><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><FONT size=4>Deer sur,<BR>If small small mistakes getting inside my letter, I big you pardon, ass I am not a good englis speaker.This is my fist vijit to Bombai.<o:p></o:p></FONT></FONT></FONT></SPAN></P><P><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"><FONT color=#006600><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><FONT size=4>Stickly speaking, I wanted to joint your school more fastly, but for the following region, too much time lost in getting slipper reservation in three-tyre compartment.<o:p></o:p></FONT></FONT></FONT></SPAN></P><P><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"><FONT color=#006600><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><FONT size=4>I tolded I has head ache problem due to migration. Still the clerk rejected to give ticket to I and my sun. I putted a complain on station masterji. He said I to go to the lady clerk. At first she also rejected. <o:p></o:p></FONT></FONT></FONT></SPAN></P><P><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"><FONT color=#006600><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><FONT size=4>I then pressed for long time and finally with great difficulty she gave a birth to my sun. Anyway I thanked the station master also because he was phully responsible for getting birth of my sun.<o:p></o:p></FONT></FONT></FONT></SPAN></P><P><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"><FONT color=#006600><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><FONT size=4>Ass a hole it was a bhery diphicult experiment in my hole life.I hope u will look into explain my hole story after, and late me joint first. I am now ending this fastly. I am a waiter for your responsement. May God blast you!"<o:p></o:p></FONT></FONT></FONT></SPAN></P><P><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"><FONT color=#006600><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><FONT size=4>Yours awfully,<o:p></o:p></FONT></FONT></FONT></SPAN></P><P><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"><FONT color=#006600><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><FONT size=4>RAM<SPAN class=915484109-04042008>PRASAD</SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT></SPAN></P></DIV><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home4/425/b23630261bd66731b4f1a4e2c8f74f33/homep/images/1208426340">]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 15:24:43 +0530</pubDate><link>http://sumeshblogs.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/04/17/A-letter-Read-it-1.html</link></item><item><title>Team Tour to DiveAgar-Harihareshwar</title><description><![CDATA[<P><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">Apr 11-12, 2008<BR></FONT></P><BR><P><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">Day 1. Saturday April 11, 2008<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></FONT></B></P><BR><P><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">The trip started at around 6:30 AM from Pune VimanNagar. We hired a 17 seater Tempo Traveler. The guys were given instruction about picks up points. We had breakfast at around 9:30 Am. Thanks to one of my colleague for his great chutney, poha and idly which he brought from Rajeshwari snack center, near Shaniwarwada. Then we headed towards Diveagar via Paud road-Tamhini-Mangaon. <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Diveagar is located 155 km from Pune and approx 145 -160 km from Mumbai.</I></B> There we reached around by 12:30 PM. We had arranged lunch at Mr.Potins residence. A Non-Veg Lunch (Bhakari, Rice, Fish Curry and fish fry) cost us Rs100 and veg lunch Rs 50 per person respectively. The lunch was splendid. Then we went to the place where we had arranged our accommodation. It's a two storey building .The ground floor has a big hall, a small room , two bath rooms and one toilet .The Top floor consist of 4 family rooms. The house is just 10-15 minutes away from the beach. After placing the luggage, some of us took a small catnap. By 4:00 O' Clock we left for beach exploration. Beach is beautiful. A perfect weekend destination. View of the sunset is simply superb. Have a look at the photos which I have uploaded, and you will certainly agree with me. Please don't leave your clothes or any belongings on the sea shore unattended. We faced one incident, where two guys came on bike to steal our luggage, but one of my colleague noticed and immediately ran towards the bag. </FONT></P><BR><P><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">By 6:30 we came back. After having a shower, we all gather round in the hall. It's now time for some true pleasure; I mean its booze time. After few rounds of peg the guys started pulling legs, by cracking jokes at each other. .It went on till 10:00 and by the time, our dinner was ready.</FONT></P><BR><P><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Day 2. Sunday April 12, 2008</B>.</FONT></P><BR><P><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">The next day morning we had some poha and lip-smacking masala tea. By 9:00 AM, we all geared up for Harihareshwar. The town of <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Harihareshwar</st1:place></st1:City> is well-known for its serene and scenic beach, it is also land marked by Kalbhairav and Shiva temple. It is just 30 Kms. from Diveagar. Harihareshwar is known as Dakshin Kashi (<B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Kashi of <st1:place w:st="on">Southern India</st1:place>)</I></B>. We reached there by 10:30. The seaside, rocks formation near sea and the temple are worth a' visit. After enjoying the place, we all were exhausted. We had some kokam and lime juice to cool our selves. Then at 12:30 we had lunch at Rohan resort. Mind you, it's very expensive and the food was also not of high-quality (<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">except for fish</I>). We left harihareshwar by 1:00 and reached Pune by 6:30</FONT></SPAN></P><FONT color=#0000ff size=2><BR><P><STRONG><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">Diveagar: For Lunch Conatct Mr.Potnis  Tel.No: 02147224096</FONT></STRONG></P><BR><P><STRONG><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"> For Accommodation contact Mr.Pravin  Tel No: 02147202008</FONT></STRONG></P></FONT><BR><P><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"></FONT> </P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home4/425/b23630261bd66731b4f1a4e2c8f74f33/homep/images/1208422534">]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 11:35:36 +0530</pubDate><link>http://sumeshblogs.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/04/17/Team-Tour-to-DiveAgar-Harihareshwar-1.html</link></item><item><title>Harihareshwar Beach</title><description><![CDATA[<br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home4/425/b23630261bd66731b4f1a4e2c8f74f33/homep/images/1208412334">]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 11:33:11 +0530</pubDate><link>http://sumeshblogs.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/04/17/Harihareshwar-Beach-1.html</link></item></channel></rss>