Most odd places to sleep

This is a link from Reuters which is a slide-show of people sleeping in odd places.

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http://www.reuters.com/news/pictures/slideshow?articleId=USRTR2D0HW#a=1

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Newton said, "I am Pascal."

Once Einstein and Newton were playing hide and seek. Einstein was the seeker. Newton did not hide instead he stood on a square of exactly 1 square meter. Einstein then found him. Newton said, "no, you did not find me. I, newton, am standing over 1 square meter area. so newton upon 1 sq m = N/Sq.m = Pascal. I am Pascal!!! he heee heee

Breaking News: Ooops! it's all broken...

Breaking News is the 21st century lexicon. I did one hour research on the web about how this word first came to use. The CNN guys started it to get peoples attention to a really bad news. In the initial days of its usage, the word would flash once or twice a week when a plane would crash or a commercial complex would catch fire. Mostly these types of news would be freshly baked ones.

Now a days, most loved word in the red background flashes even during 5am and this news would mostly be 2 to 3 days old!! On one of the channel, They were showing videos from youtube.com and the breaking news flashed below the screen. I read the flashing message. It said that the news channel had discovered that a dog could sing with the master playing piano. I was aghast with all that was going on. I don't know what to call it? Plagiarism or fools play? Something that's on a video channel that they download and show it publicly claiming that they have covered the news. Gosh! when will the media industry report real news.

Who's really bothered to know about the minister dozing off in some miscellaneous conference meet, or about some movie celerity sneezing or if they run out of their news reserves then topics of dysfunctional male are discussed! The 9pm debates are the most wackiest and most craziest show on earth. The bi-spectacle guy or dame willfully and intentionally pours oil in the fire and this keeps their pockets warm!! What a way to earn a living?? My question is "Will debates solve the burning topics of Naxalism, Rising Food Inflation, Soaring Mercury in Summer, Water Woes? and lots of unsolved and neglected issues."

Come on! It's high time now. Stop the silly things. Media industry is one of the power pillars of a nation. With power comes responsibility. Remember spider-man saying this in his movie? It is very much critical how wisely this power is put to beneficial use!

May god bless us all and help us lead in right direction. Amen.

Crazy but not Stupid

One truck driver was doing his usual delivery to IMH (Institute of mental health) He discovered a flat tyre when he was about to go home. He jacked up the truck and took the flat tyre down. When he was about to fix the spare tyre, he accidentally dropped all the bolts into the drain. As he can't fish the bolts out, he started to panic. One patient happened to walk past and asked the driver what happened. The driver thought to himself, since there's nothing much he can do; he told the patient the whole incident. The patient laughed at him & said "can't even fix such a simple problem... no wonder you are destined to be a truck driver..." Here's what you can do, take one bolt each from the other 3 tyres and fix it onto this tyre. Then drive to the nearest workshop and replace the missing ones, easy as that" The driver was very impressed and asked "You're so smart but why are you here at the IMH?" Patient replied: "Hello, I stay here because I'm crazy not STUPID!"

Made in Japan!

Had a good laugh after reading this one! Japanese man was in a hurry to go to the KLIA airport, so he took a Proton taxi. The taxi driver took his sweet time driving within the speed limit but the Jap was getting impatient. The following is their conversation on the way to the airport . A Toyota Camry overtook the taxis.....zoom. ... Jap: Look ...look ... Toyota !! ...very fast!!!.... made in Japan ! Proton...no good.... made in Malaysia . Driver: yah.... After a few minutes a Nissan overtook the taxi....zoom. Jap: Look.... look.... Nissan!!!... .. very good!! very fast! Made in Japan ! Proton.... no good.... made in Malaysia Driver: yah....yah.. . After a few minutes a Honda overtook the taxi...zooom. ! Jap: look.... look... Honda!!.... very GOOD!!....very fast!!....made in Japan ! Proton....no good... made in Malaysia Driver: yah...yah... yah....! Arriving at the airport, the Jap is about to pay the taxi driver. Jap: How much? Driver: RM200/- Jap: Oh... very expensive... .. you overcharge ! ! Driver: Noooo.... look.... look.... Sony meter!!.....very good!!....Very fast!.... Made in Japan !

US Dollar

I loved this pic a lot!!! O.A.K.

Politickling #1

A kid goes to his father and asks, "Dad, Can you please exlpain me the state machinery?" Dad, with full enthusiasm explains, "You see, I work and bring home the money. So I am the Capitalist. Your mom takes the money I earn and decides where to spend and when to spend. So she is the Nation's Government. The maid works in the house, so she is the working class. You are the common citizen and your little bro is the future generation. Got it??"

That night the kid is woken up by his little brother's wail. The kid goes and sees that the baby had attended the nature's call in the bed. So the kid goes to his mommy. He finds her in deep sleep so goes to wake up the maid. The maid is also asleep with dad sleeping next to her!

The next day, dad asks the kid, "So little brat, did you understand the state machinery?" Kid answers, "Yes Dad, When the capitalist is exploiting the working class, the government is fast asleep. The future generation is crying for the basic need. It is the common citizen who has to bear the burden!!! "

Mr. Gate at Pearly Gate

Finally Mr. Gate dies and reaches Pearly gate. The angel glances Mr. Gates records and says, "You have done equal amount of good and bad work. So you can choose whether you want to be, in heaven or hell." Mr Gate thinks for a while and asks, "I want to check out both the places before deciding where I want to be in." The angel agrees and escorts him to heaven first. In the heaven, all people are wearing white robes. Doing the regular household chores. The same work that people do on earth at home. But every soul is living a very happy life. No Worries at all!!! Then the angel takes Mr. Gate to hell. Astonishingly, the scene here is different. There a beautiful beach surrounded by the most beautiful girls Mr. Gate had ever seen. He is enchanted by scene and could not believe his eyes. The hell seemed more luxurious than the heaven? So Mr. Gate finally elects to enter the hell. The angel asks for confirmation. Gleefully, Mr. Gate affirms. The moment he enters the hell, the scene changes. A monstrous fella holds Mr. Gate and puts him in a furnace. He screams and says, "This is cheating, this is not the scene you showed me? Where is the beach, Where are the girls? The angels replies coolly, "Well sir, That was the screen-saver!" -- O.A.K. Disclaimer: Mr. Gate is not Bill Gates of Microsoft. Mr. Gate is a Fictional character. Meant for light humour and not to malign anybodies image.

Who's Priya Kalbag?

...my dad stood with "magazine-with-cover" in his hands and asked me, "Who is this Priya?". "Why is it written Priya Kalbag?"... *** It was during the Bangalore ashram YES!+ adv. course. Bau told us that the wonderful magazine like rishimukh is facing losses due to "under-subscription". He requested (Ordered, you can say) every participant to subscribe for the rishimukh. Some participants jumped ahead to collect the subscriptions. (I doubt whether they have subscribed the mag.!) They rambled all the books available, tore out the papers in all possible 2 dimensional quadrilaterals and started scribbling the details of the participants for the subscription. My earlier subscription was about to end so I decided to subscribe one for myself. I wrote my real name "Omkar Kalbag" with my real Residential address and handed over Rs.200/- to the volunteer. Today I got the magazine delivered by the postman. Dad received it while I was at office. When I reached home my dad stood with "magazine-with-cover" in his hands and asked me, "Who is this Priya?". "Why is it written Priya Kalbag?" I took the magazine cover and saw that instead of my name, it was printed "Priya Kalbag". I was stunned for a moment! Did any girl play stupid prank on me. My dad is a little orthodox in such matters. Then I remembered that i had subscribed for magazine at YES!+ adv. Course. There was such a chaos among the volunteers while getting details, someone might have goofed up my details and made Priya belong to "Kalbag" family! My dad and me were rolling with laughter later. Jai Gurudev! -- O.A.K. Tree

A Pic with in a Pic!

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Some questions 2 Ponder...

If electricity comes from electrons... does that mean that morality comes from morons? If people from Poland are called Poles, then why aren't people from Holland called Holes? Why is a person who plays the piano called a pianist, but a person who drives a race car is not called a racist? If lawyers are disbarred and clergymen defrocked, then doesn't it follow that ... Electricians can be delighted? Musicians can be denoted? Cowboys can be deranged? Models can be deposed? Tree Surgeon can be debarked? Dry cleaners can be depressed? -- O.A.K. Tree

Mexican on a Bicycle

On the America-Mexico border, there were few guards standing. A man comes from the Mexico side on a bicycle and enters America. He is halted by the guards and is frisked by the guards for any smuggled articles. They notice that the man has only few bills of money, and is carrying a sack of sand on the carriage of his bicycle. Suspiciously, the guard asks him, “What’s that on the bicycle carriage?” He replies, “Just a sack full of sand, senor. You may check it if you want to!”

Mexican on a bicycle. DISCLAIMER: The photo is for representational purpose only. No offense intended.

The guard passes the sack through the metal detector. It contained nothing but sand. The Mexican is allowed to pass. This starts happening every day. But the guard suspected the Mexican of smuggling something which he somehow could not figure out. After 30 years, the American guard and the Mexican met at the bar. The Guard, now retired, asked the Mexican, “I sure that you were smuggling something. Tell me what was it?” Mexican smiles and says, “Bicycles!”