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  1. height of blackmail

     

    A BEGGAR SITTING ON THE ROAD

    WITH A BOARD THAT SAYS:

    "GIVE ME SOME MONEY OR I'LL

    VOTE FOR CONGRESS AGAIN &

    YOU WILL SIT NEXT TO ME"

    A few sarcastic yet funny replies to sexpert queries frm mumbai mirror:

     

    Q: After having sex four times a day, I feel weak the next day. For about five minutes, my vision goes blank and I cant see anything properly. Please help.

     

    A: What do you expect? Shouts of hurray and I am a champion all over town?

     

    Q: Is it safe if penis is kept in the vagina when sleeping?

     

    A: Usually when the penis returns to flaccid state, it will slide out of the vagina. Even if does not, be rest assured the vagina will not have it for breakfast.

     

    Q. I am a 36-year-old man. Six months ago I had sex with a housewife. Then, I made as many as 220 strokes in the 40 minus of our intercourse. Today, I could only reach 180 in the same time. Please reply. I am worried.

     

    A: Do take part in the Commonwealth Games since you seem like an athlete. My advice is to enjoy the act and stop counting. Do give a thought to whether you are satisfying your partner or not!

     

    Q: I am a 25-year-old man. My penis is short and small in diameter. When aroused, its size increases to resemble a ¾ inch PVC pipe. I have heard that there are capsules available that help increase the size. Please advise.

     

    A: As plenty of water can pass through a PVC pipe, similarly more than enough semen can pass out of your penis.

     

    Q: I have heard that any kind of acidic substance can prevent pregnancy. Can I pour some drops of lemon or orange juice in my girlfriends vagina after the intercourse? Will it harm her?

     

    A: Are you a bhel puri vendor? Where did you get this weird idea from? There are many other safe and easy methods of birth control.

    You can consider using a condom.

  2. A LETTER FROM A GIRL TO JRD TATA IN 1974

    It was probably the April of 1974. Bangalore

    was

    getting warm and gulmohars were blooming at

    the IISc campus. I was the only girl in my

    postgraduate department and was staying at the

    ladies' hostel. Other girls were pursuing research

    in different departments of Science.

    I was looking forward to going abroad to

    complete

    a doctorate in computer science. I had been

    offered scholarships from Universities in the

    US...

    I had not thought of taking up a job in India.

    One day, while on the way to my hostel from

    our

    lecture-hall complex, I saw an advertisement on

    the notice board. It was a standard job-

    requirement notice from the famous automobile

    company Telco (now Tata Motors)... It stated

    that

    the company required young, bright engineers,

    hardworking and with an excellent academic

    background, etc.

    At the bottom was a small line: 'Lady Candidates

    need not apply.'

    I read it and was very upset. For the first time

    in

    my life I was up against gender discrimination.

    Though I was not keen on taking up the job, I

    saw

    it as a challenge. I had done extremely well in

    academics, better than most of my male peers...

    Little did I know then that in real life academic

    excellence is not enough to be successful?

    After reading the notice I went fuming to my

    room. I decided to inform the topmost person

    in

    Telco's management about the injustice the

    company was perpetrating. I got a postcard and

    started to write, but there was a problem: I did

    not know who headed Telco

    I thought it must be one of the Tatas. I knew

    JRD

    Tata was the head of the Tata Group; I had seen

    his pictures in newspapers (actually, Sumant

    Moolgaokar was the company's chairman then) I

    took the card, addressed it to JRD and started

    writing. To this day I remember clearly what I

    wrote.

    'The great Tatas have always been pioneers. They

    are the people who started the basic

    infrastructure industries in India, such as iron

    and

    steel, chemicals, textiles and locomotives they

    have cared for higher education in India since

    1900 and they were responsible for the

    establishment of the Indian Institute of Science.

    Fortunately, I study there. But I am surprised

    how a company such as Telco is discriminating

    on

    the basis of gender.'

    I posted the letter and forgot about it. Less than

    10 days later, I received a telegram stating that

    I

    had to appear for an interview at Telco's Pune

    facility at the company's expense. I was taken

    aback by the telegram. My hostel mate told me I

    should use the opportunity to go to Pune free of

    cost and buy them the famous Pune saris for

    cheap! I collected Rs30 each from everyone who

    wanted a sari when I look back, I feel like

    laughing at the reasons for my going, but back

    then they seemed good enough to make the trip.

    It was my first visit to Pune and I immediately

    fell

    in love with the city.

    To this day it remains dear to me. I feel as much

    at home in Pune as I do in Hubli, my hometown.

    The place changed my life in so many ways. As

    directed, I went to Telco's Pimpri office for the

    interview.

    There were six people on the panel and I

    realized

    then that this was serious business.

    'This is the girl who wrote to JRD,' I heard

    somebody whisper as soon as I entered the

    room.

    By then I knew for sure that I would not get the

    job. The realization abolished all fear from my

    mind, so I was rather cool while the interview

    was

    being conducted.

    Even before the interview started, I reckoned

    the

    panel was biased, so I told them, rather

    impolitely, 'I hope this is only a technical

    interview.'

    They were taken aback by my rudeness, and

    even

    today I am ashamed about my attitude.

    The panel asked me technical questions and I

    answered all of them.

    Then an elderly gentleman with an affectionate

    voice told me, 'Do you know why we said lady

    candidates need not apply? The reason is that

    we

    have never employed any ladies on the shop

    floor. This is not a co-ed college; this is a

    factory.

    When it comes to academics, you are a first

    ranker throughout. We appreciate that, but

    people like you should work in research

    laboratories.

    I was a young girl from small-town Hubli. My

    world had been a limited place.

    I did not know the ways of large corporate

    houses

    and their difficulties, so I answered, 'But you

    must start somewhere, otherwise no woman will

    ever be able to work in your factories.'

    Finally, after a long interview, I was told I had

    been successful. So this was what the future had

    in store for me. Never had I thought I would

    take

    up a job in Pune. I met a shy young man from

    Karnataka there, we became good friends and we

    got married.

    It was only after joining Telco that I realized

    who

    JRD was: the uncrowned king of Indian industry.

    Now I was scared, but I did not get to meet him

    till I was transferred to Bombay. One day I had

    to

    show some reports to Mr Moolgaokar, our

    chairman, who we all knew as SM. I was in his

    office on the first floor of Bombay House (the

    Tata headquarters) when, suddenly JRD walked

    in.

    That was the first time I saw 'appro JRD'. Appro

    means 'our' in Gujarati. This was the affectionate

    term by which people at Bombay House called

    him.

    I was feeling very nervous, remembering my

    postcard episode. SM introduced me nicely, 'Jeh

    (that's what his close associates called him), this

    young woman is an engineer and that too a

    postgraduate.

    She is the first woman to work on the Telco

    shop

    floor.' JRD looked at me. I was praying he would

    not ask me any questions about my interview (or

    the postcard that preceded it).

    Thankfully, he didn't. Instead, he remarked. 'It

    is

    nice that girls are getting into engineering in our

    country. By the way, what is your name?'

    'When I joined Telco I was Sudha Kulkarni, Sir,' I

    replied. 'Now I am Sudha Murthy.' He smiled

    and

    kindly smile and started a discussion with SM. As

    for me, I almost ran out of the room.

    After that I used to see JRD on and off. He was

    the Tata Group chairman and I was merely an

    engineer. There was nothing that we had in

    common. I was in awe of him.

    One day I was waiting for Murthy, my husband,

    to pick me up after office hours. To my surprise

    I

    saw JRD standing next to me. I did not know

    how

    to react. Yet again I started worrying about that

    postcard. Looking back, I realize JRD had

    forgotten about it. It must have been a small

    incident for him, but not so for me.

    'Young lady, why are you here?' he asked. 'Office

    time is over.' I said, 'Sir, I'm waiting for my

    husband to come and pick me up.' JRD said, 'It

    is

    getting dark and there's no one in the corridor.

    I'll wait with you till your husband comes.'

    I was quite used to waiting for Murthy, but

    having JRD waiting alongside made me extremely

    uncomfortable.

    I was nervous. Out of the corner of my eye I

    looked at him. He wore a simple white pant and

    shirt. He was old, yet his face was glowing.

    There

    wasn't any air of superiority about him. I was

    thinking, 'Look at this person. He is a chairman,

    a

    well-respected man in our country and he is

    waiting for the sake of an ordinary employee.'

    Then I saw Murthy and I rushed out. JRD called

    and said, 'Young lady, tell your husband never to

    make his wife wait again.' In 1982 I had to

    resign

    from my job at Telco. I was reluctant to go, but

    I

    really did not have a choice. I was coming down

    the steps of Bombay House after wrapping up

    my

    final settlement when I saw JRD coming up. He

    was absorbed in thought. I wanted to say

    goodbye to him, so I stopped. He saw me and

    paused.

    Gently, he said, 'So what are you doing, Mrs.

    Kulkarni?' (That was the way he always

    addressed

    me.) 'Sir, I am leaving Telco.'

    'Where are you going?' he asked. 'Pune, Sir. My

    husband is starting a company called Infosys

    and

    I'm shifting to Pune.'

    'Oh! And what will you do when you are

    successful.'

    'Sir, I don't know whether we will be successful.'

    'Never start with diffidence,' he advised me

    'Always start with confidence. When you are

    successful you must give back to society. Society

    gives us so much; we must reciprocate. Wish

    you

    all the best.'

    Then JRD continued walking up the stairs. I

    stood

    there for what seemed like a millennium. That

    was the last time I saw him alive.

    Many years later I met Ratan Tata in the same

    Bombay House, occupying the chair JRD once

    did.

    I told him of my many sweet memories of

    working with Telco. Later, he wrote to me, 'It

    was

    nice hearing about Jeh from you.

    The sad part is that he's not alive to see you

    today.'

    I consider JRD a great man because, despite

    being

    an extremely busy person, he valued one

    postcard written by a young girl seeking justice.

    He must have received thousands of letters

    everyday. He could have thrown mine away, but

    he didn't do that. He respected the intentions of

    that unknown girl, who had neither influence

    nor

    money, and gave her an opportunity in his

    company. He did not merely give her a job; he

    changed her life and mindset forever.

    Close to 50 per cent of the students in today's

    engineering colleges are girls. And there are

    women on the shop floor in many industry

    segments. I see these changes and I think of JRD.

    If at all time stops and asks me what I want

    from

    life, I would say I wish JRD were alive today to

    see how the company we started has grown. He

    would have enjoyed it wholeheartedly.

    My love and respect for the House of Tata

    remains undiminished by the passage of time. I

    always looked up to JRD. I saw him as a role

    model for his simplicity, his generosity, his

    kindness and the care he took of his employees.

    Those blue eyes always reminded me of the sky;

    they had the same vastness and magnificence.

    (Sudha Murthy is a widely published writer and

    chairperson of the Infosys Foundation involved

    in

    a number of social development initiatives.

    Infosys chairman Narayana Murthy is her

    husband.)

    Article sourced from: Lasting Legacies (Tata

    Review- Special Commemorative Issue 2004),

    brought out by the house of Tatas to

    commemorate the 100th birth anniversary of

    JRD

    Tata on July 29, 2004

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  3. To Be 26 again!

     

    A man in his late forties was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching his wife, who was looking at herself in the mirror. Since her birthday was not far off he asked what she'd like to have for her birthday.

     

    'I'd like to be twenty six again', she replied, still looking in the mirror ..

     

    On the morning of her Birthday, he rose early, made her a nice big bowl of Coco Pops, and then took her to Adventure World theme park on a bike. What a day! He put her on every ride in the park; the Death Slide, the Wall of Fear, the Screaming Roller Coaster, everything.

     

    Five hours later they staggered out of the theme park. Her head was reeling and her stomach felt upside down. He then took her to the most happening pub where he ordered and danced body to body

     

    Then it was off to a movie, popcorn, a soda pop, and her favorite chocolate. What a fabulous adventure!

     

    Finally she wobbled home with her husband and collapsed into bed exhausted.

     

    He leaned over his wife with a big smile and lovingly asked, 'Well Dear, what was it like being 26 again?

     

    Her eyes slowly opened and her expression suddenly changed .

     

    'I meant my waist size, you Retard!!'

     

    Moral of the story: No matter how attentively you listen to a woman, you are gonna get it wrong!!

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  4. UNO reporting that Radamel Falcao was born in 1984. A document from his school showing he's 29 years old

     

     

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    :lol: Monaco got ripped off if this is true.Serves them sugar daddies right.

    How does that effect his performance?i bet he'd do great for 4 years at least.

    United bought RVP knowing he is 29,and that turned out great even though there were doubts of him being injury prone and all :P

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