<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19392544</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:44:57.832-08:00</updated><category term='Excuse'/><category term='sleeping'/><category term='hearing'/><category term='boss'/><category term='love'/><category term='Jokes'/><category term='comedy'/><category term='working'/><category term='funny answers'/><title type='text'>Smile Plz...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pradeep Prem Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636337089971744383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19392544.post-8453816858611446483</id><published>2009-05-29T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T08:00:16.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Join the queue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A man was leaving a cafe with his morning coffee when he noticed a most unusual funeral procession A funeral coffin was followed by a second one about 50 feet behind the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind the second coffin was a solitary man walking with a black dog. Behind him was a queue of 200 men walking in single line. The man couldn't stand his curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He approached the man walking with the dog, "I am so sorry for your loss, and I know now is a bad time to disturb you, but I've never seen a funeral like this with so many of you walking in single line. Whose funeral is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" The man replied, "Well, that first coffin is for my wife. " What happened to her? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, "My dog attacked and killed her. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He inquired further, "Well, who is in the second coffin? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man answered, "My mother-in-law. She was trying to help my wife when the dog attacked and killed her also. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thoughtful moment of silence passes between the two men.Then the first one asks in excitement "Can I borrow the dog? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied "&lt;strong&gt;Join the queue &lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19392544-8453816858611446483?l=smile-plz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/feeds/8453816858611446483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19392544&amp;postID=8453816858611446483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/8453816858611446483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/8453816858611446483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/2009/05/join-queue.html' title='Join the queue'/><author><name>Pradeep Prem Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636337089971744383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19392544.post-7853413360519618344</id><published>2009-02-11T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:04:04.497-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny answers'/><title type='text'>How to answer.... :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teacher : What happened in 1869? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Student: Gandhi ji was born. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teacher : What happened in 1873?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Student: Gandhiji was four years old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Question: What is the fullform of maths?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anwser: Mentaly affected teachers harrasing students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Because of Gandhiji's hard work what do we get on 15th August. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Student: A holiday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Tomorrow there will be a lecture on Sun. Everyone must attend it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Raju: No ma'm! I will not be able to attend it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teacher : Why? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Raju: My mother will not allow me to go so far!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: How old is ur father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sunny: As old as I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teacher: How is it possible?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sunny: He became father only after I was born. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teacher: (1)There is a frog,(2)Ship is sinking, (3)potatoes cost Rs 3/kg. Then,what is my age?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;STUDENT:32 yrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teacher: How do you know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;STUDENT: Well,my sister is 16 yrs old and she is half mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Where does God live?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Little boy: I think he lives in our bathroom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teacher: Why do you say that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Little boy: Well, every morning my daddy bangs on the door and says, ' God, are you still in there?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19392544-7853413360519618344?l=smile-plz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/feeds/7853413360519618344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19392544&amp;postID=7853413360519618344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/7853413360519618344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/7853413360519618344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-to-answer.html' title='How to answer.... :-)'/><author><name>Pradeep Prem Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636337089971744383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19392544.post-761495687550985846</id><published>2008-12-03T07:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:35:31.519-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Mixed comedy....</title><content type='html'>Thalivar: Andha TV mela case podanum.. &lt;br /&gt;Thondan: Ean thalaiva?? &lt;br /&gt;Thalivar: Nama katchi arambichadha Vilayattu seidhigal-la potrukkan..   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar Son: O God! Please make Newyork the capital of Punjab. &lt;br /&gt;Sardar: Why are you praying for that? &lt;br /&gt;Sardar Son: That is what I have written in my exam...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are Egyptian's children always confused?? Because after death, their  daddy becomes the Mummy!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar1: Train kandupidichadu nallatha pochu.. &lt;br /&gt;Sardar2: yaen?? &lt;br /&gt;Sardar1: illaina thandavalam yellam veena poirukkum...!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Can you tell me something about Raja Ram Mohan Roy? &lt;br /&gt;Saradji: They were 4 best friends..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19392544-761495687550985846?l=smile-plz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/feeds/761495687550985846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19392544&amp;postID=761495687550985846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/761495687550985846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/761495687550985846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/2008/12/mixed-comedy.html' title='Mixed comedy....'/><author><name>Pradeep Prem Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636337089971744383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19392544.post-6985437719808138166</id><published>2008-12-03T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:31:52.688-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working'/><title type='text'>Honest Excuse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2v8ihk9ZVA/STamPC8hg9I/AAAAAAAAAeo/GZVvJSLZYoQ/s1600-h/Excuse.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275586790930088914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2v8ihk9ZVA/STamPC8hg9I/AAAAAAAAAeo/GZVvJSLZYoQ/s320/Excuse.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19392544-6985437719808138166?l=smile-plz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/feeds/6985437719808138166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19392544&amp;postID=6985437719808138166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/6985437719808138166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/6985437719808138166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/2008/12/honest-excuse.html' title='Honest Excuse'/><author><name>Pradeep Prem Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636337089971744383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2v8ihk9ZVA/STamPC8hg9I/AAAAAAAAAeo/GZVvJSLZYoQ/s72-c/Excuse.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19392544.post-1096649532253838166</id><published>2008-12-03T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:27:28.380-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hearing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Boss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;In Memory of all those who love their bosses !&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;A guy phones up his Boss, but gets the bosses' wife instead. "I'm afraid he died last week." she explains. The next day the man calls again and asks for the boss. "I told you" the wife replies, "he died last week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day he calls again and once more asks to Speak to his boss. By this time the wife is getting upset and shouts, "I'VE ALREADY TOLD YOU TWICE, MY HUSBAND, YOUR BOSS, DIED LAST WEEK! WHY DO YOU KEEP CALLING?"&lt;br /&gt;He replied laughing, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I just love hearing it..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19392544-1096649532253838166?l=smile-plz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/feeds/1096649532253838166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19392544&amp;postID=1096649532253838166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/1096649532253838166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/1096649532253838166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/2008/12/boss.html' title='Boss!'/><author><name>Pradeep Prem Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636337089971744383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19392544.post-3826029835806011296</id><published>2008-10-27T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:13:29.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Opportunity knocks....</title><content type='html'>A man with a gun goes into a bank and demands their money.    Once he is given the money, he turns to a customer and asks, "Did you see me rob this bank?" The man replied, "Yes sir, I did." The robber then shot him in the temper , killing him instantly. He then turned to a couple standing next to him and asked the man, "Did you see me rob this bank?" The man replied, "&lt;strong&gt;No sir, I didn't, but my wife did!&lt;/strong&gt;" :-)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Opportunity knocks.... MAKE USE OF IT !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19392544-3826029835806011296?l=smile-plz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/feeds/3826029835806011296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19392544&amp;postID=3826029835806011296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/3826029835806011296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/3826029835806011296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-opportunity-knocks.html' title='When Opportunity knocks....'/><author><name>Pradeep Prem Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636337089971744383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19392544.post-3956710524336016641</id><published>2008-03-18T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T04:41:09.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Husbands are husbands...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A man was sitting reading his papers when his wife hit him round thehead with a frying pan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"What was that for?" the man asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The wife replied "That was for the piece of paper with the name Jenny onit that I found in your pants pocket".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The man then said "When I was at the races last week Jenny was the nameof the horse I bet on"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The wife apologized and went on with the housework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Three days later the man is watching TV when his wife bashes him on thehead with an even bigger frying pan, knocking him unconscious.Upon re-gaining consciousness the man asked why she had hit again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wife replied. "Your horse phoned"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19392544-3956710524336016641?l=smile-plz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/feeds/3956710524336016641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19392544&amp;postID=3956710524336016641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/3956710524336016641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/3956710524336016641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/2008/03/husbands-are-husbands.html' title='Husbands are husbands...'/><author><name>Pradeep Prem Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636337089971744383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19392544.post-8485800505655327211</id><published>2008-03-12T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T02:13:03.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret behind married life....</title><content type='html'>Once X asked Y, "What is the secret behind your happy married life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y said, "You should share responsibilities with due love and respect to each other. Then absolutely there will be no problems."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X asked, "Can you explain?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y said, "In my house, I take decisions on bigger issues where as my wife decides on smaller issues. We do not interfere in each other's decisions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not convinced, X asked Y "Give me some examples"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y said," Smaller issues like which car we should buy, how much amount to save, when to visit home town, which Sofa, air conditioner,refrigerator to buy, monthly expenses, whether to keep a maid or not are decided by my wife. I just agree to it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X asked, "Then what is your role?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y said," My decisions are only for very big issues. Like whether America should attack Iran, whether Britain should lift sanction over Zimbabwe, whether to widen African economy, whether Sachin Tendulkar should retire etc etc. Do you know one thing, my wife &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEVER objects&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to any of these".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19392544-8485800505655327211?l=smile-plz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/feeds/8485800505655327211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19392544&amp;postID=8485800505655327211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/8485800505655327211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/8485800505655327211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/2008/03/secret-behind-married-life.html' title='Secret behind married life....'/><author><name>Pradeep Prem Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636337089971744383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19392544.post-2995884340110393323</id><published>2008-03-06T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T06:58:13.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven....</title><content type='html'>An American decided to write a book about famous churches around the World.So he bought a plane ticket and took a trip to China .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his first day he was inside a church taking photographs when heNoticed a golden telephone mounted on the wall with a sign that read "$10,000 per call".The American, being intrigued, asked a priest who was strolling by what The telephone was used for. The priest replied that it was a direct line to heaven and that for$10,000 you could talk to God.The American thanked the priest and went along his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was in Japan ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, at a very large cathedral, he saw the Same golden telephonewith the same sign under it. He wondered if this was the same kind of telephone he saw in China andHe asked a nearby nun what its purpose was. She told him that it was a direct line to heaven and that for $10,000 HeCould talk to God. "O.K., thank you," said the American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then traveled to Pakistan , Srilanka , Russia , Germany and France .. In every church he saw the same golden telephone with the same "$10,000Per call" sign under it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American, upon leaving Vermont decided to travel to up to India to See if Indians had the same phone. He arrived in India , and again, in the first church he entered, thereWas the same golden telephone, but thi s time the sign under it read "OneRupee per call."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American wassurprised so he asked the priest about the sign. "Father, I've traveled all over World and I've seen this same golden Telephone in many churches. I'm told that it is a direct line to Heaven,But in the US the price was $10,000 per call.Why is it so cheap here?" Readers, it is your turn........ 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The priest smiled and answered, "You're in India now, Son - it's a Local Call ".This is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;only heaven on the Earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19392544-2995884340110393323?l=smile-plz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/feeds/2995884340110393323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19392544&amp;postID=2995884340110393323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/2995884340110393323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/2995884340110393323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/2008/03/heaven.html' title='Heaven....'/><author><name>Pradeep Prem Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636337089971744383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19392544.post-7128337801474085856</id><published>2008-03-06T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T06:54:13.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighter side of poems....</title><content type='html'>Roses are red, violets are blue    &lt;br /&gt;Monkeys like you,  should be kept in the Zoo                                                      &lt;br /&gt;Don't feel so angry, you will find me there too                            &lt;br /&gt;Not in a cage but laughing at you...            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle Twinkle little star                                                  &lt;br /&gt;You should know what you are                                              &lt;br /&gt;And once you know what you are                                            &lt;br /&gt;Mental hospital is not so far.    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The rain makes all things beautiful.                                      &lt;br /&gt;The grass and flowers too.                                                &lt;br /&gt;If rain makes all things beautiful                                        &lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't it rain on you?                                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote your name on sand it got washed.                                  &lt;br /&gt;I wrote your name in air, it was blown away.                              &lt;br /&gt;then ~ I wrote your name on my heart And....&lt;br /&gt;I got a heart attack straight away...                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God saw me hungry, HE created pizza.&lt;br /&gt;HE saw me thirsty, HE created Pepsi                                        &lt;br /&gt;HE saw me in dark, HE created light                                        &lt;br /&gt;HE saw me without problems, HE created YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19392544-7128337801474085856?l=smile-plz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/feeds/7128337801474085856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19392544&amp;postID=7128337801474085856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/7128337801474085856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/7128337801474085856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/2008/03/lighter-side-of-poems.html' title='Lighter side of poems....'/><author><name>Pradeep Prem Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636337089971744383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19392544.post-6538473933897265778</id><published>2007-05-23T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T03:11:46.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch :-)</title><content type='html'>A gujrati, a Madrasi and a sardar Guy were doing construction work on scaffolding on the 20th floor of a building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were eating lunch and the gujju said, "dhokla! If I get dhokla one more time for lunch, I'm going to jump off this building."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Madrasi opened his lunch box and exclaimed, "idli sambhar again! If I get idli sambhar one more time I'm going to jump off too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The sardar opened his lunch and said, parotha again! If I get a parotha one more time, I'm jumping too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the gujju opened his lunch box, saw dhokla, and jumped to his death.The Madrasi opened his lunch, saw a idli sambhar, and jumped, too.The sardar guy opened his lunch, saw the parotha and jumped to his death as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the funeral, the gujju's wife was weeping. She said, "If I'd known how really tired he was of dhokla, I never would have given it to him again!"The Madrasi's wife also wept and said, "I could have given him dossa ! I didn't realize he hated idli sambhar so much." Everyone turned and stared at the sardar's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sardar's wife said, " Don't look at me. He makes his own lunch."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19392544-6538473933897265778?l=smile-plz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/feeds/6538473933897265778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19392544&amp;postID=6538473933897265778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/6538473933897265778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/6538473933897265778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/2007/05/lunch.html' title='Lunch :-)'/><author><name>Pradeep Prem Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636337089971744383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19392544.post-115848186026470030</id><published>2006-09-17T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T01:31:00.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you commit a mistake, go to your elders,&lt;br /&gt;They will give you sound advice……&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;99% SOUND 1% ADVICE ……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19392544-115848186026470030?l=smile-plz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/feeds/115848186026470030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19392544&amp;postID=115848186026470030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/115848186026470030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/115848186026470030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/2006/09/sound-advice.html' title='Sound Advice'/><author><name>Pradeep Prem Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636337089971744383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19392544.post-115773204112295535</id><published>2006-09-08T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T09:14:01.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Telephone Bill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The phone bill was exceptionally high and the man of the house called a family meeting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad:&lt;/strong&gt;  People this is unacceptable.  You have to limit the use of the phone.  I do not use this phone; I use the one at the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum:&lt;/strong&gt;  Same here, I hardly use this home telephone as I use my work telephone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Son:&lt;/strong&gt; Me too, I never use the home phone. I always use my company mobile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maid:&lt;/strong&gt;  So what is the problem?  We all use our work telephones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19392544-115773204112295535?l=smile-plz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/feeds/115773204112295535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19392544&amp;postID=115773204112295535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/115773204112295535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/115773204112295535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/2006/09/telephone-bill.html' title='Telephone Bill'/><author><name>Pradeep Prem Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636337089971744383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19392544.post-115545848788128256</id><published>2006-08-13T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T01:41:27.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you reading the signs right ??</title><content type='html'>TOILET OUT OF ORDER.PLEASE USE FLOOR BELOW&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;In a Laundromat:&lt;br /&gt;AUTOMATIC WASHING MACHINES:PLEASE REMOVE ALL YOUR CLOTHES WHEN THE LIGHT GOES OUT&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;In a London department store:&lt;br /&gt;BARGAIN BASEMENT UPSTAIRS&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;In an office:&lt;br /&gt;WOULD THE PERSON WHO TOOK THE STEP LADDER YESTERDAY PLEASE BRING IT BACK OR FURTHER STEPS WILL BE TAKEN&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;In an office:AFTER TEA BREAK STAFF SHOULD EMPTY THE TEAPOTAND STAND UPSIDE DOWN ON THE DRAINING BOARD&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Outside a secondhand shop:&lt;br /&gt;WE EXCHANGE ANYTHING - BICYCLES, WASHING MACHINES, ETC. WHY NOT BRING YOUR WIFE ALONG AND GET A WONDERFUL BARGAIN?&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Notice in health food shop window:&lt;br /&gt;CLOSED DUE TO ILLNESS&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Spotted in a safari park:&lt;br /&gt;ELEPHANTS PLEASE STAY IN YOUR CAR&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Seen during a conference:&lt;br /&gt;FOR ANYONE WHO HAS CHILDREN AND DOESN'T KNOW IT, THERE IS A DAY CARE ON THE 1ST FLOOR&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Notice in a Farmer's field:&lt;br /&gt;THE FARMER ALLOWS WALKERS TO CROSS THE FIELD FOR FREE, BUT THE BULL CHARGES.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Message on a Leaflet:&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU CANNOT READ,THIS LEAFLET WILL TELL YOU HOW TO GET LESSONS&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;On a repair shop door:&lt;br /&gt;WE CAN REPAIR ANYTHING.(PLEASE KNOCK HARD ON THE DOOR - THE BELL DOESNot work .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19392544-115545848788128256?l=smile-plz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/feeds/115545848788128256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19392544&amp;postID=115545848788128256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/115545848788128256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/115545848788128256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/2006/08/are-you-reading-signs-right.html' title='Are you reading the signs right ??'/><author><name>Pradeep Prem Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636337089971744383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19392544.post-113552475942025484</id><published>2005-12-25T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T07:34:41.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thatuvangal !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adayar AnandhaBhavanoda Branch Neraya edathula irukuthu&lt;br /&gt;Ana Adayar Aala marathoda Branch Adayar la mattum than irukuthu!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bus poita bus stand angayae thaan irukum.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aana cycle poita cycle stand koodavae poogum.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Train evlo vegama ponalum kadaisi petti kadaisiyathan varum!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poison 10 naal aana payasam aaha mudiyaadhu........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, payasam 10 naal aana poison aahidum!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19392544-113552475942025484?l=smile-plz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/feeds/113552475942025484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19392544&amp;postID=113552475942025484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/113552475942025484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/113552475942025484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/2005/12/thatuvangal.html' title='Thatuvangal !!!'/><author><name>Pradeep Prem Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636337089971744383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19392544.post-113404583129053016</id><published>2005-12-08T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T04:43:51.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little boy</title><content type='html'>One day, the phone rang, and a little boy answered.&lt;br /&gt;'May I speak to your parents?''They're busy.&lt;br /&gt;''Oh. Is anybody else there?''The police.''&lt;br /&gt;"Can I speak to them?''They're busy.''&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Is anybody else there?''The firemen.&lt;br /&gt;''Can I speak to them?''They're busy.&lt;br /&gt;''So let me get this straight -- your parents, the police, and the firemen are there, but they're all busy?&lt;br /&gt;What are they doing?'' Looking for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19392544-113404583129053016?l=smile-plz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/feeds/113404583129053016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19392544&amp;postID=113404583129053016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/113404583129053016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/113404583129053016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/2005/12/little-boy.html' title='Little boy'/><author><name>Pradeep Prem Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636337089971744383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19392544.post-113395736955538271</id><published>2005-12-07T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T04:09:29.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Jhonny...</title><content type='html'>TEACHER: Why are you late?&lt;br /&gt;L-JOHNY: Because of the sign.&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: What sign?&lt;br /&gt;L-JOHNY: The one that says, "School Ahead, Go Slow."&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Johny, why are you doing your maths sums on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;L-JOHNY: You told me to do it without using tables!&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Johny, how do you spell "crocodile"?&lt;br /&gt;L-JOHNY: "K-R-O-K-O-D-A-I-L"&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: No, that's wrong&lt;br /&gt;L-JOHNY: Maybe it's wrong, but you ask me how I spell it!&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: What is the chemical formula for water?&lt;br /&gt;L-JOHNY: "HIJKLMNO"!!&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;L-JOHNY: Yesterday you said it's H to O!&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: George, go to the map and find North America.&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE: Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Correct. Now, Johny, who discovered America?&lt;br /&gt;L-JOHNY: George!&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Johny, name one important thing we have today that we didn't have ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;L-JOHNY: Me!&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Johny, why do you always get so dirty?&lt;br /&gt;L-JOHNY: Well, I'm a lot closer to the ground then you are.&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-JOHNY: Dad, can you write in the dark?&lt;br /&gt;FATHER: I think so. What do you want me To write?&lt;br /&gt;L-JOHNY: Your name on this report card.&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: How can you prevent diseases caused by biting insects?&lt;br /&gt;L-JOHNY: Don't bite any.&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Johny, give me a sentence starting with "I".&lt;br /&gt;L-JOHNY: I is...&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: No, Johny. Always say, "I am."&lt;br /&gt;L-JOHNY: All right... "I am the ninth letter of the alphabet."&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "Can anybody give an example of COINCIDENCE?"&lt;br /&gt;L-Johnny : "Sir, my Mother and Father got married on the sameday sametime."&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "George Washington not only chopped down his father's Cherry tree, but also admitted doing it. Now do you know why his father didn't punish him?"&lt;br /&gt;L-Johnny : "Because George still had the axe in his hand."&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-Johnny : Daddy, have you ever been to Egypt?&lt;br /&gt;Father : No. Why do you ask that?&lt;br /&gt;L-Johnny : Well, where did you get THIS mummy then?&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : What a pair of strange socks you are wearing, one is green and one is blue with red spots!&lt;br /&gt;L-Johnny: Yes it's really strange. I've got another pair of the same at home.&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Now, children, if I saw a man beating a donkey and stopped him,what virtue would I be showing?&lt;br /&gt;L-Johnny: Brotherly love.&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Now, Johny, tell me frankly do you say prayers before eating?&lt;br /&gt;L-Johnny : No sir, I don't have to, my mom is a good cook.&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Johny, your composition on "My Dog" is exactly the same as your brother's. Did u copy his?&lt;br /&gt;L-Johnny: No, teacher, it's the same dog!&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: What do you call a person who ! keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?&lt;br /&gt;L-Johnny : A teacher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19392544-113395736955538271?l=smile-plz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/feeds/113395736955538271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19392544&amp;postID=113395736955538271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/113395736955538271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/113395736955538271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/2005/12/little-jhonny.html' title='Little Jhonny...'/><author><name>Pradeep Prem Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636337089971744383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19392544.post-113395691444493063</id><published>2005-12-07T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T04:01:54.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boss first....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A junior manager, a senior manager and their boss are on their way to a meeting. On their way through a park, they come across a wonder lamp.They rub the lamp and a ghost appears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The ghost says, "Normally, one is granted three wishes but as you are three, I will allow one wish each" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So the eager senior manager shouted, I want the first  wish. I want to be in the Bahamas, on a fast boat and have no worries."Pfufffff, and he was gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now the junior manager could not keep quiet and shouted "I want to be in Florida with beautiful girls, plenty of food and cocktails. "Pfufffff, and he was also gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The boss calmly said," I want these two idiots back in the office after lunch at 12.35pm"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moral :  "Always allow the boss to speak first"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19392544-113395691444493063?l=smile-plz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/feeds/113395691444493063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19392544&amp;postID=113395691444493063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/113395691444493063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/113395691444493063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/2005/12/boss-first.html' title='Boss first....'/><author><name>Pradeep Prem Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636337089971744383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19392544.post-113395583870906483</id><published>2005-12-07T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T03:43:58.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A motorist was driving down the highway and all of a sudden he hit a sparrow. He pulled over, picked the poor sparrow who was still alive, but unconscious. He decided to take him home. When the motorist got home, he put the sparrow in a cage, leaving him some bread and water inside. When the sparrow regained consciousness, he looked around and said:  &lt;br /&gt; "Bars, bread, water...Oh my God!! I have killed the motorist!!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19392544-113395583870906483?l=smile-plz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/feeds/113395583870906483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19392544&amp;postID=113395583870906483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/113395583870906483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/113395583870906483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/2005/12/sparrow.html' title='Sparrow'/><author><name>Pradeep Prem Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636337089971744383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19392544.post-113395530445404258</id><published>2005-12-07T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T03:35:04.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a second</title><content type='html'>He said, "God!?"&lt;br /&gt;God responded, "Yes?"&lt;br /&gt;And the guy said, "Can I ask a question?"&lt;br /&gt;"Go right ahead," God said.&lt;br /&gt;"God, what is a million years to you?"&lt;br /&gt;God said, "a million years to me is only a second."&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm," the man wondered. Then he asked, "God, what is a million dollars worth to you?"&lt;br /&gt;God said, "a million dollars to me is as a penny."&lt;br /&gt;So the man said, "God. can I have a penny?"&lt;br /&gt;And God cheerfully said, "Sure!!.....just a second."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19392544-113395530445404258?l=smile-plz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/feeds/113395530445404258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19392544&amp;postID=113395530445404258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/113395530445404258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/113395530445404258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-second.html' title='Just a second'/><author><name>Pradeep Prem Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636337089971744383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19392544.post-113395284786132233</id><published>2005-12-07T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T02:54:08.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t mess with a child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales. The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small. The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale. Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The little girl said, "When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The teacher asked, "What if Jonah went to hell?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The little girl replied, "Then you ask him". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head.&lt;br /&gt;She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked,&lt;br /&gt;"Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?"&lt;br /&gt;Her mother replied, "Well, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white."&lt;br /&gt;The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said, "Momma, how come ALL of grandma's hairs are white?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples.&lt;br /&gt;The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray: "Take only ONE. God is watching."&lt;br /&gt;Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chipcookies.&lt;br /&gt;A child had written a note, "Take all you want. God is watching the apples. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19392544-113395284786132233?l=smile-plz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/feeds/113395284786132233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19392544&amp;postID=113395284786132233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/113395284786132233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/113395284786132233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/2005/12/dont-mess-with-child.html' title='Don’t mess with a child'/><author><name>Pradeep Prem Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636337089971744383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19392544.post-113395210899527456</id><published>2005-12-07T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T02:41:49.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sardarji - The Kidnapper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was a Sardarji who was down on his luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In order to raise somemoney he decided to kidnap a kid and hold him for ransom. He went to theplayground, grabbed a kid, took him behind a tree, and told him, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I'vekidnapped you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Sardarji then wrote a note saying:"I've kidnapped your kid. Tomorrow morning, put Rs.2,00,000 in a paperbag &amp; put it beneath the mango tree next to the slide on the north sideof the city playground".Signed,"A Sardarji".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The sardarji then pinned the note to the kid's shirt and sent him hometo show it to his parents. The next morning the Sardarji checked, andsure enough a paper bag was sitting beneath the mango tree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Sardarjiopened up the bag and found the Rs.2,00,000 in cash with a note saying,"How can a sardarji do this to a fellow Sardarji? Please leave my son".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19392544-113395210899527456?l=smile-plz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/feeds/113395210899527456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19392544&amp;postID=113395210899527456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/113395210899527456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/113395210899527456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/2005/12/sardarji-kidnapper.html' title='Sardarji - The Kidnapper'/><author><name>Pradeep Prem Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636337089971744383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19392544.post-113395120904463863</id><published>2005-12-07T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T02:26:49.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Phone and Man</title><content type='html'>Cellula balance illana call panna mudiyathu....&lt;br /&gt;Aaana....&lt;br /&gt;Manushanukku call illana,Balance panna mudiyathu....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19392544-113395120904463863?l=smile-plz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/feeds/113395120904463863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19392544&amp;postID=113395120904463863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/113395120904463863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/113395120904463863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/2005/12/cell-phone-and-man.html' title='Cell Phone and Man'/><author><name>Pradeep Prem Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636337089971744383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19392544.post-113363807911147674</id><published>2005-12-03T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T11:27:59.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BEST OF WORST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;THE WORST HIJACKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We shall never know the identity of the man who in 1976 made the mostunsuccessful hijack attempt ever. On a flight across America, he rosefrom his seat, drew gun and took the stewardess hostage. "Take me toDetroit," he demanded. "We're already going to Detroit," she replied."Oh good," he said, and sat down again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;THE WORST BANK ROBBERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In August 1975 three men were on their way in to rob the Royal Bank ofScotland at Rothesay, when they got stuck in the revolving doors. Theyhad to be helped free by the staff and, after thanking everyone,sheepishly left the building. A few minutes later they returned andannounced their intention of robbing the bank, but none of the staffbelieved them. When they demanded 5,000 pounds in cash, the headcashier laughed at them, convinced that it was a practical joke. Thenone of the men jumped over the counter, but fell to the floor clutchinghis ankle. The other two tried to make their getaway, but got trapped inthe revolving doors again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;THE WORST ANIMAL RESCUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During the firemen's strike of1978, the British Army had taken overemergency fire fighting and on 14 January they were called out by anelderly lady in South London to retrieve her cat which had becometrapped up a tree. They arrived with impressive haste and soondischarged their duty. So grateful was the lady that she invited themall in for tea. Driving off later, with fond farewells completed, they ran over the cat and killed it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;LAWYERS VS INSURANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the best lawyer story of the year, decade, and probably thecentury. A Charlotte, NC, lawyer purchased a box of very rare andexpensive cigars, then insured them against fire among other things.Within a month having smoked his entire stockpile of these great cigarsand without yet having made even his first premium payment on thepolicy, the lawyer filed a claim against the insurance company. In hisclaim, the lawyer stated the cigars were lost "in a series of smallfires." The insurance company refused to pay, citing the obvious reason:that the man had consumed the cigars in the normal fashion. The lawyersued .. and won!In delivering the ruling, the judge agreed with the insurance companythat the claim was frivolous. The Judge stated, nevertheless, that thelawyer held a policy from the company in which it had warranted that thecigars were insurable and also guaranteed that it would insure themagainst fire, without defining what is considered to be unacceptablefire, and was obligated to pay the claim. Rather than endure lengthy andcostly appeal process, the insurance company accepted the ruling andpaid $15,000 to the lawyer for his loss of the rare cigars lost in the"fires."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW FOR THE BEST PART...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the lawyer cashed the check, the insurance company had himarrested on 24 counts of ARSON!!!! With his own insurance claim andtestimony from the previous case being used against him, the lawyer wasconvicted of intentionally burning his insured property and wassentenced 24 months in jail and a $24,000 fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19392544-113363807911147674?l=smile-plz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/feeds/113363807911147674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19392544&amp;postID=113363807911147674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/113363807911147674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/113363807911147674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/2005/12/best-of-worst.html' title='THE BEST OF WORST'/><author><name>Pradeep Prem Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636337089971744383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19392544.post-113363755670431391</id><published>2005-12-03T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T11:19:16.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sardarji Jokes!</title><content type='html'>&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Sardar: I hav'nt slept all night in the train.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Friend: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Sardar: Got upper berth.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Friend: Why didn't you exchange?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Sardar: Oye yaar, there was nobody to exchange in the lower berth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;A Teacher lecturing on population - "In India after Every 10 sec a woman gives birth to a kid." A Sardar stands up- "We must find &amp; stop her!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Teacher: "I killed a person" convert this sentence into future tense.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Sardar:    The future tense is "u will go to jail"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Sardarji was filling up application form for a job. He was not sure as to what to be filled in column "Salary Expected". After much thought he wrote :    Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Sardar told his servant: "Go and water the plants.  "&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Servant: It"s already raining."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Sardar: "So what, take an umbrella and go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Sardar found the answer to the most difficult question ever. What will come first, Chicken or egg? "Oye Yaar, what ever u order first will come first !!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Sardar at an Art Gallery: "I suppose this horrible looking thing is what you call modern art ?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Art dealer: "I beg your pardon sir, that's a mirror !!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Sardar was writing something very slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Friend asked:" Why r u writing so slowly?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Sardar: "I'm writing to my 6 yr old son, he can't read very fast."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19392544-113363755670431391?l=smile-plz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/feeds/113363755670431391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19392544&amp;postID=113363755670431391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/113363755670431391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/113363755670431391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/2005/12/sardarji-jokes.html' title='Sardarji Jokes!'/><author><name>Pradeep Prem Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636337089971744383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19392544.post-113320358342478338</id><published>2005-11-28T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T10:46:23.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Email from Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A man checked into a hotel. There was a computer in his room, so he decided to send an e-mail to his wife. However, he accidentally typed wrong e-mail address, and without realizing his error, he sent the e-mail.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meanwhile.....somewhere in Houston, a widow had just returned home from her husband's funeral. The widow decided to check her e-mail, expecting messages from relatives and friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After reading the first message, she fainted. The widow's son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen which read:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To:&lt;br /&gt;My Loving Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: I've Reached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 05&lt;br /&gt;May 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know you're surprised to hear from me. They have computers here now, and you are allowed to send e-mails to your loved ones.I've just reached and have been checked in. I see that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing you then! Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19392544-113320358342478338?l=smile-plz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/feeds/113320358342478338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19392544&amp;postID=113320358342478338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/113320358342478338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/113320358342478338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/2005/11/email-from-heaven.html' title='Email from Heaven'/><author><name>Pradeep Prem Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636337089971744383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19392544.post-113320343329980199</id><published>2005-11-28T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T10:43:53.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Employee and Boss</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I Take a long time to finish, I am slow,    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my boss takes a long time, he is thorough,   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I don't do it, I am lazy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;When my boss does not do it, he is busy,   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I do something without being told, I am trying to be smart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;When my boss does the same, he takes the initiative,   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I please my boss, I am apple polishing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;When my boss pleases his boss, he is cooperating,   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I make a mistake, I am an idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;When my boss makes a mistake, he's only human.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I am out of the office, I am wandering ! around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;When my boss is out of the office, he's on business.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I am on a day off sick, I am always sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;When my boss is a day off sick, he must be very ill.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I apply for leave, I must be going for an interview&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;When my boss applies for leave, it's because he's overworked   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I do good, my boss never remembers,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;When I do wrong, he never forgets&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19392544-113320343329980199?l=smile-plz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/feeds/113320343329980199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19392544&amp;postID=113320343329980199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/113320343329980199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/113320343329980199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/2005/11/employee-and-boss.html' title='Employee and Boss'/><author><name>Pradeep Prem Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636337089971744383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19392544.post-113320318490608179</id><published>2005-11-28T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T10:39:44.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Software engineer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this good old barber in Miami in US.&lt;br /&gt;One day a florist goes to him for a haircut. After the cut, he goes to  Pay the barber and the barber replies: 'I am sorry, I cannot accept  money  From you; I am doing a Community Service'. Floristis happy and  leaves the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning when the Barber goes to open his shop, there is a  Thank You Card and a dozen roses waiting at his door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Confectioner goes for a haircut and he also goes to pay the barber he again refuses to take the money. The Confectioner is happy and leaves the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning when the Barber goes to open his shop, there is a Thank you Card and a dozen Cakes waiting at his door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Software Engineer goes for a haircut and he also goes to pay the barber again refuses the money saying that it was a community service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning when the Barber goes to open his shop, guess what he finds there. ..... .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scroll down to know....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Dozen Software engineers waiting for a free haircut. . .with printout of mail mentioning about free haircut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19392544-113320318490608179?l=smile-plz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/feeds/113320318490608179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19392544&amp;postID=113320318490608179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/113320318490608179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/113320318490608179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/2005/11/software-engineer.html' title='Software engineer'/><author><name>Pradeep Prem Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636337089971744383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19392544.post-113320297699504647</id><published>2005-11-28T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T10:36:17.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why and What is in this blog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We usually get lot of forwards from our friends, we do keep the mails but when we want to read soemthing then we need to search for it, so I thought of putting all forwards which I am getting with good messages in to this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So this blog might contain information or messages which may be in the other websites too, but this I maintain for my reference and to consolidate good messages so that any one can read. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19392544-113320297699504647?l=smile-plz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/feeds/113320297699504647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19392544&amp;postID=113320297699504647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/113320297699504647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19392544/posts/default/113320297699504647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-plz.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-and-what-is-in-this-blog.html' title='Why and What is in this blog?'/><author><name>Pradeep Prem Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636337089971744383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
