President Bush is rehearsing his speech for the Beijing 2008
Olympic Games.

He begins his remarks with "Ooo! Ooo! Ooo! Ooo! Ooo!"

Immediately his speech writer rushes over and whispers in the
President's ear: "Mr. President, those are the Olympic rings. Your
speech is underneath!"

For 2 years a man was having an affair with an
Italian woman.

One night, she confided in him that she was
pregnant. Not wanting to ruin his reputation
or his marriage, He paid her a large sum of
money if she would go to Italy to secretly have
the child. If she stayed in Italy to raise the child,
he would also provide child support until the child
turned 18.

She agreed, but asked how he would know when the
baby was born. To keep it discrete, he told her to
simply mail him a post card, and write 'Spaghetti'
on the back. He would then arrange for the child
support payments to begin.

One day, about 9 months later, he came home to his
confused wife.
'Honey!,' she said, 'you received a very strange
post card today.'
'Oh, just give it to me and I'll explain it
later,' he said. The wife obeyed and watched as
her husband read the card, turned white,
and fainted.

On the card was written:
Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti. Three with meatballs, two without. Send extra sauce.'

Boss said to secretary: For a week we will go abroad,
so make arrangement.

Secretary make call to Husband: For a week my boss and
I will be going abroad, you look after yourself.

Husband make call to secret lover: My wife is going
abroad for a week, so lets spend the week together.

Secret lover make call to small boy whom she is giving
private tution: I have work for a week, so you need
not come for class.

Small boy make call to his grandfather: Grandpa, for a
week I don't have class 'coz my teacher is busy. Lets
spend the week together.

Grandpa make call to his secretary: This week I am
spending my time with my grandson. We cannot attend
that meeting.

Secretary make call to her husband: This week my boss
has some work, we cancelled our trip.

Husband make call to secret lover: We cannot spend
this week together, my wife has cancelled her trip.

Secret lover make call to small boy whom she is giving
private tution: This week we will have class as usual.

Small boy make call to his grandfather: Grandpa, my
teacher said this week I have to attend class. Sorry I
can't give you company.

Grandpa make call to his secretary: Don't worry this
week we will attend that meeting, so make arrangement .

A man feared his wife wasn't hearing as well as she used to and he thought
she might need a hearing aid.
Not quite sure how to approach her, he called the family Doctor to
discuss the problem. The Doctor told him
there is a simple informal test the husband could perform to give the
Doctor a better idea about her hearing loss.
Here's what you do,' said the Doctor, 'stand about 40 feet away from
her, and in a normal conversational speaking tone see if she hears
you. If not, go to 30 feet, then 20 feet, and s o on until you get a
response.'
That evening, the wife is in the kitchen cooking dinner, and he was
in the den. He says to himself, 'I'm about 40 feet away, let's see
what happens.' Then in a normal tone he asks, 'Honey, what's for
dinner?'
No response.
So the husband moves to closer to the kitchen, about 30 feet from his
wife and repeats, 'Honey, what's for dinner?'
Still no response.
Next he moves into the dining room where he is about 20 feet from his
wife and asks, Honey what's for dinner?'
Again he gets no response so,
He walks up to the kitchen door, about 10 feet away. 'Honey, what's
for dinner?'
Again there is no response.
So he walks right up behind her. 'Honey, what's for dinner?'
'James, for the FIFTH time I've said, CHICKEN!'

Moral of the story:
The problem may not be with the other person as we always think, could be very much within us..!

i saw u sitting and crying..
so i asked u why ?
u dint answer..
i tried to hold ur hand..
but u walked away... wiping ur tears
then i realized we were sitting on my GRAVE !

Ek Din Aap Yoon Humko Mil Jayenge
Phool Hi Phool Raahon Mein Khil Jayenge
Maine Socha Na Tha ....

Ek Din Aap Yoon Humko Mil Jayenge
Phool Hi Phool Raahon Mein Khil Jayenge
Maine Socha Na Tha ...

Ek Din Zindagi Itni Hogi Haseen
Jhoomega Aasmaan Gaayegi Ye Zameen
Maine Socha Na Tha

Dil Ki Daali Pe Kaliyaan Si Khilne Lagin
Jab Nigaahein Nigaahon Se Milne Lagin
Ek Din Is Tarah Hosh Kho Jayenge
Paas Aaye To Madhosh Ho Jayenge
Maine Socha Na Tha

Ek Din Aap Yoon Humko Mil Jayenge
Phool Hi Phool Raahon Mein Khil Jayenge
Maine Socha Na Tha

Jagamagati Hui Jaagti Raat Hai
Raat Hai Ya Sitaaron Ki Barsaat Hai
Ek Din Dil Ki Raahon Mein Apne Liye
Jal Uthenge Mohabbat Ke Itne Diye
Maine Socha Na Tha

Ek Din Zindagi Itni Hogi Haseen
Jhoomega Aasmaan Gaayegi Ye Zameen
Maine Socha Na Tha

Ek Din Aap Yoon Humko Mil Jayenge
Phool Hi Phool Raahon Mein Khil Jayenge
Maine Socha Na Tha
Maine Socha Na Tha
Maine Socha Na Tha...

My wife called, 'How long will you be poring over that newspaper? Will you
come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?' I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter Sindu looked frightened.
Tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its
brim with Curd Rice. Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age.
She has just turned eight. She particularly detested Curd Rice. My mother
and my wife are orthodox, and believe firmly in the 'coolingeffects' of
Curd Rice! I cleared my throat, and picked up the bowl. 'Sindu, darling,
why don't you take a few mouthful of this Curd Rice?Just for Dad's sake,
dear. And, if you don't, your Mom will shout at me'I could sense my wife's
scowl behind my back. Sindu softened a bit, and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. 'OK, Dad. I will eat - not just a few mouthfuls, but
the whole lotof this. But, you should...' Sindu hesitated. 'Dad, if I eat
this entire curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?'

Oh sure, darling'.

'Promise?'

'Promise'.

I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, and
clinched the deal. 'Ask Mom also to give a similar promise', my daughter insisted.

My wife slapped her hand on Sindu's, muttering 'Promise', without
any emotion.

Now I became a bit anxious. 'Sindu dear,
you shouldn't insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not have that kind of money right now. OK?'

'No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive'.

Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity.
I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child eats something that she detested.
After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with
expectation.
All our attention was on her.

'Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!' was her demand.

'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'A girl child having her head shaved off?
Impossible!'

'Never in our family!' my mother rasped.
'She has been watching too much of television.
Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!'

Sindu darling, why don't you ask for something else?
We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.'

'No, Dad. I do not want anything else', Sindu said with finality.

'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to understand our feelings?' I tried to
plead with her.

'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice'. Sindu
was in tears.

'And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for.
Now, you are going back on your words.
Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra,
and its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what?'

It was time for me to call the shots. 'Our promise must be kept.'

'Are you out your mind?' chorused my mother and wife.

'No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honor her own.

Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.'

With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked
big and beautiful.

On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school.
It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom.
She turned around and waved.

I waved back with a smile.

Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, 'Sinduja, please wait for me!'

What struck me was the hairless head of that boy.
'May be, that is the in-stuff', I thought.

'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!'
Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car,
and continued,' That boy who is walking along with your daughter is my
son Harish.

He is suffering from... ... leukemia.' She paused to muffle her sobs.

'Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month.

He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He
refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel
teasing of the schoolmates.'

Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue.

But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of
my son!

Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your
daughter.'

I stood transfixed. And then, I wept.
'My little Angel, you are teaching me how self-less real love is!'

Ya Kundendu
Ya Kundendu Tushaara Haara Dhavalaa
Ya Shubhra Vastraanvita
Ya Veena Vara Danda Manditakara
Ya Shwetha Padmaasana
Ya Brahma Achyutaha Shankara Prabrithibhih
Devai Sadaa Poojitha
Saa Maam Paatu Sarasvathi Bhagavati
Nishyesha Jyaadyaapaha