@rocky- sometimes, even the truth is quite funny

[HappyWheels]

A very funny video of an IT guy:

Technoparkian Trivandrum (Mr Techno) : Amvizone

[johnda]

hey. here are two pics of sign boards that I came across on a road trip. the first one(Mr Late) is in Poona(camp) and the Second is in KL (malayasia)

[Rehaan]

Originally Posted by johnda

...the first one(Mr Late) is in Poona(camp)...

I think its supposed to say >

"Better to be Mr. late than late Mr."

I think the Mumbai traffic police had also used this on one of their "dont speed" hoardings/billboards.

cya
R

[iraghava]

Dear Diary,

For my birthday this year, my daughter (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me.

Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.

I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Belinda, who identified herself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear.

My daughter seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress and this is it.

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MONDAY: Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda waiting for me. She is something of a Greek goddess - with blond hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!

Belinda gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring!

Belinda was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time she was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week-!!

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TUESDAY: I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Belinda made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Belinda's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT!! It's a whole new life for me.

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WEDNESDAY: The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.

Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. Her voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.

My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Belinda put me on the stair monster. Why the heck would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Belinda told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. She said some other crap too.

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THURSDAY: Belinda was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late - it took me that long to tie my shoes.

Belinda took me to work out with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. She sent another skinny trainer to find me.

Then, as punishment, she put me on the rowing machine -- which I immediately sank.

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FRIDAY: I hate Belinda more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little cheerleader!! If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it.

Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the stupid barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich.

The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?

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SATURDAY: Belinda left a message on my answering machine in her grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing her voice made me want to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.

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SUNDAY: I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank the Lord that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my daughter (the little jerk) will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!

[speedzak]

Ho ho ho!
Ishan, that was far out of this world hilllllllarious! My wife is finding hard to catch her breath back too.
And she's got something to nag about my rising belly.

[srijit]

Originally Posted by speedzak

And she's got something to nag about my rising belly.

Tell her that you are also willing to bend over for diamonds

[Sam Kapasi]

Originally Posted by srijit

Tell her that you are also willing to bend over for diamonds

Speedzak would merrily bend over even for Seekh Kababs and Prawns.

[muneemmk]

If there was One Bhpian whose mouth keeps on Gnawing during any meeting any drive it has to be the one and only Speedzak , Why sheeek Kababs ? he munches on Good old Porotta and Beef "Mallu Style" and Still managed to Look Like What he looks like. Some Metabolism .

[The_Warrior]

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[speedzak]

Oh no! When am I going to get a daughter? When's she going to gift me a week at the gym?

There was an incident in 1998 when a mallu mullah was taken to a police station in Jeddah for not producing the passport on a roadblock checking. (Back in 98, it was far away before laden and bush got into bed. So, no misunderstanding please! LOL) As it was a Ramzan, he was skrall and ready to eat down a whole restaurant. His relatives were informed about his passport being kept at home and was told to produce it and take him back after the formalities are over and it will only be finished by 11pm. Mallu mullah looks into his watch and sighs, Damn! It's only 5pm. Another 6 hours or so in this notorious looking cave! Mullah's Iftar is screwed royally. His friends and relatives are going to tease him to eternity of what he had missed getting locked up. :sad:
It was 6pm and time for Iftar. All the locked up guys including the mullah was escorted to a dining hall where there was a mountain of various food and a market of dates were laid down. Didn't the mullah's eyes grow wild and sparkling!! All the tension and agony was blasted off like some Sony speakers. There was nothing visible other than the widely spread out table cloth on the floor.
The rest, as I knew later.. was history.
Mallu mullah was dropped at his relative's residence within half an hour. The passport was asked but it was just to complete a formality. The cop didn't even look into it.
Man! Those were the days. Eating was never considered to be due to hunger but something done for mere pleasure which was a necessity impossible to live without. Eno fruit salts were always considered to be the best after meal drink and a great way to get ready for the next meal waiting in an hour or so.
Now to get back to the reason why they let the Mullah go. They couldn't find a place to keep him awake after the meal.

[svsantosh]

A young boy enters a barber shop and the barber whispers to his customer, "This is the dumbest kid in the world. Watch while I prove it to you." The barber puts a five rupee coin in one hand and two one rupee coins(1+1=2) in the other, then calls the boy over and asks,
"Which do you want, son?" The boy takes the two one rupee coins and leaves.
"What did I tell you?" said the barber. "That kid never learns!" I have proved this so many times by offering him coins. Later, when the customer leaves, he sees the same young boy coming out of the ice cream store. "Hey, son! May I ask you a question? Why did you take two one rupee coins instead of a five rupee coin?" The boy licked his cone and replied, because THE DAY I TAKE THE FIVE RUPEE COIN, THE GAME IS OVER.


Moral: Don't be too quick to judge who is dumb and who isn't.

[condor]

@svsantosh, two years worth of ice-creams .. the barber must be pretty dumb ...
http://www.team-bhp.com/forum/177968-post940.html


Btw, signs of progress:

[Technocrat]

Einstein dies and goes to heaven only to be informed that his room is not yet ready. "I hope you will not mind waiting in a dormitory. We are very sorry, but it's the best we can do and you will have to share the room with others" he is told by the doorman.
Einstein says that this is no problem at all and that there is no need to make such a great fuss. So the doorman leads him to the dorm.
They enter and Albert is introduced to all of the present inhabitants.
"See, Here is your first room mate. He has an IQ of 180!"
"Why that's wonderful!" Says Albert. "We can discuss mathematics!"

"And here is your second room mate. His IQ is 150!"
"Why that's wonderful!" Says Albert. "We can discuss physics!"

"And here is your third room mate. His IQ is 100!"
"That Wonderful! We can discuss the latest plays at the theater!"

Just then another man moves out to capture Albert's hand and shake it. "I'm your last room mate and I'm sorry, but my IQ is only 80."
Albert smiles back at him and says, "So, where do you think interest rates are headed?"

[santhosh_kumard]

Position & Performance

A Priest dies & is awaiting his turn in line at the Heaven's Gates.
Ahead of him is a guy, nattily dressed, in dark sun glasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket & jeans.
God asks him: Please tell me who are you, so that I may know whether to admit you into the kingdom of Heaven or not?
The guy replies: I am Pandi, Auto driver from Chennai!
God consults his ledger, smiles & says to Pandi: Please take this silken robe & gold scarf & enter the Kingdom of Heaven...
Now it is the priest's turn. He stands erect and speaks out in a booming voice: I am Pope's Assistant so & so, Head Priest of the so & so Church for the last 40 years.
God consults his ledger & says to the Priest: Please take this cotton robe & enter the Kingdom of Heaven ...
'Just a minute,' says the agonized Priest. 'How is it that a foul mouthed, rash driving Auto Driver is given a Silken robe & a Golden scarf and me, a Priest, who's spent his whole life preaching your Name & goodness has to make do with a Cotton robe?'
'Results my friend, results,' shrugs God.
'While you preached, people SLEPT; but when he drove his Auto, people PRAYED'

It's PERFORMANCE & not POSITION that ultimately counts.