Modern Panchatantra Story

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Modern Panchtantra Story : [ IT HUMOR ]

Once upon a time, there was a software engineer who used to develop programs on his Pentium machine, sitting under a tree on the banks of a river. He used to earn his bread by selling those programs in the Sunday market. Read the rest of this entry »

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Junk Gita

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Junk Gita
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Krishna : Apne se badon ke email ka aadar samman karna seekho, Arjun.

Arjun : Main apne hi kul ke aadarniya logon ko JUNK EMAIL kaise bhej sakta hoon, Vasudev?

Krishna : Is samay yeh tumhare mitra ya shatru nahi hain Paarth. Vey keval mail-users hain. Isliye Net-dharm ka paalan karo. Login karo our bhejo junk mail by the dozen – yahi tumhara kartavya hai aur yahee tumhara dharm hai. Read the rest of this entry »

Love

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A love story
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A girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on the road on
a motorcycle…
Girl: Slow down, I’m scared.
Guy: No, this is fun.
Girl: No it’s not. Please it’s too scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me. Read the rest of this entry »

Survival at work

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Survival at work

  • Never walk without a document in your hands
  • People with documents in their hands look like hardworking employees heading for important meetings.
  • People with nothing in their in their hands look like they’re heading for cafeteria.
  • People with a newspaper in their hand look like they’re heading for the toilet.

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A letter to son from mother

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A letter to son from mother

Dear BetaI am in a well here and hoping you are in the same well there. I’m writing this letter slowly, because I know you cannot read fast.We don’t live where we did when you left home. Your dad read in the newspaper that most accidents happen 20 miles from home, so we moved 20 miles. Read the rest of this entry »

TO HIS COY MISTRESS by Andrew Marvell

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“TO HIS COY MISTRESS”


Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.

[A woman (more or less young), is the object of this older gentleman’s eye. She could be a coquette, one who uses arts to gain the admiration and the affections of men, merely for the gratification of vanity or from a desire of conquest; and, without any intention of responding to the feelings aroused in her plaything. At any rate, it was more the convention in Marvel’s day for a pretty woman when she found herself interacting with an available man, to display shyness or reserve or unwillingness, at least for the first little while.]

We would sit down, and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love’s day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side
Should’st rubies find: I by the tide
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It’s all in the fridge

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One morning at a doctor’s clinic a patient arrives complaining of serious back-pain. The doctor examines him and asks him” OK, what happened to your back?” The patient replies “You know that I work for a local night club? This morning I got home to my apartment early and heard a noise in my bedroom. On entering I knew someone had been with my wife and the balcony door was open. I rushed out the balcony door and did not find anyone. As I looked down from the balcony I saw a man running out and he was dressing himself. I grabbed the fridge and threw it at him, That’s how I strained my back”

The 2nd patient arrives looking as if he has been in a car wreck. The doctor said “My previous patient looked bad, but you look terrible.. What the hell happened to you?” He replied, “You know I have been unemployed for a while now .Today was the first day at my new job. I forgot to set my alarm and was running late… I was running out of the building, getting dressed at the same time, and you won’t believe it but I was hit by a fridge.”

The 3rd patient arrives; he looks even worse than the other two patients do. The doctor is shocked. Again asks, “What the hell happened to youuuuuu…. .?” “Well I was sitting in a fridge & someone threw it from the 3rd floor”