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LET'S HAVE MORE RAIN-PRODUCING WEDDINGS

Have you ever wondered why meteorologists have so much
trouble forecasting the weather? They predict sunshine in
Bangladesh and the next thing you know, people are swimming
to work.

But don't blame the poor meteorologists. They have to
consider dozens of factors, including the moisture-content
of clouds, the direction of wind, and the number of people
performing rain dances.

As if that isn't bad enough, they now have an additional
factor to consider: the number of donkeys getting married in
Tamil Nadu.

I'm not kidding. I recently read that villagers in
Velayuthampalayam organized a wedding of two donkeys to
pacify the rain gods. The villagers recalled that a similar
donkey wedding 30 years ago produced lots of rain during a
drought. This proves at least three things:

(1) Donkeys are more valuable than I thought. Why pray for
rain when you can bray for rain?

(2) India has a major shortage of donkey matchmakers.
Remember: A donkey wedding a day could keep the drought
away.

(3) Donkeys tend to prefer arranged marriages. We've heard
of at least two arranged marriages involving donkeys, but
not a single love marriage. Perhaps the next generation of
donkeys will be different.

It won't be long before you see donkey matrimonial ads:
"Owners of a male donkey, well-trained, healthy,
pleasant-smelling, seeking responses from owners of suitable
brides with good teeth, beautiful tails and fair complexion.
Preference will be given to Tamil-speakers."

For the recent wedding, the bride and groom had to be rented
from nearby Kottur village, because there were no donkeys in
Velayuthampalayam -- at least not single donkeys.

The wedding was performed at a Ganesha temple, complete with mantras, flowers and a feast. More than 200 villagers
attended the ceremony, some of whom, no doubt, claimed to be
relatives. Anything for a feast.

The donkeys, more accustomed to rough treatment, were
garlanded and fed milk and bananas, prompting the groom to
whisper to the bride: "If I had known marriage would be this
good, I would have done it years ago."

The villagers collected Rs. 2,000 for the marriage, perhaps
to send the donkeys on a nice honeymoon. Where do donkeys
go? Who knows, maybe Ass-am.

Did the wedding actually produce rain? As the villagers
might say, "No drought about it." Perhaps they got only a
few inches -- or perhaps they were treated to a virtual
monsoon.

Whatever the case, it's certainly worth bragging about.
America may have sent a man to the moon, but India knows how
to control the weather. If donkey weddings can produce rain,
imagine what elephant weddings would produce. I just hope
India never runs out of eligible animals.

Critics may frown upon donkey weddings, but let's not forget
that we've had worse pairings in history, such as Michael
Jackson and Lisa-Marie Presley. Not to mention Elizabeth
Taylor and an entire army of men. I'm sure Taylor is quite
envious of the divorce rate among donkeys.

Perhaps it's wise to focus on the bottom line: Human
marriages often produce pain, whereas donkey marriages
produce rain. You can't complain about that. Even if you're
a meteorologist struggling to predict the weather:  "It's
going to be sunny today throughout Tamil Nadu. Wait a
minute! You'd better get your umbrellas out. We just got a
report of a donkey wedding!"

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NO FLYING AT THE AIRPORT

The Airports Authority of India (AAI) maintains 125
airports, about one for every eight million people. At first
glance, that seems reasonable, but I know exactly what to
expect if I try to use a smaller airport, such as the one in
Jabalpur.

Me: "I'd like to go to Delhi, please."

Airport clerk: "Yes, we would all like to go to Delhi. But
we are stuck in Jabalpur. That's life. What to do?"

Me: "No, I'd like to buy a ticket to Delhi."

Clerk: "Sorry, sir, no tickets here. If you need ticket, you
must go to bus station."

Me: "No, I want to FLY to Delhi. Can I fly from here? Or has
the bus station started offering flights? Perhaps Indian
Airlines has installed wings on some of the buses. I hear
they're very eager to make airbuses in India."

Clerk: "No, no, no. All flying is to be done here. We are
first-class commercial airport. We have everything: a
lounge, toilets, coffee shop. And look -- even a runway! But
there is only one minor problem: the government did not
provide us with planes. You need to bring your own. Any
plane is acceptable, even one that's made in Pakistan."

Me: "But you're a commercial airport, so you do have a few
flights, don't you?"

Clerk: "Yes, sir, we do have a few flights. But the flights
are being conducted mainly by crows. And other birds, too.
They love the runway. Look -- it is a beautiful runway, sir.
We are proud to say, here in Jabalpur, we have more air
traffic than JFK Airport in New York."

Me: "You mean you have no commercial flights? That's crazy.
What good is a commercial airport without commercial
flights?"

Clerk: "Emergency landings, sir. If a plane is in trouble
and needs to land, we are ready to help. And if that plane
is going to Delhi, we will let you know immediately. Most
certainly. Just leave your telephone number with me."

For the record, Jabalpur does have a few planes, but they
belong to the Air Force. The government spent Rs. 8 crore in
2001 to transform Jabalpur's defense airstrip into a
commercial airport, only to watch Indian Airlines suspend
its flights a year later because -- big surprise here --
Jabalpur isn't a prime destination.

Likewise, 45 of the 125 airports are no-flight zones, but
cost AAI almost Rs. 45 crore a year, according to a recent
India Today article. Each airport, of course, made some
politician very happy, delighted that he could bring the
miracle of flight to his people. Did he do a study to
determine the demand for air travel? Yes, he interviewed a
few people in the Ministry of Waste and Excess.

Only 11 airports are profitable -- and those airports have
to absorb losses from 114 others. That explains why the
international airports in Mumbai and Delhi, despite annual
profits of nearly Rs. 400 crore, haven't been upgraded since
Salman Rushdie had hair. So don't be surprised if the
escalators don't move, the trolleys don't roll, and the
aerobridges don't exist.

Tourist: "My luggage is very heavy. Do you have any carts
that work?"

Airport worker: "Carts that work? Where do you think you
are? Jabalpur?"


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Such long articles.....i hardly have time to read them...they just all go unnoticed at time. Sorry!

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Originally posted by: RJ_Sonia

"Such long articles.....i hardly have time to read them...they just all go unnoticed at time. Sorry!"

Don't be sorry! As long as everybody enjoys them, then all of the effort is worth it and thats all one can ask for..

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CRICKET: INDIA'S PASSION, AMERICA'S INSECT

If there's one major downside to living in America,
particularly for people of South Asian origin, it's that
cricket takes a backseat to almost everything. Ask the
average American man if he likes to watch cricket and he'll
say, "No way. They're far too noisy. I'd much rather watch
grasshoppers."

But ask the average Indian man if he likes to watch cricket
and he'll fly into a rage, tearing at his hair and shouting,
"Cricket! Don't ask me about cricket! I'm not talking about
cricket until we beat those $%&* Aussies!"

Most Americans are more familiar with Jennifer Aniston's bra
size than the rules of cricket. Many don't even realize it's
a sport, let alone a popular one. They may claim to be
experts on bowling, but don't ask them to name a single
pacer or spinner.

The sports network ESPN gives American viewers hardly a
second of cricket news, preferring to televise more popular
sports such as log-rolling and nose-picking. Cricket doesn't
even merit as much coverage as the National Spelling Bee,
though most of the young contestants, unlike cricket fans,
have no idea how to spell "Harbhajan" and "Tendulkar."

The spelling champ is often honored on the front page of USA
Today and other top newspapers. For cricket maestro Sachin
Tendulkar to receive that much attention, he'd have to go on
a batting rampage, clubbing his opponents to death. Even
then, it probably wouldn't be the top story in America,
especially if Jennifer Aniston gets a new hairdo.

While the 2003 Cricket World Cup captivated a billion people
in India -- many of them praying not for their own health
but for Ashish Nehra's sprained ankle -- thousands of
Indians in America had to shell out $299.95 to DISH network
for the privilege of throwing objects at their TVs. "Come
on, Ganguly!" they screamed. "You're batting like my
grandma!"

India's early-round loss to Australia sparked a frenzy that
few Americans could fathom, even with the aid of beer. Fans
in Kolkata staged a mock funeral for captain Sourav Ganguly,
while those in Mumbai burned posters of Ganguly, Tendulkar
and Virender Sehwag, displaying enough venom to frighten an
army of cobras.

Judging by the anger, you would have thought the cricketers
had done something dreadful, such as wearing the colors of
Pakistan. Losing to such a formidable foe would have caused
a mere ripple in most countries, but produced a monsoon in
India, with cricket fans staying up all night to think of
ways to torture the players.

Mumbai fan: "We'll paint Ganguly's head and pull Tendulkar's
nails off."

Friend: "No, yaar. Let's paint Tendulkar's nails and pull
Ganguly's head off."

Imagine the pressure on the Indian team when they faced
Pakistan a few days later.

Ganguly: "OK, team, here's the plan. If we win, we're
dancing all night. If we lose, we're defecting to South
Africa."

Meanwhile, in America, most people were far more relaxed,
their country not embroiled in cricket matches, just the
prospect of war. Few had any clue that a World Cup was
taking place, which made it easier on some cricket fans.

Computer programmer: "Hello boss. I won't be coming to work
today. I'm not feeling well again."

Boss: "That's too bad, Ramesh. Have you seen a doctor?"

Programmer: "Yes, boss. Dr. Gupta is here right now,
checking my blood pressure. I hope my health insurance
covers this. It's costing me $299.95."


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REVIVAL OF AN ENDANGERED SPECIES

Welcome to another episode of National Geographic World
Explorer. Today we take you to the mountainous region of
northern Pakistan, not far from the Afghanistan border,
where you will get a rare close-up view of an elusive, hairy
creature that, scientists believe, is none other than Osama
bin Laden. He and his kind were once considered an
endangered species, but their population is now growing so
rapidly, people in India are starting to get envious. Some
have even accused Osama of spying on India and stealing
its population control programs.

To find out the truth, our fearless reporter traveled to the
North West Frontier Province of Pakistan and tracked down
Osama, who has managed to hide his identity and evade
capture by wearing a T-shirt that says, "I LOVE BUSH." He
had just finished dinner and was in good spirits, agreeing
to a short interview.

Reporter: "I'd never have expected you to wear such a
T-shirt. Do you really love Bush?"

Osama: "Yes, indeed. Bush is good place to hide. Hahaha! I
tell good joke, no?"

Reporter: "Yes, but let's get to serious matters. It has
been three years since you and your men committed that
terrible act, killing three thousand innocent people in
America. Do you have any regrets? Do you feel any sympathy
for the survivors or are you totally incapable of that?"

Osama: "Why you ask me these questions? Why you not ask
Saddam? He is the one who planned 9/11. That is why Amreeka
attacked Iraq, no?"

Reporter: "Come on, Mr. Laden. The whole world knows you did
it. Why don't you just admit it?"

Osama: "Saddam is going to die anyway. With God's blessing,
he will die for 9/11, too. Hahaha! It is too funny, how he
is getting mixed up with me. One of my men heard two
Amreekans talking. The first Amreekan said, 'Our country is
much safer since we captured Saddam bin Laden.' And the
second Amreekan said, 'You idiot! It's not Saddam bin Laden.
It's Osama bin Hussein!' Hahaha! I tell you, I was so happy
when the Amreekans captured Saddam, especially when I saw
his beard."

Reporter: "But Saddam had connections to al-Qaeda, right?"

Osama: "Well, you will never see a picture of Saddam shaking
hands with me or my men, but I can show you a picture of
Saddam shaking hands with Donald Rumsfeld. They have even
shared a hot tub, no? Hahaha!"

Reporter: "Over the last year, the number of people in
al-Qaeda has grown tremendously, according to the Terrorist
Census Bureau. Have you increased your recruitment efforts?"

Osama: "No, we are actually closing our recruitment centers,
including the ones in Saudi Arabia. Because of Iraq war, we
are getting so many applications to join al-Qaeda, we are
having trouble completing all the background checks.
Hahaha!"

Reporter: "So you are not stealing population secrets from
India?"

Osama: "No, not at all. But we are thinking of outsourcing
some of the background checks to India. Hahaha!"

Reporter: "Final question, Mr. Laden. I've heard that you
are celibate these days to show your men that even their
leader is willing to make sacrifices for the cause. Is that
true?"

Osama: "Celibate? Yes, indeed. Whenever I see beautiful
woman, I say to my men, 'Bring her to my room, so I can
celibate!' I always have big celibation. Hahaha! It is good
joke, no?"

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