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SAY 'CHEESE' AND BEND YOUR KNEES

Do people in some countries smile more than people in
others? I'm not sure, but there are certainly differences in
when people smile. I'm always stunned when I view photos
from a relative's wedding in India. Everyone looks so
serious, almost glum, like they're attending a meeting of
the Enron Investors Club. I'm telling you, I've seen more
smiles at some funerals.

Granted, the ceremony itself is supposed to be fairly
solemn, but you'd expect to see plenty of laughter and
merriment afterward, at least when the priest isn't around.
Instead, the groom looks like he just ate a worm, while the
bride looks like she just married one.

Of course, it's possible that the photographer did a poor
job of capturing everyone's happiness. Perhaps the bride's
dad went cheap and hired someone from the driver's license
center. Not only did he shine a light directly into
everyone's eyes, the numbskull forgot to tell them to say
"cheese."

Pictures from western weddings look remarkably different.
Everyone is smiling broadly, especially if it's a special
wedding, the kind with an open bar. The groom has such a
wide grin, you can count all the cavities. And the bride
can't help showing her freshly whitened teeth -- she even
smiles when the bartender calls it a night.

There are cultural differences at play, of course, but I've
found that it's always wise to smile in photos, especially
if you have a big smile like mine. You can always spot me in a
group photo -- I'm the set of teeth in the back row.

Even when I'm posing for an official photograph, such as for
a passport or driver's license, I try my best to smile. Who
knows, the smile might be the only thing that keeps the
authorities from picking me up as a terrorist.

FBI agent: "He's dark-skinned and he has a beard. He might
be a terrorist."

Second agent: "But he's got such a wide smile. An arresting
smile."

First agent: "Yeah, that's what I was thinking. We'd better
arrest him fast. If he's smiling so much, he must be up to
something."

If a smile in a photograph can seem suspicious, so can a
smile on the street. In some countries, smiling at strangers
is considered odd, even impolite. As one Russian said, "If a
man is smiling at everyone on the street, he is either
deeply in love or deeply intoxicated. Or he is an American."

Of course, smiling isn't the only sign of friendliness. In
Kenya, where I grew up, people don't smile as much as
Americans do, but they'll greet you with an elaborate
handshake that often involves handclapping and curtsying,
making you wonder if they think you're royalty, perhaps a
Nepalese prince or at least a relative of Queen Latifah.

If your car breaks down, there's no shortage of people
willing to push it all the way down the street. Just try it
sometime -- it's a great way to save on gas.

People have different ways of being friendly to strangers. I
always welcome a smile, but when it comes right down to it,
I'm far more appreciative of the guy who looks stern, but
offers my wife his seat on the bus, than the guy who shows
all his teeth, but can't show any courtesy

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SHORT OF MONEY, BUT STILL A MILLIONAIRE

If you're always thinking about money -- making it, saving
it, investing it -- you may be surprised to learn that human
beings weren't always obsessed with it. In fact, the concept
of money didn't even exist for millions of years, not until
it was introduced to the world by a great thinker: Hongah
the caveman. Widely considered the greatest inventor of his
time, he never seemed to run out of ideas and was twice
named "Caveman of the Year."

One fine afternoon, Hongah spotted his neighbor Oongah
returning from the forest with an antelope slung over his
shoulder. It suddenly occurred to Hongah that perhaps he
could "pay" for some fresh meat, so he ran to Oongah and
handed him a bunch of leaves. Mulberry leaves from the tree
Hongah shook every morning for breakfast.

Oongah looked confused: why was Hongah giving him these
leaves? Did he think that Oongah needed to do his business?
Didn't he know that fig leaves were softer on the bottom?

Trying to be polite, Oongah didn't say anything, just folded
the leaves and stuck them in his armpit. Then he continued
to walk home, wondering if Hongah had finally used up his
brain. To Oongah's surprise, Hongah kept following him,
yelling at the top of his lungs, "Me pay you, me eat meat.
Me want receipt, too."

Oongah did not know what "pay' and "receipt" meant. They
must be some of those fancy concepts that Hongah kept making
up, such as "democracy," "monogamy" and "bathing." But he
did notice that Hongah looked hungry -- he was drooling like
a dog -- so Oongah thought this would be a good opportunity
to ask Hongah for something. He bent over and drew an
outline in the sand, an outline of Hongah's talkative
daughter, Oprah. Adored throughout the land, she had the
gift of gab and never stopped talking, even after her
audience had gone home. She was the reason Oongah couldn't
get any sleep at night. He kept thinking of her. "Oongah and
Oprah" had a nice ring to it. How wonderful it would be to
have her in his cave. After returning from a hunt, he could
put her in one corner, relax on a rock and watch her all
night. Was there anything better than watching Oprah
talking?

Hongah knew immediately what Oongah desired. Though he
didn't want to give Oprah to a brute like Oongah, he was
willing to listen to Oongah's offer. So he held out his
hands as if to say, "How much?" Oongah decided to be direct:
He pointed at the animal hanging from his shoulder and said,
"Five bucks."

Oongah was shocked. Five bucks? That was too little, an
insult to his daughter. She's worth a million bucks, he
thought. He grunted at Oongah and stomped away in the
direction of the mulberry tree.

As time went by, Hongah began to see the limitations of any
monetary system. Leaves were no good, because it was
important for parents to be able to tell their children that
"money does not grow on trees." Leaves were too common,
anyway. Everyone would have them and nothing would separate
the filthy rich from just the filthy.

Bucks would make a better currency, but Hongah knew a
lot of people who were quite happy without bucks. He had
even thought of a name for them: vegetarians.

His biggest worry was that people would start measuring
their lives solely in terms of bucks. They would do anything
to make a quick buck. They would feel worthless if they
didn't have enough bucks -- even if they had things that
were worth a million bucks, things such as health, freedom,
friendship, and a talkative daughter.

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A DICTIONARY FOR SELF-MOTIVATED SELF-STARTERS

At any given time, more than a billion people around the
world are unemployed. About a third of them are actively
looking for jobs, another third are searching half-heartedly
and the remaining third have resigned themselves to living
with a rich relative. Or at least a relative who has a
decent job and a pull-out couch.

Finding work isn't easy, especially when you have trouble
understanding the job ads and figuring out exactly what
employers want. Some want you to be a "self-starter," as
though you're a lawn mower or something. Others expect you
to list three references on your application, as though
"dictionary" and "encyclopedia" aren't enough. A few want to
pay you a salary that's "commensurate with your experience,"
as though you've had any experience at all with the word
"commensurate."

To make things easier for job seekers, I've decided to
create an "employment dictionary" that explains, from an
employer's point of view, the various terms and phrases
found in job ads. Some of the entries would look like this:

"Salary negotiable": We don't want to mention any salary
here, just in case you're willing to work for less. Don't
worry: We will pay you what we paid the previous person or
what you expect to be paid, whichever is lower.

"Previous experience necessary": We will not consider future
experience. Please tell us only what you did in the past,
not what you plan to do in the future. Nobody can predict
the future, but we can certainly look into your past.

"Excellent P.C. skills required": We expect everyone in our
office to be politically correct. You must not make fun of
the Kenyan man who says, "Sank God it's Fly-day," nor
the Indian guy who warns everyone about "compooter wire
sirs."

"Must be self-motivated": We prefer employees who can
inspire themselves, including those who are inspired to take
a nap under the desk. We particularly desire self-motivated
self-starters who have self-esteem, self-confidence and a
good collection of self-help books.

"Exceptional communication skills needed": When we ask you
if you've done any bookkeeping, we don't want to hear about
all those Danielle Steel novels you didn't return to the
library. And when we ask you to "cc the human resources
director," we don't want you to go and see the director
twice.

"Come and join our winning team": We haven't won anything
in our lives. By calling ourselves a "winning team," we're
hoping to forget all our sports disappointments, including
the last-place finish in the kindergarten egg-and-spoon
race.

"We offer an attractive benefits package": The president's
secretary has a particularly attractive package. Please do
not touch it. That's not one of your benefits.

"Energetic and enthusiastic individual needed": Your energy
will be highly valued in our office, especially when we ask
you to fetch the coffee. Your enthusiasm will come in handy
too: We expect you to jump and scream when we give you the
annual bonus, free fries at McDonald's.

"You must have good organizational skills": We may ask you
to organize the company picnic. But if our budget is skimpy,
please do not organize any type of strike. Otherwise you may
have to organize a group trip to the unemployment office.

"No phone calls please": We hired the president's niece as
our receptionist. She's still trying to figure out how to
answer the phone. We're trying to teach her the proper
greeting: "Hold please." If you have any questions about our
job openings, please consult Shashi's employment dictionary.
Especially the section about nepotism.

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Hello Friends
Enjoy Reading it ......
The population of India is 100 crores. 1,00,00,00,000

But 19 crores are retired. -19,00,00,000

That leaves 81 crores do the work.  81,00,00,000

There are 25 crores in school,-25,00,00,000

which leaves 56 crores to do the work.56,00,00,000

Of this there are 22 crores employed by the Central Govt,-22,00,00,000

leaving 34 crores to do the work.34,00,00,000

4 crores are in the Armed Forces,-4,00,00,000

which leaves 30 crores to do the work.30,00,00,0 00

Take away from above total the 20 crores people work for State
Governments
(State Government employees officially do not work!)-20,00,00,000

and that leaves 10 crores to do the work.10,00,00,000

Total unemployed are 8 crores -8,000! ,00,000

and that leaves 2 crores to do the work.  2,000,00,000

At any given time there are 1.2 crore people in hospitals,-1,20,00,000

leaving 80 lakhs to do the work.80,00,000

Now, according to Indian Statistical Institute, there are79,99,998
people in

prisons throughout the country.-79,99,998

That leaves just 2 people to do the work....... 2
You and Me!!!

And currently YOU are sitting at your computer reading mails.

So I am the only person in our country who is
working! And  that's why India is surviving!!!

Now, please close it and do your job because, for a change, I  want to
rest.

And I don't want India to suffer because of that.

If I stay here for some more time these people in the cyber cafe will
definitely throw me out,so

GOOD BYE AND GOOD NIGHT


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CATCH A BUS IN INDIA AND DON'T LET GO

What's it like to live in a country of more than one
billion, a country that's one-third the size of Canada, yet
has thirty times the population? It's not that bad, really,
even if you happen to be the last person on the bus. At
least you can stretch your legs, enjoy the view and convince
yourself that getting on the bus is much better than getting
in the bus.

As I visit my native India, I find myself marveling at how
people deal with the immense population, which grows by a
staggering 15 million a year, so many that if rabbits had a
lobbying group, we'd all be using the phrase "breeding like
Indians."

Nowhere is the population more pronounced than in public
transportation. Buses are often crammed with people, beyond
their capacity, with some passengers getting seats and many
others pressed together in the aisle, close enough to know
what each other had for lunch.

A few passengers travel on the outside, grabbing onto
whatever they can, the frame of the door perhaps. These are
the people who know what it means to "catch the bus."

When the bus is packed, getting on and off is a major
challenge, but so is getting in and out. One method is to
drop to your hands and knees and crawl between people's
legs, though this doesn't work so well, I've found, when
women are wearing saris. Another method is to try to empty
the bus, perhaps by pointing to the street and yelling, "Oh
my gosh! Salman Khan!" The popular actor can empty just
about anything: buses, trains, kegs of beer.

What he doesn't empty, though, are movie theaters. Indians
are crazy about two things: movies and cricket. (Hence the
popularity of the Oscar-nominated "Lagaan," a movie about
cricket.) When half the population wants to watch the latest
blockbuster, the chances of getting tickets on the day of a
screening are similar to the chances of running into Paris
Hilton in a public library. Even if a few tickets are
available, you'll have to stand in a long line -- and that's
to bribe the theater owner.

But Indians are used to waiting in line. At the last general
election, people stood in line all day to exercise their
right to kick the bums out.

When you visit a doctor's office, the clerk may be poor at
grammar, but he's not incorrect when he asks, "Are you
patient?" My wife and I took our kids to a pediatrician
for a vaccination and, despite having an appointment, had to
sit in the waiting room until the next day! Yes, we got
there at 9:45 p.m. and didn't see the doctor until after
midnight. Everyone else in the packed waiting room didn't
seem to mind, perhaps because the doctor, in his infinite
wisdom, was showing them a movie.

Indians encounter crowds almost everywhere: in the
courthouse, at the market, even in their own bedrooms. When
you're living with your extended family in a two-room
dwelling, you have little privacy. But who cares about
privacy when there are bigger issues to deal with, such as
grandpa's snoring? Or grandma's habit of cutting in line
everywhere, especially at the bathroom.

That reminds me of the bikini-clad tourist who posted a sign
at the beach that said, "Please form a line here," with a
hundred Indian men standing in front of it. "What's she
giving away?" someone asked one of the men. "She's not
giving away anything," he replied. "She just wants us to
stare at her in an orderly manner."

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Just too good...read slowly till the end

Ek din, main Delhi pahuncha,
Station pe ek coolie se bahar jane ka rasta pooncha.
> Coolie ne kaha: "Bahar jaake poocho."
>
> Maine khud hi rasta dhundh liya,
> Bahar jaake taxiwale se pooncha:
> "Bhai saab Lal Kile ka kitna loge?"
> Jawab mila: "Bechna nahi hai."
>
> Taxi chod, maine bus pakad li,
> Conductor se pooncha: "Ji, kya mein cigarette pi
> sakta hoon?"
> Wo gurrra kar bola: "Hargiz nahi, yaha cigarette
> pina mana hai."
> Maine kaha: "Par wo janab to pi rahe hai!"
> Phir se gurrrraya: "Usne mujhse pooncha nahi hai."
>
> Lal Kile pahucha, hotel gaya.
> Manager se kaha: "Mujhe room chahiye, satvi manzil
> pe."
> Manager ne kaha: "Rahane ke liye ya koodne ke liye?"
> Room pahucha, waiter se kaha:
> "Ek paani ka gilas milega?"
> Usne jawab diya: "Nahi sahab, yahan to saare kanch
> ke milte hain."
>
> Hotel se nikla, dost ke ghar jaane ke liye,
> Raste me ek sahab se pooncha:
> "Janab, ye sadak kaha ko jaati hai?"
> Janab hans kar bole: "Peechle bees saal se dekh
> rahan hoon,
> Yahi padi hai... kahin nahin jaati."
>
> Dost ke ghar pahucha, to mujhe dekhte hi chownk
> pada,
> Usne poocha: "Kaise aana hua?"
> Ab tak to mujhe bhi aadat pad gayi thi,
> Maine bhi jawab diya: "Train se."
>
> Meri aaobhagat karne ke liye dost ne apni biwi se
> kaha:
> "Areeee sunti ho... mera dost pehli baar ghar aaya
> hai,
> Uuse kuch taja taja khilao."
> Sunte hi bhabhiji ne ghar ki sari
> khidkiya aur darwaje khol diye.
> Kaha: "Taji hawa kha lijiye."
>
> Dost ne phir se baday pyar se biwi se kaha:
> "Areeee sunti ho, inhe jara apna chalis saal purana
> aachar to dikhana."
> Bhabiji ek baatli me rakha aachar le aayi.
> Maine bhi apnapan dikhate hue bhabiji se kaha:
> "Bhabhiji, aachar sirf dikhayengi, chakhayengi
> nahi?"
> Bhabiji ne taak jawab diya: "Yuhi agar sab ko
> chakhati
> To aachar chalis saal purana kaise hota?"
>
> Thodi der baad dekha, bhabiji apne potey ko sula rah
> thi,
> Saath me lori bhi ga rahi thi:
> "Diploma so ja, diploma so ja."
> Lori soon mein hairan hua aur dost se poocha:
> "Yaar, ye diploma kya hai?"
> Dost ne jawab diya: "Mere grandson ka naam,
> Beti bambai gayi thi, diploma lene ke liye
> Aur saath mein ise le aayi,
> Isiliye hamne iska naam Diploma rakh diya."
> Phir maine pooncha: "Aajkal tumhari beti kya kar
> rahi hai?"
> Dost ne jawab diya: "Bambai gayi hai, degree lene ke
> liye."


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