Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Images that make your brain think twice!

 

 

 

 Hi, i am sure that  you all will be misguided first........

 

Try your luck

 

 

 




 




 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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TRUCK PAINTERS Extra Ordinary...

Here are the 8 pictures of European trucks whose trailers are decorated to look like the sides are missing and the products they are hauling are painted on the sides and back.

 

The first one is of a bottle of beer and looks so real,like it is coming out
the side of the trailer.


The second is of a canvas tote bag.

 

The third is of Pepsi cases and they are all stacked on the ceiling, and the

bottom of the trailer is empty.

The fourth is of another truck with the windshield facing the back, a driver

painted in the driver's seat looking back over his shoulder to appear like

he is driving backwards. (Now this one is just plain scary, even when the

German reads 'On the wrong way?')...

The fifth one is of an aquarium with fish swimming in it.

 

The sixth one is of a bookshelf with books lined up in it and a post-it-note

with an advertisement on it, probably for the company that sells the books.

 

The seventh one is for Pringles-Hot & Spicy. The 'inside' of the trailer has

the appearance of having been through a fire.




& The Last One
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Best bus paint job Ever!


 

 

 

 

 

 

P.S : If you notice keenly,u can find that all the above are PhotoshoppedJJJJJ

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Motivational Story for all students for their teachers - MUST READ

Eklavya's Loyalty This is the story of a long-gone era. In the country of India, nearly five thousand years back, lived a boy named Eklavya, the son of a tr...

ibal chief in the forests of the kingdom- Hastinapura. Eklavya was a brave, handsome boy. He was loved by all. But he was not happy. His father saw that something troubled Eklavya. More than once he found his son lost deep in thought when other boys enjoyed the pleasures of hunting and playing. One day the father asked his son, Why are you so unhappy, Eklavya? Why don t you join your friends? Why are you not interested in hunting? Father, I want to be an archer replied Eklavya, I want to become a disciple of the great Dronacharya, the great tutor of Archery in Hastinapura. His Gurukul is a magical place where ordinary boys are turned into mighty warriors. Eklavya saw his father was silent. He continued, Father, I know that we belong to the hunting tribe, but I want to be a warrior, father, not a mere hunter. So please allow me to leave home and become the disciple of Dronacharya. Eklavya's father was troubled, for he knew that his son s ambition was not an easy one. But the chief was a loving father and he did not want to refuse his only son s wish. So the kind man gave his blessings and sent his son on his way to Drona s Gurukul. Eklavya set on his way. Soon he reached the part of the forest where Drona taught the princes of Hastinapur. In those days, there was no such system as a school, college, university or hostel. The only place where one could get some education was a Gurukul . A Gurukul (Guru refers to "teacher" or "master", Kul refers to his domain, from the Sanskrit word kula, meaning extended family.) is a type of ancient Hindu school in India that is residential in nature with the shishyas or students and the guru or teacher living in proximity, many a time within the same house. The Gurukul is the place where the students resided together as equals, irrespective of their social standing. The students learned from the guru and also helped the guru in his day-to-day life, including the carrying out of mundane chores such as washing clothes, cooking, etc. The education imparted thus, was a wholesome one. Having said this much, let us now return to Eklavya. When the boy reached Dronacharya s Gurukul, he saw that it consisted of a group of huts, surrounded by trees and an archery yard. The disciples were practicing to shoot arrows with their bows and arrows in the yard. It was an engaging sight. But Eklavya s eyes searched Drona. Where was he? Will he be

able to see the man? Without Drona, all his purpose of coming here would be meaningless. But all his worries soon subsided. He did not have to wait for long. There was the man standing near a tree busy instructing a boy, who was none else than the third Pandava prince Arjuna, as Eklavya came to know later. Though Eklavya had never seen Drona before, he put his guess at work. He went near Drona and bowed. The sage was surprised to see a strange boy addressing him. Who are you? he asked. "Dronacharya, I am Eklavya, son

of the Tribal Chief in the western part of the forests of Hastinapura." Eklavya replied. "Please accept me as your disciple and teach me the wonderful art of Archery." Drona sighed. "Eklavya… if you are a tribal hunter, you must be a Shudra, the lowest social community according to the Vedic Caste System. I am a Brahmin, the highest caste in the kingdom. I cannot teach a Shudra boy" he said. "And he's also a Royal teacher," interrupted Prince Arjuna. "Our Guru has been appointed by the King to train us, the princes and the highborn. How dare you come inside the Gurukul and seek him? Leave! NOW!" he spat out, looking enraged that Eklavya had disturbed his practice. Eklavya was stunned at Arjuna's behavior. He himself was the son of the chief of his clan, but he never insulted anyone below him in such a way. He looked at Drona for some kind of support, but the sage remained silent. The message was loud and clear. Dronacharya also wanted him to leave. He refused to teach him. The innocent tribal boy was deeply hurt by Drona's refusal to teach him. "It's not fair!" he thought miserably. "God has given knowledge to all, but man alone differentiates his kind." He left the place with a broken heart and a bitter taste in his mouth. But it could not shatter his ambition to learn Archery. He was still as determined to learn Archery. "I may be a Shudra but does it make any difference?" thought he. " I am as strong and zealous as Drona's princes and disciples. If I practice the art everyday, I can surely become an archer." Eklavya reached his own forests and took some mud from a nearby river. He made a statue of Dronacharya and selected a secluded clearing in the forests to place it. Eklavya did this because he faithfully believed that if he practiced before his Guru, he would become an able archer. Thus, though his Guru shunned him, he still held him in high esteem and thought of him as his Guru. Day after day, he took his bow and arrow, worshiped the statue of Drona and started practice. In time faith, courage and perseverance transformed Eklavya the mere tribal hunter into Eklavya the extraordinary archer. Eklavya became an archer of exceptional prowess, superior even to Drona's best pupil, Arjuna. One day while Eklavya is practicing, he hears a dog barking. At first the boy ignored the dog, but continuous disturbance in his practice angered him. He stopped his practice and went towards the place where the dog was barking. Before the dog could shut up or get out of the way, Eklavya fired seven arrows in rapid succession to fill the dog's mouth without injuring it. As a result it roamed the forests with its mouth opened. But Eklavya was not alone in his

practice. He was unaware of the fact that just some distance away, the Pandava princes were also present in that area of the forest. As fate

would have it, that day, they had come with their teacher, Drona, who was instructing them about some finer points of

archery by making them learn in the real-life condition of the open jungle. As they were busy practicing, they suddenly chanced upon the

"stuffed" dog, and wonder who could have pulled off such a feat of archery. Drona was amazed too." Such an excellent aim can only come from a mighty archer." he exclaimed. He told the Pandavas that if somebody was such a good archer then he surely needed to be met. The practice was stopped and together they began searching the forest for the one behind such amazing feat. They found a dark-skinned

man dressed all in black, his body besmeared with filth and his hair in matted locks. It was Eklavya. Dronacharya went up to him. "Your aim is truly remarkable!" Drona praised Eklavya, and asked "From whom did you learn Archery?" Eklavya was thrilled to hear Drona's praises.

How surprised he will be if he told Drona that he, in fact was his Guru! "From you my Master. You are my Guru," Eklavya replied humbly. "Your Guru? How can I be your Guru? I have never seen you before!" Drona exclaimed in surprise. But all of a sudden he remembered something. He remembered about an eager boy who had visited his Gurukul several months ago. " Now I remember," said he. "Are you not the same hunter boy whom I refused admission in my Gurukul some months back?" "Yes, Dronacharya", replied the

boy. "After I left your Gurukul, I came home and made a statue like you and worshipped it every day. I practiced before your image. You refused to teach me, but your statue did not. Thanks to it, I have become a good archer." Hearing this, Arjuna became angry. "But you promised me that you'd make me the best archer in the world!" he accused Drona. "Now how can that be? Now a common hunter has become better than me!" The other princes remembered their master frequently praising Arjuna that he had immense talent and will be the greatest archer in the kingdom. They waited with bated breath. What will their teacher do now? Unable to answer Arjuna's question, Drona remained silent. The sage too was upset that his promise to Prince Arjuna was not going to be fulfilled. He was also angry with Eklavya for disobeying him. So the sage planned to punish Eklavya. "Where is your guru dakhsina? You have to give me a gift for your training," the sage demanded. He had finally found a way to make Eklavya suffer for his disobedience. Eklavya was overjoyed. A guru dakshina was the voluntary fee or gift offered by a disciple to his guru at the end of his training. The guru-shishya parampara, i.e. the teacher- student tradition, was a hallowed tradition in Hinduism. At

the end of a shishya's study, the guru asks for a "guru dakshina," since a guru does not take fees. A guru dakshina is the final offering from a student to the guru before leaving the ashram. The teacher may ask for something or nothing at all. "Dronacharya, I'll be the happiest person on earth to serve you. Ask me anything and I will offer it to you as my guru dhakshina "he said. "I might ask something you don't like to give me. What if you refuse the dhakshina I want?" Drona asked cunningly. Eklavya was shocked. It was considered a grave insult and a great sin if a guru's dakshina was refused. "No! How can I, teacher? I am not that ungrateful. I'll never refuse anything you ask, Dronacharya," promised the unsuspecting boy. Drona did not wait anymore. "Eklavya, I seek to have your right-hand thumb as my guru dhakshina" he declared. Silence befell on everyone. Everyone was shocked, even Arjuna. He looked at his teacher in horror and disbelief. How could their teacher make such a cruel demand? That too, from a mere boy? For a moment Eklavya stood silent. Without his thumb he could never shoot arrows again. But the teacher must be satisfied. "Ok Gurudev, as you wish." said he. Then, without the slightest hesitation, Eklavya drew out his knife and cut his thumb! The princes gasped at Eklavya's act of bravery. But the tribal boy betrayed no signs of pain, and held out his severed thumb to Dronacharya. "Here is my guru dakshina, Drona", Ekalavya said. "I am happy that you have made me your disciple, even if I'm a mere Shudra hunter." The sage was humbled. He blessed the young archer for his courage. "Eklavya, even with out your thumb, you'll be known as a great archer. I bless you that you will be remembered forever for your loyalty to your guru," Drona declared and left the forests. He was moved and grieved at his own action. But he was content that his promise to Arjuna was not broken. The Gods blessed Eklavya from above. But despite his handicap, Eklavya continued to practice archery. How could he do so? When one is dedicated, one can make even mountains bow. With practice, Eklavya could shoot arrows with his index and middle finger and he became a greater archer than he was ever before. His renown spread far and wide. When Drona came to know this, he blessed the boy silently and begged for divine forgiveness. And true to Drona's blessing, Eklavya is still praised as the most loyal and brave student in the epic of MahabharathaEklavya's Loyalty This is the story of a long-gone era. In the country of India, nearly five thousand years back, lived a boy named Eklavya, the son of a tribal chief in the forests of the kingdom- Hastinapura. Eklavya was a brave, handsome boy. He was loved by all. But he was not happy. His father saw that something troubled Eklavya. More than once he found his son lost deep in thought when other boys enjoyed the pleasures of hunting and playing. One day the father asked his son, Why are you so unhappy, Eklavya? Why don t you join your friends? Why are you not interested in hunting? Father, I want to be an archer replied Eklavya, I want to become a disciple of the great Dronacharya, the great tutor of Archery in Hastinapura. His Gurukul is a magical place where ordinary boys are turned into mighty warriors. Eklavya saw his father was silent. He continued, Father, I know that we belong to the hunting tribe, but I want to be a warrior, father, not a mere hunter. So please allow me to leave home and become the disciple of Dronacharya. Eklavya's father was troubled, for he knew that his son s ambition was not an easy one. But the chief was a loving father and he did not want to refuse his only son s wish. So the kind man gave his blessings and sent his son on his way to Drona s Gurukul. Eklavya set on his way. Soon he reached the part of the forest where Drona taught the princes of Hastinapur. In those days, there was no such system as a school, college, university or hostel. The only place where one could get some education was a Gurukul . A Gurukul (Guru refers to "teacher" or "master", Kul refers to his domain, from the Sanskrit word kula, meaning extended family.) is a type of ancient Hindu school in India that is residential in nature with the shishyas or students and the guru or teacher living in proximity, many a time within the same house. The Gurukul is the place where the students resided together as equals, irrespective of their social standing. The students learned from the guru and also helped the guru in his day-to-day life, including the carrying out of mundane chores such as washing clothes, cooking, etc. The education imparted thus, was a wholesome one. Having said this much, let us now return to Eklavya. When the boy reached Dronacharya s Gurukul, he saw that it consisted of a group of huts, surrounded by trees and an archery yard. The disciples were practicing to shoot arrows with their bows and arrows in the yard. It was an engaging sight. But Eklavya s eyes searched Drona. Where was he? Will he be

able to see the man? Without Drona, all his purpose of coming here would be meaningless. But all his worries soon subsided. He did not have to wait for long. There was the man standing near a tree busy instructing a boy, who was none else than the third Pandava prince Arjuna, as Eklavya came to know later. Though Eklavya had never seen Drona before, he put his guess at work. He went near Drona and bowed. The sage was surprised to see a strange boy addressing him. Who are you? he asked. "Dronacharya, I am Eklavya, son

of the Tribal Chief in the western part of the forests of Hastinapura." Eklavya replied. "Please accept me as your disciple and teach me the wonderful art of Archery." Drona sighed. "Eklavya… if you are a tribal hunter, you must be a Shudra, the lowest social community according to the Vedic Caste System. I am a Brahmin, the highest caste in the kingdom. I cannot teach a Shudra boy" he said. "And he's also a Royal teacher," interrupted Prince Arjuna. "Our Guru has been appointed by the King to train us, the princes and the highborn. How dare you come inside the Gurukul and seek him? Leave! NOW!" he spat out, looking enraged that Eklavya had disturbed his practice. Eklavya was stunned at Arjuna's behavior. He himself was the son of the chief of his clan, but he never insulted anyone below him in such a way. He looked at Drona for some kind of support, but the sage remained silent. The message was loud and clear. Dronacharya also wanted him to leave. He refused to teach him. The innocent tribal boy was deeply hurt by Drona's refusal to teach him. "It's not fair!" he thought miserably. "God has given knowledge to all, but man alone differentiates his kind." He left the place with a broken heart and a bitter taste in his mouth. But it could not shatter his ambition to learn Archery. He was still as determined to learn Archery. "I may be a Shudra but does it make any difference?" thought he. " I am as strong and zealous as Drona's princes and disciples. If I practice the art everyday, I can surely become an archer." Eklavya reached his own forests and took some mud from a nearby river. He made a statue of Dronacharya and selected a secluded clearing in the forests to place it. Eklavya did this because he faithfully believed that if he practiced before his Guru, he would become an able archer. Thus, though his Guru shunned him, he still held him in high esteem and thought of him as his Guru. Day after day, he took his bow and arrow, worshiped the statue of Drona and started practice. In time faith, courage and perseverance transformed Eklavya the mere tribal hunter into Eklavya the extraordinary archer. Eklavya became an archer of exceptional prowess, superior even to Drona's best pupil, Arjuna. One day while Eklavya is practicing, he hears a dog barking. At first the boy ignored the dog, but continuous disturbance in his practice angered him. He stopped his practice and went towards the place where the dog was barking. Before the dog could shut up or get out of the way, Eklavya fired seven arrows in rapid succession to fill the dog's mouth without injuring it. As a result it roamed the forests with its mouth opened. But Eklavya was not alone in his

practice. He was unaware of the fact that just some distance away, the Pandava princes were also present in that area of the forest. As fate

would have it, that day, they had come with their teacher, Drona, who was instructing them about some finer points of

archery by making them learn in the real-life condition of the open jungle. As they were busy practicing, they suddenly chanced upon the

"stuffed" dog, and wonder who could have pulled off such a feat of archery. Drona was amazed too." Such an excellent aim can only come from a mighty archer." he exclaimed. He told the Pandavas that if somebody was such a good archer then he surely needed to be met. The practice was stopped and together they began searching the forest for the one behind such amazing feat. They found a dark-skinned

man dressed all in black, his body besmeared with filth and his hair in matted locks. It was Eklavya. Dronacharya went up to him. "Your aim is truly remarkable!" Drona praised Eklavya, and asked "From whom did you learn Archery?" Eklavya was thrilled to hear Drona's praises.

How surprised he will be if he told Drona that he, in fact was his Guru! "From you my Master. You are my Guru," Eklavya replied humbly. "Your Guru? How can I be your Guru? I have never seen you before!" Drona exclaimed in surprise. But all of a sudden he remembered something. He remembered about an eager boy who had visited his Gurukul several months ago. " Now I remember," said he. "Are you not the same hunter boy whom I refused admission in my Gurukul some months back?" "Yes, Dronacharya", replied the

boy. "After I left your Gurukul, I came home and made a statue like you and worshipped it every day. I practiced before your image. You refused to teach me, but your statue did not. Thanks to it, I have become a good archer." Hearing this, Arjuna became angry. "But you promised me that you'd make me the best archer in the world!" he accused Drona. "Now how can that be? Now a common hunter has become better than me!" The other princes remembered their master frequently praising Arjuna that he had immense talent and will be the greatest archer in the kingdom. They waited with bated breath. What will their teacher do now? Unable to answer Arjuna's question, Drona remained silent. The sage too was upset that his promise to Prince Arjuna was not going to be fulfilled. He was also angry with Eklavya for disobeying him. So the sage planned to punish Eklavya. "Where is your guru dakhsina? You have to give me a gift for your training," the sage demanded. He had finally found a way to make Eklavya suffer for his disobedience. Eklavya was overjoyed. A guru dakshina was the voluntary fee or gift offered by a disciple to his guru at the end of his training. The guru-shishya parampara, i.e. the teacher- student tradition, was a hallowed tradition in Hinduism. At

the end of a shishya's study, the guru asks for a "guru dakshina," since a guru does not take fees. A guru dakshina is the final offering from a student to the guru before leaving the ashram. The teacher may ask for something or nothing at all. "Dronacharya, I'll be the happiest person on earth to serve you. Ask me anything and I will offer it to you as my guru dhakshina "he said. "I might ask something you don't like to give me. What if you refuse the dhakshina I want?" Drona asked cunningly. Eklavya was shocked. It was considered a grave insult and a great sin if a guru's dakshina was refused. "No! How can I, teacher? I am not that ungrateful. I'll never refuse anything you ask, Dronacharya," promised the unsuspecting boy. Drona did not wait anymore. "Eklavya, I seek to have your right-hand thumb as my guru dhakshina" he declared. Silence befell on everyone. Everyone was shocked, even Arjuna. He looked at his teacher in horror and disbelief. How could their teacher make such a cruel demand? That too, from a mere boy? For a moment Eklavya stood silent. Without his thumb he could never shoot arrows again. But the teacher must be satisfied. "Ok Gurudev, as you wish." said he. Then, without the slightest hesitation, Eklavya drew out his knife and cut his thumb! The princes gasped at Eklavya's act of bravery. But the tribal boy betrayed no signs of pain, and held out his severed thumb to Dronacharya. "Here is my guru dakshina, Drona", Ekalavya said. "I am happy that you have made me your disciple, even if I'm a mere Shudra hunter." The sage was humbled. He blessed the young archer for his courage. "Eklavya, even with out your thumb, you'll be known as a great archer. I bless you that you will be remembered forever for your loyalty to your guru," Drona declared and left the forests. He was moved and grieved at his own action. But he was content that his promise to Arjuna was not broken. The Gods blessed Eklavya from above. But despite his handicap, Eklavya continued to practice archery. How could he do so? When one is dedicated, one can make even mountains bow. With practice, Eklavya could shoot arrows with his index and middle finger and he became a greater archer than he was ever before. His renown spread far and wide. When Drona came to know this, he blessed the boy silently and begged for divine forgiveness. And true to Drona's blessing, Eklavya is still praised as the most loyal and brave student in the epic of Mahabharatha..

 

Moral: Any knowledge Teacher gives to Student has value in life of a Student as he goes on with life. Think from Kindergarten till highest level of study you have completed, see what you will be left with if there were no teachers in your life. Parents give us life, love and help in going right direction, But Teachers show us how to live life, shows us path and makes us self dependable so that we can pick the right path. Always respect your teachers, do not value them any lesser than your parents. When student succeeds in studies and life, its student who always gets praised by People, not the one who gave student a knowledge to success. Teacher's Happiness is in student's success, and student should not forget to at least thank politely to the

one who made you capable of following journey of life. And if you had learned what your teacher taught you with dedication and respect to towards teacher, journey of life always gets comfortable.

 

 

Happy Teacher's Day..!

 

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Useful for people traveling in Chennai buses!!

நீங்கள் சென்னை வாசியா...!!!

 

TRUE INCIDENT by Ranjani - Useful for people traveling in Chennai buses!!

 

" I m working in Chennai One(Thoraipakkam), Chennai. I usually travelby

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Metropolitan Transport Corporation(MTC) bus, from jain college stop (Which

is near to my office) to tidel park and from Tidel park I will catch train,

to home. MTC bus coming from kelambakkam(19B,21H) mostly wont stop in tidel

park in early days. So I usually prefer to get into T51 bus, which will

stop in tidel park stop. After some time 19B started stopping in tidel park

also.

 

Today while returning from office at around 8.30 pm, I was in a hurry to

catch my 9.28 pm train at Tidel park. I got up a bus(19B) in Jain College

at around 8.45 pm, and asked the conductor to give a ticket for tidel park

stop. He said, the bus wont stop there, and he asked me to get down at

signal if it stops there or else get down at stop next to tidel park. I was

argugingwith him that I am going daily with the same bus and get down in

the tidel park stop. But he kept on saying the same thing.. I got

irritated with conductor response. Suddenly I remembered a complaint phone

no.(9884301013) I read in one bus sometime back and noted down in my

mobile. I called that no. and said about the incident that conductor is not

stopping in the usual stop.

 

The MTC representative (person at the other end) asked me to give the phone

to the conductor. The conductor was not interested to talking with his

official. The MTC rep. asked me the bus registration no. He enquired where

is the bus at that time and I said it is in Kandhanchavadi. The MTC rep.

said he will come in the line and talk to them. I was curious how he will

come and catch the bus.

 

After few mins. the wireless transmeter(to track the bus), near the driver

in the bus started shouting... Driver stop the bus. Driver stop the bus in

the left side of the road. Driver was not sure what is happening may be his

first experience, for others(including me) it is the real first

experience. The driver stopped the bus and started listening to the

transmeter. The MTC rep. enquired why the bus is not stopping in tidel park

stop. The driver said he stops in tidel park stop and in the previous trip

also he has done. The rep. asked him then why the conductor is saying like

that. He asked the conductor what is the issue. The conductor was

speechless. The driver somehow managed the situation and supported the

conductor by saying that the conductor was new to this route. The driver

asked excuse for the incident and said he will stop in the Tidel Park stop

 

The MTC rep. said he wanted to talk the passenger who called him. I went

near the transmeter and spoke to the MTC rep. He said sorry for the

incident happened and asked sorry on behalf of MTC. Everyone in the bus

were surprised of things happening. I came back to my seat and I was so

embarrassed as all were looking at me. Few passengers asked me what is the

number, and whom I called. They also took the number. The bus stopped in Tidel Park

stop then. After getting down I called the MTC rep. and said the bus

stopped in the stopping.

 

It was a nice experience for me and others who traveled in the bus,

including driver and conductor and I was very surprised after this incident.

Yes, nowadays good things are happening in government sector also and

technology is used properly."

 

Complaint Phone no. for Chennai MTC bus: 9884301013,9445030516,9383337639

 

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Fun Among - Kenyatta, Moi and Kibaki

 

 

Love Is Life

Play the moments. ▌▌ Pause the memories. Stop the pain. ◄◄ Rewind the happiness

 

LIVE while you are alive ...!!!

 

  "It is better to try and fail than failing to try ,success lies in that attempt itself."

   

    "Don't let anyone steal your dreams. Follow your heart, no matter what"

 

 

 

 

 Kenyatta, Moi and Kibaki were lost in the forest and were captured by cannibals.

The cannibal king told the prisoners that they could live if they pass a trial.

The first step of trial was to go to the forest and get ten pieces of the same kind of fruit.
 So all three men went separate ways to gather fruits.

Kenyatta came back first and said to the king, "I brought 10 apples".

The king then explained the trail to him,
"You have to swallow the 10 fruits without any expression on your face or you will beaten to death".
o      The first  apple went in ...... o      
But on the second one he winced in pain.
So he was killed.

Moi arrived and showed the king ten berries.
When the king explained the trial to him .o       
He thought that this should be easy

1.....2....3...4...5.....6...7...8...9 o       

And on the tenth berry he burst out in laughter and was killed.

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Moi and Kenyatta met in heaven and Kenyatta asked Moi, "why did you laugh, you almost got away with it?"
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Vaanga samosa vikka polam (Come lets buy Samosa)

 

 

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LIVE while you are alive ...!!!

 

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True Story of a Samosa Vendor:

 

It was my usual train journey to home from work boarding the 20:50 train at

Paranur. When the train was about to start from Guduvanchery, one Samosa

vendor with his empty samosa basket boarded the train sat next to my seat.

As the compartment was sparsely crowded and also my destination station is

far away, I felt like interacting with the Samosa vendor for sometime as a

time pass.

 

Me:   "Innaikku Samosa full sales pola!"

             (Seems like you have sold all the samosas today)

 

Samosa Vendor:   Smilingly, "Aamanga Kadavul punniyathula innaikku full salesnga"

                                 (Yes, by God's grace full sales today)

 

Me:       "Paavamga aanal, Full day ippdi sales pannal tired aayida maateengala"

              (I really feel pity on you people. Wont you get tired if you do this tiresome job all the

day?")

 

Samosa Vendor:   "Enna saami seiya.. adhanae pozhappu... Ippdi samosa vithakka dan Oru samosaku 75paisa commission

kuduppanga"

                                     (What to do sir! This is our job. Only if we sell samosas like this everyday, we will be getting

a commission of 75Paise per samosa we sell)

 

Me:     "Oh appdiya! Oru naalaikku evvalavu Samosa sales aagum?"

                 (Oh is it! On an

average, how many Samosas you sell every day?")

 

Samosa Vendor:   "Peak timena 3000-3500 samosa ore aalu vithuruvom. Dull time na 1000 kooda theradhu.. Thoraiyama 2000 samosa

vippom oru naalaikku"

                              (If it is peak time, we sell around 3000-3500 samosas per peson. If dull time not even 1000 will

move on that day. On an average, it will be  around 2000 samosas we sell everyday)

 

I was speechless for a second, since if it is 75paise per samosa and that

guy says he sells at an average of 2000 samosas every day which means his

daily earnings is Rs.1500 approx and his monthly earnings come to Rs45000

per month.(OMG!!!) I further intensified my questioner and this time not

for time pass but out of curiosity.

 

Me:   "Samosa neenga seiveengala?"

              (Will you prepare samosa yourself?)

 

Samosa vendor:   "Ileenga. Enga mudhalali samosa mastera vachu seiya solluvaru. Samosa vithu kaasu kuduppom. Evvalavu vithomo

adhukku maenikku 75kaasu nu pottu kudupparu.

                                      (No. Our owner prepares these samosas through samosa vendor and we just sell them here. After

selling, we will give the money to him and he will give us a commission of

75paise per  samosa we sell.)

 

I was unable to speak a single word further. But that person continued.

 

Samosa vendor:   "Aana onnunga.. Evvalavu sambadichalum Kudiliyae poidudu paadhi panam... Meedhi panatha vachu dan matha businessae

odudu"

                                    (But onething, Most of our earnings are being spent on Drinks itself. Only with the remaining amount

we are able to take care of other business)

 

Me:   "Matha businessa! Adhu enna!!"

               (Other business!! What is

that?")

 

Samosa Vendor:   "Land businessunga... Indha samosa kaasa saethu vachu 2007la Urapakkathula 1.5 grounds 3lakhs ku vaanginaen adha

konjam kaalam munnadi 15Lakhs ku vithaen. Vandha panathula   5Lakhs ku Uthiramerur la Land vaangi potrukken"

 

                                       (It is land business. In 2007 I bought 1.5 grounds of land at Urapakkam for 3 Lakhs and I have sold it

few months back for 15 Lakhs. With that money, I have purchase some Land in

Uthiramerur for 5 lakhs.)

 

Me:     "Micha panatha enna paneenga"

                 (What did you do with the

remaining amount?)

 

Samosa Vendor:  "Micha panam 6 Lakhsa Ponnu kalyanathukku odhukki vachuttaen, 4 lakshatha Bankla pottutaen."

                                      (With the remaining amount, I

have set aside 6 lakhs for my Daughter's marriage and 4 lakhs deposited it

in bank).

 

Me:    "Sir evvalavu padichirukeenga?"

                 (How much have you studied?)

 

Samosa Vendor:   "moonavadhu passunga.. naalavadhula niruthikitten. Aana ezhuda padikka theriyumunga"

                                      (Third standard pass.Stopped studies when I was in 4th. . But I know how to read and write)

 

I was almost in a shocked state and the further statement of him nailed me

right in the head.

 

Samosa vendor:  "Sir ungala maadhir neraiya paeru Office ku Tie Kattitu, Boots pottukittu, English paesittu, AC roomla vela

seiveenga aana Azhukku thuni pottutu irukkara naanga vangara Sambalam

Vaanguveengala nu Sandhegam dan"

 

                                  (There are many people like you who dress well wearing tie, shoes, talks fluently in English. Work in AC

room. But I don't think you guys earn as much as we do wearing dirty

clothes and  sell Samosas.)

 

What can I speak after this!! I am talking to a Millionaire!!!

 

At this point of time, the train chugged into Chrompet station and the

Samosa vendor  started from his seat.

 

Samosa vendor:       "Sir, enn station vandruchu.. paakalam..."

                                        (See you sir. My station has come.)

 

Me:                               "Paakalamga"

                                        (Take care..)

 

Well, what can I say after this incident!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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