<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21329268</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:46:25.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunilpandey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21329268/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunilpandey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sunil pandey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523670638640356493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/8863/26cx2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21329268.post-115963657520839354</id><published>2006-09-30T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T10:16:15.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT CUSTOMER CARE MEANS.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here r some true stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technologically Challenged?&lt;br /&gt;The following is an excerpt from an article in the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wall Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journal that might make you feel better:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Compaq is considering changing the command "Press Any Key" to&lt;br /&gt;"Press Return Key" because of the flood of calls asking where the&lt;br /&gt;"Any" key is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. AST technical support had a caller complaining that her mouse was&lt;br /&gt;hard to control with the dust cover on. The cover turned out to be&lt;br /&gt;the plastic bag the mouse was packaged in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Another Compaq technician received a call from a man complaining&lt;br /&gt;that the system wouldn't read word processing files from his old&lt;br /&gt;diskettes. The customer had stuck labels on the diskettes, then&lt;br /&gt;rolled them into his typewriter to type on the labels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Another customer was asked to send a copy of her defective&lt;br /&gt;diskettes. A few days later, a letter arrived from the customer&lt;br /&gt;along with photocopies of the floppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A Dell technician advised a customer to put his troubled floppy&lt;br /&gt;back in the drive and close the door. The customer asked the tech to&lt;br /&gt;hold on, and was heard putting the phone down, getting up and&lt;br /&gt;crossing the room to close the door to his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Another Dell customer called to say he couldn't get his computer&lt;br /&gt;to fax anything. After 40 minutes of trouble-shooting, the tech&lt;br /&gt;discovered the man was trying to fax a piece of paper by holding it&lt;br /&gt;in front of the monitor screen and hitting the "send" key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Yet another Dell customer called to complain that his keyboard no&lt;br /&gt;longer worked. He had cleaned it by filling up his tub with soap and&lt;br /&gt;water and soaking the keyboard for a day, then removing all the keys&lt;br /&gt;and washing them individually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A Dell technician received a call from a customer who was enraged&lt;br /&gt;because his computer had told him he was "bad and an invalid". The&lt;br /&gt;tech explained that the computer's "bad command" and "invalid"&lt;br /&gt;responses shouldn't be taken personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A confused caller to IBM was having troubles printing documents.&lt;br /&gt;He told the technician that the computer had said it "couldn't find&lt;br /&gt;printer". The user had tried turning the computer screen to face the&lt;br /&gt;printer, but that his computer still couldn't "see" the printer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. An exasperated caller to Dell Computer Tech Support couldn't get&lt;br /&gt;her new Dell computer to turn on. After ensuring the computer was&lt;br /&gt;plugged in, the technician asked her what happened when she pushed&lt;br /&gt;the power button. Her response, "I pushed and pushed on this foot&lt;br /&gt;pedal and nothing happened." The "foot pedal" turned out to be the&lt;br /&gt;computer's mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Another customer called Compaq Tech Support to say her brand-new&lt;br /&gt;computer wouldn't work. She said she unpacked the unit, plugged it&lt;br /&gt;in and sat there for 20 minutes waiting for something to happen.&lt;br /&gt;When asked what happened when she pressed the power switch, she&lt;br /&gt;asked, "What Power switch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. True story from a Novell NetWire SysOp:&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "Hello, is this Tech Support ?"&lt;br /&gt;Tech: "Yes, it is. How may I help you?"&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "The cup holder on my PC is broken and I am within my&lt;br /&gt;warranty period. How do I go about getting that fixed?"&lt;br /&gt;Tech: "I'm sorry, but did you say a cup holder?"&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "Yes, it's attached to the front of my computer."&lt;br /&gt;Tech: "Please excuse me if I seem a bit stumped, it's because I am.&lt;br /&gt;Did you receive this as part of a promotional, at a trade show?"&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "It came with my computer. I don't know anything about a&lt;br /&gt;promotional. It just has '4X' on it."&lt;br /&gt;At this point the Tech Rep had to mute the caller, because he&lt;br /&gt;couldn't stand it. He was laughing too hard. The caller had been&lt;br /&gt;using the load drawer of the CD-ROM drive as a cup holder, and&lt;br /&gt;snapped it off the drive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Another IBM customer had trouble installing software and rang&lt;br /&gt;for support. " I put in the first disk, and that was OK. It said to&lt;br /&gt;put in the second disk, and I had some problems with that disk. When&lt;br /&gt;it said to put in the third disk - I couldn't even fit it in...."&lt;br /&gt;The user hadn't realized that "Insert Disk 2" meant to remove Disk 1&lt;br /&gt;first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21329268-115963657520839354?l=sunilpandey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunilpandey.blogspot.com/feeds/115963657520839354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21329268&amp;postID=115963657520839354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21329268/posts/default/115963657520839354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21329268/posts/default/115963657520839354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunilpandey.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-customer-care-means.html' title=''/><author><name>sunil pandey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523670638640356493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/8863/26cx2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21329268.post-115958186286468617</id><published>2006-09-29T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T19:07:42.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE SALARY THEOREM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one knows that the salary theorem establishes that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;engineers and scientists can NEVER EVER earn as much money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as businessman, salesman,ploitician, and actors easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This theorem can be demonstrated by reducing it to a simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mathematical equation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The equation rests on two posulates::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSULATE No. 1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             "KNOWLEDGE IS POWER."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSULATE No. 2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             "TIME IS MONEY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given that :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power= Work/Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by corollaries we know;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge = Power&lt;br /&gt;Time = Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore we can easily obtain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money= Work/Knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when knowledge goes towards ZERO , Money goes to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INFINITY, Regardless of the value attributed to work, even&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if work is very small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, when Knowledge goes towards INFINITY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money goes towards ZERO,even if value of work is high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSION: The less you know, the more money you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definately make....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21329268-115958186286468617?l=sunilpandey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunilpandey.blogspot.com/feeds/115958186286468617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21329268&amp;postID=115958186286468617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21329268/posts/default/115958186286468617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21329268/posts/default/115958186286468617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunilpandey.blogspot.com/2006/09/salary-theorem-every-one-knows-that.html' title=''/><author><name>sunil pandey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523670638640356493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/8863/26cx2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21329268.post-115956039009025197</id><published>2006-09-29T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T13:06:30.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tough Management Lessons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANAGEMENT LESSONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson Number One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day. A&lt;br /&gt;small rabbit&lt;br /&gt;saw the crow, and asked him, "Can I also sit like you&lt;br /&gt;and do nothing all&lt;br /&gt;day long?" The crow answered: "Sure, why not." So, the&lt;br /&gt;rabbit sat on the&lt;br /&gt;ground below the crow, and rested. All of a sudden, a&lt;br /&gt;fox appeared,&lt;br /&gt;jumped on the rabbit and ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Management Lesson: To be sitting and doing nothing,&lt;br /&gt;you must be&lt;br /&gt;sitting very, very high up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson Number Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turkey was chatting with a bull. "I would love to be&lt;br /&gt;able to get to&lt;br /&gt;the top of that tree," sighed the turkey, "but I&lt;br /&gt;haven't got the energy.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?"&lt;br /&gt;replied the&lt;br /&gt;bull."They're packed with nutrients." The turkey&lt;br /&gt;pecked at a lump of dung&lt;br /&gt;and found that it actually gave him enough strength to&lt;br /&gt;reach the first&lt;br /&gt;branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some&lt;br /&gt;more dung, he reached&lt;br /&gt;the second branch. Finally after a fortnight, there he&lt;br /&gt;was proudly perched&lt;br /&gt;at the top of the tree. Soon he was promptly spotted&lt;br /&gt;by a farmer, who&lt;br /&gt;shot the turkey out of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Management Lesson: Bullshit might get you to the&lt;br /&gt;top, but it won't&lt;br /&gt;keep you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson Number Three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the body was first made, all the parts wanted to&lt;br /&gt;be Boss. The&lt;br /&gt;brain said, "I should be Boss because I control the&lt;br /&gt;whole body's responses&lt;br /&gt;and functions." The feet said, " We should be Boss as&lt;br /&gt;we carry the brain&lt;br /&gt;about and get him to where he wants to go." The hands&lt;br /&gt;said, "We should be&lt;br /&gt;the Boss because we do all the work and earn all the&lt;br /&gt;money." And so it&lt;br /&gt;went on and on with the heart, the lungs and the eyes&lt;br /&gt;until finally the&lt;br /&gt;asshole spoke up. All the parts laughed at the idea of&lt;br /&gt;the asshole being the&lt;br /&gt;Boss. So the asshole went on strike, blocked itself&lt;br /&gt;up and refused to work.&lt;br /&gt;Within a short time the eyes became crossed, the hands&lt;br /&gt;clenched, the&lt;br /&gt;feet twitched, the heart and lungs began to panic and&lt;br /&gt;the brain fevered.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually they all decided that the asshole should be&lt;br /&gt;the boss, so&lt;br /&gt;the motion was passed. All the other parts did all the&lt;br /&gt;work while the boss&lt;br /&gt;just sat and passed out the shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Management Lesson: You don't need brains to be a&lt;br /&gt;Boss- any asshole&lt;br /&gt;will do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21329268-115956039009025197?l=sunilpandey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunilpandey.blogspot.com/feeds/115956039009025197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21329268&amp;postID=115956039009025197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21329268/posts/default/115956039009025197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21329268/posts/default/115956039009025197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunilpandey.blogspot.com/2006/09/tough-management-lessons-management.html' title=''/><author><name>sunil pandey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523670638640356493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/8863/26cx2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21329268.post-115955158223666036</id><published>2006-09-29T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T10:40:14.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;The Three Wishes&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman was out golfing one day when she hit the ball into the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went into the woods to look for it and found a frog in a trap. The frog told her, "If you release me from this trap, I will grant you three wishes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman freed the frog, and the frog said, "Thank you, but I failed to mention that there was a condition to your wishes. Whatever you wish for, your husband will get it ten times!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman said, "That's okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her first wish, she wanted to be the most beautiful woman in the world. The frog warned her, "You do realize that this wish will also make your husband the most handsome man in the world, an Adonis whom women will flock to". The woman replied, "That's okay, because I will be the most beautiful woman and he will have eyes only for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, KAZAM-she's the most beautiful Woman in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her second wish, she wanted to be the richest woman in the world. The frog said, "That will make your husband the richest man in the world. And he will be ten times richer than you. "The woman said, "That's okay, because what's mine is his and what's his is mine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, KAZAM-she's the richest woman in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog then inquired about her third wish, and she answered, "I'd like a mild heart attack!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Women are clever. Don't mess with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention FEMALE READERS: This is the end of the story for you. Stop here and continue feeling good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MALE READERS: Please scroll down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man had a heart attack ten times milder than his wife!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Women are really dumb but think they're really smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them continue to think that way and just enjoy the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you are a woman and are still reading this; it only goes to show that women never listen!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21329268-115955158223666036?l=sunilpandey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunilpandey.blogspot.com/feeds/115955158223666036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21329268&amp;postID=115955158223666036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21329268/posts/default/115955158223666036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21329268/posts/default/115955158223666036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunilpandey.blogspot.com/2006/09/three-wishes-woman-was-out-golfing-one.html' title=''/><author><name>sunil pandey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523670638640356493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/8863/26cx2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21329268.post-113813038315838636</id><published>2006-01-24T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T11:20:42.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Girls first time????!!!&lt;/h2&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Assume you are a girl (if you are a boy). It's your first time. As you lie back your muscles tighten. You put him off for a while searching for an excuse, but he refuses to be swayed as he approaches you. He asks if you're afraid and you shake your head bravely. He has had more experience, but it's the first time his finger has found the right place. He probes deeply and you shiver; your body tenses; but he's gentle like he promised he'd be. He looks deeply within your eyes and tells you to trust him - he's done this many times before. His cool smile relaxes you and you open wider to give him more room for an easy entrance. You begin to plead and beg him to hurry, but he slowly takes his time, wanting to cause you as little pain as possible. As he presses closer, going deeper, you feel the tissue give way; pain surges throughout your body and you feel the slight trickle of blood as he continues. He looks at you concerned and asks you if it's too painful. Your eyes are filled with tears but you shake your head and nod for him to go on. He begins going in and out with skill but you are now too numb to feel him within you. After a few moments, you feel something bursting within you and he pulls it out of you, you lay panting, glad to have it over. He looks at you and smiling warmly, tells you, with a chuckle; that you have been his most stubborn yet most rewarding experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smile and thank your dentist! After all, it was your first time to have a tooth pulled. Naughty, Naughty! What were you thinkin'? PERVERT I know what you were thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21329268-113813038315838636?l=sunilpandey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunilpandey.blogspot.com/feeds/113813038315838636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21329268&amp;postID=113813038315838636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21329268/posts/default/113813038315838636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21329268/posts/default/113813038315838636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunilpandey.blogspot.com/2006/01/girls-first-time-assume-you-are-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>sunil pandey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523670638640356493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/8863/26cx2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21329268.post-113804259297432386</id><published>2006-01-23T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T10:53:20.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Few SMSs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arz kiya hai,&lt;br /&gt;Tere dar par sanam hazaar baar aayenge,&lt;br /&gt;Tere dar par sanam hazaar baar aayenge,&lt;br /&gt;Tere dar par sanam hazaar baar aayenge,&lt;br /&gt;Ghanti bajainge aur bhaag jayenge !&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotho se jo choo liya,&lt;br /&gt;Ehsaas Aab tak hai,&lt;br /&gt;Aankhe Nam hai, Aur sanso mein Aag aab tak hain...&lt;br /&gt;Aur kyo na ho... Khayi Bhi to 'HARI Mirchi...'-hai...&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;jab dosti ki dastaan waqt sunayega,&lt;br /&gt;hum ko bhi koi shaks yaad ayega ,&lt;br /&gt;tab bhool jayenge zindagi ke gamon ko ,&lt;br /&gt;jab AAp ke saath guzra waqt yaad ayega&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Shadi karna tha par kismat khuli nahi,&lt;br /&gt;TAJMAHAL Bana tha par MUMTAZ mili nahi,&lt;br /&gt;Ab kismat khuli, Shadi hue,&lt;br /&gt;ab TAZ banana chahta hu,&lt;br /&gt;par ye MUMTAZ marti nahi!&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Bhul se kabhi hame bhi yaad kiya karo,&lt;br /&gt;Pyar nahi to Shikayat hi kiya karo,&lt;br /&gt;Itna bhi gair na samjho ki baat hi na kiya karo,&lt;br /&gt;Phone nahi to SMS hi kiya karo....&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dil k dard ko zuba par laate nahi,&lt;br /&gt;hum apni aankhon se ansu bahate nahi,&lt;br /&gt;Zakhm chahe kitne hi gahre kyo na ho,&lt;br /&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;hum DETTOL k siva kuch laagate nahi.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Jindagi behaal hai,&lt;br /&gt;Sur hai naa taal hai,&lt;br /&gt;Msgbox bhi kangal hai,&lt;br /&gt;kya aapki sms factory me hadtal hai,&lt;br /&gt;yaar kuch to bhejo ye meri mobile ki zindagi ka sawaal hai.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Vaade pe o aitbaar nahi karte,&lt;br /&gt;Hum zikre mohabbat sare bazaar nahi karte.&lt;br /&gt;Darta hai dil unki ruswai se,&lt;br /&gt;Aur who sochte hai hum unse pyar nahi karte.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Har khushi kam hai,&lt;br /&gt;Tera gum bhulane ke liye,&lt;br /&gt;Ek tera gum hi kaafi hai,&lt;br /&gt;Mujhe umr bhar rulane ke liye&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Mere Jineke Liye Tera Armaan Hi Kafi Hai .&lt;br /&gt;Dil Ke Kalam Se Likhi Ye ! Dastaan Hi Kafi Hai.&lt;br /&gt;Tir-E-Talwaar Ki Tujhe Kya Zaroorat-E-Nazneen,&lt;br /&gt;Qatl Karne Ke Liye Teri Muskaan hi Kafi Hai&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Jamane se nahi to tanhai se darta hun,&lt;br /&gt;Pyar se nahi to ruswai se darta hun,&lt;br /&gt;Milne ki umang bahot hoti hai dil me,&lt;br /&gt;Lekin milne ke baad teri judai se darta hun.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Bekabu hai dil fir bhi jiye ja raha hun,&lt;br /&gt;Khali hao botal fir bhi piya ja raha hun,&lt;br /&gt;Majburi to dekho is dil ki.&lt;br /&gt;Reply nahi mil raha fir bhi msg-pe-msg kiye ja raha hun.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Aap kya jaano hum kitna yaad karte hain&lt;br /&gt;maano ya na maano har pal fariyaad karte hain&lt;br /&gt;Roz khat likhte hain CARTOON NETWORK ko&lt;br /&gt;aur aapko play karne ki maang karte hain....&lt;br /&gt;waaaaahhhhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21329268-113804259297432386?l=sunilpandey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunilpandey.blogspot.com/feeds/113804259297432386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21329268&amp;postID=113804259297432386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21329268/posts/default/113804259297432386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21329268/posts/default/113804259297432386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunilpandey.blogspot.com/2006/01/few-smss-arz-kiya-hai-tere-dar-par.html' title=''/><author><name>sunil pandey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523670638640356493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/8863/26cx2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21329268.post-113803901350895101</id><published>2006-01-23T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T10:25:11.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Imagine this........... simply superb answer!!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are driving along your car on a wild, stormynight, it's raining heavily, when suddenly you pass bya bus stop, and you see three people&lt;br /&gt;waiting for a bus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. An old lady who looks as if she is about to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. An old friend who once saved your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The perfect partner you have been dreaming about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one would you choose to offer a ride to, knowingvery well that there could only be one passenger inyour car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think before you continue reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a moral/ethical dilemma that was once actuallyused as part of a job application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You could pick up the old lady, because she is goingto die, and thus you should save her first;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* or you could take the old friend because he oncesaved your life, and this would be the perfect henceto pay him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* However, you may never be able to find your perfectmate again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candidate who was hired (out of 200 applicants)had no trouble coming up with his answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He simply answered: "I would give the car keys to myOld friend and let him take the lady to the hospital.I would stay behind and wait for the&lt;br /&gt;bus with the partner of my dreams."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we gain more if we are able to give up ourstubborn thought limitations. Never forget to "ThinkOutside of the Box&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21329268-113803901350895101?l=sunilpandey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunilpandey.blogspot.com/feeds/113803901350895101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21329268&amp;postID=113803901350895101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21329268/posts/default/113803901350895101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21329268/posts/default/113803901350895101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunilpandey.blogspot.com/2006/01/imagine-this.html' title=''/><author><name>sunil pandey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523670638640356493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/8863/26cx2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
