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Being Human

Maya Maya !!!!

Neck-laced Uncle Sam

Fishtory !!!

The sailors(ancient)great story tellers ,who visited the foreign lands ...mixed imagination and facts and disbursed saline cocktails to the ignorant.Mermaids are among them, deprived of their biological needs they fancied about mermaids and passed on the stories to others.Some talented craftsmen even done posthumous plastic surgery to the monkey bodies stitching fish tails and dried it to present it later to unsuspecting influentials in foreign lands for favours.Some wrote and some applied their imagination.

A HAPPY NEW YEAR.

Exam

AJIT NINAN

QUICKGUN MURUGAN mind it!

SWINE FLU

THE LICE STORY !!!!

A famous 1935 book called Rats, Lice and History, by bacteriologist Hans Zinsser, expounds on the “intimate role” that lice played in the social life of the human race until well into the 19th century. “It was not so long ago, indeed, that its prevalence extended to the highest orders of society, and was accepted as an inevitable part of existence like baptism, or the smallpox,” he writes.

Some cultures even incorporated the parasite into their traditions, according to Zinsser. The Aztec people collected lice from their bodies in small bags and laid them at the feet of their king. Native people of Northern Siberia threw lice on a visitor in a traditional declaration of love. Zinsser explains this as “a sort of ‘My louse is thy louse’ ceremony.” A Swedish town in the Middle Ages elected a mayor by placing a louse in the middle of a table of eligible candidates, and “The one into whose beard the louse first adventured was the mayor for the ensuing year.”

Later, some Europeans took to shaving their heads and wearing a wig in an effort to deter lice, but the wigs themselves were often full of nits. Nitpicking was a way of life; educated children, however, were taught that it was “improper to take lice or fleas or other vermin by the neck to kill them in company, except in the most intimate circles,” according to Zinsser.

India's humour factory

A sardar went to a bank to open an account. After looking at the form, he travelled to Delhi to fill it up. Do you know why? The form says, "Fill in capital". 

A sardar photographer focusing on a dead body's face at a funeral is suddenly beaten up by the relatives of the dead man. Why? He had said, "Smile please."

A sardar was filling up the application for a job, and was not sure as to what to fill in the column 'salary expected'. After much thought, he wrote "Yes".

A man asked a sardar why Manmohan Singh walked in the evening and not in the morning. The sardarji replied, "Manmohan is PM and not AM."

A dog was chasing a sardar, but he continued smiling. A bystander asked him why. The sardar replied, "I have an Airtel connection, but still Hutch network is following me."

A teacher told all the students in a class to write an essay on a cricket match. All were busy writing except one sardar. He wrote, "Due to rain, no match."

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Mobile ko effect..

Local farming or Global warming

Even the chillies(dalley) are not hot nowadays.

Swallow Talk

COST OF AFFORESTATION

The Afforestation mistake in Andaman....first cut six to seven plants and then take four bamboos and make this fence , plant a tree..never revisit or take care of it.In total kill eleven to twelve plants...AND TRY TO GROW ONE!
I agree that iron fences cannot withstand the saline winds near seashores but this is not the best alternative.HUMOSAPIEN ONLY CAN EXPERIMENT LIKE THIS!

Monarchy

Smiling Dolphin!

CANDLE IN THE WINDOW !

memory lane-1

I don't wanna go to school

It's early morning, and Mrs. Smith is trying to awaken her son Jimmy.
"Wake up, Jimmy!" she shouts from downstairs, "it's six-thirty,
time to get up and go to school!"
"Aw, Mom," Jimmy shouts back, "I don't wanna go to school!"
"Come on, Jimmy!" she says as she walks into his room, "you gotta go!"
"No, Mom," protests Jimmy, in tears, "I hate school! The kids hate me,
the teachers hate me, even the janitor hates me!"
"Jimmy, come on, get up, you gotta go!" says Mrs. Smith, pulling him out
of the bed, "you are forty years old, and you are the headmaster!"