<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-3880111798845811681</id><updated>2024-11-01T16:18:37.444+05:45</updated><category term="Joke"/><category term="Story"/><category term="Essay"/><title type='text'>Fun with Don</title><subtitle type='html'>A funny blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://funwithdon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880111798845811681/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://funwithdon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SKD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470449946006743357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880111798845811681.post-1985647330819204688</id><published>2015-09-21T17:20:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2015-09-21T17:27:03.151+05:45</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story"/><title type='text'>An Amazing Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;It happened when I was just 7 years old. I was coming back to my home from the farmland sight. I saw a crowd running towards me. Some people were chasing them. Behind them, police were following. Actually it was a glance of police and royalists chasing democrats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;I did not find any space to be escaped. I turned back and started to run ahead of them. Democrats were behind me. They were chased by royalists and police were at the last. The scene was really funny. It would have been funnier if some dogs had run after all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;After a few moments, I was overtaken by the democrats. Now there were royalists behind me. Within a second, they also left me. I found myself running ahead of police. I tried to run faster than I could. I was so nervous that I could not notice when police skipped me in this race. Later I knew that I was running after police. Then I stopped running and walked back to my home.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://funwithdon.blogspot.com/feeds/1985647330819204688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://funwithdon.blogspot.com/2015/09/an-amazing-race.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880111798845811681/posts/default/1985647330819204688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880111798845811681/posts/default/1985647330819204688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://funwithdon.blogspot.com/2015/09/an-amazing-race.html' title='An Amazing Race'/><author><name>SKD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470449946006743357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880111798845811681.post-7933682609290623320</id><published>2015-09-20T14:17:00.001+05:45</published><updated>2015-09-20T19:13:09.808+05:45</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Joke"/><title type='text'>That&#39;s Why I am Worried</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;A man was seen disappointed. His close friend asked him, &#39;&#39;What happened?&#39;&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;He said, &#39;&#39;Today my son ran away from home.&#39;&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Then the friend said, &#39;&#39;Don&#39;t worry. When he finishes the stolen money, he will come back.&#39;&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;And the man replied, &#39;&#39;That&#39;s why I am worried.&#39;&#39;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://funwithdon.blogspot.com/feeds/7933682609290623320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://funwithdon.blogspot.com/2015/09/thats-why-i-am-worried.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880111798845811681/posts/default/7933682609290623320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880111798845811681/posts/default/7933682609290623320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://funwithdon.blogspot.com/2015/09/thats-why-i-am-worried.html' title='That&#39;s Why I am Worried'/><author><name>SKD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470449946006743357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880111798845811681.post-9021000287872797356</id><published>2015-09-20T13:55:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2015-09-20T19:14:21.416+05:45</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Essay"/><title type='text'>Generation Gap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;I think the way of the students are changing with the change of the generation. Let me give an example of the way to say &#39;&#39;May I come in sir?&#39;&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;In my grandfather&#39;s time, students used to stand straight at the door. Then they used to join their hands and speak politely, &#39;&#39;Excuse me sir, may I come in please?&#39;&#39; It changed with generation change. In my father&#39;s time, students did not join hands. They directly asked, &#39;&#39;Excuse me sir, may I come in please?&#39;&#39; In my time, we asked like this, &#39;&#39;May I come in sir?&#39;&#39; We removed the words &#39;&#39;Excuse me&#39;&#39; and &#39;&#39;Please&#39;&#39;&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;Now what does the present students do? You wonder they ask like this, &#39;&#39;Sir, I came inside, OK? and then the teacher finds the student inside the class before he permits. I think the next upcoming generation will ask more amazingly, &#39;&#39; Sir, will you carry me inside?&#39;&#39;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://funwithdon.blogspot.com/feeds/9021000287872797356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://funwithdon.blogspot.com/2015/09/generation-gap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880111798845811681/posts/default/9021000287872797356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880111798845811681/posts/default/9021000287872797356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://funwithdon.blogspot.com/2015/09/generation-gap.html' title='Generation Gap'/><author><name>SKD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470449946006743357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880111798845811681.post-6698603814789152244</id><published>2015-09-20T13:25:00.001+05:45</published><updated>2015-09-20T19:14:51.080+05:45</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story"/><title type='text'>Story of the Tortoise and the Hare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;Once upon a time there were a tortoise and a hare in a forest. One day the tortoise and the hare decided for a running competition. Accordingly, they had to fix a flag in the finishing line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;The race began. As the hare was faster, he, in a matter of a moment, left the tortoise far behind. However, the tortoise steadily ran. On the way he found the hare sleeping under a tree. The tortoise became very happy. He said to himself, &#39;&#39;It exactly happened like in Aesop&#39;s story. Now the hare has thought that I am so slow to win. So being over confident and lazy, he is sleeping. Now I have to reach the finish line before he wakes up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;The tortoise began to run as faster as he can. When he reached the destination he found the flag of the hare already fixed there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;By the way, when competition had begun, the hare really felt lazy on the way. As he had also read the Aesop&#39;s &#39;&#39; Story of the Tortoise and the Hare&#39;&#39;, he ran faster, directly came to the finish line, fixed the flag and returned. While coming back he freely slept on the way.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://funwithdon.blogspot.com/feeds/6698603814789152244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://funwithdon.blogspot.com/2015/09/story-of-tortoise-and-hare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880111798845811681/posts/default/6698603814789152244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880111798845811681/posts/default/6698603814789152244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://funwithdon.blogspot.com/2015/09/story-of-tortoise-and-hare.html' title='Story of the Tortoise and the Hare'/><author><name>SKD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470449946006743357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880111798845811681.post-7517464482401373312</id><published>2015-09-20T12:54:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2015-09-20T19:15:05.890+05:45</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Joke"/><title type='text'>May I Come in Sir?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;A teacher was checking the home assignments of students in the class. A student who had gone outside appeared at the gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;Student: May I come in sir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;Teacher: ...{silent}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;Student: May I come in sir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;Teacher: ........{silent, still checking assignments}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;Student: Excuse me sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;Teacher: {still not listening}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;Then the student entered in the class and went near the teacher who was still busy in checking assignments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;Student: {nearly touching the ear of the teacher} Excuse me sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;Teacher: {suddenly looking at the student} Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;Student: May I come in sir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;Teacher: Yes, come in.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://funwithdon.blogspot.com/feeds/7517464482401373312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://funwithdon.blogspot.com/2015/09/may-i-come-in-sir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880111798845811681/posts/default/7517464482401373312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880111798845811681/posts/default/7517464482401373312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://funwithdon.blogspot.com/2015/09/may-i-come-in-sir.html' title='May I Come in Sir?'/><author><name>SKD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470449946006743357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>