<?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-9052111022039363150</id><updated>2024-08-31T07:19:40.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY COLLECTIONZZZ</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeepscollections.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9052111022039363150/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeepscollections.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>deeeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525596307117370778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzvUBSF-M1hmPYzqNAQ2gsnwhWXJfFimuFE_LStqC-RvwKFxj724m4C43QCn7EEGXT3ATS-Oeu-WdJrIsMQfBCditRBFZ7C93qGKk0dtSc3Xwp2jK-vDeTnQxCSNKaPg/s220/IMG_3545.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9052111022039363150.post-706982961721384784</id><published>2012-08-20T08:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-20T08:03:59.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FONOMANIA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
We live in a world where the degree of fake-ness of your glares (read
 Raj-ban, not Ray-ban) can decide a persons coolness quotient. A phone 
can say a lot about you. There are actual research papers on this topic 
that are used by recruiters for behavioral studies of potential 
candidates.&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;1. The iPhone:&lt;/strong&gt; You are rich! Theres no way you can 
justify the functionality for that price. There are phones that are 
available for half the price. Consider yourself among the sensible 
sub-type if you did not run out to buy the new iPhone 4s even though you
 already had the previous edition! Apple has successfully sucked you 
into its addictive world of trans-human philosophy. Accept it, you are 
an Apple fanboy. (Apple fanboys will probably sue this post)&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;2. Samsung Galaxy:&lt;/strong&gt; You adore asian perfection 
(limited only to technology, other domains are not covered in this 
study) You like wearing skinny jeans and skinny shirts just to show how 
thin (read: skinny) your phone is! You are rich too, not as much as the 
iPhone people, but a close second.&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;3. Maxx/Spice/Karbonn/Lemon, Orange, Mango and the works..:&lt;/strong&gt;
 The new breed of people phones! They include everything, right from the
 humble blackcherry to the high end oPhone. You like to have every 
possible feature out there in your phone and more. Projector, Radio, 
WIFI, messenger, Can opener you name it and your phone has it. Patenting
 issues or the phones life don’t worry you. Don’t let anyone ridicule 
you for having a projector or a salt tester in your phone. Rock On!&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;4. Blackberry:&lt;/strong&gt; The most rapidly expanding group of 
people out there. You like to chat – A lot! When you are not updating 
your next status message on Facebook, you are typing away furiously on 
the minuscule keys of your Blackberry. They would gladly buy the iPhone 
if it had a physical keyboard, dedicated messenger and a trackball in 
the middle of the touchscreen. Your conversations include a lot of 
Mwaahzzz and Lolzzzz. The number of smileys supersedes the number of 
normal characters in a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;
P.S. They sometimes forget that a blackberry is an actual fruit.&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;5. An Android:&lt;/strong&gt; The smart ones. Why pay for something
 when its available for free – Legally! Android coders consider 
themselves as the messiahs of the technology world. You love the good 
old iPhone vs Android debates and tell off iPhone users with a cool 
“Does your phone do this?”&lt;br /&gt;
You just might be reading this on your android, right?&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;6. The Galaxy Note:&lt;/strong&gt; You deserve to be socially 
outcasted. (hence a different category all together) A phone that 
doesn’t fit into your pocket is not technically a phone. If you own 
this, you probably own a Mens Bra, which is as unnecessary as the Galaxy
 Note. You are rich too… and stupid!&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;7. Nokia:&lt;/strong&gt; Lets just say you’d like your phone to 
work even after a nuclear apocalypse. Still considered by many as the 
pinnacle in robustness. If you still use this, you&lt;br /&gt;
a) are too lazy to buy a flashlight (1100!!)&lt;br /&gt;
or b) Still think Apple, Lemon and Blackberry are things we eat.&lt;br /&gt;
The average Nokia user is a woman (87% according to a recent study)&lt;br /&gt;
The name of the town of Nokia originated from the river which flowed 
through the town. The river itself, Nokianvirta, was named after the old
 Finnish word originally meaning sable, later pine marten. A species of 
this small, black-furred predatory animal was once found in the region, 
but it is now extinct… Just like the phones will be very soon!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;headlinemeta&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://mag.bewakoof.com/category/it-happens-only-in-india/&quot; title=&quot;View all posts in It Happens Only in India&quot;&gt;It Happens Only in India&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
“Aapko hui asuvidha ke liye hame khed hai!”, its a line most of you would have
heard, even if you have visited New Delhi Railway Station even once in your
life time. And though this announcement is made when trains are running late,
but we might as well go through some other asuvidha’s as well. Just to clarify-
I am not going to rant about&amp;nbsp; how useless our Railway Ministry is (because
i bet we all can do a thesis on efficiency of&amp;nbsp; most of the ministries,
where common man is concerned!). I would rather enlist some peculiar person and
ridiculous situations that we encounter on these journeys:&lt;br /&gt;


Number 1: The &lt;strong&gt;people behind the ticket counters&lt;/strong&gt;. One
encounter with them, and you had think it was You who forced them to do this
job. They never have any&amp;nbsp; Change, besides&amp;nbsp; even if they know how to,
they never talk politely. If you want to know what a “slow motion” would look
like, do come and take a look.&lt;br /&gt;


Number 2: Have you ever come across the &lt;strong&gt;beggars!&lt;/strong&gt; No, I am
not saying that we should not be sympathetic towards the needy. But these
particular beggars will force you to “need” to run away. Just give one of them
a packet of biscuit (only if you know how to dodge them!). And out of no where
about ten small children will surround you with cries of “de do, de do.” I
still haven’t mastered the art of avoiding them…. do tell me if you get to know
:p&lt;br /&gt;


P.S. I quite forgot to mention the beggar who was&amp;nbsp; telling\begging&amp;nbsp;
a guy ,that I don’t buy tiger biscuits, I only buy Good day…so five rupees
won’t do!&lt;br /&gt;


Number 3: And have you seen the &lt;strong&gt;Policemen&lt;/strong&gt; stationed for
people’s security. I guess you would not. Because they can only be seen in a
shadowy and cool place. Security comes into play only when some high ranking
official is supposed to visit.&lt;br /&gt;


Number 4: The &lt;strong&gt;rats and Dogs&lt;/strong&gt;. They can definitely give Jerry
and Scooby doo a run for their money! Looking at those fat, ugly rats, who can
make any mortal shout at the highest pitch..you can not imagine why so much of
our “human” population is malnutritioned.&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;a href=&quot;http://mag.bewakoof.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/IMG_8665Checking_ticketsHowrahKolkata_.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/a&gt;Number 5: The &lt;strong&gt;T.T.E&lt;/strong&gt;. is one amazing creature too. Get in
your compartment, and you will invariably find eight peole occupying a seat
meant for six. As soon as the T.T.E. will approach, they will reach him, and
what follows quite often seems like a round table conference, where some issue
as serious as World Peace is being discussed. When the meeting breaks over, you
can detect the smile on the face of the extras..and an even bigger grin
plastered on the T.T.E.’s face. And if I have to tell you the reason for it,
well you might not be an Indian! :p&lt;br /&gt;


Number 6: In the huge compound of New Delhi Station, you can encounter a
train called the “&lt;strong&gt;Jan Sadharan&lt;/strong&gt;” if you are lucky enough. What
you witness there is nothing short of a miracle. Passengers throw their 3-5
year old children inside through windows, in a bid to secure a seat. The train
I presume must carry approx three times the people it was meant to accomodate.
It does seem like our ministers take Darwin’s theories about origin and
evolution too seriously- beacuse they don’t seem to know how to arrange for
people’s commuting.&lt;br /&gt;


Number 7: If you wish to do any research on what would be the effect of &lt;strong&gt;aliens&lt;/strong&gt;
descending among people on Earth, so again the railway station is probably the
best place. Follow any &lt;strong&gt;foreigner&lt;/strong&gt; (from west) and see how more
than half the people on stations behave! In my opinion this is what people’s
reaction will be if koi mil gaya’s jaadu comes down. And i don’t blame
them…maybe all these “fair-skinned” travel loving people are coated in fevicol.
That would explain the eyes glued to them. :p&lt;br /&gt;


Number 8: And this is the one which really celebrates our Indian culture and
ethos. Whenever some &lt;strong&gt;family&lt;/strong&gt; visits or is about to leave, a
group of about 15 people will follow the family of three. If they are leaving,
the farewells and tears seem like the family is departing for the heaven. And
if it be a Coming home, well then the hugs and kisses remind me of kumbh ke
mele me bichre hue bhai! :p&lt;br /&gt;


Number 9: And if you think that this is the end, think again! The package is
not complete until you get out&amp;nbsp; and meet the &lt;strong&gt;taxi and autowallas&lt;/strong&gt;.
They will descend upon you like a swarm of bees, and if you take more than five
minutes to get in (and pay such high prices that you could possibly have
ordered a limo) they will all but drag you with your luggage inside their
vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;


But all said and done, if nothing else, still travelling in Indian Railways
is always eventful and memorable. Don’t you think so? So, do have a safe
Journey.&lt;strong&gt; Hum aapke sukhad yaatra ki kaamna karte hain &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-no-proof: yes;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;;)&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; src=&quot;file:///C:%5CUsers%5CSONY%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_image001.gif&quot; width=&quot;15&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;





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&lt;br /&gt;
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Last week I read a nice small hasya kavita in a magzine. I
then added something from my side to it and soon it was hit with my friend. It
was quite funny as it talked about regular life. It was of a person who had
trouble with his eye which keeps on winking.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So here goes the kavita:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Waise to mai ek sharif insaan hoon.&lt;br /&gt;
Magar apni bayi(left) ankh se pareshan hoon.&lt;br /&gt;
Apne aap chalti hai,&lt;br /&gt;
log samajhte hai chalayi gayi hai,&lt;br /&gt;
Jaan booch kar milaye gayi hai.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bachpan mai class mai,&lt;br /&gt;
Ek ladki baithi thi paas mai.&lt;br /&gt;
Uska naam tha chitralekha,&lt;br /&gt;
Usne mujhe dekha, maine use dekha.&lt;br /&gt;
Ankh bayi chal gayi,&lt;br /&gt;
Ladki class chor de chal di.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Kuch samay baad, hamay hai yaad.&lt;br /&gt;
Principle ne bulaya, lamba lecture pilaya.&lt;br /&gt;
Hamne kaha bhool ho gayi,&lt;br /&gt;
Unhone kaha,&lt;br /&gt;
aisa bhi hota hai bhool mai?&lt;br /&gt;
Sharam nahi aati ankh chalate school hai.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Isse pehle ki sacchai batate, zuban hilate.&lt;br /&gt;
Ankh bayi chal gai…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hua hai parinaan, kat gaya school se hamare naan.&lt;br /&gt;
Ba-mushkil tamaan, mila hai ek kaam.&lt;br /&gt;
Khade they interview ke que hai.&lt;br /&gt;
Saamne ek ladki khadi thi,&lt;br /&gt;
Uski nazar hampar padi&lt;br /&gt;
Ankh bayi chal gai, ladki uchal gayi.&lt;br /&gt;
Anye umeedwaar chonke, uska paksh lekar bhonke.&lt;br /&gt;
Maar maar kar joote chappal, tod diya hama bakkal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bhayankar peeda hui sar mai,&lt;br /&gt;
Ghus gaye ek ghar mai.&lt;br /&gt;
Gharwali ne poocha kaun,&lt;br /&gt;
hum reh gaye maon.&lt;br /&gt;
Usne kaha batate ho ya police ko bulau…&lt;br /&gt;
Isse pehle ki zuban hilau, ankh bayi chal gayi.&lt;br /&gt;
Mahila cheekhi, saakshat durga si dikhi.&lt;br /&gt;
Ekatthe ho gaya adosi-padosi, mama-mosi.&lt;br /&gt;
Mach gaya hungama,&lt;br /&gt;
chaddi ban gaya hamare pajama.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jab aaya hosh,&lt;br /&gt;
haspatal mai pade thay khamosh.&lt;br /&gt;
Bagal mai nurse khadi thi,&lt;br /&gt;
Poocha dara kahan kaha hai.&lt;br /&gt;
Kaha kaha dard batate, isse pehle ki zuban hilate.&lt;br /&gt;
Ankh bayi chal gayi…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nurse to muskari magar doctor ko khal gayi.&lt;br /&gt;
Kuch der baad, hame hai yaad.&lt;br /&gt;
Wardboy aaya, kaha&lt;br /&gt;
Baad bad gayi hai, doctor ko khal gayi hai.&lt;br /&gt;
Tumhara case bigarwa dega,&lt;br /&gt;
Ya murda kehkar gadwadega.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Isse pehle ki tooti hamari hadiya..&lt;br /&gt;
Ham bhaag gaye pehne pattiya. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So how was it?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;u&gt;THE DESI TRAITS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
44 Ways to Know whether U R a Indian or Not - Facts&lt;br /&gt;
Pretty amusing...but mostly true and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;
Guess at least some of&lt;br /&gt;
them are common globally also though...&lt;br /&gt;
Read this it&#39;s really cool , dont be suprised if you&lt;br /&gt;
can picture some&lt;br /&gt;
friends and relations when you read these .&lt;br /&gt;
You are Indian if...&lt;br /&gt;
1. Everything you eat is savored In garlic, onion&lt;br /&gt;
and tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;
2. You try and reuse gift wrappers, gift boxes, and&lt;br /&gt;
of course aluminum foil.&lt;br /&gt;
3. You try to eject food particles from between your&lt;br /&gt;
teeth by pressing&lt;br /&gt;
your tongue against them and making a peculiar noise&lt;br /&gt;
like, tshick,&lt;br /&gt;
tshick, tschick, tschick.&lt;br /&gt;
4. You are standing next to the two largest size&lt;br /&gt;
suitcases at the Airport.&lt;br /&gt;
5. You arrive one or two hours late to a party - and&lt;br /&gt;
think its normal.&lt;br /&gt;
6. You peel the stamps off letters that the Postal&lt;br /&gt;
Service missed to mark up.&lt;br /&gt;
7. You recycle Wedding Gifts.&lt;br /&gt;
8. You name your children in rhythms (example, Honey&lt;br /&gt;
Money, madhu, wadhu, Sita &amp;amp;Gita, Ram &amp;amp; Shyam.&lt;br /&gt;
9. All your children have pet names, which sound&lt;br /&gt;
nowhere close to their&lt;br /&gt;
real names.&lt;br /&gt;
10. You take Indian snacks anywhere it says &quot;No Food&lt;br /&gt;
Allowed&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
11. You talk for an hour at the front door when&lt;br /&gt;
leaving someone&#39;s house.&lt;br /&gt;
12. You load up the family car with as many people&lt;br /&gt;
as possible.&lt;br /&gt;
13. You use plastic to cover anything new in your&lt;br /&gt;
house whether it&#39;s the&lt;br /&gt;
remote control, VCR, carpet or new couch.&lt;br /&gt;
14. Your parents tell you to not care what your&lt;br /&gt;
friends think but they&lt;br /&gt;
won&#39;t let you do certain things because of what the&lt;br /&gt;
other &quot;Uncles And&lt;br /&gt;
Aunties&quot; will think.&lt;br /&gt;
15. You buy and display crockery, which is for&lt;br /&gt;
special occasions, which&lt;br /&gt;
never happen.&lt;br /&gt;
16. You have a vinyl tablecloth on your kitchen&lt;br /&gt;
table.&lt;br /&gt;
17. You use grocery bags to hold garbage.&lt;br /&gt;
18. You keep leftover food in your fridge in as many&lt;br /&gt;
numbers of bowls as possible.&lt;br /&gt;
19. Your kitchen shelf is full of jam jars,&lt;br /&gt;
varieties of bowls and&lt;br /&gt;
plastic utensils (got free with some household&lt;br /&gt;
items).&lt;br /&gt;
20. You carry a stash of your own food whenever you&lt;br /&gt;
travel (and travel means any car ride longer than 15 minutes).&lt;br /&gt;
21. You own a rice cooker or a pressure cooker.&lt;br /&gt;
22. You fight over who pays the dinner bill.&lt;br /&gt;
23. You majored in engineering, medicine or law and&lt;br /&gt;
now........are after&lt;br /&gt;
Software and only Software no matter which field you&lt;br /&gt;
belong to.&lt;br /&gt;
24. You live with your parents and you are 40 years&lt;br /&gt;
old. (And they prefer it that way).&lt;br /&gt;
25. You don&#39;t use measuring cups when cooking.&lt;br /&gt;
26. You feel like you&#39;ve gotten a good deal if you&lt;br /&gt;
didn&#39;t pay tax.&lt;br /&gt;
27. You never learnt how to stand in a queue.&lt;br /&gt;
28. You can only travel if there are 5 persons at&lt;br /&gt;
least to see you off&lt;br /&gt;
or receive you whether you are traveling by bus,&lt;br /&gt;
train or plane.&lt;br /&gt;
29. If she is NOT your daughter, you always take&lt;br /&gt;
interest in knowing&lt;br /&gt;
whose daughter has run with whose son and feel proud&lt;br /&gt;
to spread it at the&lt;br /&gt;
velocity of more than the speed of light.&lt;br /&gt;
30. You only make long distance calls after 11 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;
31. If you don&#39;t live at home, when your parents&lt;br /&gt;
call, they ask if&lt;br /&gt;
you&#39;ve eaten, even if it&#39;s midnight.&lt;br /&gt;
32. You call an older person you never met before&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;uncle.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
33. When your parents meet strangers and talk for a&lt;br /&gt;
few minutes, you&lt;br /&gt;
discover you&#39;re talking to a distant cousin.&lt;br /&gt;
34. Your parents don&#39;t realise phone connections to&lt;br /&gt;
foreign countries&lt;br /&gt;
have improved in the last two decades, and still&lt;br /&gt;
scream at the top of&lt;br /&gt;
their lungs when making foreign calls.&lt;br /&gt;
35. You have bed sheets on your sofas so as to keep&lt;br /&gt;
them away from getting dirty.&lt;br /&gt;
36. When dining out, you think Rs 10 is enough of a&lt;br /&gt;
tip.&lt;br /&gt;
37. It&#39;s embarrassing if your wedding has less than&lt;br /&gt;
600 people.&lt;br /&gt;
38. You list your daughter as &quot;fair and slim&quot; in&lt;br /&gt;
the matrimonial no matter what she looks like.&lt;br /&gt;
39. You treat the NRI persons (especially from&lt;br /&gt;
America) as if they are&lt;br /&gt;
the only persons living in this world (including YOU).&lt;br /&gt;
40. You&#39;ve seen the ground while inside the lavatory&lt;br /&gt;
of a train.(This one really got me!! You too huh??)&lt;br /&gt;
41. All your tupperware is stained with food color.&lt;br /&gt;
42. You have drinking glasses made of steel.&lt;br /&gt;
43. You have mastered the art of bargaining in shopping.&lt;br /&gt;
44. You have really enjoyed reading this mail.&lt;br /&gt;
45 .indians always do mistake&#39;s b4 knowing it...coz&lt;br /&gt;
they think they r big braine fellow&#39;s in the world ..but they&lt;br /&gt;
not.........&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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