<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7792515511889343081</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 07 Oct 2024 02:57:17 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The AJAD Cafe</title><description>the cafe where twisted Logical stories take preceedence over any other damn thing!</description><link>http://theajadcafe.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Ameya)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7792515511889343081.post-2676958156999994398</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Oct 2008 17:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-16T10:53:48.520-07:00</atom:updated><title>Raj-naah!</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Raj and Viraj were very good friends who stayed in the town on Rajapur. Raj was a simple, nice and honest guy who always thought good about others. But he was a bit of a &#39;traditional&#39; sort of a guy. Viraj was also a very nice guy but was an handicap, in the sense, he was dumb and hence was unable to speak.&lt;br /&gt;When Raj, the slightly &#39;orthodox&#39; kind of a guy, got married to Rajni, he wanted to change her name to &#39;Sajni&#39;. For this he needed to go to the name change bureau. He asked Viraj to accompany him and his wife to the bureau. On reaching that place, the clerk at the desk handed a form to Raj and asked him to fill in the names of the husband and wife and the changed names. So Raj wrote his name as it is and wrote Rajni&#39;s name to be changed to &#39;Sajni&#39; and handed the form back to the clerk. But the clerk made a mistake when she also changed Raj&#39;s name to Raja in her notebook. Viraj, with his sharp eyesight saw this and started making gestures and actions to imply that the clerk had made a mistake. But the clerk was unable to deciper Viraj&#39;s actions. This went on for quite some time during which Raj realised what the problem was and told the clerk about her mistake by singing a song... Which song did he sing?&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 sang: Ishaaron ko agar samajho, &#39;Raj&#39; ko &#39;Raj&#39; rehne do!!!&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://theajadcafe.blogspot.com/2008/10/raj-naah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ameya)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7792515511889343081.post-8328117334534198008</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 Aug 2008 14:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-31T07:41:02.560-07:00</atom:updated><title>The power of Red!</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;It was &#39;Hot n Humid&#39; in Singapore. However, this was no deterrent to &#39;Super&#39; Dhanush who wanted to get into his undies and dive into the swimming pool... After an hour of amphibianism, he got out of the water only to realise that in the water he got burnt! Yea, Dhanush had sun-burns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Due to this, Dhanush turned all red... So, it would not be wrong to say that Dhanush was transformed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;What was Dhanush transformed into?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;A Red Indian!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;(P.S.: B, glad you contributed to brew at the cafe!)&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://theajadcafe.blogspot.com/2008/08/power-of-red.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ameya)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7792515511889343081.post-5845048223582452405</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Mar 2008 19:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T19:58:38.135-08:00</atom:updated><title>Tamater</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;Two Gujju &#39;Tomatoes&#39; were running a race. The race was long and hard and although these two tomatoes were competing against each other, they were helping each other out since they were, after all, gujju. Occasional encouraging statements were what they had for each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;During the last leg of the race when the finish line of quite near, the tomato in front started encouraging the tomato behind him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;What what the tomato in front shouting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178422713434410322&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdVbarB_jSA49oRPjwgHWbQ0D13ezArimeehqfKY6VVRO9iYP1gVGX0ahdJeuFAp-AhjMENw2Y8uTv8nN6hmesoV0Qk5FByS-9XLoIJyWWfyEsT8IgtakMA2ZLpiPJ0V8Ygl5d91QQOr0/s400/tomato2.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&quot;Tomato Ketchup&quot;!!! (Tomato &#39;Catch up&#39; in gujju eshtyle!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;thanks&gt;&lt;thanks&gt;{Thanks &#39;A&#39; for this one}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://theajadcafe.blogspot.com/2008/03/tamater.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ameya)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdVbarB_jSA49oRPjwgHWbQ0D13ezArimeehqfKY6VVRO9iYP1gVGX0ahdJeuFAp-AhjMENw2Y8uTv8nN6hmesoV0Qk5FByS-9XLoIJyWWfyEsT8IgtakMA2ZLpiPJ0V8Ygl5d91QQOr0/s72-c/tomato2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7792515511889343081.post-8839455314795222237</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2007 19:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T19:58:38.364-08:00</atom:updated><title>Adi-manav</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Bin Das was the son of Mr. Baan Das. He was a really &#39;junglee&#39; looking person with long hair! Wherever Bin went, everybody stared at him and thought he had come straight out from the jungle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Now Baan was a celebrity and he was always invited for different functions as a chief guest. At one such function Baan was invited and was asked to get his little &#39;junglee&#39; son along. This function was held at a prehistoric museum which specialised in the remains of adi-manav (prehistoric man) and was organised by a school. After the children saw the &#39;Adi-manav&#39; sculptures in the museum, they settled down for the function. The principal of the school started the function and was about to call Baan and his son on stage. Obviously, everyone knew Baan but did not know his son. Mr. Baan Das was about to introduce his son to the audience when one smart boy called Shailey shouted, &quot;Uncle, uncle, can I guess your son&#39;s name!?&quot;. Even though a bit surprised, Mr. Baan Das thought of letting the boy guess his son&#39;s name. So he said, &quot;Ok young boy, what do you think my son&#39;s name will be?!&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;What did the boy say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-H44ePrvZQ_WI_lmCAX-Yv7YqRzuskQmD4caw8Ta54Lv7OHhTY6t1NEhdElunGsaa6Txup05K4sZnrpAXNSF31uUDyOtqjRUkGFfa6YdFa3xV-24OfLVluuQ1o-v-fId8GQHR0J2RghM/s1600-h/adimanav.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132042753170030066&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-H44ePrvZQ_WI_lmCAX-Yv7YqRzuskQmD4caw8Ta54Lv7OHhTY6t1NEhdElunGsaa6Txup05K4sZnrpAXNSF31uUDyOtqjRUkGFfa6YdFa3xV-24OfLVluuQ1o-v-fId8GQHR0J2RghM/s200/adimanav.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&quot;His name is Adi-Das&quot;!!!&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://theajadcafe.blogspot.com/2007/11/adi-manav.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ameya)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-H44ePrvZQ_WI_lmCAX-Yv7YqRzuskQmD4caw8Ta54Lv7OHhTY6t1NEhdElunGsaa6Txup05K4sZnrpAXNSF31uUDyOtqjRUkGFfa6YdFa3xV-24OfLVluuQ1o-v-fId8GQHR0J2RghM/s72-c/adimanav.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7792515511889343081.post-7891902029931129901</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Oct 2007 11:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-31T07:37:45.292-07:00</atom:updated><title>Reversal</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Anirdhanush was very much concerned about his own behaviour. Everyone around him knew he had an ego problem and this problem was turning the world against him. He used to be very concerned about this ego problem but was not finding a solution to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Once while having dinner at Chaturshringi Food court, he happened to read a poster - &#39;Let your Ego Go, Baba Arkay se advice lo&#39; and immediately decided to meet this Baba. Taking an appointment, he went to meet the devout baba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;I met Anirdhanush a few days after he had met the baba and saw him pretty happy. Really curious to know about the treatment, I went and asked him what the baba said and did. He said, &quot;Its pretty simple. I just needed to reverse my Ego and to do that I only had to exclaim&quot;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;That&#39;s it!?!? I could not have been more confused. How can one reverse their ego by exclaiming? And so I started thinking and then I realised how true it was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;The reverse of Ego was indeed exclaim. Didnt get me. Well its simple - Ego is &#39;I&#39; and you already know what an exclaimation is. So the reverse of &#39;i&#39; is &#39;!&#39;... Get your Ego out of your way now!&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://theajadcafe.blogspot.com/2007/10/reversal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ameya)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7792515511889343081.post-6914434960155497656</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2007 20:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T19:58:38.558-08:00</atom:updated><title>When are you returning?</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Taranu had come to Mumbai from Gujarat. After spending two weeks, she was going to catch the 11 pm flight back to Ahmedabad on Sunday. While she was in Mumbai, she got a call from her friend Anutara who asked her when she was returning. Since Taranu had some free time, she asked Anutara to guess. So Anutara started guessing - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;A: &quot;Monday&quot;&lt;br /&gt;T: &quot;No&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;A: &quot;Tuesday&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;T: &quot;No&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;A: &quot;Wednesday&quot;&lt;br /&gt;T: &quot;No&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;A: &quot;Thursday&quot;&lt;br /&gt;T: &quot;No&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;A: &quot;Friday&quot;&lt;br /&gt;T: &quot;No&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;A: &quot;Saturday&quot;&lt;br /&gt;T: &quot;No&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;A: &quot;Sunday&quot;&lt;br /&gt;T: &quot;No&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKgTFOM2QY8P-FVCsUcl07iSSWwByQ198MQrfglu2Lbc9tNkudhNUnWw19ZKSoUPankHAyUPlXQLsByn9tpdfsX4dQA2F_hDKjZ3CUrd4goCtRRZTeFOxelwCZcHUcEqAwIALJS-Aszwg/s1600-h/confused_lady.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124634464997084322&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKgTFOM2QY8P-FVCsUcl07iSSWwByQ198MQrfglu2Lbc9tNkudhNUnWw19ZKSoUPankHAyUPlXQLsByn9tpdfsX4dQA2F_hDKjZ3CUrd4goCtRRZTeFOxelwCZcHUcEqAwIALJS-Aszwg/s320/confused_lady.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Now that there were no more options, Anutara was puzzled and she asked Taranu to tell her when she was returning, to which Taranu said -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&quot;I am returning on &lt;strong&gt;Sunnight&lt;/strong&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://theajadcafe.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-are-you-returning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ameya)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKgTFOM2QY8P-FVCsUcl07iSSWwByQ198MQrfglu2Lbc9tNkudhNUnWw19ZKSoUPankHAyUPlXQLsByn9tpdfsX4dQA2F_hDKjZ3CUrd4goCtRRZTeFOxelwCZcHUcEqAwIALJS-Aszwg/s72-c/confused_lady.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7792515511889343081.post-8960506739471117620</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2007 06:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T19:58:38.719-08:00</atom:updated><title>The AJAD museum</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiA1o9j5GD6DUWp5b3Ncbo4QlnVM53pjwoPjqr9S_wIxPaLCi1-Bu6-FrbqvQUJ_wjWi9aRkjw2hsNjZ0CDTQM2xjcDhrj3cq9SKCt_gRyd3GZ40PLb9ZI8NZrRfANkOyHAZntHt_eX3s/s1600-h/ajadmus1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124464311277718674&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiA1o9j5GD6DUWp5b3Ncbo4QlnVM53pjwoPjqr9S_wIxPaLCi1-Bu6-FrbqvQUJ_wjWi9aRkjw2hsNjZ0CDTQM2xjcDhrj3cq9SKCt_gRyd3GZ40PLb9ZI8NZrRfANkOyHAZntHt_eX3s/s320/ajadmus1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Been to that museum where even the sculptures are too bored of being there! If not, then you are lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what makes you luckier is the fact that now you have the opportunity of being at the AJAD museum - yes, you read it right - the AJAD cafe brings you the chance to be at the AJAD museum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;So all ready and excited? Great! So get going and click on the below link to download the AJAD Museum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;a href=&quot;http://amu.khandekar.googlepages.com/AJADMuseum.pdf&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;the AJAD museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;(to save - right click on the above link and select &#39;Save target as&#39;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;&quot;&gt;(image source : gettyimages)&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://theajadcafe.blogspot.com/2007/10/ajad-museum.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ameya)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiA1o9j5GD6DUWp5b3Ncbo4QlnVM53pjwoPjqr9S_wIxPaLCi1-Bu6-FrbqvQUJ_wjWi9aRkjw2hsNjZ0CDTQM2xjcDhrj3cq9SKCt_gRyd3GZ40PLb9ZI8NZrRfANkOyHAZntHt_eX3s/s72-c/ajadmus1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7792515511889343081.post-1299092589891880723</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Oct 2007 11:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T19:58:38.863-08:00</atom:updated><title>Tumhari Boli humne leli</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;The first poll is now closed and &lt;em&gt;logically&lt;/em&gt; the maximum votes were for option 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;:: slapping the neighbouring person and continuing work - &lt;strong&gt;50%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123016834284522594&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBtENGZ1rmmDKz7HFKZYbrDV4lrrCybfAbKhYYLCVo-eT2jyNi-RA-Hw4MRnc7aNvzdH2VnjZaHvumlPKZ9i8Cg1RMVRX-A6zzncxIekOK3ZnIFopa8pHrmyvMJU-gryrG1wTZqEmefeY/s320/poll.bmp&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;The &lt;em&gt;Master &lt;/em&gt;is overjoyed and also says a sorry to the &lt;em&gt;neighbouring person&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Quite a few activities are being planned and those will be realised very very soon! Till then keep sippin in the AJAD cafe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://theajadcafe.blogspot.com/2007/10/tumhari-boli-humne-leli.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ameya)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBtENGZ1rmmDKz7HFKZYbrDV4lrrCybfAbKhYYLCVo-eT2jyNi-RA-Hw4MRnc7aNvzdH2VnjZaHvumlPKZ9i8Cg1RMVRX-A6zzncxIekOK3ZnIFopa8pHrmyvMJU-gryrG1wTZqEmefeY/s72-c/poll.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7792515511889343081.post-260617562637919684</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Oct 2007 21:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-23T03:08:27.991-07:00</atom:updated><title>Laaga chunari mein daag...</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wanna know the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc00;&quot;&gt;AJAD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;story of &#39;Laaga chunari mein daag!?&#39; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the good girl - Badki is singing and dancing with her sister along a river when the muddy water puts a stain on her new and favorite scarf... She&#39;s too disappointed and returns home on the way singing - &quot;Laaga chunari mein daag chupaau kaise!&quot; and goes to wash the scarf right away. But even after many washes, the stain doesnt go off! She is too angry on herself and decides to punish herself. She decides that firstly she will never wear an Indian dress and would always carry that scarf with her in her bag, then she will also change her name to &#39;Natasha&#39; and she will become a sales girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;So starts her new life, running from door-to-door and telling people that she is Natasha (well, it doesn&#39;t really matter what she is selling!)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;One day, while doing this, she rings a door bell and a young, handsome man opens the door. His name is Rohan. Badki really likes Rohan and even Rohan likes Badki. So he calls her inside for a cup of coffee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;While having coffee, accidently Rohan spills it over his shirt, which incidently is his favorite... He immediately removes his shirt and gives it a wash and dry in the machine and wears back the shirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Badki is amazed to see that the stain isnt there! She immediately understands that Rohan is the one whom she is looking for such a long time and she curiously asks Rohan what is his secret. He says that he uses &#39;Surf Excel&#39;.... Badki is too impressed and washes her chunari at Rohan&#39;s place. They fall in love, marry and live happily ever after...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Here ends the Surf excel ad and then there&#39;s the tag line - &quot;Daag Acche hote hain!!!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://theajadcafe.blogspot.com/2007/10/chunari-mein-daag.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ameya)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7792515511889343081.post-399804708823170766</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Oct 2007 20:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-08T13:25:21.353-07:00</atom:updated><title>Aloha!</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&quot;Welcome to &#39;&lt;em&gt;the AJAD cafe&#39;&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;What can be more fun than drooling and tickling our logical senses over a cuppa&#39; coffee with friends?! Its &#39;Priceless&#39; (Well, in this case, its FREE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;You must be one of the &lt;em&gt;proud and valued &lt;/em&gt;AJAD subscribers or a person who enjoys that logical tickle or any other person wanting a cup of... well COFFEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;Whoever you are, you are always welcome to stop by and spill some logical thoughts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the spillin&#39; begin...&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://theajadcafe.blogspot.com/2007/10/aloha.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ameya)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>