<?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-1932708411820557551</id><updated>2024-10-25T04:50:17.168+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Story Book©</title><subtitle type='html'>Since our puerility, we often had listened a lot of stories. These stories sometimes titillates us, sometimes gives us lesson of lifetime. This is the collection of stories which I have came across since my childhood to the present time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiteshthestoryteller.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932708411820557551/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiteshthestoryteller.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932708411820557551/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Amitesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740860175470068039</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>228</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932708411820557551.post-4993005374785250319</id><published>2020-05-10T11:40:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2020-05-10T11:40:46.213+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Who Is Packing Your Parachute?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12.0pt; language: en-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: +mn-cs; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-color-index: 1; mso-fareast-font-family: +mn-ea; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-font-kerning: 12.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: black; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: text1; mso-style-textfill-type: solid;&quot;&gt;Wing Commander &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12.0pt; language: en-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: +mn-cs; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-color-index: 1; mso-fareast-font-family: +mn-ea; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-font-kerning: 12.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: black; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: text1; mso-style-textfill-type: solid;&quot;&gt;Abhinandan’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12.0pt; language: en-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: +mn-cs; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-color-index: 1; mso-fareast-font-family: +mn-ea; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-font-kerning: 12.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: black; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: text1; mso-style-textfill-type: solid;&quot;&gt; MIG
was shot down by Pakistan Air Force after his victorious strike over the enemy. He
ejected and parachuted into enemy hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12.0pt; language: en-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: +mn-cs; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-color-index: 1; mso-fareast-font-family: +mn-ea; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-font-kerning: 12.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: black; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: text1; mso-style-textfill-type: solid;&quot;&gt;Back home when he was in his camp, a
person came to him and asked, “how did the parachute worked Captain?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12.0pt; language: en-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: +mn-cs; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-color-index: 1; mso-fareast-font-family: +mn-ea; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-font-kerning: 12.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: black; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: text1; mso-style-textfill-type: solid;&quot;&gt;“I am here because it worked, else would
have been a martyred in the operation. But who are you and why are you asking
that?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12.0pt; language: en-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: +mn-cs; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-color-index: 1; mso-fareast-font-family: +mn-ea; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-font-kerning: 12.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: black; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: text1; mso-style-textfill-type: solid;&quot;&gt;“I packed your parachute!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There once was a little boy who had a bad temper.&lt;/div&gt;
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His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.&lt;/div&gt;
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The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. &lt;/div&gt;
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Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger,the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. &lt;/div&gt;
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Finally the day came when the boy didn&#39;t lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. &lt;/div&gt;
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The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.&lt;/div&gt;
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The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, &quot;You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. &lt;/div&gt;
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The fence will never be the same. &lt;/div&gt;
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When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. &lt;/div&gt;
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It won&#39;t matter how many times you say I&#39;m sorry, the wound is still there.&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us.&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #073763;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;At a restaurant, a cockroach suddenly flew from somewhere and sat on a lady. She started screaming out of fear. With a panic stricken face and trembling voice, she started jumping, with both her hands desperately trying to get rid of the cockroach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #073763;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Her reaction was contagious, as everyone in her group also got panicky.&amp;nbsp;The lady finally managed to push the cockroach away but …it landed on another lady in the group.&amp;nbsp;Now, it was the turn of the other lady in the group to continue the drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #073763;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;The waiter rushed forward to their rescue.&amp;nbsp;In the relay of throwing, the cockroach next fell upon the waiter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #073763;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;The waiter&amp;nbsp;stood firm, composed himself and observed&amp;nbsp;the behavior of the cockroach on his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;When he was confident enough, he grabbed it with his fingers and threw it out of the restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #073763;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Sipping my coffee and watching the amusement, the antenna of my mind picked up a few thoughts and started wondering, was the cockroach responsible for their&amp;nbsp;histrionic behavior?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #073763;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;If so, then&amp;nbsp;why was the waiter not disturbed?&amp;nbsp;He handled it near to&amp;nbsp;perfection, without any chaos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #073763;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;It is not the cockroach, but the inability of the ladies to handle the disturbance caused by the cockroach that disturbed the ladies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #073763;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;I realized that, it is not the shouting of my father or my boss or my wife that disturbs me, but it’s my inability to handle the disturbances caused by their shouting that disturbs me.&amp;nbsp;It’s not the traffic jams on the road that disturbs me, but my&amp;nbsp;inability to handle the disturbance caused by the traffic jam that disturbs me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #073763;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;More than the problem,&amp;nbsp;it’s&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;my reaction&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to the problem that creates chaos in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #073763;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Lessons learnt from the story: “&lt;b&gt;Do not react in life. Always respond.&lt;/b&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #073763;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;The women reacted, whereas the waiter responded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #073763;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Reactions are always&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;instinctive&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;whereas responses are always&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;well thought of&lt;/b&gt;, just and right to save a situation from going out of hands, to avoid cracks in relationship, to avoid taking decisions in anger, anxiety, stress or hurry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There was once a washer man who had a donkey and a dog. One night when the whole world was sleeping, a thief broke into the house, the washer man was fast asleep too but the donkey and the dog were awake. The dog decided not to bark since the master did not take good care of him and wanted to teach him a lesson. &lt;/div&gt;
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The donkey got worried and said to the dog that if he doesn&#39;t bark, the donkey will have to do something himself. The dog did not change his mind and the donkey started braying loudly. &lt;/div&gt;
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Hearing the donkey bray, the thief ran away, the master woke up and started beating the donkey for braying in the middle of the night for no reason. &lt;/div&gt;
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Moral of the story “One must not engage in duties other than his own&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Now take a new look at the same story... &lt;/div&gt;
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The washer man was a well educated man from a premier management institute. He had the fundas of looking at the bigger picture and thinking out of the box. He was convinced that there must be some reason for the donkey to bray in the night.. He walked outside a little and did some fact finding, applied a bottom up approach, figured out from the ground realities that there was a thief who broke in and the donkey only wanted to alert him about it. Looking at the donkey&#39;s extra initiative and going beyond the call of the duty, he rewarded him with lot of hay and other perks and became his favorite pet. &lt;/div&gt;
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The dog&#39;s life didn&#39;t change much, except that now the donkey was more motivated in doing the dog&#39;s duties as well. In the annual appraisal the dog managed &quot;ME&quot; (Met Expectations) . &lt;/div&gt;
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Soon the dog realized that the donkey is taking care of his duties and he can enjoy his life sleeping and lazing around. &lt;/div&gt;
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The donkey was rated as “star performer&quot;. The donkey had to live up to his already high performance standards. &lt;/div&gt;
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Soon he was over burdened with work and always under pressure and now is looking for a NEW JOB ... !!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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All characters in the story are not at all imaginary. Any resemblance to person living or dying of work is purely intentional.&lt;/div&gt;
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The other day my blonde neighbor came running up to me in the driveway just jumping for joy! I didn&#39;t know why she was jumping for joy, but I thought, what the heck, and I starting jumping up and down along with her.&lt;/div&gt;
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She said, &quot;I have some really great news!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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I said, &quot;Great. Tell me why you&#39;re so happy!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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She stopped jumping and, breathing heavily from all the jumping up and down, told me that she was pregnant!&lt;/div&gt;
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I knew that she had been trying for a while so I told her, &quot;That&#39;s great! I couldn&#39;t be happier for you!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Then she said, &quot;There&#39;s more.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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I asked, &quot;What do you mean &#39;more&#39;?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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She said, &quot;Well, we are not having just one baby. We are going to have TWINS!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Amazed at how she could know so soon after getting pregnant,&lt;/div&gt;
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I asked her how she knew?&lt;/div&gt;
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She said… &quot;Well, that was the easy part. I went to Wal-Mart and they actually had a home pregnancy kit in a twin-pack. Both tests came out positive!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;What happened?&quot; asked the hospital visitor to the heavily bandaged man sitting up in bed. &lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Well, I went down to Margate at the weekend and decided to take a ride on the roller coaster. As we came up to the top of the highest loop, I noticed a little sign by the side of the track. I tried to read it but it was very small and I couldn&#39;t make it out. I was so curious that I decided to go round again, but we went by so quickly that I couldn&#39;t see what the sign said. By now, I was determined to read that sign so I went round a third time. As we reached the top, I stood up in the car to get a better view.&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;And did you manage to see what the sign said this time?&quot; asked the visitor. &lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Yes.&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;What did it say?&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Don&#39;t stand up in the car!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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After dying in a car crash, three friends go to Heaven for orientation. They are all asked the same question, &quot;When you&#39;re lying in your casket, and friends and family are mourning over you, what would you like to hear them say about you?&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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The first guy immediately responds, &quot;I would like to hear them say that I was one of the great doctors of my time, and a great family man.&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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The second guy says, &quot;I would like to hear that I was a wonderful husband and school teacher who made a huge difference in the children of tomorrow.&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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The last guy thinks for a moment, and then replies, &quot;I guess I&#39;d like to hear them say, &#39; Look, he&#39;s moving!&#39;&lt;/div&gt;
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A Stranger was seated next to a little Girl on the Airplane, when the Stranger turned to her and said, &#39;Let&#39;s talk. I&#39;ve heard that Flights go Quicker if you strike up a Conversation with your fellow Passenger. &lt;br /&gt;
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The little Girl, who had just opened her Book, closed it slowly and said to the Stranger, &#39;What would you like to talk about ?&#39;&lt;/div&gt;
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&#39;Oh, I don&#39;t know&#39;, said the Stranger. &#39; How about Nuclear Power ? &#39; &lt;/div&gt;
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&#39;OK,&#39; she said. &#39;That could be an Interesting Topic. But, let me ask you a Question first. A Horse, a Cow, and a Deer, all Eat the same Stuff, Grass. Yet, a Deer Excretes little Pellets, while a Cow turns out a Flat Patty, and a Horse produces Clumps of dried Grass ... Why do you suppose That is so?&#39; &lt;/div&gt;
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The Stranger thinks about it and says, &#39;Hmmm, I have no Idea!&#39; &lt;/div&gt;
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To which the little Girl replies, &#39;Do you really feel Qualified to discuss Nuclear Power when you don&#39;t know CRAP??&#39; &lt;/div&gt;
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A Mafia Godfather finds out that his book-keeper has screwed him for ten million bucks.&lt;/div&gt;
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This book-keeper is deaf and it was considered an occupational benefit why he got the job in the first place, since it was assumed that a deaf book-keeper would not be able to hear anything and never have to testify in court.&lt;/div&gt;
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When the Godfather goes to shake down the book-keeper about his missing $10 million bucks, he takes along his lawyer, who knows sign language. &lt;/div&gt;
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The Godfather asks the book-keeper: &quot;Where is the $10 million bucks you embezzled from me?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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The lawyer, using sign language, asks the book-keeper where the money is hidden.&lt;/div&gt;
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The book-keeper signs back: &quot;I don&#39;t know what you are talking about.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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The lawyer tells the Godfather: &quot;He says he doesn&#39;t know what you&#39;retalking about.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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That&#39;s when the Godfather pulls out a 9mm pistol, puts it to the book-keeper&#39;s temple, cocks it up and says: &quot;Ask him again!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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The attorney signs to the underling: &quot;He&#39;ll kill you for sure if you don&#39;t tell him!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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The book-keeper signs back: &quot;OK! You win! The money is in a brown briefcase, buried behind the shed in my cousin Enzo&#39;s backyard in Queens!&quot;The Godfather asks the lawyer: &quot;Well, what&#39;d he say?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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The lawyer replies: &quot;He says you don&#39;t have the guts to pull the trigger!!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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There once was a little boy who had a bad temper.&lt;/div&gt;
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His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.&lt;/div&gt;
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The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. &lt;/div&gt;
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Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger,the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. &lt;/div&gt;
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Finally the day came when the boy didn&#39;t lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. &lt;/div&gt;
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The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.&lt;/div&gt;
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The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, &quot;You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. &lt;/div&gt;
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The fence will never be the same. &lt;/div&gt;
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When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. &lt;/div&gt;
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It won&#39;t matter how many times you say I&#39;m sorry, the wound is still there.&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us.&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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A bank manager was interviewing four very different applicants from his short list for the position of clerical. He devised a simple test to select the most suitable person for the job. He asked each applicant the question, &#39;What is two and two?&#39; &lt;/div&gt;
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The first interviewee was a journalist. His answer was &#39;Twenty-two.&#39; &lt;/div&gt;
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The second applicant was an engineer. He pulled out a slide rule and showed the answer to be between 3.999 and 4.001. &lt;/div&gt;
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The next person was a lawyer. He stated that in the case of Jenkins v Cromwell two and two was proven to be four. &lt;/div&gt;
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The last applicant was an accountant. When the bank manager asked him, &#39;How much is two and two?&#39;, the accountant got up from his chair, went over and closed the door. He came back, sat down, leaned across the desk and said in a low voice, &#39;How much do you want it to be?&#39; &lt;/div&gt;
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He got the job.&lt;/div&gt;
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Six guys were playing poker when Smith loses $500 on a single hand, clutches his chest and drops dead at the table. Showing respect for their fallen comrade, the other five complete their playing time standing up. After the game Mr. Roberts looks around and asks, &quot;Now, who is going to tell the wife?&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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They draw straws. Rippington, who is always a loser, picks the short one. They tell him to be discreet, be gentle, don&#39;t make a bad situation any worse than it is. Rippington says, &quot;Gentlemen! Discreet? I&#39;m the most discreet man you will ever meet. Discretion is my middle name, leave it to me.&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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Rippington walks over to the Smith house, knocks on the door, the wife answers, asks what he wants. &lt;/div&gt;
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Rippington says, &quot;Your husband just lost $500 playing cards.&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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She hollers, &quot;TELL HIM TO DROP DEAD!&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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Rippington says, &quot;I&#39;ll tell him.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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A farmer and his brand new bride were riding home from the chapel in a wagon pulled by a team of horses, when the older horse stumbled. &lt;/div&gt;
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The farmer said, &quot;That&#39;s once.&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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A little further along, the poor old horse stumbled again. &lt;/div&gt;
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The farmer said, &quot;That&#39;s twice.&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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After a little, while the poor old horse stumbled again. &lt;/div&gt;
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The farmer didn&#39;t say anything, but reached under the seat, pulled out a shotgun and shot the horse. &lt;/div&gt;
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His brand new bride yelled, telling him, &quot;That was an awful thing to do.&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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The farmer said, &quot;That&#39;s once.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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During a recent publicity outing, Jennifer sneaked off to visit a fortune teller of some local repute. In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the mystic delivered grave news. &quot;There&#39;s no easy way to say this, so I&#39;ll just be blunt: Prepare yourself to be a widow. Your husband will die a violent and horrible death this year.&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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Visibly shaken, Jennifer stared at the woman&#39;s lined face, then at the single flickering candle, then down at her hands. She took a few deep breaths to compose herself. She simply had to know. She met the fortune teller&#39;s gaze, steadied her voice, and asked her question. &lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Will I be acquitted?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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An elderly woman goes to the doctor. She says, &quot;Doc, it&#39;s terrible, I pass gas all the time. Fortunately, it&#39;s odorless and silent, otherwise I&#39;d be mortified. For example, I&#39;ve passed gas ten times just since we&#39;ve been talking, but it&#39;s odorless and silent so you can&#39;t tell.&quot; The doctor gives her some green pills and tells her to take one a day and come back in a week. &lt;/div&gt;
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The woman comes back after taking the pills for a week. She says, &quot;Doc, there&#39;s been a change but not for the better. I still pass gas all the time, but while it&#39;s still silent, now it smells terrible!&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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The doctor says, &quot;Well, I&#39;m glad we cleared up your sinus blockage. Now we&#39;ll have to work on your hearing.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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A man was brought in to the hospital intensive care unit ward, put in a bed tubes coming out everywhere. A week later, another man was admitted, in a similar condition. &lt;/div&gt;
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Both lay there, machines pinging, tubes poking etc. A couple more weeks before one of them had the strength to raise his hand and point to himself and say, &quot;Bengali.&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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The other patient signaled he had heard, raised his own hand, and said, &quot;Punjabi.&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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This act tired them out so badly it was a week before the first summoned up the strength to say, &quot;Calcutta.&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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Other replied in a weedy frail voice, &quot;Ludhiana.&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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Once more, the strain was too much for them both and they passed out. Days passed before the first patient managed to again point to himself and say, &quot;Asit.&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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Replied the other, &quot;Santa.&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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A few hours later, Asit managed to point to himself again and rasp out weakly, &quot;Cancer.&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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Santa responded, &quot;Sagittarius.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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A&amp;nbsp;lady that was wearing a tight skirt was waiting at the bus stop to get onto the bus. &lt;/div&gt;
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A bus pulled up and the driver opened the doors. &lt;/div&gt;
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She tried to step up onto the step but her skirt was too tight. So she reached back to unzip and loosen it a little. She tried to step up onto the steps again. But it was still to tight. She reached back and unzipped some more. Tried to step up again and the skirt was still to tight. She tried one more time. She reached back and unzipped some more. And she still couldn,t get up onto the bus. &lt;/div&gt;
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So this man behind her reaches and grabs her by the butt. He gives her a boost onto the bus. She turns around and slaps him and saying &quot;What do you think you are doing.&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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Well the man says &quot;Well lady after you unzipped my pants for the third time I thought we was acquainted.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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An aged farmer and his wife were leaning against the edge of their pig-pen when the old woman wistfully recalled that the next week would mark their golden wedding anniversary. &lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Let&#39;s have a party, Homer,&quot; she suggested. &quot;Let&#39;s kill a pig.&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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The farmer scratched his grizzled head. &quot;Gee, Ethel,&quot; he finally answered, &quot;I don&#39;t see why the pig should take the blame for something that happened fifty years ago.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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An old man asks a Wizard if he can remove a curse he has been living with for the last 40 years.&lt;/div&gt;
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The Wizard replies, &quot;Maybe, but you&#39;ll have to tell me the exact words that were used to put the curse on you.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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The old man answers without hesitation, &quot;I now pronounce you man and wife.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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In a trial, a small-town prosecuting attorney called his first witness, an elderly grandmother to the stand.&lt;/div&gt;
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He approached her and asked; &quot; Mrs.. Jones, do you know me?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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She responded, &quot;Why, yes, I do know you, Mr. Williams. I&#39;ve known you since you were a young boy, and frankly, you&#39;re a big disappointment to me. You lie, cheat on your wife, manipulate people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you&#39;re a big shot when you haven&#39;t the brains to realize you never will amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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The lawyer was stunned! Not knowing what else to do, he pointed across the room and asked, &quot; Mrs.. Jones, do you know the defense attorney?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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She again replied, &quot;Why, yes, I do. I&#39;ve known Mr. Bradley since he was a youngster. He&#39;s lazy, bigoted, and has a drinking problem. He can&#39;t build a normal relationship with anyone and his law practice is one of the worst in the state. Not to mention he cheated on his wife with three different women. One of them was your wife. Yes I know him.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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The defense attorney almost died.&lt;/div&gt;
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The judge asked both lawyers to approach the bench and in a quiet voice said: &quot;If either of you rascals asks her if she knows me, I&#39;ll send you to the electric chair .&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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A young guy from North Dakota moves to Florida and goes to a big &quot;everything under one roof&quot; department store looking for a job. The Manager says, &quot;Do you have any sales experience?&quot; The kid says,&quot;Yeah. I was a salesman back in North Dakota.&quot; Well, the boss liked the kid and gave him the job. &quot;You start tomorrow. I&#39;ll come down after we close and See how you did.&quot; His first day on the job was rough but he got through it.&lt;/div&gt;
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After the store was locked up the boss came down. &quot;How many customers bought something from you today? The kid says, &quot;One&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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The boss says, &quot;Just one? Our sales people average 20 to 30 customers a day. How much was the sale for?&quot; The kid says, &quot;$101,237.65&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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The boss says, &quot;$101,237.65?&quot; What the heck did you sell?&quot; The kid says, &quot;First I sold him a small fish hook. Then I sold him a medium fish hook. Then I sold him a larger fish hook. Then I sold him a new fishing rod. Then I asked him where he was going fishing and he said down the coast, so I told him he was going to need a boat so we went down to the boat department and I sold him a twin engine Chris Craft. Then he said he didn&#39;t think his Honda Civic would pull it, so I took him down to the automotive department and sold him that 4x4 Expedition.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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The boss said, &quot;A guy came in here to buy a fish hook and you sold him a BOAT and a TRUCK?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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The kid said, &quot;No the guy came in here to buy Tampons for his wife and I said, &#39;Dude, your weekend&#39;s shot - you should go fishing.&#39;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;He submitted - TA, DA Bill, Bills of Sushen Vaidya, Hospital Charges incurred for Bharatji when met with an accident during his travel, Cost of Sanjeevani Booti for Laxmanji, (Transport charges)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;(1) Where is your tour sanction report ? Asked the HR &amp;amp; ADMIN Dept. Hanumanji got it done sting to concerned officials 2 or 3 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;(2) Hanumanji claimed T.A. bill for air travel - but he as given only second class sleeper charges. And all other expenses on medical, Sanjeevani Booti, expenses on Sushen Vaidya were not reimbursed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;When he asked for the reasons, he was told that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;(a) As per his designation, he is entitled for IInd class sleeper only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;(b) He cannot get claim for other things as he does not have bills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Hanumanji approached Shri Rama and explained him about the deduction on his tour expense report : Ramji ordered the related official to pay for Air travel &amp;amp; other charges as claimed by Hanumanji. The officer came with the rule book &amp;amp; told Shri Ramji &quot;These rules were created by grand father of Dasharathji, If you want to overrule your forefathers I don&#39;t have any problem.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Ramji became speechless. So he thought for another way to compensate Hanuman. He called Hanumanji &amp;amp; gave him the claimed amount in cash, But how can Hanumanji take cash money from Ramji ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Hanumanji said &quot;How can I take money from you for treating Laxmanji? Laxmanji is equally reverend to me as you are.&quot; Later in his heart of hearts Hanumanji thought &quot;Why he listened to accounts fellow, cut short his LTA, completed all the formalities &amp;amp; put Shriram in such an awkward position where he has to offer money to me!!!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Hanumanji continued his work with the same attachment as he used to after this incidence also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Hanumanji was a God, but for us, mortals, learnt a different lesson &amp;amp; that was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;NOT to do anything without proper sanctions FROM HR &amp;amp; IMMEDIATE BOSS : Whatever may be the urgency or importance of the job&quot;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiteshthestoryteller.blogspot.com/feeds/2173398650622761520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amiteshthestoryteller.blogspot.com/2010/09/hr-vs-hanumanji.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932708411820557551/posts/default/2173398650622761520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932708411820557551/posts/default/2173398650622761520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiteshthestoryteller.blogspot.com/2010/09/hr-vs-hanumanji.html' title='HR vs Hanumanji'/><author><name>Amitesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740860175470068039</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-1932708411820557551.post-6675386654922608021</id><published>2010-05-02T16:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-02T16:30:50.071+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Buzz: Blogger integrates with Amazon Associates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://buzz.blogger.com/2009/12/blogger-integrates-with-amazon.html&quot;&gt;Blogger Buzz: Blogger integrates with Amazon Associates&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiteshthestoryteller.blogspot.com/feeds/6675386654922608021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amiteshthestoryteller.blogspot.com/2010/05/blogger-buzz-blogger-integrates-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932708411820557551/posts/default/6675386654922608021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932708411820557551/posts/default/6675386654922608021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiteshthestoryteller.blogspot.com/2010/05/blogger-buzz-blogger-integrates-with.html' title='Blogger Buzz: Blogger integrates with Amazon Associates'/><author><name>Amitesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740860175470068039</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>