<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of Subodhkumar das</title><link>http://adisidh.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of Subodhkumar das</description><language>en-us</language><item><title></title><description><![CDATA[<P>Boss First- Moral story</P><P>Junior Software engineer, a senior Software engineer<BR>and their Project Manager are on their way to a meeting. On their way through<BR>a park,they come across a wonder lamp.They rub the lamp and a ghost appears.<BR><BR>The ghost says, "Normally, one is granted three wishes but as you <BR>are three, I will allow one wish each".<BR> <BR>So the eager Junior Software engineer shouted, I want the first wish. I<BR>want to be in the Bahamas, on a fast boat and have no<BR>worries."Pfufffff, and he was gone. <BR> <BR>Now the Senior Software engineer could not keep quiet and shouted "<BR>I want to be in Florida with beautiful girls, plenty of food and cocktails."Pfufffff,<BR>and he was also gone.<BR> <BR>The Project Manager calmly said," I want these two idiots back in <BR>the office after lunch at 2.00pm"<BR> <BR>Moral of the story is :<BR>Always try to hear the other person out.<BR></P>]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 19 Oct 2007 13:49:10 +0530</pubDate><link>http://adisidh.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/10/19/Untitled.html</link></item><item><title>Moral Of the Story-</title><description><![CDATA[<SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA">A jobless man applied for the position of "office boy" at Microsoft. <BR><BR><BR>The HR manager interviewed him then watched him cleaning the floor <BR>As a test.<BR><BR><BR><BR>"You are employed." He said." Give me your e-mail address and I'll<BR>Send you the application to fill in, as well as date when you may <BR>Start."<BR><BR><BR><BR>The man replied "But I don't have a computer, neither an email."<BR><BR><BR><BR>I'm sorry", said the HR manager, "If you don't have an email, that<BR>Means you do not exist. And who doesn't exist, cannot have the job." <BR><BR><BR><BR>The man left with no hope at all. He didn't know what to do, with<BR>Only $10 in his pocket. He then decided to go to the supermarket and<BR>Buy a 10Kg tomato crate. He then sold the tomatoes in a door to door <BR>Round. In less than two hours, he succeeded to double his capital.<BR>He repeated the Operation three times, and returned home with $60.<BR>The man realized that he can survive by this Way, and started to go<BR>Everyday earlier, and return late Thus, his money doubled or tripled <BR>Every day. Shortly, he bought a cart, then a truck, then he had his<BR>Own fleet of delivery vehicles.<BR><BR><BR><BR>5 years later , the man is one of the biggest food retailers in the<BR>US .<BR><BR><BR><BR>He started to plan his family's future, and decided to have a life<BR>Insurance. <BR><BR><BR>He called an insurance broker, and chose a protection plan. When the<BR>Conversation was concluded, the broker asked him his email. The man<BR>Replied, "I don't have an email". The broker answered <BR>Curiously, "You don't have an email, and yet have succeeded to build<BR>An empire. Can you imagine what you could have been if you had an<BR>Email?!!"<BR><BR><BR><BR>The man thought for a while and replied, "Yes, I'd be an office boy<BR>At Microsoft!"<BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>Moral of the story: <BR><BR><BR><BR>M1 - Internet is not the solution to your life.<BR><BR>M2 - If you don't have Internet, and work hard, you can be a<BR>Millionaire.<BR><BR>M3 - If you received this message by email, you are closer to being <BR>An office boy, than a millionaire. .........<BR><BR>Have a great day!!! <BR><BR><BR>Pls Note: - Do not forward this email to me back, I'm closing all my<BR>Email addresses &amp; going to sell tomatoes!!!<BR><BR><BR style="mso-special-character: line-break"><BR style="mso-special-character: line-break"></SPAN>]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 19 Sep 2007 12:47:02 +0530</pubDate><link>http://adisidh.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/09/19/Moral-Of-the.html</link></item><item><title>Moral of the story- Stay away from Alcohol</title><description><![CDATA[<P>Steve came home from the pub late one Friday evening stinking drunk, as he often did, and crept into bed beside his wife who was already asleep. He gave her a peck on the cheek and fell asleep.</P><P>When he awoke he found a strange man standing at the end of his bed wearing a long flowing white robe. "Who the hell are you? and what are you doing in my bedroom?".</P><P>The mysterious Man answered, "This isn't your bedroom and I'm Jesus".</P><P>Steve was stunned "You mean I'm dead!!! That can't be, I have so much to live for, I haven't said goodbye to my family..you've got to send me back straight away".</P><P>Jesus replied "Yes, you can be reincarnated but there is a catch. We can only send you back as a dog or a hen."</P><P>Steve was devastated, but knowing there was a farm not far from his house, he asked to be sent back as a hen.</P><P>A flash of light later he was covered in feathers and clucking around pecking the ground. "This ain't so bad" he thought until he felt this strange feeling welling up inside him.</P><P>The farmyard rooster strolled over and said, "So you're the new hen, how are you enjoying your first day here?"</P><P>"It's not so bad" replies Steve, "but I have this strange feeling inside like I'm about to explode". "You're ovulating" explained the rooster, "don't tell me<BR>you've never laid an egg before".</P><P>"Never" replies Steve.</P><P>"Well just relax and let it happen"</P><P>And so he did and after a few uncomfortable seconds later, an egg pops out from under his tail. An immense feeling of relief swept over him and his emotions got the better of him as he experienced motherhood for the first time. When he laid his second egg, the feeling of happiness was overwhelming and he knew that being reincarnated as a hen was the best thing that ever happened to him.ever!!!</P><P>The joy kept coming and as he was just about to lay his third egg he felt an enormous smack on the back of his head and heard his wife shouting "Steve, wake up you drunken bastard, you're shitting on bed, you moron".</P><P><STRONG>Moral of the story</STRONG> :- If you want to stay clean, stay away from alcohol. </P>]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 24 Nov 2006 19:15:21 +0530</pubDate><link>http://adisidh.rediffiland.com/blogs/2006/11/24/Moral-of-the-story-Stay-away-from.html</link></item><item><title>Moral of the story: work out</title><description><![CDATA[<P>One fine day, a bus driver went to the bus garage, started his bus, and drove off along the route. No problems for the first few stops - a few people got on, a few got off, and things went generally well.</P><P>At the next stop, however, a big hulk of a guy got on. Six feet eight,built like a wrestler, arms hanging down to the ground. He glared at the driver and said, " Big John doesn't pay!" and sat down at the back.</P><P>Did I mention that the driver was five feet three, thin, and basically meek? Well, he was. Naturally, he didn't argue with Big John, but he wasn't happy about it. The next day the same thing happened - Big John got on again, made a show of refusing to pay, and sat down. And the next day, and the next.</P><P>This grated on the bus driver, who started losing sleep over the way Big John was taking advantage of him. Finally he could stand it no longer. He signed up for body building courses, karate, judo, and all that good stuff.</P><P>By the end of the summer, he had become quite strong; what's more, he felt really good about himself. So on the next Monday, when Big John once again got on the bus and said, " Big John doesn't pay!"</P><P>The driver stood up, glared back at the passenger, and screamed, " And why not?"</P><P>With a surprised look on his face, Big John replied, " Big John has a bus pass."</P><P><STRONG>Moral of the story</STRONG>: Be sure there is a problem in the first place before working hard to solve one. </P>]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 11 Nov 2006 17:25:45 +0530</pubDate><link>http://adisidh.rediffiland.com/blogs/2006/11/11/Moral-of-the-story-work.html</link></item><item><title>MORAL OF THE STORY:WHAT REALLY MATTERS</title><description><![CDATA[<DIV class=post-content><P><FONT size=4>It's a fine sunny day in the forest and a rabbit is sitting outside his<BR>burrow, tippy-tapping on his typewriter. Along comes a fox, out for a walk.</FONT></P><P><FONT size=4>Fox: "What are you working on?"<BR>Rabbit: "My thesis."</FONT></P><P><FONT size=4>Fox: "Hmm. What is it about?"<BR>Rabbit: "Oh, I'm writing about how rabbits eat foxes."</FONT></P><P><FONT size=4>Fox: "That's ridiculous ! Any fool knows that rabbits don't eat foxes!" Rabbit: "Come with me and I'll show you!"</FONT></P><P><FONT size=4>They both disappear into the rabbit's burrow. After few minutes, gnawing on a fox bone, the rabbit returns to his typewriter and resumes typing.</FONT></P><P><FONT size=4>Soon a wolf comes along and stops to watch the hardworking rabbit.</FONT></P><P><FONT size=4>Wolf: "What's that you are writing?"</FONT></P><P><FONT size=4>Rabbit: "I'm doing a thesis on how rabbits eat wolves."</FONT></P><P><FONT size=4>Wolf: "you don't expect to get such rubbish published, do you?"</FONT></P><P><FONT size=4>Rabbit: "No problem. Do you want to see why?"</FONT></P><P><FONT size=4>The rabbit and the wolf go into the burrow and again the rabbit returns by himself, after a few minutes, and goes back to typing.</FONT></P><P><FONT size=4>Finally a bear comes along and asks, "What are you<BR>doing?</FONT></P><P><FONT size=4>Rabbit: "I'm doing a thesis on how rabbits eat bears."</FONT></P><P><FONT size=4>Bear: "Well that's absurd ! "</FONT></P><P><FONT size=4>Rabbit: "Come into my home and I'll show you"</FONT></P><P><FONT size=4>Scene : As they enter the burrow, the rabbit introduces the bear to the lion.<BR><FONT color=#800080><STRONG>Moral of the story </STRONG>: It doesnt matter how bad your performance is, what matters is whether your boss likes you or not. </FONT></FONT></P><DIV class=post-info><FONT color=#800080 size=4></FONT></DIV><DIV class=post-footer><FONT color=#800080 size=4></FONT> </DIV></DIV>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 31 Oct 2006 12:49:29 +0530</pubDate><link>http://adisidh.rediffiland.com/blogs/2006/10/31/MORAL-OF-THE-STORY-WHAT-REALLY.html</link></item><item><title>Moral of the story :HER WAY OR  "NO WAY</title><description><![CDATA[<DIV class=post-content><P><FONT face=Helvetica>Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighboring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him but was moved by Arthur's youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer and, If after a year, he still had no answer, he would be put to death. The question was: What do women really want?</FONT></P><P><FONT face=Helvetica>Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, And to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, He accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end. He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: The princess, the priests, the wise men, and even the court jester. He spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer. Many people advised him to consult the old witch, For only she would have the answer.</FONT></P><P><FONT face=Helvetica>But the price would be high as the witch was famous through out the Kingdom &gt;&gt;for the exorbitant prices she charged. The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but he would have to agree to her price first. The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, The most noble of the Knights of the Round Table, And Arthur's closest friend!</FONT></P><P><FONT face=Helvetica>Young Arthur was horrified. She was hunch-backed and hideous, had only one tooth, Smelled like sewage, made obscene noises, etc. He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in all his life. He refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden, But Lancelot, having learnt of the proposal, spoke with Arthur. He said nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life. And the preservation of the Round Table.</FONT></P><P><FONT face=Helvetica>Hence, a wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered. Arthur's question thus: "What a woman really wants?" She said, "Is to be in charge of her own life." Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth. And that Arthur's life would be spared. And so it was. The neighboring monarch granted Arthur his freedom. And Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding.</FONT></P><P><FONT face=Helvetica>The honeymoon hour approached and, Lancelot, steeling himself for a horrific experience, entered the bedroom. But, what a sight awaited him. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen lay before him on the bed. The astounded Lancelot asked what had happened. The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared as a witch, She would henceforth be her horrible and deformed self only half the time. And the beautiful maiden the other half. "Which would you prefer? She asked him. "Beautiful during the day . or at night?"</FONT></P><P><FONT face=Helvetica>Lancelot pondered the predicament. During the day he could have a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, But at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch! Or, Would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day? But by night a beautiful woman for him to enjoy with?</FONT></P><P><FONT face=Helvetica>(If you are a man reading this.) What would YOUR choice be?<BR>(If you are a woman reading this?) What would YOUR MAN'S choice be?<BR>What Lancelot chose, is given below:<BR>BUT. make YOUR choice before you read on any further.<BR>Noble Lancelot, knowing the answer the witch gave Arthur to his question, He said that he would allow HER to make the choice herself. Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time. Because, he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.</FONT></P><P><STRONG><FONT face=Helvetica color=#ff0000>Moral of the story :</FONT></STRONG></P><P><FONT face=Helvetica><FONT color=#800080>1) There is witch in every woman no matter how beautiful she is!<BR>2) If you don't let a woman have her own way, things are going to get ugly</FONT>.</FONT></P><P><FONT face=Helvetica><STRONG>IT'S EITHER "HER WAY" OR IT'S "NO WAY" !!!</STRONG> </FONT></P><DIV class=post-info><FONT face=Helvetica></FONT></DIV><DIV class=post-footer><FONT face=Helvetica></FONT> </DIV></DIV>]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 22 Oct 2006 15:19:15 +0530</pubDate><link>http://adisidh.rediffiland.com/blogs/2006/10/22/Moral-of-the-story-HER-WAY-OR-NO.html</link></item><item><title>Three Moral-  Stories</title><description><![CDATA[<FONT color=#0000a0>CORPORATE LESSON NO.1<BR></FONT><BR>A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day. A small rabbit saw the crow, and asked him, "Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day long?" The crow answered: "Sure, why not." So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the crow, and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit. and ate it.<BR><BR><STRONG><U><FONT color=#ff0000>Moral of the story is: To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.<BR></FONT></U><BR></STRONG><FONT color=#000080>CORPORATE LESSON NO.2<BR><BR></FONT>A turkey was chatting with a bull. "I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree," sighed the turkey, "but I haven't got the energy." "Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?" replied the bull. They're packed with nutrients." The turkey pecked at a lump of dung and found that it actually gave him enough strength to reach the first branch of the tree. The next day, after eating more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fortnight, there he was proudly perched at the top of the tree. Soon he was spotted by a farmer, Who promptly shot the turkey out of the tree.<BR><BR><FONT color=#ff0000><U>Moral of the story is: Bullshit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there</U></FONT>.<BR><BR><FONT color=#000080>CORPORATE LESSON NO.3</FONT><BR><BR>A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold, the bird froze and fell to the ground in a large field. While it was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on it. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, it began to realize how warm it was. The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him!<BR><BR><U><STRONG><FONT color=#008000>Moral of the story is:-<BR></FONT></STRONG></U><BR><FONT color=#ff0000>1) Not everyone who drops shit on you is your enemy.<BR>2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.<BR>3) And when you're in deep shit, keep your mouth shut!</FONT>]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 14 Oct 2006 17:07:35 +0530</pubDate><link>http://adisidh.rediffiland.com/blogs/2006/10/14/Three-Moral-.html</link></item><item><title>Moral of the Story- No 7</title><description><![CDATA[<FONT size=2><FONT face=Arial><STRONG>Case 1<BR></STRONG>When NASA began the launch of astronauts into space, they found out that the pens wouldn't work at zero gravity (ink won't flow down to the writing surface). To solve this problem, it took them one decade and $12 million. They developed a pen that worked at zero gravity, upside down, underwater, in practically any surface including crystal and in a temperature range from below freezing to over 300 degrees C. And what did the Russians do.?? They used a pencil.</FONT></FONT><P><STRONG>Case 2</STRONG><BR>One of the most memorable case studies on Japanese management was the case of the empty soapbox, which happened in one of Japan's biggest cosmetics companies. The company received a complaint that a consumer had bought a soapbox that was empty. Immediately the authorities isolated the problem to the assembly! line, which transported all the packaged boxes of soap to the delivery department. For some reason, one soapbox went through the assembly line empty. Management asked its engineers to solve the problem.</P><P align=justify><FONT face=Arial size=2>Post-haste, the engineers worked hard to devise an X-ray machine with high-resolution monitors manned by two people to watch all the soapboxes hat passed through the line to make sure they were not empty. No doubt, they worked hard and they worked fast but they spent a whoopee amount to do so.</FONT></P><P align=justify> </P><P align=justify><FONT face=Arial size=2>But when a rank-and-file employee in a small company was posed with the same problem, he did not get into complications of X-rays, etc., but instead came out with another solution. He bought a strong industrial electric fan and pointed it at the assembly line. He switched the fan on, and as each soapbox passed the fan, it simply blew the empty boxes out of the line.</P><P><STRONG>Moral: Always look for simple solutions. Devise the simplest possible solution that solves the problems. Always focus on solutions &amp; not on problems. So the end of the day the thing that really matters is HOW ONE LOOK INTO THE PROBLEM and Resolve early.</STRONG></FONT></P>]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 07 Oct 2006 08:41:48 +0530</pubDate><link>http://adisidh.rediffiland.com/blogs/2006/10/07/Moral-of-the-Story-No.html</link></item><item><title>Moral of the Story</title><description><![CDATA[<P>A man feared his wife wasn't hearing as well as she used to and he thought she might need a hearing aid. Not quite sure how to approach her, he called the family Doctor to discuss the problem. The Doctor told him there is a simple informal test the husband could perform to give the Doctor a better idea about her hearing loss.</P><P>Here's what you do," said the Doctor, "stand about 40 feet away from her, and in a normal conversational speaking tone see if she hears you. If not, go to 30 feet, then 20 feet, and s o on until you get a response.</P><P>"That evening, the wife is in the kitchen cooking dinner, and he was in the den. He says to himself, "I'm about 40 feet away, let's see what happens." then in a normal tone he asks, 'Honey, what's for dinner?" No response. So the husband moves to closer to the kitchen, about 30 feet from his wife and repeats, "Honey, what's for dinner?"<BR>Still no response. Next he moves into the dining room where he is<BR>about 20 feet from his wife and asks, Honey, what's for dinner?"<BR>Again he gets no response so; He walks up to the kitchen door, about 10 feet away. "Honey, what's for dinner?" Again there is no<BR>response. So he walks right up behind her.</P><P>"Honey, what's for dinner?"</P><P>"James, for the FIFTH time I've<BR>said, CHICKEN!"</P><P><STRONG>Moral of the story</STRONG>: The problem may not be with the other one as we always think, could be very much within us..! </P>]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 25 Sep 2006 13:41:41 +0530</pubDate><link>http://adisidh.rediffiland.com/blogs/2006/09/25/Moral-of-the.html</link></item><item><title>EK PARICHAY</title><description><![CDATA[<STRONG><FONT face="Trebuchet MS">MAIN........<BR><BR>HOON  JALTI  HUI  EK CIGARETTE ......<BR>..................<BR>PEE  RAHEE  HAI  JISE  MENHGAAYEE........<BR><BR>KHICHATE  HUYE  KASH -PAR- KASH.......<BR>......................<BR>AUR  PHIR................<BR>.....................<BR>BACHE  HUYE  BUTT KO  NIGAL  JATI  HAI.........<BR>WAQT KI NAALI............<BR></FONT>................................................<BR></STRONG><FONT color=#808000><BR>By My Father Late Sh. S.K.Das<BR></FONT><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home4/803/37af0816418e7f375b79ca8d70155656/homep/images/1158903670">]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 22 Sep 2006 10:49:22 +0530</pubDate><link>http://adisidh.rediffiland.com/blogs/2006/09/22/EK.html</link></item></channel></rss>