<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of tinku bharti</title><link>http://tinkubharti007.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of tinku bharti</description><language>en-us</language><item><title>Love Addiction</title><description><![CDATA[<BR><div style="text-align: justify;"><br><font style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" size="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;">5 0ut of 10 are searching for true love. From rest 5, 4 got it or happily married and 1 is so shy to discuss about it (I don't know why). When there is a topic of Love I am so intense in discussing stuff and listen about it. sometimes I feel that I am not but I AM addicted to LOVE.</span></font><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><font style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" size="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Anyways, this blog is not about me. Its about my friend. He is good looking, nice, polite, gentle, sensible, and all the nice words you can think about.In his college time he loves a girl she loves him too I think for 2 years or more than that they were together. But, when it comes to marriage "girlfriend" came up with all the Crap- my parents will not allow, they want me to marry somewhere else crap, crap, crap...... </span></font><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><font style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" size="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I do not understand that when people know about their parents then why the Hell they start a relationship....or may be its an excuse, whatever!</span></font><br style="font-weight: bold;"><font style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" size="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></font><br style="font-weight: bold;"><font style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" size="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;">lets continue about him....so he was depressed tried to convince her that "I will talk to your parents" but nothing positive happened (may be she wanted it)</span></font><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><font style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" size="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;">you might be thinking its a basic old love story; so whats the difference:</span></font><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><font style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" size="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Again he started searching for true love. whenever I asked him did you find one, he replied nope! still in process....<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">According to me - finding something truthful is "hit and trial" try, try, try, and BANG! </span>you found one. same thing happened to him. His job takes him to abroad, his search mode was still on. he was in deep search for a girlfriend not for ding-dong-do but A TRUE LOVE. finally he found a girl after two years and now he is happy with her. She is a nice girl. Its being more than a year of their togetherness and they are happy...thats what I wanted....</span></font><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><font style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" size="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I dont know but I feel this blog is incomplete</span></font> <br></div><br><br><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 05 Nov 2008 10:42:25 +0530</pubDate><link>http://tinkubharti007.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/11/05/Love-Addiction.html</link></item><item><title>GAY Encounter.</title><description><![CDATA[<BR><font style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;" size="4">Most of us might encountered with these type of situations(Gay Encounter). lots of my friends told me how they encountered in the embarrassing situations with <span style="font-style: italic;">"Dandia Guys".<br></span>1. In the crowded bus.<br>2. In the bus, train or flight person sitting besides you touches you.<br>3.  In the bus, train or flight person sitting besides you pretends that he is sleeping and moves his head from shoulder to all over your body.<br>4. In the movie theater suddenly a hand start rubbing your thigh.<br>5. In the Bar a man offers you a drink and be friendly with you and starts touching you.<br>6. You gave someone a  lift (because you remind of the days when u used to ask for a lift while going to college) and Eureka!! you found another one touching your thigh.<br>7. You asked lift from someone and after dropping you he asked you IF YOU ARE INTERESTED.<br>8. Online chatting with a person makes you find out the REAL TRUTH.<br>9. Your cook is very feminine and he is....<br><br>and there is a long list...<br><br>few enjoyed these situations, few make fun, few changed their lives, few got scared, and few beat those guys to death.<br><br>and here is the story<br><br>While I was in IIT Madras there is one swiss girl Nathalie she is good friend of mine. One day her Sister came to meet her in IIT from Switzerland and we decided to take her to Besant Nagar Beach and have some beer on the beach.we reached at the beach after looking at the crowd at the Wine shop I asked them to walk towards beach and I will bring the beers. AT THE WINE SHOP a Dark Big Fat person with black huge mustaches came close to me and started talking to me(He was an autowala)<br><br>Autowala: Saar! where you want to go Saar!<br>Me: nowhere, just now I came yaar!<br>Autowala: Saar! that is my auto sir.<br>Me: (gave him a strange look)<br>Autowala: Saar! I will not charge more money.<br>Me: what? but I dont want to go.<br>Autowala: only Bus fare, Saar!<br>Me: NOOOO!<br>Autowala: OK! Saar! Free of cost Saar!<br>Me: (busy in counting money to pay for beer)<br>Autowala: Saar! come with me I will show you my home Saar! (and came closer to me)<br>Me: (I got scared and doing everything in hurry) I dont want to go anywhere with you.<br>Autowala: Saar! My home is just nearby<br>Me: (rush from there and stand with Nathalie and her sis)<br><br>after that he was coming towards me but, when he saw that I am with the girls and he gave up and started his auto.I was so scared and narrated the story to Nathalie. she took all the beers from my hand and said go go enjoy! its okay we can drink alone and burst into laughter.<br><br>I was so scared!<br><br>I respect their love for men, but I hate when they do such kind of thing. Its like attempting Rape.<br><br></font><br><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 23 Oct 2008 10:18:39 +0530</pubDate><link>http://tinkubharti007.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/10/23/GAY-Encounter.html</link></item><item><title>3 Stages of Drinking</title><description><![CDATA[<BR><font style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" size="4">There are different things people  do after drinking...<br>1. Some keep quite/silent.<br>2. Some shout and create menace.<br>3. Some start speaking English (I don't know How and Why?).<br>4. Few start cleaning rooms.<br>5. Some want to go for a drive.<br>6. Some want to dance.<br>7. Some vomit.<br>8. Some speaks a lot.<br>9. Someone like me use to take care of the people who are drunk<br><br>According to me there are three stages of drinking in my life.<br><br>1.<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Kept on drinking and nothing happened:</span> I am trying to recollect it from my memory that it happened twice in my life once while I was in IIT Madras I sat with my friend (THE Sachin Tyagi) we bought a bottle of Rum or vintage (1 ltr). and we started drinking and finished it and absolutely nothing happened. we wanted more but all wine shop were closed.<br><br>2. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Amazing suroor:</span>  I dont remember that how many times it happened but it happened alot. that was beautiful it was more good if I don't have to take care of anyone but enjoy, I think that happened only few times anyways I enjoyed even then also.<br><br>3. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Blackout:</span> I never lost my conscious but my lots of friend does. its just blank for them they dont remember a thing. I drank a lot and after that I prayed to God also-"let this night pass and I will not drink this much again". But I remember each and everything.<br><br>For some drinking is the worst thing because they saw lots of ppl (from families/friends/neighbors or unknowns) fighting, falling in <span style="font-style: italic;">nalli's</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Gutter's</span>, etc.,....<br>For me everything is bad if your addict of it. whatever it is drinking, smoking, praying, or anything....<br><br>Happy Drinking...<br><br></font><br><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 10:37:43 +0530</pubDate><link>http://tinkubharti007.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/10/22/3-Stages-of-Drinking-1.html</link></item><item><title>Ladies at my gym</title><description><![CDATA[<font style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" size="5">There are three rooms in my gym(where I go for workout)<br>1. Aerobics (Ladies compartment)<br>2.Cardio<br>3. Machines, dumbells, rods etc.<br><br>there are lots of women come for aerobics as well as for gym. Daily or max once in 4 days there is one new entry. Yesterday when I was working out a thought came into my mind, "reason of working out"<br>My reason is nothing but I like to workout.<br>today I will talk about the ladies only. Some are young, some are middle age, and some are of upper middle ages.The reasons they come to the gym are<br>1. Getting married and before marriage they want to loose weight (lot of weight). For mostly everybody marriage is a once in life time occasion and everybody want to look beautiful and slim on that day.<br>2. Few are newly married. Before marriage all guys says-" I like you as you are; You don't look fat"<br>but mostly after marriage-"why don't you work out, outing bhi ho jayegi. there is one gym nearby". <br>3. some come because they have nothing to do at that time.<br>4. some come they really need it.<br>5. some come to accompany their husbands/friends/brother.<br>6. Some come to show off their their figure and also to maintain it that way.<br>7. Some come because in office all of their colleagues are slimmer than them.<br><br>anyways! there are a lot of ladies there ;)<br>Cheers for that.<br></font><BR><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 09:24:00 +0530</pubDate><link>http://tinkubharti007.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/09/26/Ladies-at-my-gym-1.html</link></item><item><title>PORN CAUGHT</title><description><![CDATA[<BR><font size="5"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I think everybody have some embarrassing moment related to their sex act or porn watch.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I want to share on of my embarrassment with you all.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I was doing B.tech those days and was preparing for the exams in my home. After two days I have to </span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">leave for my Hostel I suggested my brother to delete all the porn from our desktop. He completely ignored me and said nobody knows where is it.He just hide it. so we forgot about it and for around 25 days we stayed in our hostel and attended all the papers. </span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">"My Bad luck" my exams got over early (before my elder brother)...when I reached home....</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">after an hour or so my dad called me and the conversation goes like this</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">DAD: what movies have you stored in the computer</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">ME: what movies</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">DAD: delete it</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">ME: what you are talking about</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">DAD: you have stored lots of Bad movies in there</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">ME: (CAUGHT!!) mmmmm... wo actually mmmm.... mmmm...</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">DAD: thats why you always asked for buying one more hard disk</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">ME: wo actually....mmmmm mmmmm...i asked bhaiya to delete this before go, but he didn't listen</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">DAD: delete them now, we understands that you need privacy...sometimes someone can use that    desktop.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">ME: (with heads down) okay! I will delete it now.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">(But I didn't)</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I knew before itself the my dad is going to catch us....he is very sneaky kind of person when it comes to desktop.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">but its a very old story(year 2002)</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I was so scared that day! But I really wanted to ask my dad one question : how was our collection? ;)</span></font><br><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2008 14:03:48 +0530</pubDate><link>http://tinkubharti007.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/09/25/PORN-CAUGHT-1.html</link></item><item><title>Why US attacked IRAQ</title><description><![CDATA[<font size="4"><a rel="nofollow" title="Click here to join FunN2sHh Group" target="_blank" href="http://groups.google.com/group/funn2shh"><font style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" size="4"><font face="arial">Though this policy is OLD, it is revised...!</font><BR><font face="arial">++++++++++++ +++++++++ +++++++++</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: Daddy, why did we have to attack Iraq?</font><br><font face="arial">A: Because they had weapons of mass destruction honey.</font><br><BR><br><font face="arial">Q: But the inspectors didn't find any weapons of mass destruction.</font><br><font face="arial">A: That's because the Iraqis were hiding them.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: And that's why we invaded Iraq?</font><br><BR><font face="arial">A: Yep. Invasions always work better than inspections.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: But after we invaded them, we STILL didn't find any weapons of mass</font><br><font face="arial">destruction, did we?</font><br><BR><font face="arial">A: That's because the weapons are so well hidden. Don't worry, we'll</font><br><font face="arial">find something, probably right before the 2008 election.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: Why did Iraq want all those weapons of mass destruction?</font><br><BR><font face="arial">A: To use them in a war, silly.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: I'm confused. If they had all those weapons that they planned to</font><br><font face="arial">use in a war, then why didn't they use any of those weapons when we</font><br><BR><font face="arial">went to war with them?</font><br><font face="arial">A: Well, obviously they didn't want anyone to know they had those</font><br><font face="arial">weapons, so they chose to die by the thousands rather than defend</font><br><BR><font face="arial">themselves.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: That doesn't make sense Daddy. Why would they choose to die if they</font><br><font face="arial">had all those big weapons to fight us back with?</font><br><BR><font face="arial">A: It's a different culture. It's not supposed to make sense.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: I don't know about you, but I don't think they had any of those</font><br><font face="arial">weapons our government said they did.</font><br><BR><font face="arial">A: Well, you know, it doesn't matter whether or not they had those</font><br><font face="arial">weapons. We had another good reason to invade them anyway.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: And what was that?</font><br><BR><font face="arial">A: Even if Iraq didn't have weapons of mass destruction, Saddam</font><br><font face="arial">Hussein was a cruel dictator, which is another good reason to invade</font><br><font face="arial">another country.</font><br><BR><br><font face="arial">Q: Why? What does a cruel dictator do that makes it OK to invade his country?</font><br><font face="arial">A: Well, for one thing, he tortured his own people.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: Kind of like what they do in China?</font><br><BR><font face="arial">A: Don't go comparing China to Iraq. China is a good economic</font><br><font face="arial">competitor, where millions of people work for slave wages in</font><br><font face="arial">sweatshops to make U.S. corporations richer.</font><br><BR><br><font face="arial">Q: So if a country lets its people be exploited for American corporate</font><br><font face="arial">gain, it's a good country, even if that country tortures people?</font><br><font face="arial">A: Right.</font><br><BR><br><font face="arial">Q: Why were people in Iraq being tortured?</font><br><font face="arial">A: For political crimes, mostly, like criticizing the government.</font><br><font face="arial">People who criticized the government in Iraq were sent to prison and</font><br><BR><font face="arial">tortured.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: Isn't that exactly what happens in China?</font><br><font face="arial">A: I told you, China is different.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: What's the difference between China and Iraq?</font><br><BR><font face="arial">A: Well, for one thing, Iraq was ruled by the Ba'ath party, while</font><br><font face="arial">China is Communist.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: Didn't you once tell me Communists were bad?</font><br><BR><font face="arial">A: No, just Cuban Communists are bad.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: How are the Cuban Communists bad?</font><br><font face="arial">A: Well, for one thing, people who criticize the government in Cuba</font><br><BR><font face="arial">are sent to prison and tortured.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: Like in Iraq?</font><br><font face="arial">A: Exactly.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: And like in China, too?</font><br><font face="arial">A: I told you, China's a good economic competitor. Cuba, on the other</font><br><BR><font face="arial">hand, is not.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: How come Cuba isn't a good economic competitor?</font><br><font face="arial">A: Well, you see, back in the early 1960s, our government passed some</font><br><BR><font face="arial">laws that made it illegal for Americans to trade or do any business</font><br><font face="arial">with Cuba until they stopped being communists and started being</font><br><font face="arial">capitalists like us.</font><br><BR><br><font face="arial">Q: But if we got rid of those laws, opened up trade with Cuba, and</font><br><font face="arial">started doing business with them, wouldn't that help the Cubans become</font><br><font face="arial">capitalists?</font><br><BR><font face="arial">A: Don't be a smart-ass.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: I didn't think I was being one.</font><br><font face="arial">A: Well, anyway, they also don't have freedom of religion in Cuba.</font><br><BR><br><font face="arial">Q: Kind of like China and the Falun Gong movement?</font><br><font face="arial">A: I told you, stop saying bad things about China. Anyway, Saddam</font><br><font face="arial">Hussein came to power through a military coup, so he's not really a</font><br><BR><font face="arial">legitimate leader anyway.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: What's a military coup?</font><br><font face="arial">A: That's when a military general takes over the government of a</font><br><font face="arial">country by force, instead of holding free elections like we do in the</font><br><BR><font face="arial">United States.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: Didn't the ruler of Pakistan come to power by a military coup?</font><br><font face="arial">A: You mean General Pervez Musharraf? Uh, yeah, he did, but Pakistan</font><br><BR><font face="arial">is our friend.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: Why is Pakistan our friend if their leader is illegitimate?</font><br><font face="arial">A: I never said Pervez Musharraf was illegitimate.</font><br><br><BR><font face="arial">Q: Didn't you just say a military general who comes to power by</font><br><font face="arial">forcibly overthrowing the legitimate government of a nation is an</font><br><font face="arial">illegitimate leader?</font><br><BR><font face="arial">A: Only Saddam Hussein. Pervez Musharraf is our friend, because he</font><br><font face="arial">helped us invade Afghanistan.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: Why did we invade Afghanistan?</font><br><BR><font face="arial">A: Because of what they did to us on September 11th.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: What did Afghanistan do to us on September 11th?</font><br><font face="arial">A: Well, on September 11th, nineteen men, fifteen of them Saudi</font><br><BR><font face="arial">Arabians, hijacked four airplanes and flew three of them into</font><br><font face="arial">buildings, killing over 3,000 Americans.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: So how did Afghanistan figure into all that?</font><br><BR><font face="arial">A: Afghanistan was where those bad men trained, under the oppressive</font><br><font face="arial">rule of the Taliban.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: Aren't the Taliban those bad radical Islamics who chopped off</font><br><BR><font face="arial">people's heads and hands?</font><br><font face="arial">A: Yes, that's exactly who they were. Not only did they chop off</font><br><font face="arial">people's heads and hands, but they oppressed women, too.</font><br><BR><br><font face="arial">Q: Didn't the Bush administration give the Taliban 43 million dollars</font><br><font face="arial">back in May of 2001?</font><br><font face="arial">A: Yes, but that money was a reward because they did such a good job</font><br><BR><font face="arial">fighting drugs.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: Fighting drugs?</font><br><font face="arial">A: Yes, the Taliban were very helpful in stopping people from growing</font><br><font face="arial">opium poppies.</font><br><BR><br><font face="arial">Q: How did they do such a good job?</font><br><font face="arial">A: Simple. If people were caught growing opium poppies, the Taliban</font><br><font face="arial">would have their hands and heads cut off.</font><br><BR><br><font face="arial">Q: So, when the Taliban cut off people's heads and hands for growing</font><br><font face="arial">flowers, that was OK, but not if they cut people's heads and hands off</font><br><font face="arial">for other reasons?</font><br><BR><font face="arial">A: Yes. It's OK with us if radical Islamic fundamentalists cut off</font><br><font face="arial">people's hands for growing flowers, but it's cruel if they cut off</font><br><font face="arial">people's hands for stealing bread.</font><br><BR><br><font face="arial">Q: Don't they also cut off people's hands and heads in Saudi Arabia?</font><br><font face="arial">A: That's different. Afghanistan was ruled by a tyrannical patriarchy</font><br><font face="arial">that oppressed women and forced them to wear burqas whenever they were</font><br><BR><font face="arial">in public, with death by stoning as the penalty for women who did not</font><br><font face="arial">comply.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: Don't Saudi women have to wear burqas in public, too?</font><br><BR><font face="arial">A: No, Saudi women merely wear a traditional Islamic body covering.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: What's the difference?</font><br><font face="arial">A: The traditional Islamic covering worn by Saudi women is a modest</font><br><BR><font face="arial">yet fashionable garment that covers all of a woman's body except for</font><br><font face="arial">her eyes and fingers. The burqa, on the other hand, is an evil tool of</font><br><font face="arial">patriarchal oppression that covers all of a woman's body except for</font><br><BR><font face="arial">her eyes and fingers.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: It sounds like the same thing with a different name.</font><br><font face="arial">A: Now, don't go comparing Afghanistan and Saudi Arabia. The Saudis</font><br><BR><font face="arial">are our friends.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: But I thought you said 15 of the 19 hijackers on September 11th</font><br><font face="arial">were from Saudi Arabia.</font><br><font face="arial">A: Yes, but they trained in Afghanistan.</font><br><BR><br><font face="arial">Q: Who trained them?</font><br><font face="arial">A: A very bad man named Osama bin Laden.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: Was he from Afghanistan?</font><br><font face="arial">A: Uh, no, he was from Saudi Arabia too. But he was a bad man, a very bad man.</font><br><BR><br><font face="arial">Q: I seem to recall he was our friend once.</font><br><font face="arial">A: Only when we helped him and the mujahadeen repel the Soviet</font><br><font face="arial">invasion of Afghanistan back in the 1980s.</font><br><BR><br><font face="arial">Q: Who are the Soviets? Was that the Evil Communist Empire Ronald</font><br><font face="arial">Reagan talked about?</font><br><font face="arial">A: There are no more Soviets. The Soviet Union broke up in 1990 or</font><br><BR><font face="arial">thereabouts, and now they have elections and capitalism like us. We</font><br><font face="arial">call them Russians now.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: So the Soviets ? I mean, the Russians ? are now our friends?</font><br><BR><font face="arial">A: Well, not really. You see, they were our friends for many years</font><br><font face="arial">after they stopped being Soviets, but then they decided not to support</font><br><font face="arial">our invasion of Iraq, so we're mad at them now. We're also mad at the</font><br><BR><font face="arial">French and the Germans because they didn't help us invade Iraq either.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: So the French and Germans are evil, too?</font><br><font face="arial">A: Not exactly evil, but just bad enough that we had to rename French</font><br><BR><font face="arial">fries and French toast to Freedom Fries and Freedom Toast.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: Do we always rename foods whenever another country doesn't do what</font><br><font face="arial">we want them to do?</font><br><BR><font face="arial">A: No, we just do that to our friends. Our enemies, we invade.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: But wasn't Iraq one of our friends back in the 1980s?</font><br><font face="arial">A: Well, yeah. For a while.</font><br><BR><br><font face="arial">Q: Was Saddam Hussein ruler of Iraq back then?</font><br><font face="arial">A: Yes, but at the time he was fighting against Iran, which made him</font><br><font face="arial">our friend, temporarily.</font><br><BR><br><font face="arial">Q: Why did that make him our friend?</font><br><font face="arial">A: Because at that time, Iran was our enemy.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: Isn't that when he gassed the Kurds?</font><br><BR><font face="arial">A: Yeah, but since he was fighting against Iran at the time, we looked</font><br><font face="arial">the other way, to show him we were his friend.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: So anyone who fights against one of our enemies automatically</font><br><BR><font face="arial">becomes our friend?</font><br><font face="arial">A: Most of the time, yes.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: And anyone who fights against one of our friends is automatically an enemy?</font><br><font face="arial">A: Sometimes that's true, too. However, if American corporations can</font><br><BR><font face="arial">profit by selling weapons to both sides at the same time, all the</font><br><font face="arial">better.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: Why?</font><br><font face="arial">A: Because war is good for the economy, which means war is good for</font><br><BR><font face="arial">America Also, since God is on America's side, anyone who opposes war</font><br><font face="arial">is a godless un-American Communist. Do you understand now why we</font><br><font face="arial">attacked Iraq?</font><br><BR><br><font face="arial">Q: I think so. We attacked them because God wanted us to, right?</font><br><font face="arial">A: Yes.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: But how did we know God wanted us to attack Iraq?</font><br><BR><font face="arial">A: Well, you see, God personally speaks to George W. Bush and tells</font><br><font face="arial">him what to do.</font><br><br><font face="arial">Q: So basically, what you're saying is that we attacked Iraq because</font><br><BR><font face="arial">George W. Bush hears voices in his head?</font><br><font face="arial">A: Yes! You finally understand how the world works. Now close your</font><br><font face="arial">eyes, make yourself comfortable, and go to sleep. Good night.</font></font></a><a rel="nofollow" title="Click here to join FunN2sHh Group" target="_blank" href="http://groups.google.com/group/funn2shh"><font style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" size="4"><br><BR></font></a></font><BR><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 27 Jun 2008 09:57:45 +0530</pubDate><link>http://tinkubharti007.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/27/Why-US-attacked-IRAQ-1.html</link></item><item><title>MOTIVATION for Work out...</title><description><![CDATA[<blockquote><p>"80 percent of success is showing up." - Woody Allen</p></blockquote><BR><p>You know you need to work out, but you're having trouble getting up<BR>the enthusiasm. How do you find motivation to exercise when you just<BR>don't feel like getting off your butt? I ask myself this question every<BR>now and then, and I have the feeling I'm not the only one.</p><BR><p>There are a million ways to motivate yourself to exercise, actually, but these are a few that have worked for me.</p><BR><p><span id="more-18"></span></p><BR><ul><li><strong>Have fun.</strong> If you hate running, don't go to the<BR>track for exercise. Find something you like. The list of different<BR>kinds of exercises are nearly endless. The only really important thing<BR>is to get your body moving and your heart rate up.</li><li><strong>How you feel after a workout</strong>. I always feel great after a good workout. It's a high. And I let that motivate me the next time.</li><li><strong>Calories burned</strong>. If you count calories (and it's<BR>really one of the most effective ways to lose weight), you know that<BR>the more you exercise, the more calories you burn — and the bigger your<BR>calorie deficit.</li><li><strong>How you're going to look</strong>. Imagine a slimmer, fitter you. Now let that visualization drive you.</li><li><strong>Change it up.</strong> Even if you have a routine you<BR>enjoy, mix it up from time to time. Try entirely different exercises.<BR>You can check out a tape at the library and try yoga or kick boxing for<BR>an afternoon. This will not only keep you interested, it will break<BR>your muscles out of their routine and help produce better results.</li><li><strong>Get a buddy.</strong> Exercising with a friend introduces a<BR>positive kind of peer pressure. You will be more likely to go to the<BR>gym if you know someone is waiting there for you. Talking and laughing<BR>while exercising will also keep you from being bored.</li><li><strong>An exercise log/graph</strong>. For some reason, writing it down is extremely important. Really. Do it for a week and you'll see what I mean.</li><li><strong>Get appropriate clothing.</strong> If you don't have the<BR>appropriate clothes for the excercise, it can be irritating,<BR>uncomfortable, frustrating, or even unsafe. If you exercise outside<BR>after dusk, be sure you have reflective clothing to prevent traffic<BR>accidents. Also be sure the clothing looks nice; if you don't like the<BR>way your clothing looks, you may feel uncomfortable, and less likely to<BR>exercise.</li><li><strong>Pack Ahead of Time</strong>: An iPod, athletic shoes, a<BR>towel. whatever. Walking around the house trying to find stuff is a<BR>good time to lose your resolve. Put everything together in your gym<BR>bag. When you finish working out, take out things that need to be<BR>laundered and replace them immediately.</li><li><strong>Have a Goal.</strong> What do you want to achieve? Make it<BR>specific, make it meaningful, make it obtainable. Be sure to have<BR>short-term benchmarks along the way. It's OK to change your goals if<BR>the original plan doesn't work, but have a goal. Regularly evaluate how<BR>you are doing on your goals.</li><li><strong>Success stories</strong>. I find the success stories of<BR>others incredibly inspirational. If a fitness website has success<BR>stories, I'll almost always read them.</li><li><strong>Reward Yourself.</strong> Have a healthy reward when you<BR>reach a goal. Buy yourself that cute pair of bike shorts. Go for a<BR>weekend hiking tri. Soak in the sauna for your "workout" that day. Buy<BR>a new yoga video. Whatever works for you to celebrate in line with your<BR>healthy lifestyle!</li></ul><BR><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 08:57:40 +0530</pubDate><link>http://tinkubharti007.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/25/MOTIVATION-for-Work-out.html</link></item><item><title>My Complete album</title><description><![CDATA[<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">Hi Folks!</span><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">For my complete album of my sketches and paintings you can go through the below link</span><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://tinkubharti007.deviantart.com/gallery/" target="_self">http://tinkubharti007.deviantart.com/gallery/</a><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"></span><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">and about the comments! keep them coming!</span><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">Thanks</span><br><BR><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jun 2008 12:05:19 +0530</pubDate><link>http://tinkubharti007.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/12/My-Complete-album-1.html</link></item><item><title>existence of unknowns!</title><description><![CDATA[<BR><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">What is the importance of a person in your life?</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">What is the importace of our mom in our life? </span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">she is connected to us I dont know how but strings are attached..even I am an independent person and not that much homely kind of person..but still she is always in my mind.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">What about dad?</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Dad! hmmm! he is the GODFATHER of the family..when we were kids we dont like the things he used to say...we dont like the way he observes stuffs and he deals with them..but now when I see things..I am like my dad..I do most of the things like my dad..like he is somewhere inside me controlling me..</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Brothers huhh!</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Damn! we were fighting like we were enemies in the childhood but as we grown up we are more than friends... my brother was my best friend in my teen age....</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Wife?</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">she is the sweetest thing happened in my life ever, she spice up my life  in different ways, and she have a great importance in my life...you can understand by reading my poem section...you can see her everywhere in that section..</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><font size="4"><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">OOPSSS!</span></font><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">actually I was talking about the topic Importance of a person in someones life and started about my relations...</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">what my point is...</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">there are lots of person that you dont even know but they exists in your life and attract your attentions....</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">like our neighbours, they used to shout alot and always listen TV in the full volume that I can"t even communicate verbally anyone in my home.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">like the kids of my apartments they used to jump on the roof, always play with the side view mirror of my car and it takes a lot of time to set it right.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">like the guy live in front of our house always turn on his lights at around 11:00 PM</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">like sweeper, he always knocks our door even when daily asked for not doing it</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">like the call from idea cusotmer care that comes daily at 4:00 PM</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">call from ABN Amro that rings daily at 11:00 AM,</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">like the security gaurd in my office who used to note down the time at what we comes to office and he thinks nobody notice it.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">like the catrer who brings our office food, Set the Buffet table and get out of the caffeteria as soon as someone gets in...so that no one can find him to complaint about the food.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">and there are lots n lots of people we regularly meet our life...</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jun 2008 09:16:31 +0530</pubDate><link>http://tinkubharti007.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/12/existence-of-unknowns.html</link></item><item><title>SCENT OF THE WOMEN</title><description><![CDATA[<dl style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><dd>This is the must watch movie...I loved it alot...and this is the last scene of the movie and I am so much ipressed with it...here it goes!</dd><dd><br></dd><dd><br></dd><dd><br></dd><dd>Trask: Mr. Sims, you are a cover-up artist and you are a liar.</dd><dd>Frank Slade: But not a snitch!</dd><dd>Trask: Excuse me?</dd><dd>Frank Slade: No, I don't think I will.</dd><dd>Trask: Mr. Slade!</dd><dd>Frank Slade:This is such a crock of shit!</dd><dd>Trask: Please watch your language, Mr. Slade. You are at the<BR>Baird School now not a barracks. Now Mr. Sims I will give you one final<BR>opportunity to speak up.</dd><dd>Frank Slade: Mr. Sims doesn't want it. He doesn't need to<BR>labeled, "...still worthy of being a 'Baird Man.'" What the hell is<BR>that? What is your motto here? Boys, inform on your classmates, save<BR>your hide. Anything short of that we're gonna burn you at the stake?<BR>Well, gentlemen. When the shit hits the fan, some guys run and some<BR>guys stay. Here's Charlie--facing the fire, and there's George--hiding<BR>in big Daddy's pocket. And what are you doing? You're gonna reward<BR>George, and destroy Charlie.</dd><dd>Trask: Are you finished, Mr. Slade?</dd><dd>Frank Slade: No. I'm just gettin' warmed up. I don't know<BR>who went to this place--William Howard Taft, William Jennings Bryan,<BR>William Tell--whoever. Their spirit is dead; if they ever had one, it's<BR>gone. You're building a rat ship here. A vessel for sea-going snitches.<BR>And if you think your preparing these "minnows" for manhood, you better<BR>think again. Because I say you are killing the very spirit this<BR>institution proclaims it instills! What a sham! What kind of show are<BR>you guys puttin' on here today? I mean, the only class in this act is<BR>sittin' next to me. And I'm here to tell you, this boy's soul is in<BR>tact. It is non-negotiable. You know how I know? Because someone<BR>here--I'm not gonna say who--offered to buy it. Only Charlie here<BR>wasn't selling.</dd><dd>Mr.Trask: Sir, you are out of order!</dd><dd>Frank Slade: Out of order, I'll show you out of order! You<BR>don't know what out of order is Mr. Trask! I'd show you but I'm too<BR>old, I'm too tired, and I'm too fuckin' blind. If I were the man I was<BR>five years ago I'd take a flame-thrower to this place. Out of order?<BR>Who the hell do you think you're talking to!? I've been around, you<BR>know? There was a time I could see. And I have seen, boys like these,<BR>younger than these, their arms torn out, their legs ripped off. But<BR>there is nothin' like the sight of an amputated spirit. There is no<BR>prosthetic for that. You think you're merely sending this splendid<BR>foot-soldier back home to Oregon with his tail between his legs, but I<BR>say that you are executing his soul! And why? Because he's not a Baird<BR>man. Baird men, you hurt this boy, you're going to be Baird Bums, the<BR>lot of ya. And Harry, Jimmy, Trent, wherever you are out there, fuck<BR>you too!</dd><dd>Mr. Trask: Stand down Mr. Slade!</dd><dd>Frank Slade: I'm not finished! As I came in here, I heard<BR>those words...cradle of leadership. Well, when the bough breaks, the<BR>cradle will fall. And it has fallen here, it has fallen! Makers of men,<BR>creators of leaders, be careful what kind of leaders you're producing<BR>here. I don't know if Charlie's silence here today is right or wrong;<BR>I'm no judge or jury. But I can tell you this; he won't sell anybody<BR>out to buy his future! And that, my friends, is called integrity.<BR>That's called courage. Now that's the stuff leaders should be made of.<BR>(pause) Now I have come to the crossroads in my life. I always knew<BR>what the right path was. Without exception, I knew. But I never took<BR>it. You know why? Because it's too damn hard. Now here's Charlie; he's<BR>come to the crossroads. And he's chosen a path. It's the right path.<BR>It's a path made of principle, that leads to character. Let him<BR>continue on his journey. You hold this boy's future in your hands,<BR>committee! It's a valuable future. Believe me! Don't destroy<BR>it...protect it...embrace it. It's going to make you proud one day...I<BR>promise you.</dd></dl><BR><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jun 2008 10:55:33 +0530</pubDate><link>http://tinkubharti007.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/11/SCENT-OF-THE-WOMEN-1.html</link></item></channel></rss>