21 May 2012

Love the Irish

Paddy was driving down the street in a sweat because he had an important meeting and couldn't find a parking place.   Looking up to heaven he said, 'Lord take pity on me.   If you find me a parking place I will go to Mass every Sunday for the rest of me life and give up me Irish Whiskey!'
Miraculously, a parking place appeared.
Paddy looked up again and said, 'Never mind, I found one.'

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Father Murphy walks into a pub in Donegal, and asks the first man he meets, 'Do you want to go to heaven?'
The man said, 'I do, Father.'
The priest said, 'Then stand over there against the wall.'
Then the priest asked the second man, 'Do you want to go to heaven?'
'Certainly, Father,' the man replied.
'Then stand over there against the wall,' said the priest.
Then Father Murphy walked up to O'Toole and asked, 'Do you want to go to heaven?'
O'Toole said, 'No, I don't Father.'
The priest said, 'I don't believe this.   You mean to tell me that when you die you don't want to go to heaven?'
O'Toole said, 'Oh, when I die , yes..   I thought you were getting a group together to go right now.'

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Paddy was in  New York .
He was patiently waiting and watching the traffic cop on a busy street crossing.   The cop stopped the flow of traffic and shouted, 'Okay, pedestrians.'   Then he'd allow the traffic to pass.
He'd done this several times, and Paddy still stood on the sidewalk.
After the cop had shouted, 'Pedestrians!' for the tenth time, Paddy went over to him and said, 'Is it not about time ye let the Catholics across?'

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Gallagher opened the morning newspaper and was dumbfounded to read in the obituary column that he had died.   He quickly phoned his best friend, Finney.
'Did you see the paper?' asked Gallagher. 'They say I died!!'
'Yes, I saw it!' replied Finney.   'Where are ye callin' from?'

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An Irish priest is driving down to  New York    and gets stopped for speeding in Connecticut ..   The state trooper smells alcohol on the priest's breath and then sees an empty wine bottle on the floor of the car.
He says, 'Sir, have you been drinking?'
'Just water,' says the priest.
The trooper says, 'Then why do I smell wine?'
The priest looks at the bottle and says, 'Good Lord! He's done it again!'

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Walking into the bar, Mike said to Charlie the bartender, 'Pour me a stiff one - just had another fight with the little woman.'
'Oh yeah?' said Charlie, 'And how did this one end?'
'When it was over,' Mike replied, 'She came to me on her hands and knees.'
'Really,' said Charles, 'Now that's a switch!   What did she say?'
She said, 'Come out from under the bed, you little chicken.'

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Patton staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy, Paddy.   He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Kathleen.
He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step.   As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his rump.   A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful.
Managing not to yell, Patton sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding.   He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood.
He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed..
In the morning, Patton woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt and Kathleen staring at him from across the room.
She said, 'You were drunk again last night weren't you?'
Patton said, 'Why you say such a mean thing?'
'Well,' Kathleen said, 'it could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly ........ it's all those Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror.

11 May 2012

What can you do with Rs100 ?


Across the globe people are deeply dissatisfied with their governments and leaders. No one buys their glib talk anymore. Here is an example why;

In the lower house of the Indian Parliament called the 'Lok Sabha', a government MP (Member of Parliament) narrated a story to glorify his leader .....

"There was a father who gave 100 
 Rupees each to his 3 children and asked them to buy things and completely fill up a room.

First son bought hay for 100 
 Rupees but couldn't fully fill the room.

Second son bought cotton worth 100 
 Rupees but unable to fill the room completely.

Third son bought a candle for One 
 Rupee and lit it up and the room was filled with light completely."

The MP added "Our Prime Minister is like the third son. From the day he has taken charge of his office, our country is filled with the bright light of prosperity"


A voice from the opposition asked "Where are the remaining 99 Rupees??




03 May 2012

Everyone wants to love, and be loved

                                  



















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Yesterday the 25th of April, was my birthday. It was just another chronological event.  Time to reflect on old plans and achievements, and to make new resolutions and plans.

At 55 this process can be a little dull and even trifle boring. My wife was struck by an attack of vertigo and so we just planned to call it an early night and crash into bed.

As I waited impatiently for my for dinner, my children came home.  They took one look at me and demanded I  dress up and make myself presentable on this day as they could not bear to see me shirtless in a just a vest. A growl drove them away.

A few minutes later the door bell chimed and in streamed my best friends. You know the ones you love and hate at the same time, but the ones you would never want to live without.

My friends had conspired with my wife and sons  having decided to surprise me and have a party whether I wanted one or not. I rushed to my room to put on a shirt. As I emerged they all greeted me, with a hug and a handshake, followed by a pat  on either the back or the butt. I wonder what Freud would have thought of that?

Suddenly the quiet house erupted into life with the clinking of glasses, tasty aroma of food and laughter filling the air.

I was blessed for I had friends and family that loved and cared for me. I once again realised what my wise uncle Manohar Singh ji often said, "Everyone wants to love and be loved"



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