So, here's one of those imponderable questions:
Why are those things at the ends of your legs called पैर?
Think
Go on
सोचो, भाई, सोचो
No?
Obvious!
There are two of them.
Ok, for those who still didn't get it, two of anything is called a 'pair'.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Two heads
Why are two heads better than one?
This is one of my all-time favourites.
Because जब head एक होता है, तो बहुत दर्द होती है.
This is one of my all-time favourites.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Lurk and pounce
The Training folk found that they could not catch any of the Managers for their inputs. So, they implemented a new practice, called 'lurk and pounce', in which they would lurk in the corridors and pounce on any unwary Manager who went past.
Every morning, the Training Head has to choose a person to do the lurking for the day.
When it is the women's turn, nothing spectacular, but when it is the men's turn, she sings out, "Lurky boy, lurky boy. कौन बनेगा मेरा lurky boy?"
Every morning, the Training Head has to choose a person to do the lurking for the day.
When it is the women's turn, nothing spectacular, but when it is the men's turn, she sings out, "Lurky boy, lurky boy. कौन बनेगा मेरा lurky boy?"
Pessimist's philosophy
The glass is not only half-empty, but evaporation will take care of the rest.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Rainy day holiday
One day, it rained butter-toast.
People went running and jumping to the Chief Minister and asked her to declare a holiday.
"This is part of our election promises," she said. "No holiday."
A day or so later, it rained आलू पराठा.
Again, she said it was meeting the promise of रोटी, so no holiday.
Then it rained oats and bran.
Still no holiday.
After a bit, it rained cornflakes, wheat flakes, nuts and dried fruit.
Immediately, the CM asked this to be announced.
"आज सभी स्कूल और सरकारी दफ्तर बंद होंगे, क्योंकि आज muesli-धार बारिश हुई है."
The first two times I told this joke, it flopped. The first person did not know the word मूसलाधार, and the second did not know what muesli is. :-(
People went running and jumping to the Chief Minister and asked her to declare a holiday.
"This is part of our election promises," she said. "No holiday."
A day or so later, it rained आलू पराठा.
Again, she said it was meeting the promise of रोटी, so no holiday.
Then it rained oats and bran.
Still no holiday.
After a bit, it rained cornflakes, wheat flakes, nuts and dried fruit.
Immediately, the CM asked this to be announced.
"आज सभी स्कूल और सरकारी दफ्तर बंद होंगे, क्योंकि आज muesli-धार बारिश हुई है."
The first two times I told this joke, it flopped. The first person did not know the word मूसलाधार, and the second did not know what muesli is. :-(
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Another sure shot TV show
So, there was another attempt by the TV industry to have a sure-shot show. This time, they came up with a horror show, calls Parts of the Body.
In each episode, the horror used to come from one part of the body having an independent existence. First, they picturised one in which people's feet started developing eyes and taking them where they did not want to go.
Then it was the turn of the noses. Very pert they turned out to be.
Then tongues. I won't describe that, too slimy.
Then backs which used to explode, Alien-style.
Then they had one with arms doing weird things, like turning the hands and strangling the people dead.
This one was not allowed by the Censor Board.
Because it glorified terror wrists.
In each episode, the horror used to come from one part of the body having an independent existence. First, they picturised one in which people's feet started developing eyes and taking them where they did not want to go.
Then it was the turn of the noses. Very pert they turned out to be.
Then tongues. I won't describe that, too slimy.
Then backs which used to explode, Alien-style.
Then they had one with arms doing weird things, like turning the hands and strangling the people dead.
This one was not allowed by the Censor Board.
Because it glorified terror wrists.
Fight club
The police broke up a fight club with very violent and gruesome fights. All the members were hauled up in court.
Ramesh used to bring cocks. Jailed for 2 years.
Suresh used to bring dogs. Jailed for 3 years.
Paramjeet used to bring wrestlers. Jailed for 10 years.
Saeed used to bring vagabonds. Jailed for 10 years.
Walter used to bring hooligans. Jailed for 12 years.
Unnikrishnan used to bring teenagers. Jailed for 15 years. RI.
Sartod used to bring dwarfs. Acquitted.
Why?
Guess.
Go on.
Try again.
One last time.
Don't know?
It's obvious.
He had बौना fight intentions.
Ramesh used to bring cocks. Jailed for 2 years.
Suresh used to bring dogs. Jailed for 3 years.
Paramjeet used to bring wrestlers. Jailed for 10 years.
Saeed used to bring vagabonds. Jailed for 10 years.
Walter used to bring hooligans. Jailed for 12 years.
Unnikrishnan used to bring teenagers. Jailed for 15 years. RI.
Sartod used to bring dwarfs. Acquitted.
Why?
Guess.
Go on.
Try again.
One last time.
Don't know?
It's obvious.
He had बौना fight intentions.
Groomed to failure
All kinds of marketing campaigns succeed: TVs, cellphones, cars, food, shoes, clothes, soft drinks, you name it.
But marketing campaigns for shampoos always fail.
Why?
Because in the fine print, they always write:
"Perms and conditioners apply."
But marketing campaigns for shampoos always fail.
Why?
Because in the fine print, they always write:
"Perms and conditioners apply."
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