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Saturday, September 7, 2013

Mummy

A young Indian man excitedly tells his mother he's fallen in love and that he is going to get married.

He says, "Ma, I'm going to bring over 3 women and you try and guess which one I'm going to marry."

The mother agrees. The next day, he brings three beautiful women into the house and sits them down on the couch and they chat for a while.

Later, he says, "Okay Ma, guess which one I'm going to marry."

She immediately replies, "The one on the right."

"That's amazing, Ma. You're right. How did you know?"

The Indian mother replies, "I don't like her."



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Monday, September 2, 2013

Keep me alive

My friend was slowly recovering from a heart attack. "Doctor," she 
pleaded with her cardiologist, "you must keep me alive for the next 
two years. I want to attend my first grandchild's graduation."

"We'll try," he replied compassionately.

In due course she gratefully attended the graduation.

Some time later she again spoke to her doctor. "My granddaughter is 
to be married in 18 months. Please help me to be able to attend her wedding."

"We'll do our best," he replied.

And my friend happily attended her granddaughter's wedding.

Ten years passed. She visited her cardiologist regularly and followed 
his instructions religiously.

One morning she called him. "Doctor," she began, "I'm feeling fine, 
but I have another request to ask of you. Remember how you saw me 
through to my grandson's graduation?"

"Yes."

"And later how you helped me attend my granddaughter's wedding?"

"Yes."

"Well, as you know I've just celebrated my 80th birthday. And I just 
bought myself a new mattress."

"Yes?"

"It has a 20-year guarantee..."





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Sunday, September 1, 2013

My father

There was a young boy who used to come for regular practice but always played in the reserves and never made it to the soccer eleven. While he was practicing, his father used to sit at the far end waiting for him.

The matches had started and for four days, he didn't show up for practice or the quarter or semifinals.
All of a sudden he showed up for the finals, went to the coach and said, "Coach, you have always kept me in the reserves and never let me play in the finals. But today, please let me play."
The coach said, "Son, I'm sorry, I can't let you. There are better players than you and besides, it is the finals, the reputation of the school is at stake and I cannot take a chance." The boy pleaded, "Coach, I promise I will not let you down. I beg of you, please let me play." The coach had never seen the boy plead like this before. He said, "OK, son, go, play. But remember, I am going against my better judgment and the reputation of the school is at stake. Don't let me down."
The game started and the boy played like a house on fire. Every time he got the ball, he shot a goal. Needless to say, he was the best player and the star of the game. His team had a spectacular win. When the game finished, the coach went up to him and said, "Son, how could I have been so wrong in my life. I have never seen you play like this before. What happened? How did you play so well?"
The boy replied, "Coach, my father is watching me today." The coach turned around and looked at the place where the boy's father used to sit. There was no one there. He said, "Son, your father used to sit there when you came for practice, but I don't see anyone there today."
The boy replied, "Coach, there is something I never told you. My father was blind. Just four days ago, he died. Today is the first day he is watching me from above."
Moral: DIFFERENT THINGS MOTIVATE DIFFERENT PEOPLE



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