just wanted to share..

Hi frnds, recently I had been to Vadodara. By chance I met a person called Savak, who had also come to enjoy his Diwali vacations there...away from mumbai...we talked for almost 3.5 hrs on varied topics. And I felt so very much intellectually stirred that it took almost a day for me to get ground...very soon i will share some of our discussions...with u all...I keep you all in my prayers....-
-Harsh

James Bond

On a flight James bond was sitting next to a Telugu guy. (born and brought

up in Andhra with strong Telugu sentiments)

The conversation went ahead as under

Telugu Guy:

"Hello, May I know your name please?"

James Bond: "My name is Bond"

Continuing in his inimitable style, " ....James Bond."

Then Bond asks:

"And you?"

Telugu Guy: " My name is Rao...

Siva Rao...

Samba Siva Rao...

Venkata Samba Siva Rao...

Yarlagadda Venkata Samba Siva Rao...

Rajasekhara Yarlagadda Venkata Samba Siva Rao...

Sitaramanjaneyula Rajasekhara Yarlagadda Venkata Samba Siva Rao...

Vijayawada Sitaramanjaneyula Rajasekhara Yarlagadda Venkata Samba Siva
Rao..."


Since then whenever anyone asks Bond his name he simply says "James Bond"

Fight or Flight?

Fight or Flight?

1. A gentleman traveling on a coast-to-coast flight
Was the king of person who had real insight.
A five-year old youngster was really a fright
Running up and down aisles and giving a fight.

2. The people in business were trying to work
Near those who were sleeping, the youngster did lurk.
He yanked off the headsets of some music lovers,
And took all of the peanuts
that he could discover.

3. The passengers complained, “He must becontrolled,”
And threatened the flight crew to knock him out cold.
Theflight attendant buckled him in his seat
But his screams and his hollers were less than a treat.

4. The passengers, desperate, want him bound tight and gagged.
“Arrest the boy’s parents, or let them be nagged.”
At last comes our gentleman, who spoke to the crew.
They loved his idea; into action they flew.

5. They found a seat for the boy in the front of the plane.
They were willing to do it to keep themselves sane.
They fashioned a steering wheel from a large plate;
A stick was a rudder’ he thought it was great.

6. Flying instruments were made from some odds and some ends.
The pilot came back; the two became friends,
The pilot then asked for help flying the plane.
Because it’d be tough if they ran into rain.

7. The kid was delighted’ he was taught how to fly.
Flight attendants all smiled; the copilot came by.
The pilot saluted and left the boy in command.
He kept pretty quiet and thought it was grand.

8. The passengers rejoiced; the gentleman was praised.
How did you think of it?” the question was raised.
The gentleman answered in a voice calm and low,
“It’s really quite simple, if you go with the flow.

You tried hard to solve your own problem, the noise;
But the problem I solved was that of the boy’s.”

© Janice Y.
Preston, 1993. All rights reserved. Used with
Permission

~not~confused~

Propaganda leaves us blinded

Mesmerize the simple minded;

Ask those kids at Tiananmen Square

Was fashion the reason they were there;

Why go away, ask widow of Satyendra Dubey

By blowing whistle, did he get extra lives;

Lives!! yes we are cruising in our lives

thinking about ways to socialize;

can anyone tell me, if we are free

or 15th of august '47 was just a mockery

~harshw