<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159614815161425258</id><updated>2011-07-08T20:57:10.840+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bakwaas Bandh Kar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8159614815161425258/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kaalki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961212178570297733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159614815161425258.post-8181614072020984299</id><published>2010-10-04T19:50:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-04T19:58:46.711+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Solution for Ayodhya :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TdXfz45uhM4/TKnkBdIxjmI/AAAAAAAAADg/F8KGTHqGOsI/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decides to give them a test. He gives each woman a present of $5,000 and watches to see what they do with the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first does a total makeover. She goes to a fancy beauty salon, gets her hair done, purchases new make-up and buys several new outfits, and dresses up very nicely for the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tells him that she has done this to be more attractive for him because she loves him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man is impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second goes shopping to buy the man gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets him a new set of STRONG golf clubs, some new gizmos for his computer, and some expensive clothes. As she presents these gifts, she tells him that she has spent all the money on him because she loves him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the man is impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third invests the money in the stock market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She earns several times the $5,000. She gives him back his $5000 and reinvests the remainder in a joint account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tells him that she wants to save for their future because she loves him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, the man was impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man thought for a long time about what each woman had done with the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess which lady he chose to marry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think like a man . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(scroll down for the answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He married the most beautiful one!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men are Men.... Obviously!!!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8159614815161425258-4906504529116871507?l=kaalki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/feeds/4906504529116871507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-guys-select-girl-they-want-to-marry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8159614815161425258/posts/default/4906504529116871507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8159614815161425258/posts/default/4906504529116871507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-guys-select-girl-they-want-to-marry.html' title='How guys select the girl they want to marry !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kaalki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961212178570297733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159614815161425258.post-8118522640515379195</id><published>2010-03-25T13:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-25T13:28:53.300+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm jus too shy....and I dunno why !!</title><content type='html'>10th grade &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th grade &lt;br /&gt;The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior year &lt;br /&gt;The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation Day &lt;br /&gt;A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Few Years Later &lt;br /&gt;Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral&lt;br /&gt;Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too...` I thought to my self, and I cried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever wondered which hurts the most: saying something and wishing you had not, or saying nothing, and wishing you had? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8159614815161425258-8118522640515379195?l=kaalki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/feeds/8118522640515379195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-jus-too-shyand-i-dunno-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8159614815161425258/posts/default/8118522640515379195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8159614815161425258/posts/default/8118522640515379195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-jus-too-shyand-i-dunno-why.html' title='I&apos;m jus too shy....and I dunno why !!'/><author><name>Kaalki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961212178570297733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159614815161425258.post-7440427324283302013</id><published>2010-03-25T11:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-25T11:35:42.509+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Results of Drunken Driving !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TdXfz45uhM4/S6r8qlEab5I/AAAAAAAAACI/ITI0hODNn1o/s1600/securedownload.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TdXfz45uhM4/S6r8qlEab5I/AAAAAAAAACI/ITI0hODNn1o/s400/securedownload.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452448107320733586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Life goes on....Drive Carefully"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8159614815161425258-7440427324283302013?l=kaalki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/feeds/7440427324283302013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/2010/03/results-of-drunken-driving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8159614815161425258/posts/default/7440427324283302013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8159614815161425258/posts/default/7440427324283302013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/2010/03/results-of-drunken-driving.html' title='Results of Drunken Driving !!'/><author><name>Kaalki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961212178570297733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TdXfz45uhM4/S6r8qlEab5I/AAAAAAAAACI/ITI0hODNn1o/s72-c/securedownload.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159614815161425258.post-6969800730215334036</id><published>2010-03-15T15:27:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-16T17:27:38.350+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TdXfz45uhM4/S54GpnKKN3I/AAAAAAAAACA/8vb4IZJ7Jzs/s1600-h/Moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TdXfz45uhM4/S54GpnKKN3I/AAAAAAAAACA/8vb4IZJ7Jzs/s200/Moon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448799911120877426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TdXfz45uhM4/S54GfE88kLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7irW4LZkoU0/s1600-h/Honey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TdXfz45uhM4/S54GfE88kLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7irW4LZkoU0/s200/Honey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448799730139959474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              Honey Moon Photo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8159614815161425258-6969800730215334036?l=kaalki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/feeds/6969800730215334036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/2010/03/honeymoon-photo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8159614815161425258/posts/default/6969800730215334036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8159614815161425258/posts/default/6969800730215334036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/2010/03/honeymoon-photo.html' title='Honeymoon Photo'/><author><name>Kaalki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961212178570297733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TdXfz45uhM4/S54GpnKKN3I/AAAAAAAAACA/8vb4IZJ7Jzs/s72-c/Moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159614815161425258.post-7849226745717494765</id><published>2010-03-05T11:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-05T11:28:53.549+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Funtoosh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I don't call anyone by their first name.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager of a large office noticed a new man one day and told him to come into his office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is your name?" was the first thing the manager asked the new guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bobby," the new guy replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager scowled, "Look, I don't know what kind of a mamby-pamby place you worked at before, but I don't call anyone by their first name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It breeds familiarity and that leads to a breakdown in authority. I refer to my employees by their last name only - Smith, Jones, Baker - that's all. I am to be referred to only as Mr. Robertson. Now that we got that straight, what is your last name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new guy sighed and said, "Darling. My name is Bobby Darling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, Bobby, the next thing I want to tell you is..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;strong&gt;A Blonde suspects her boyfriend of cheating on her...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Blonde suspects her boyfriend of cheating on her, so She goes out and buys a gun. She goes to his apartment unexpectedly and sure enough, she opens the door and finds him in the arms of a redhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the blonde is angry, She opens her purse to take out the gun but as she does so, she is overcome with grief. She takes the gun and puts it to her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend yells "No, honey, don't do it." The blond replies "Shut up, you're next."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8159614815161425258-7849226745717494765?l=kaalki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/feeds/7849226745717494765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/2010/03/funtoosh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8159614815161425258/posts/default/7849226745717494765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8159614815161425258/posts/default/7849226745717494765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/2010/03/funtoosh.html' title='Funtoosh..'/><author><name>Kaalki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961212178570297733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159614815161425258.post-1546880550714090554</id><published>2010-02-20T12:40:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-20T12:44:39.334+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Results of Love Marriage..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TdXfz45uhM4/S3-LLrRPpWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0jebLqbmyG0/s1600-h/securedownload.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440219907596723554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TdXfz45uhM4/S3-LLrRPpWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0jebLqbmyG0/s320/securedownload.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The result of a love-marriage generally results in a chaotic situation and the child has to suffer always....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See in this case too, the poor child is known as Zonkey !!!!      LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8159614815161425258-1546880550714090554?l=kaalki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/feeds/1546880550714090554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/2010/02/results-of-love-marriage.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8159614815161425258/posts/default/1546880550714090554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8159614815161425258/posts/default/1546880550714090554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/2010/02/results-of-love-marriage.html' title='Results of Love Marriage..'/><author><name>Kaalki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961212178570297733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TdXfz45uhM4/S3-LLrRPpWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0jebLqbmyG0/s72-c/securedownload.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159614815161425258.post-9101786376652644721</id><published>2010-02-19T15:51:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-19T15:56:12.426+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Men In Danger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TdXfz45uhM4/S35m1AQIxCI/AAAAAAAAABI/Wfc6rp6l0Ko/s1600-h/nat007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439898460696921122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TdXfz45uhM4/S35m1AQIxCI/AAAAAAAAABI/Wfc6rp6l0Ko/s320/nat007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Male specie....is in enormous danger these days....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;See even nature is going against us !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8159614815161425258-9101786376652644721?l=kaalki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/feeds/9101786376652644721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/2010/02/men-in-danger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8159614815161425258/posts/default/9101786376652644721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8159614815161425258/posts/default/9101786376652644721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/2010/02/men-in-danger.html' title='Men In Danger'/><author><name>Kaalki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961212178570297733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TdXfz45uhM4/S35m1AQIxCI/AAAAAAAAABI/Wfc6rp6l0Ko/s72-c/nat007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159614815161425258.post-1465343185041247297</id><published>2009-10-30T12:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-30T12:42:22.715+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Joke</title><content type='html'>A Guy was playing golf one day and he got lost. He saw a lady up ahead of him and went to her and said, "Can you please help me, I don't know what hole I'm on." She told him, "You are one hole behind me. I'm on 7; you're on 6." He thanked her and continued playing golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later he got lost again. He saw the same lady and went to her again kind of embarrassed. "I'm sorry to bother you again but I'm lost again, can you please tell me what hole I'm on." She told him "you are one hole behind me. I'm on 14; you are on 13."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again he thanked her and continued playing golf. When he finished, he saw her in the clubhouse. He went up to her and asked if he could buy her a drink for helping him out. She accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they were drinking and talking he asked her what she did for a living. "I am in sales." she said. He replied, "no kidding, so am I. What do you sell ?" She said it is too embarrassing to tell. But, after he kept pleading to know what she sold, finally,she said she'd tell him if he promised not to laugh.  He promised. She said, "I sell WHISPER (Sanitary Napkins)" . He immediately fell to the floor laughing hysterically. She said, "You promised you wouldn't laugh".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied (still with tears in his eyes), "I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it. I sell toilet paper..... I am still one hole behind you." !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8159614815161425258-1465343185041247297?l=kaalki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/feeds/1465343185041247297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/2009/10/joke.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8159614815161425258/posts/default/1465343185041247297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8159614815161425258/posts/default/1465343185041247297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/2009/10/joke.html' title='A Joke'/><author><name>Kaalki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961212178570297733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159614815161425258.post-3680379861475614134</id><published>2009-10-08T20:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T09:09:53.924+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The rise of "aam-aadmi" (Common Man)</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id=greeting1 quality='high' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash' type='application/x-shockwave-flash'  height=400 width=550 src='http://media.santabanta.com/greetings/Dussehra/dussehra24.swf' allowfullscreen='true'&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.santabanta.com'&gt;Powered by SantaBanta.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8159614815161425258-3680379861475614134?l=kaalki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/feeds/3680379861475614134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/2009/10/rise-of-aam-admi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8159614815161425258/posts/default/3680379861475614134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8159614815161425258/posts/default/3680379861475614134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/2009/10/rise-of-aam-admi.html' title='The rise of &quot;aam-aadmi&quot; (Common Man)'/><author><name>Kaalki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961212178570297733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159614815161425258.post-5279868108922291586</id><published>2009-10-06T17:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-06T17:55:49.167+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Don't mess with Woman</title><content type='html'>The FBI had an opening for an assassin. After all the background checks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interviews and testing were done, there were 3 finalists; two men and a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woman. For the final test, the FBI agents took one of the men to a&lt;br /&gt;large&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;metal door and handed him a gun. "We must know that you will follow our&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instructions no matter what the circumstances. Inside the room you will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find your wife sitting in a chair . . . Kill her!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said, "You can't be serious. I could never shoot my wife." The&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agent said, "Then you're not the right man for this job. Take your wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and go home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and&lt;br /&gt;went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into the room. All was quiet for about 5 minutes. The man came out with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears in his eyes, "I tried, but I can't kill my wife." The agent said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't have what it takes. Take your wife home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was the woman's turn. She was given the same instructions,&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room. Shots were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard, one after another. They heard screaming, crashing, banging on&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walls. After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there stood the woman, wiping the sweat from her brow. "This gun was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loaded with false bullets" she said. "I had to beat him to death with&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chair!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL: Women are extremely determined.. Don't mess with them!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8159614815161425258-5279868108922291586?l=kaalki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/feeds/5279868108922291586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-mess-with-woman.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8159614815161425258/posts/default/5279868108922291586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8159614815161425258/posts/default/5279868108922291586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-mess-with-woman.html' title='Don&apos;t mess with Woman'/><author><name>Kaalki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961212178570297733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159614815161425258.post-2659496369105848479</id><published>2009-08-08T09:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-08T09:08:43.170+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Jack &amp; Jill</title><content type='html'>Jack &amp; Jill went up the hill&lt;br /&gt;to have a little fun........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Jill forgot her pills&lt;br /&gt;and now they have a son.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8159614815161425258-2659496369105848479?l=kaalki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/feeds/2659496369105848479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/2009/08/jack-jill.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8159614815161425258/posts/default/2659496369105848479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8159614815161425258/posts/default/2659496369105848479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/2009/08/jack-jill.html' title='Jack &amp; Jill'/><author><name>Kaalki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961212178570297733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159614815161425258.post-853736934706546686</id><published>2009-08-04T08:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-04T08:44:08.611+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Children' story in a different form</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a software engineer who used to develop programmes on his Pentium machine, sitting under a tree on the banks of a river. He used to earn his bread by selling those programmes in the Sunday Market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while he was working, his machine tumbled off the table and fell into the river. Encouraged by the Panchatantra story of his childhood (The Woodcutter and the Axe), he started praying to the River Goddess. The River Goddess, to test him, appeared only after one month of rigorous prayers. The engineer told her that he had lost his computer in the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the Goddess wanted to test his honesty. She showed him a match box and asked, 'Is this your computer?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed by the Goddess' lack of computer awareness, the engineer replied, 'No.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She next showed him a pocket-sized calculator and asked if that was his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoyed, the engineer said 'No, not at all!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she came up with his own Pentium machine and asked if it was his &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The engineer, left with no option, sighed and said 'Yes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The River Goddess was happy with his honesty. She was about to give him all three items, but before she could make the offer, the engineer asked her, 'Don't you know that you're supposed to show me some better computers before bringing up my own?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The River Goddess, angered at this, replied, 'I know that, you stupid donkey! The first two things I showed you were the Trillennium and the Billennium, the latest computers from IBM!' So saying that, she disappeared with the Pentium!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral: If you're not up-to-date with technology trends, it's better to keep your mouth shut and let people think you're a genius than to open your mouth and remove their doubts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8159614815161425258-853736934706546686?l=kaalki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/feeds/853736934706546686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/2009/08/children-story-in-different-form.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8159614815161425258/posts/default/853736934706546686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8159614815161425258/posts/default/853736934706546686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/2009/08/children-story-in-different-form.html' title='Children&apos; story in a different form'/><author><name>Kaalki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961212178570297733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159614815161425258.post-8307200690171435667</id><published>2009-08-04T08:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-04T08:37:13.433+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Murphy's Law(s)</title><content type='html'>Let's talk about stories involving Murphy laws in practise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy's Original Law&lt;br /&gt;If there are two or more ways to do something, and one of those ways can result in a catastrophe, then someone will do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy's Law&lt;br /&gt;If anything can go wrong -- it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy's First Corollary&lt;br /&gt;Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy's Second Corollary&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible to make anything foolproof because fools are so ingenious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantized Revision of Murphy's Law&lt;br /&gt;Everything goes wrong all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy's Constant&lt;br /&gt;Matter will be damaged in direct proportion to its value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Murphy Philosophy&lt;br /&gt;Smile... tomorrow will be worse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8159614815161425258-8307200690171435667?l=kaalki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159614815161425258.post-2503640774144902376</id><published>2009-07-02T21:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:32:28.475+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To AD vid love....</title><content type='html'>shez so wonderful in her writing prowess dat one would love to read her for the life time....&lt;br /&gt;shez so expressive vid her emotions dat one would love to feel her vid her expressions.....&lt;br /&gt;shez so romantic that one would love to romance her......&lt;br /&gt;shez so understanding dat one would love to hav a wife like her......&lt;br /&gt;shez so loving dat one would love to love her for the whole life......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno y the hell all these feelings surround me wen i read her blog but I can't resist....&lt;br /&gt;den ma mind says...."dude, what the f*** !!!! y  the hell r u caring for the others....express ur feelins openly to her n hence i've expressed 'em at her blog......&lt;br /&gt;now 'am w8in....lets c...wots d response.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8159614815161425258-2503640774144902376?l=kaalki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/feeds/2503640774144902376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-ad-vid-love.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8159614815161425258/posts/default/2503640774144902376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8159614815161425258/posts/default/2503640774144902376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-ad-vid-love.html' title='To AD vid love....'/><author><name>Kaalki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961212178570297733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159614815161425258.post-8684204126884406883</id><published>2009-06-04T21:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:44:09.100+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love....</title><content type='html'>Yeah.....'tis nice to be in love.....he he....but its one sided &lt;em&gt;(more smiles&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;ehhehehehe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cuz for some days i've been followin the blog of a gurl.....n i liked her in every way....but i dunno y she always remains in a confused state of mind.....&lt;br /&gt;should i care bout it.....&lt;br /&gt;what the f***..... y shudn't i ?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8159614815161425258-8684204126884406883?l=kaalki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/feeds/8684204126884406883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/2009/06/love.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8159614815161425258/posts/default/8684204126884406883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8159614815161425258/posts/default/8684204126884406883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/2009/06/love.html' title='Love....'/><author><name>Kaalki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961212178570297733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159614815161425258.post-6727548819608960378</id><published>2009-04-27T23:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:08:50.900+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Electionzzz....</title><content type='html'>u must be wondering why the hell i hav put those extra zzz...in the spelling.....&lt;br /&gt;what the F**k....why r u gonna ask such a bullshit...isn't it !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lemme tell u cuz i am here to do all the bakwas....hai na !!!!&lt;br /&gt;btw everytime this bullshit called "elections" comes up after every 5 years or so....."or so" ..... cuz nowadays its not fixed that whether those big "fat abdomens" whom we call our Neta's are even goin to keep there kursi's for that amount of time.....&lt;br /&gt;ok....ok 'am deviating from ma original Bakwas or bullshit or whatever.....it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where were we....hmm got it......these elections makes any sane person doze of in d midst of those fatty abdomen and blabbermouths' speech which they call "Bhaashan" n really according to ma research which is very unlike then the other research works carried out around the globe....i have found that the chances of sleeping zzzz.....when an idiot is blabbering his neverending list of promises is directly proportional to the degrees which u r holding.....hence the more learned u are the faster u will sleep....cuz u know dat those idiotic stuffs r never gonna be fulfilled.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8159614815161425258-6727548819608960378?l=kaalki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159614815161425258.post-8548138694473542631</id><published>2009-04-27T23:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:47:03.253+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"Bakwas Bandh Kar"</title><content type='html'>Yep u r very correct....."Bakwas Bandh Kar" stands for "Stop this Bullshit"&lt;br /&gt;n ya 'am gonna let the bullshit come in open to be known by the general populace on various topics which we all r dealing with on a routine basis.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8159614815161425258-8548138694473542631?l=kaalki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaalki.blogspot.com/feeds/8548138694473542631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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