Friday, November 09, 2007

THE INDIAN MOM

Contributed by : Mr. Hemant Jain (hemant_jain14@yahoo.co.in)

THE INDIAN MOM
Mom comes to visit her son Kumar for dinner...who lives with a girlroommate Sunita. During the course of the meal, his mother couldn't help but notice how pretty Kumar's, roommate was.
She had long been suspicious of a relationship between the two, and this had only made her more curious.
Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between Kumarand his roommate than met the eye.
Reading his mom's thoughts, Kumar volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Sunita and I are just roommates."
About a week later, Sunita came to Kumar saying, "Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the silver chutney jar. You don't suppose she took it, do you?"
"Well, I doubt it, but I'll email her, just to be sure."
So he sat down and wrote :
Dear Mother, !
I'm not saying that you 'did' take the chutney jar from my house, I'm not saying that you 'did not' take the chutney jar. But the fact remains that it as been missing ever since you were here for dinner.
Love,
Kumar
Several days later, Kumar received an email from his Mother which read:
Dear Son,
I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with Sunita, and I'm not saying that you 'do not' sleep with Sunita. But the fact remains that if she was sleeping in her OWN bed, she would have found the chutney jar by now.
Love,
Mom.
Lesson of the day .....
Don't Lie to Your Mother...especially if she is Indian!

Be aware of 2-way mirror...

contributed by : Mr. Hemant Jain (hemant_jain14@yahoo.co.in)

HI All,

Have you seen recent advertisement of M/S SAINT GOBAIN GLASSES shown in
TELEVISION'S - Then you must have known about 2 Way mirror)

How to determine if a mirror is 2 way or not (Not a Joke!)?
Not to scare you, but to make sure that you aware. Many of the Hotels and
Textile showrooms cheat the customers this way& watch privately.
HOW TO DETECT A 2-WAY MIRROR?
When we visit toilets, bathrooms, hotel rooms, changing rooms, etc., How
many of you know for sure that the seemingly ordinary mirror hanging on the
wall is a real mirror, or actually a 2-way mirror i.e., they can see you,
but you can't see them. There have been many cases of people installing
2-way mirrors in female changing rooms or bathroom or bedrooms.
It is very difficult to positively identify the surface by just looking at
it. So, how do we determine with any amount of certainty what type of mirror
we are looking at?
CONDUCT THIS SIMPLE TEST:
Place the tip of your fingernail against the reflective surface and if there
is a GAP between your fingernail and the image of the nail, then it is a
GENUINE mirror.
However, if your fingernail DIRECTLY TOUCHES the image of your nail, then
BEWARE; IT IS A 2-WAY MIRROR! (There is someone seeing you from the other
side). So remember, every time you see a mirror, do the "fingernail test."
It doesn't cost you anything. It is simple to do.
This is a really good thing to do. The reason there is a gap on a real
mirror, is because the silver is on the back of the mirror UNDER the glass.
Whereas with a two-way mirror, the silver is on the surface. Keep it in
mind! Make sure and check every time you enter in hotel rooms. May be
someone is making a film on you.

A Story

Story contributed by : Jatin Aggarwal
(jatin_eyes@yahoo.co.in)

Jatin wrote :-
On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the remaining of the gift I didn't
manage to buy earlier.

When I saw all the people there, I started to complain to myself," It is going to take forever here and I still have so Many other places to go.

Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year. How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it..."
Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there I started to curse the prices, wondering if after all kids really play with such expensive toys.
While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5 years old, pressing a doll against his chest.
He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who was this doll for.
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him, " Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?"
The old lady replied, " You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear."
Then she asked him to stay here for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I started to walk toward him and I asked him who did he want to give this doll to.
" It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her, after all, and not to worry.
My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said, " I told daddy to tell mummy not to go yet. I asked him to wait until I come back from the supermarket."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few notes and said to the boy, "What if we checked again, just in case if you have enough money?"

I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll, and even some spare money.

" You know, my mummy loves white rose." A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my trolley. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck who hit a car where there was one young lady and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to get out of the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away. I couldn't stop myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I went to the mortuary where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wish before burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that this little boy had for his
Mother and his sister is still
, to that day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all this away from him
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