Mother of the Year!

And, this Year's Mother of the Year Award goes to..........

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Couldn't they have really thought anything else....ANYTHING??

Explaining snake in the CWG village's room

Apparently a snake was found in the Commonwealth Games village's room, occupied by South Africans. A few logical explanations...

1. If donkeys and monkeys can be in the Organizing Committee....why can't a snake be in one of the rooms.

2. The snake smelled a rat in CWG.

3. It was part of the entertainment troupe of the snake charmer's band....but the snake charmers left, coz Kalmadi asked them to do their duty for free.

4. The snake was depressive/suicidal...and was counting on the room's ceiling to die.

5. Snakes, mosquitoes, cockroaches....everything was part of the deal...the Chef de Missions should have read the fine print.

6. The room was originally meant for Chinese...and the snake was a surprise snack.

7. It was for security reasons....really!

8. It was actually Kalmadi disguised as a snake....trying to avoid questions like "What exactly did you do as the Chairman of OC?", or "What exactly did you do as the Chairman of OC?" or the journalists' personal favourite "What exactly did you do as the Chairman of OC??"

9. The snake was protesting the fact that it wasn't given a good land compensation.

10. It was all about language barrier. Anyone in the OC (except Kalmadi) must have told the worker to fill the cupboard with "snacks" and the worker must have interpreted it as "Fill the cupboard with snakes". Not only our sense of hygiene....our sense of pronunciation is very different too!


Anyone got any other explanation???

If history had facebook!

Ok, this is no original....but really good found at funtoosh and the best way to say that I'm STILL ALIVE!!!!

Shoaib's statement after divorcing his "sister"

"Arre, I was told that it's an autograph notebook...so I signed it. Now they tell me it was divorce papers."

My forensic analysis

It was the most boring traffic jam in T.Nagar. It seemed like I was stuck for eternity. Then I glanced at the passengers sitting on the bike in front of me. It was a guy and a gal. The gal had long hair, which she had let it loose.

My mind began my forensic analysis. She was in her jeans....so I assumed that she was a bit modern, though from middle class as she was plump...and dint care about her figure.

Then I noticed scratches in her hand ....I noticed how deep they were and there were 2 distinct lines.....someone must have cut her hands. I presumed that she lived alone with her husband. They hardly talked.

I saw it all and came to the conclusion. The man must be a merciless woman beater!! They must have had a fight. The wounds were fresh. They must have had a fight yesterday night. The sore loser must have lost the argument. To feel superior, he must have tried to injure her. Heck, he must have cut her hand with a blade!!

Bloody, friggin...asshole. Men! Why should they treat women like dirt? But one day they will learn. One day, women will rise. The day women listen to their inner heart. Fire will wrath. The fury will burn men to nothing.

I wanted to make a serious dent on his bike..as a punishment against my community. The traffic started clearing. I made my plan....as he would accelerate...I would ACCELERATE and hit him from behind. He would look back....but by that time...I would have already be ahead of him....lost in the swarm of traffic. Yes! I could finally figure out the purpose of my existence...the torchbearer of Women Empowerment. I felt like a big accomplisher already.

Traffic cleared. He started riding slowly.

Just when I was about to race my accelerator to make a dent...the man in front turned back and asked the 'woman' "Brother, where is the petrol bunk?"

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