January 2008

A soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco.

“Mom and Dad, I’m coming home, but I’ve a favor to ask. I have a friend I’d like to bring home with me.” ..

“Sure,” they replied, “we’d love to meet him.”

“There’s something you should know the son continued, “he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us.”..

“I’m sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live.”

“No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us.”

“Son,” said the father, “you don’t know what you’re asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can’t let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He’ll find a way to live on his own.”

At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him.

A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son.

They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn’t know, their son had only one arm and one leg.


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‘bc’ is a textmode calculator in linux. bc is a language that supports arbitrary precision numbers with interactive execution of statements.

We need to execute this command in the console.


2*3000 (Press Enter)


Press quit to come out of the mode.

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class room I walked with my best friends across the campus……… towards my class… my final year engineering class. The hour hand at the watch said … it was ten minutes past 5…. and there was not even a single trace of any life in the college…….. except for we three…. me and my best pals ………..

Another ten steps.. and there was our class with the doors shut… !!! we were on the third floor… and the sun setting down in the valley with its orange rays was creating a magical scene. Had a wish that the time stops at that very moment… but it never happens… the seconds hand ticked heavily….. and we opened the doors of the class for one last time……………….

Wished i cud ask my teacher…”may i come in…. ” and wanted to hear her shout…. “You late again… no attendance…”
but there was no one there… just empty desks.. and we three…. looking at the walls…. and the desks.. all empty… with quotes we wrote … and the raised platform .. where the torture classes were held… and the last benches.. where we had fun…. laughed …. kicked out…. hiding from the teachers… pleading for attendence………… million memories rolled like a muvee into our minds… and there was complete silence for a moment.. and we smiled … laughed!!!!!Walked like heros from the medivial times..fought like the enemies over discussions of Arsenal and Manchester United.. jumped over the benches… had a look at the bench .. where the so called babes of our class used to sit…. hehehe… babes in my engineering college…. a dream in itself… (no offenses to any babes)… ..

drifted to our place… … sat there….. side seats…
dint feel like the last day …. dont remember how we met …. how we came to such a stage… feels like i know my friends from ages… feel like as if i was born in this college….. feel like i was always here…

The entire class was still there alive…. the last benchers sleeping………. the gals chatting amongst themselves……….. the teacher in her own world…… Ajay sitting besides me …. cribbing about something …. prasan sitting on first bench taking down notes…. and Vaibhav smiling at the babes…. Tushar … trying talking to the gals… and we laughing about something of the other….. me occasionally scribbling something on my notepad………… making some sketches.. or bullshit poetry …………

Ahh.. Snehal asking me to look outside… for some babes from C.Tech … standing there……. and i without even a word…looked outside.. it was an unsaid communication…. Sameer pinged me… and i, with the same enthu… looked outside… but today there wasnt anybody there……………. just the deserted corridor………. and i cud see the mechanical department at the end… no one there………………

looked back….. but there was Vikram .. in his dream world…. not scribbling anything in his notebook… not laughing this time…. not sayin anything this time……….. just sitting there.. and there was Sunny… and there was me …..

“roll number 25………. “
“roll number 25………… Abhishek…. u sleeping again…….. “
“Ok fine…………. roll number 26″
“………………….. hey .. present ma’m………… “
“you sleep dear…!!! no attendence for you……………..”

No attendence…. the class has ended… and my friends… chatting and laughing …. going for a chai… aur a samossa….. aur a lemon juice…

and we sat there ….. sat there all alone ……… closed our eyes, for the entire world outside the walls of the campus was calling us…………..

Wanted to attend one last lecture…….. but this time there was no one to take that last lecture…………..

and there was that door… open… and we wished all the time .. to run away …. to bunk.. but this time it wasnt….. one last time…. one last time………… attended the class…. with no one.. just we three…

cute_girl_in_hat.jpg A man’s wife called him, “How long will you be poring over that newspaper? Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?”

He tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. His only daughter, Sindu, looked frightened. Tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with Curd Rice.

Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age. She has just turned eight. She particularly detested Curd Rice. His mother and his wife are orthodox, and believe firmly in the ‘cooling effects’ of Curd Rice! He cleared his throat, and picked up the bowl.

“Sindu, darling, why don’t you take a few mouthfuls of this Curd Rice? Just for Dad’s sake, dear? And, if you don’t, your Mom will shout at me.”

He could sense his wife’s scowl behind his back. Sindu softened a bit, and wiped her tears with the back of her hands.

“OK, Dad. I will eat – not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. But, you should…” Sindu hesitated, “Dad, if I eat this entire curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?”

Oh sure, darling’.



He covered the pink soft hand extended by his daughter with mine and clinched the deal.

“Ask Mom also to give a similar promise”, his daughter insisted.

His wife slapped her hand on Sindu’s, muttering, “Promise”, without any emotion.

Now he became a bit anxious.

“Sindu dear, you shouldn’t insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not have that kind of money right now. OK?”

“No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive.”

Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity. He was silently angry with his wife and his mother for forcing my child to eat something that she detested.

After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to him with her eyes wide with expectation. All our attention was on her.

“Dad, I want to have my hair shaved off, this Sunday!’ was her demand.

“Atrocious!” shouted her wife, “A girl child having her hair shaved off? Impossible!”

“Never in our family!” her mother rasped. “She has been watching too much television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!”

“Sindu darling, why don’t you ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.”

“No, Dad. I do not want anything else”, Sindu said with finality.

“Please, Sindu, why don’t you try to understand our feelings?” He tried to plead with her.

“Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice.” Sindu was in tears. “And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what?”

It was time for him to call the shots. “Our promise must be kept.”

“Are you out your mind?” chorused his mother and wife.

“No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honor her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.”

With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big and beautiful. On Monday morning, he dropped her at her school. It was a sight to watch his hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned around and waved. He waved back with a smile.

Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, “Sinduja, please wait for me!”

What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. Maybe, that is the in-stuff, he thought.

“Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!”

Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car and continued.

“That boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering from leukemia.” She paused to muffle her sobs. “Harish could not attend school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates. Sinduja visited him last week and promised him that she would take care of the teasing issue. But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son! Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.”

He stood transfixed and then, I wept.

He said

“My little Angel, you are teaching me how selfless real love is!”

Two friends were walking through the desert.

During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand:


They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one, who had been slapped, got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him.

After the friend recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone:


The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, “After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?”

The other friend replied: “When someone hurts us, we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it.”


A man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper.

Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, “This is for you, Daddy.”

The man was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found out the box was empty.

He yelled at her, stating, “Don’t you know, when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside? The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and cried, “Oh, Daddy, it’s not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They’re all for you, Daddy.”

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.

Only a short time later, an accident took the life of the child. It is also told that her father kept that gold box by his bed for many years and, whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

In a very real sense, each one of us, as humans beings, have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses… from our children, family members, friends, and God. There is simply no other possession, anyone could hold, more precious than this.

A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.

SON: “Daddy, may I ask you a question?”

DAD: “Yeah sure, what is it?” replied the man.

SON: “Daddy, how much do you make an hour?”

DAD: “That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?” the man said angrily.

SON: “I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?”

DAD: “If you must know, I make Rs.100 an hour.”

SON: “Oh,” the little boy replied, with his head down.

SON: “Daddy, may I please borrow Rs.50?”

The father was furious, “If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior.”

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.

The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy’s questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?

After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down and started to think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs.50 and he really didn’t ask for money very often.

The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door.

“Are you asleep, son?” He asked.

“No daddy, I’m awake,” replied the boy.

“I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier” said the man.
“It’s been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here’s the Rs.50 you asked for.”

The little boy sat straight up, smiling. “Oh, thank you daddy!” He yelled.

Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.

The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.

“Why do you want more money if you already have some?” the father grumbled.

“Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,” the little boy replied.

Daddy, I have Rs. 100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?

Please come home early tomorrow I would like to have dinner with you”

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.

It’s just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life.

We should not let time slip through our fingerswithout having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.

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