
source::::cartoon by Randy Glasbergen in glasbergen.com
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source::::cartoon by Randy Glasbergen in glasbergen.com
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A lucrative offer lured a city banker away from his high-paying job in Malawi, Africa, recently, only for him to realise it was a prank played by his son.
The man who moved back with his family to Chennai lodged a complaint at the police commisionerate last month.
Investigations revealed the complainant’s 12-year-old son had played the prank as he was unhappy with his stay in Africa and wanted to move back to the city.
According to sources with the Central Crime Branch (CCB) who probed the complaint, the banker migrated from Chennai to the southeast African country with his wife and son one year ago.
In April, he received an email from a sender who claimed to represent a finance firm in Muscat with a lucrative job offer.
“Excited about the offer, the banker responded and after a series of mails exchanged, finalised his move. He resigned his job in Malawi, wound up things and flew down to Chennai with his wife and son, a class VIII student. As instructed by his prospective employer, he purchased air tickets to Muscat for his family,” said an officer with the Cyber Crime wing of the CCB.
The complainant realised he had been cheated only when he arrived in Chennai airport and approached authorities for the ‘promised’ Oman visas. In mid August, he lodged a complaint with the grievance cell at the city police commissionerate.
The Cyber Crime wing carried out a probe and established the emails regarding the job offer had been sent from the complainant’s laptop.
“ With a thorough examination we ascertained the first email was sent from Malawi to the complainant’s mail ID using his computer. The subsequent mails about the job description, pay scale and visas were also sent from his own laptop,” the officer said. Investigators determined the boy had meticulously drawn up details for the fake job offer as he knew the family would fly back to Chennai. The complainant dropped the case this week. Investigators advised the boy against indulging in such acts.
source::::The Hindu …
Moral of This True Story reported…. Take your family into confidence , espicially , your kids, before leaving your home land for job grab !!!!
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A Harley Biker is riding by the zoo in Washington , DC when he sees a little girl leaning into the lion’s cage. Suddenly, the lion grabs her by the collar of her jacket and tries to pull her inside to slaughter her, under the eyes of her screaming parents.
The biker jumps off his Harley, runs to the cage and hits the lion square on the nose with a powerful punch.
Whimpering from the pain the lion jumps back letting go of the girl, and the biker brings her to her terrified parents, who thank him endlessly. A reporter has watched the whole event.
The reporter addressing the Harley rider says, ‘Sir, this was the most gallant and brave thing I’ve seen a man do in my whole life.’
The Harley rider replies, ‘Why, it was nothing, really, the lion was behind bars. I just saw this little kid in danger and acted as I felt right.’
The reporter says, ‘Well, I’ll make sure this won’t go unnoticed. I’m a journalist, you know, and tomorrow’s paper will have this story on the front page… So, what do you do for a living and what political affiliation do you have?’
The biker replies, I’m a U.S. Marine and a Republican
The journalist leaves.
The following morning the biker buys the Washington Post to see if it indeed brings news of his actions, and reads, on the front page:
U.S. MARINE ASSAULTS AFRICAN IMMIGRANT AND STEALS HIS LUNCH
…and THAT pretty much sums up the media’s approach to the news these days…
source::::input from a friend of mine…
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Those who are too smart to engage in politics are punished by being governed by those who are dumber.
~Plato, ancient Greek Philosopher
Politicians are the same all over. They promise to build a bridge even where there is no river.
~Nikita Khrushchev, Russian Soviet politician
It turns out one Colorado cop has quite the sense of humour.
The Blackhawk was part of the Army National Guard units called in to help rescue stranded victims of the Colorado flood.
He had to park in the street, and he got ticketed for “facing the wrong way” and “parking in a no parking zone.”
We found the image on a Reddit post titled: “Blackhawk pilot must land on a street in Colorado to help in a rescue from the floods; gets this amusing ticket from local police in return.”
The Redditor also posted this image of the helicopter parked in the street and this image, as verification.
But don’t worry, another commenter claiming police experience pointed out that there “no court date” and no “section codes for violations” — so it had to be a practical joke.


source ::::business insider.com
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| This story was told by a Dr. Isaac Krazen, who is a family doctor in New York. This is a story that happened quite some time ago, in Manhattan, to a very rich old lady we shall call – Mrs. S. and how she accidently got $40,000 dollars. |
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Many know Mrs. S from Manhattan, New York, mostly because she’s rich and lives on the luxurious and well lit Fifth Avenue. From the window of her home once can see central park, and the beautiful lake at its center.
Mrs. S wasn’t interested in buying things. She already had it all. She didn’t want to give anything either, because she already gave more than expected of her. She wasn’t interested in travel because she has done so already and now it tired her. Movies, concerts and the theatre bored her. Relatives and children vexed her and her doctor did not allow her to eat sweets.
Her doctor also ordered her to do a lot of walking, and Mrs. S did as he asked. Each morning she walked for a kilometer and a half. Most people could walk that in 15-20 minutes, but Mrs. S carried the weight of 96 years, and so the walk took about 2 hours, while she was accompanied at all times by her personal chauffeur, in his ironed suit, driving slowly along the track and keeping an eye on her.
People passing by are impressed by her. Many know her. Few are jealous. They’d like to be rich, but also young and healthy. The combination of riches and old age is more thought provoking that envy provoking.
But there’s a problem, Mrs S. needs to pee frequently, and along the route there were no bathrooms. This was just the kind of problem rich people can solve. At the opening of each of the houses in this luxurious street, stands a doorman meticulously dressed and charged with guaranteeing no-one comes in but the tenants. The lobby also has a nice and clean bathroom. Messengers, on behalf of Mrs. S, visited 5 of these buildings, talked to the doormen, and gave them large sums of money to make sure they will always allow the old lady to use the bathrooms.
One spring morning Mrs. S went on her walk. She was up to 79th street when she needed to get to a bathroom. The usual doorman was ill and his replacement did not allow her to enter. Frustrated, she went into a nearby funeral home. As she came in, she was asked if she came to Jeffery Green’s funeral. She did not like to lie but felt she had to to get to that bathroom. She was then handed a guest book to sign her name and address so that the family can sent her a card for coming to pay her respects.
She then proceeded to the bathroom to finally relieve herself.
Two weeks later she got a letter from the law office of Becker & Epstein:
“Dear Mrs. S, we are executing the will of the late Jeffery Green, deceased these two weeks. Mr. Green had no relatives and so he has bequeathed his fortune to those who came to his funeral. Since you were there, you are entitled to a 7th of his fortune, here is a check for $40,000.”
It was a large sum then, but Mrs. S had more, and so she donated it to the hospital where her doctor was working, where it helped to save no few lives.
And that doctor is me.
I guess you have to know where to pee.
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source:::::DINAMANI ..Tamil Daily
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• அவர்: பட்டப் பகல்ல அவர் ஏன் லைட் போட்டுக்கிட்டு மியூசிக் பிராக்டீஸ்
பண்ணுகிறார்?
இவர்: அவர் பிராக்டீஸ் பண்றது “லைட் மியூசிக்’!
• மகன்: இன்னிக்கு சாம்பார் செம டேஸ்டா இருக்கும்மா..!
அம்மா: உனக்கு அப்பாவைப் புகழலைன்னா தூக்கம் வராதே!
• டாக்டர்: எக்ஸ்ரே எடுக்க சீட்டு கொடுத்தேனே… எடுத்தாச்சா..?
நோயாளி: நீங்க கொடுத்த சீட்டை ஜெராக்ஸ்தான் எடுக்க முடியுமாம்… எக்ஸ்ரே எல்லாம் எடுக்க முடியாதாம்..!
• நண்பர்: உங்களுக்கு ஏதாவதுன்னா, தெருவில் உள்ள எல்லோரும் உதவிக்கு ஓடி வருவாங்களா..! பரவாயில்லையே…. இவ்வளவு பாசமா இருக்காங்களே..?
மற்றவர்: நீங்க வேற… எல்லோரும் எனக்கு கடன் கொடுத்திருக்காங்க…!
• ஒருவர்: எலிப் பொறிக்குள்ள என்ன சீட்டு?
மற்றவர்: ‘மசால் வடை டேஸ்ட்டா இருந்துச்சு, நன்றி’ன்னு எலி எழுதி வச்சிருக்குது..!
• டாக்டர்: பேஷண்ட் ஏன் பில்லை தூக்கிப் போட்டுட்டுப் போறாரு?
நர்ஸ்: மனதுக்கு அதிர்ச்சியைத் தரக்கூடிய எதுவாக இருந்தாலும் அதைத் தூக்கிப் போட்டுடனும்னு நீங்கதான் சொன்னீங்களாமே, டாக்டர்..?
source::::Dinamani Tamil Daily
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source::::Randy Glasbergen in glasbergen.com
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Dear Sir:
I am writing to thank you for bouncing my cheque with which I endeavored to pay my plumber last month.
By my calculations, three nanoseconds must have elapsed between his presenting the cheque and the arrival in my account of the funds needed to honor it.
I refer, of course, to the automatic monthly deposit of my entire pension, an arrangement which, I admit, has been in place for only eight years.
You are to be commended for seizing that brief window of opportunity, and also for debiting my account £30 by way of penalty for the inconvenience caused to your bank.
My thankfulness springs from the manner in which this incident has caused me to rethink my errant financial ways. I noticed that whereas I personally answer your telephone calls and letters, — when I try to contact you, I am confronted by the impersonal, overcharging, pre-recorded, faceless entity which your bank has become.
From now on, I, like you, choose only to deal with a flesh-and-blood person.
My mortgage and loan repayments will therefore and hereafter no longer be automatic, but will arrive at your bank, by cheque, addressed personally and confidentially to an employee at your bank whom you must nominate.
Be aware that it is an OFFENCE under the Postal Act for any other person to open such an envelope.
Please find attached an Application Contact which I require your chosen employee to complete.
I am sorry it runs to eight pages, but in order that I know as much about him or her as your bank knows about me, there is no alternative.
Please note that all copies of his or her medical history must be countersigned by a Notary Public figure, and the mandatory details of his/her financial situation (income, debts, assets and liabilities) must be accompanied by documented proof.
In due course, at MY convenience, I will issue your employee with a PIN number which he/she must quote in dealings with me.
I regret that it cannot be shorter than 28 digits but, again, I have modelled it on the number of button presses required of me to access my account balance on your phone bank service.
As they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
Let me level the playing field even further.
When you call me, press buttons as follows:
IMMEDIATELY AFTER DIALING, PRESS THE STAR (*) BUTTON FOR ENGLISH
#1. To make an appointment to see me
#2. To query a missing payment.
#3. To transfer the call to my living room in case I am there.
#4 To transfer the call to my bedroom in case I am sleeping.
#5. To transfer the call to my toilet in case I am attending to nature.
#6. To transfer the call to my mobile phone if I am not at home.
#7. To leave a message on my computer, a password to access my computer is required.
Password will be communicated to you at a later date to that Authorized Contact mentioned earlier.
#8. To return to the main menu and to listen to options 1 to 9
#9. To make a general complaint or inquiry.
The contact will then be put on hold, pending the attention of my automated answering service.
While this may, on occasion, involve a lengthy wait, uplifting music will play for the duration of the call.
Regrettably, but again following your example, I must also levy an establishment fee to cover the setting up of this new arrangement.
May I wish you a happy, if ever so slightly less prosperous New Year?
Your Humble Client