A Cute One !!!..”Did God Make You Grandpa ?” !!!!

It is not how old you are, but how you are old.  –Jules Renard, writer (1864-1910)  

A LITTLE GIRL ran to her Grandpa, jumped  in to his arms and gave him a great big hug.  Then she ran her finfers along his balding head and doen the side of his wrinkled  face.

“Did GOD make you grandpa ” ?…she asked..

“Yes honey…HE made me “..

She felt her own cheek and then asked  “Did GOD make me too ?! ”

“YES   dear , HE made you too”…..

” WELL”… She shrugged…..” dont  you think the GOD is doing a much better job now,  than He used to ” !!!!?????

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Mahaperiavar”s Sense of Humour !!!

Once, an overweight lady came for Mahaperiava’s Dharsan. She was not able to do ‘Namaskaaram’ to Periava. With mixed feelings of Bhakthi and Embarrassment, she just stood there with folded hands.

“I am a diabetic. Doctor has told me that I should reduce myweight and for that I should walk for one hour daily. But, I am not able to walk even for ten minutes.” —she complained to Him. Then she continued, “ Periava should tell me an easier way”.

“ All these doctors are same. They will only repeat what is written inmedical books, but will never look from the practical point of view…”

The lady brightened up expecting that Periava was going to tell her an easy way!. Her eyes showed a lot of expectation.

“ If one wants to be healthy without any disease , one requires Bagavaan’s compassion….”

The lady’s heart started beating fast.

“ Is there a temple near your house?”

“Yes Periava! A big Shiva temple.”

“Good! Do six ‘pradhakshina’s daily in the morning and evening. And clean the temple with broomstick for 100 feet daily..”

The lady was very happy and returned home with Prasaadham!

A disciple who was assisting Periava, was struggling to control his laugh!

“ Did I tell her wrongly..?” asked Periava!

“ No Periava! The doctor prescribed ‘ walking’ , and Periava prescribed ‘Pradhakshinam’……”—answered the disciple!

‘Oh! Do you mean that the medicine prescribed by both of us is ‘Adhvaitha’ and the names are ‘Dhvaitha’ ..?”

That is a sample of Periava’s subtle humour!

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” They Are Searching Me ” !!!!!!!

 

The boss of a big company needed to call one of his employees about an urgent problem with one of the main computers. He dialed the employee’s home phone number and was greeted with a child’s whispered, “Hello?” Feeling put out at the inconvenience of having to talk to a youngster, the boss asked, “Is your Daddy home?”

“Yes” whispered the small voice.

“May I talk with him?” the man asked.

To the surprise of the boss, the small voice whispered, “No.”

Wanting to talk with an adult, the boss asked, “Is your Mommy there?”

“Yes” came the answer.

“May I talk with her?”

Again, the small voice whispered, “No”

Knowing that it was not likely that a young child would be left home alone, the boss decided he would just leave a message with the person who should be there watching over the child. “Is there any one there besides you?” the boss asked the child.

“Yes” whispered the child, “a policeman.”

Wondering what a cop would be doing at his employee’s home, the boss asked, “May I speak with the policeman?”

“No he’s busy” said the little voice.

“Busy doing what?” asked the boss.

“Talking to Daddy and Mommy and the fireman.” came the whispered answer.

Growing concerned and even worried as he heard the sound of a helicopter through the ear piece on the phone the boss asked, “What is that noise?”

“A hello-copper” answered the whispering voice.

“What is going on there?!” asked the boss, now getting alarmed.

In an awed whispering voice the child answered, “The search team just landed the hello-copper.”

Alarmed, concerned and more than just a little frustrated, the boss asked, “What are they searching for?!”

Still whispering, the young voice replied along with a muffled giggle, “Me!”

source:::funpages.com

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Pretty Good Thinker !!!!!…..For Instant Laugh !!!!

A grocery store employee is working in the produce department when a customer approaches and asks to buy half a head of lettuce.

“You can’t buy just half a head, we sell them whole.” says the employee.

The customer responds “Go get your manager, and I’ll ask him.”

So the employee goes to his manager and says “Some idiot out there wants to buy just one half of a lettuce head…”, then suddenly realizes the customer is right behind him, so he turns and gestures “and this gentleman would like to buy the other half!”

After the customer leaves, the manager says “That was pretty quick thinking, where are you from?”

The kid says “I’m from Brazil.”

“So why didn’t you stay there? Isn’t it a beautiful country?”

“Yea, but the place is full of either soccer players or sluts.” Said he kid.

“My wife is from Brazil!” growls the manager.

“Really?” Asks the kid without losing a beat, “What team does she play for???!!!!

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மகாபெரியவர் சொன்ன கதை !!!

நகைச்சுவைக்கும் பெரியவா பெயர் எடுத்தவர். ஒரு நாள் இவர் படுத்துக்கொண்டிரு& #2965;்கும்போது கிழவர் ஒருவர் வந்தார்.

“பிரபு! என்னால் ஒண்ணுமே முடியலை: அடிக்கடி ஜுரம் வருது: ஹார்ட்ல பிராப்ளம் இருக்கு!” என்று பெரிய பட்டியல் போட்டு, “பெரியவாதான் காப்பத்தணும்!” என்று கும்பிட்டார்.

பெரியவா முனகிக் கொண்டே ” ஒக்காரு! உனக்கு ஒரு கதை சொல்லட்டுமா..” என்று ஆரம்பித்தார்:

“ஒரு கிராமத்திலே, கோயிலில் குறி சொல்லும் பூசாரி ஒருவர் இருந்தார். அவர் சொன்னதெல்லாம் பலித்துவிடும்.அதே ஊரில் இருந்த ஒரு போலீஸ்காரர், பூசாரியின் நெருங்கிய நண்பன். ஒரு நாள் அந்த பூசாரி கோயிலைத் திறந்தார். பல சாமான்கள் திருட்டுப் போய்விட்டதைப் பார்த்தார். உடனே தன் போலீஸ் நண்பனிடம் தெரிவிக்க ஓடினார். அதே சமயம் அந்த போலீஸ்காரர் பூசாரியைத் தேடி ஓடி வந்து கொண்டிருந்தார்.. “தேடிப்போன மூலிகை காலில் சுத்திண்டதுபோல நீயே வந்துட்டியே!” என்று பூசாரி சந்தோஷப்பட்டார். “கும்பிடப்போன தெய்வம் குறுக்கே வந்ததுபோல நீங்க வந்துட்டிங்களே!” என்று போலீஸ்காரனும் சந்தோஷப்பட்டார்.

“என்னது, நீ என்னைத் தேடி வரயா? என்ன ஆயிற்று?” என்றார் பூசாரி. “என் சைக்கிளைக் காணோம்: யார் எடுத்திருப்பான்னு
கொஞ்சம் குறி பார்த்துச் சொல்லணும். அதுக்குத்தான் ஓடி வரேன்!” என்றார் அவர்!.

“அட…ராமா! நானே கோயில் சாமான்களைக் காணோம் நீ கண்டு பிடித்துக் கொடுப்பாய் என்று, உன்னைத் தேடி வந்துண்டிருக்கேன். நீ இப்படிச் சொல்றயே?” என்றாராம்.

இது போலத்தான், நீ உடம்பு தேவலையாகணும்னு எங்கிட்ட வந்திருக்கே. ‘எனக்கே மூணு நாளா ஜுரம்’. இது பூசாரியும் போலீஸும் சந்திச்சிண்ட மாதிரி இருக்கு!” என்று சிரித்தாராம். பெரியவா. கிழவரும் சிரித்துவிட்டார்.

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Just For Laugh !!!!…..Jokes on HE and She !!!!

A big football fan goes to the Super Bowl. His seat is in the nosebleed section, but at least he’s at the Super Bowl.

He starts looking around the stadium with his binoculars and sees a guy about 5 rows off the field on the 50 yard line with an empty seat beside him. This is driving him nuts, so at half time, he goes down and asks the guy why he has a vacant seat in such a choice location.

The guy says, “My wife and I bought these seats a long time ago, but unfortunately, she passed away.”

“Oh, I’m really sorry to hear that”, says the fan, “But why didn’t you just take a relative or a friend?”

“Na,” the man shakes his head, “They’re all at the funeral.”

A man goes to his priest and asks him: “Father, do you think its fair for one man to profit from another man’s trouble?”

“Of course not!” Replied the priest. “Even the bible says it is wrong!”

“You’re sure?” asks the man.

“Completely!” Answers the priest.

“So…” says the man, “how about giving back the money you took to marry me and my wife?”

source::: babamail
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Some Irish Jokes For This Weekend !!!

One night, Mrs McMillen answers the door to see her husbands best friend, Paddy, standing on the doorstep.
“Hello Paddy, but where is my husband? He went with you to the beer factory”
Paddy shook his head. “Ah Mrs McMillen, there was a terrible accident at the beer factory, your husband fell into a vat of Guinness stout and drowned”
Mrs McMillen starts crying. “Oh don’t tell me that, did he at least go quickly?”
Paddy shakes his head. “Not really – he got out 3 times to pee!”

An Irishman was flustered not being able to find a parking space in a large mall’s parking lot.
“Lord,”he prayed,”I can’t stand this.If you open a space up for me,I swear I’ll give up drinking me whiskey, and I promise to go to church every Sunday.”
Suddenly, the clouds parted and the sun shone on an empty parking spot. Without hesitation, the man said,”Never mind,I found one.”

Two paddies were working for the city public works department. One would dig a hole and the other would follow behind him and fill the hole in. They worked up one side of the street, then down the other, then moved on to the next street, working furiously all day without rest, one man digging a hole, the other filling it in again.
An onlooker was amazed at their hard work, but couldn’t understand what they were doing. So he asked the hole digger, “I’m impressed by the effort you two are putting in to your work, but I don’t get it – why do you dig a hole, only to have your partner follow behind and fill it up again?”
The hole digger wiped his brow and sighed, “Well, I suppose it probably looks odd because we’re normally a three-person team. But today the lad who plants the trees called in sick.'”


Billy stops Paddy in Dublin and asks for the quickest way to Cork.
Paddy says, “Are you on foot or in the car?”
Billy says, “In the car.”
Paddy says, “That’s the quickest way.”


Paddy and Mick are walking down the road and Paddy’s got a bag of doughnuts in his hand.
Paddy says to Mick, “If you can guess how many doughnuts are in my bag, you can have them both”


A Texan walks into a pub in Ireland and clears his voice to the crowd of drinkers. He says, “I hear you Irish are a bunch of hard drinkers. I’ll give $500 American dollars to anybody in here who can drink 10 pints of Guinness back-to-back.”
The room is quiet and no one takes up the Texan’s offer. One man even leaves. Thirty minutes later the same gentleman who left shows back up and taps the Texan on the shoulder. “Is your bet still good?”, asks the Irishman.
The Texan says yes and asks the bartender to line up 10 pints of Guinness. Immediately the Irishman tears into all 10 of the pint glasses drinking them all back-to-back. The other pub patrons cheer as the Texan sits in amazement.
The Texan gives the Irishman the $500 and says, “If ya don’t mind me askin’, where did you go for that 30 minutes you were gone?”
The Irishman replies, “Oh…I had to go to the pub down the street to see if I could do it first”.


An Irish priest is driving down to New York and gets stopped for speeding in Connecticut. The state trooper smells alcohol on the priest’s breath and then sees an empty wine bottle on the floor of the car.
He says, “Sir, have you been drinking?”
“Just water,” says the priest.
The trooper says, “Then why do I smell wine?”
The priest looks at the bottle and says, “Good Lord! He’s done it again!”


Gallagher opened the morning newspaper and was dumbfounded to read in the obituary column that he had died. He quickly phoned his best friend Finney.
“Did you see the paper?” asked Gallagher. “They say I died!!”
“Yes, I saw it!” replied Finney. “Where are ye callin’ from?”


Father Murphy walks into a pub in Donegal, and says to the first man he meets, “Do you want to go to heaven?”
The man said, “I do Father.”
The priest said, “Then stand over there against the wall.” Then the priest asked the second man, “Do you want to go to heaven?”
“Certainly, Father,” was the man’s reply.
“Then stand over there against the wall,” said the priest. Then Father Murphy walked up to O’Toole and said, “Do you want to go to heaven?”
O’Toole said, “No, I don’t Father.
The priest said, “I don’t believe this. You mean to tell me that when you die you don’t want to go to heaven?”
O’Toole said, “Oh, when I die, yes. I thought you were getting a group together to go on a trip right now.”

source:::::news.com.au
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With Humour, You Can Fight Many a Battle !!!!!

Humour is a bulletless gun, an anger dousing foam, a tension reliever, a face-saving shield, a pin to prick bloated egos!!!!

In primitive days, nations settled their disputes only through wars. In feudal times, gentlemen settled all their quarrels with gun duels as if bullets could decide the justice or otherwise of things. In all dictatorships the army and suppression are of critical importance to the survival of the regime. Modern man tries to settle differences through the more civilised ways of diplomacy and dialogue. In his arsenal of non-lethal weapons humour occupies the prime place in negotiating potholes in both the public domain and private lives. For the civilised man a sense of proportion of things and a razor-sharp intellect replace the savage’s fist of fury. Perhaps like our shrinking integrity in public life, our sense of humour is taking a beating and intolerance is becoming pervasive and shooting up by the day. Like the paradoxical common sense it is becoming rare to find.

Humour is a bulletless gun, an anger dousing foam, a tension reliever, a face-saving shield, a survival tool in the face of grim oppression, a social friction lubricant, a pin to prick bloated egos. So it is heartily loathed and outlawed by dictators who ban all cartoons. But it is the refuge of the underdog, and the unfailing weapon of debaters. It is the essence of the democratic spirit. Autocrats dread and proscribe it since they cannot silence ideas with bullets.

Great men and women possessed it in abundance. They never attempted to cage or muzzle it. Wise kings of old kept court fools who had the freedom to jest about imperial follies. We see a number of such ‘wise fools’ in Shakespearean plays. Even in the circus we have clowns who ape the artists clumsily, arousing peals of laughter, thereby relieving the tension of the high-strung trapeze artists.

Winston Churchill, who successfully led England through two world wars, was an exceptionally witty man. Once a society lady insulted him saying if he were her husband she would poison him. He coolly quipped that if she were his wife he would drink it.

Another time dramatist Bernard Shaw attempted the snob game with him saying. “I invite you to the first performance of my play and bring a friend … if you have one.” Pat came his blistering reply: “Impossible to be present for the first performance. Will attend the second … if there is one.”

When Gandhiji was visiting King George in London he made no change in his sparse attire, with no shirt to his back. A palace officer condescendingly dropped a hint, “Mr. Gandhi, do you think you are sufficiently dressed for the occasion? “ On the instant came his unfazed reply. “His majesty has enough clothes for both of us”.

Pomposity and petty jealousies can be seen even in religious circles. Once a hushed dispute arose among the close disciples of Jesus over who was the greatest among them. The wise master called a child and, placing it in the centre of their circle, said: “Unless you become like this little child, you will not enter the kingdom of God.” Their egos then shrank to healthy dimensions.

John Paul II, while fighting communist oppression in Poland when he was a young bishop, was forbidden by the government from holding the annual traditional procession with the picture of the famous Black Madonna. He did not despair. He held the procession all the same with just the frame of the picture and the knowing huge crowd of devotees gallantly joined in. The bamboozled authorities were at their wits’ end at this out-of-the-box thinking coming from the unlikely quarter of a churchman.

Once an emperor was visiting prisoners in a crowded jail and he asked each of them his life and crimes. All of them protested their innocence and blamed the government and the courts for their plight. One man alone confessed his crime honestly and had no complaints against the authorities. The emperor ordered his immediate release and told the rest that the presence of such a criminal would be undesirable among so many innocents.

We can see this subtle irony in Shakespeare in the classic speech of Mark Antony after the assassination of Julius Caesar. Not even once did he speak disrespectfully of the chief conspirator Brutus but he rubbed in layers of irony with his repeated epithets of ‘honourable’ and ‘noble Brutus.’ When wit takes a back seat, then the powers that be order arrests and detentions. Great statesmen like Nehru never objected to any cartoons and, in fact, looked forward to be amused by the great cartoons of R.K. Laxman.

(The writer’s email: adukanildb@gmail.com)

Keywords: humour sense, tension reliever, R.K. Laxman

source:::: THE HINDU ….English Daily
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