
source::::Dinamalar . ..Tamil Daily Cartoon on Rail Budget !!!!
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source::::Dinamalar . ..Tamil Daily Cartoon on Rail Budget !!!!
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Natarajan.
> *The Kompletely Finished Airlines (KFA) was on the brink. Its pilots were
> on strike and staff had not been paid salaries for six months.
>
> Banks, which had lent huge sums of money, were closing in. But there was
> one reason why KF Airlines still drew passengers; it was hijack proof. And
> this is how it earned its reputation.
>
>
> One day, an attempt was made by unknown persons to hijack a flight of this KFA..
> Two of the three hijackers on KFA Flight 333, who had dozed off to sleep,
> wake up and spring out of their seats brandishing things that looked like
> sharp weapons. One of them takes hold of the stewardess and yells for all
> the passengers to hear, “Don’t move. This is a hijack. We are taking this
> plane to Karachi.”
>
>
> “Wait a minute,” says a passenger who looks like a banker, “you can’t take
> this plane. My bank has already seized it to recover dues owned by the
> company. This plane is going to Mumbai to be auctioned.”
>
>
> “Just hold on,” says the hijacker, “let me check my tickets. We could be on
> the wrong flight.” After checking his tickets he says, “We are on the
> correct flight. To hell with your bank.”
>
>
> One of the hijackers moves towards the cockpit taking the stewardess along
> while the second one stands guard in the isle. Meanwhile the third hijacker
> takes his place at the rear. The cockpit door is jerked open and the
> hijacker rushes in and shuts it. “There is no need to panic. Stay calm.
> This is a hijack. If you do as you are told your life will be spared.”
>
>
> Seeing the surprised look on the pilot’s face, the hijacker asked, “Who are
> you?”
> “I am the steward, not the pilot,” said the uniformed person in the pilot’s
> seat. “The pilots are on strike because they haven’t been paid salaries for
> the last three months.”
> “Then, who is flying this plane?” asked the hijacker, a little nervous now.
> “Nobody is,” said the steward, “we haven’t even taken off.”
>
>
> The turn of events shocks the hijacker, but he quickly recovers. “I must
> have dozed off. Can you fly this plane?” he asks the steward.
> “But I don’t have a licence,” says the steward.
>
>
> “What if I hold a box cutter to your head?” the hijacker threatens.
> “Then maybe,” says the steward, “but there still is one problem. We don’t
> have fuel.”
> “What?” the hijacker asks.
>
>
> “The oil companies won’t give us fuel because we still owe them a lot of
> money,” the steward blurts out.
>
>
> The hijacker thinks for a while and then pulls out his satellite phone and
> makes a call to Karachi. “Karachi, we have a problem. Can you wire some
> 10,000 dollars to the KFA account to buy some aviation fuel?”
>
>
> Karachi agrees, but the money has to be routed through a series of offshore
> accounts to hide the source and this takes some time. Meanwhile the
> hijacker yells for the stewardess. “Bring me some coffee.”
>
> ]
> “Sorry sir,” says the stewardess, “but the company cut coffee, biscuits and
> toffees from the menu to pay the mortgage on the boss’s luxury villa.”
>
>
> After what seems like an hour a fuel tanker drives to the plane and unloads
> its contents.
> “Can we take off now?” the hijacker asks.
>
>
> “I don’t think we can take off, because this plane has only one engine,”
> says the steward.
>
>
> “What happened to the other one?” asks the hijacker.
>
>
> “It is being used to power the boss’s Formula 1 car.”
>
>
> The hijacker is stunned. He then gets angry that the hijack has gone
> horribly wrong and yells. “I want to talk to your boss.”
>
>
> The frightened steward calls up the boss and gives the phone to the
> hijacker who listens for a while and then hands it back. “What did he say?”
> the steward asks.
>
>
> “Nothing. The mobile company said his SIM card was deactivated because
> bills were not paid for the last six months,” says the hijacker and walks out.
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Facebook Addiction
If you are on Facebook, I am sure you will find this hilarious
The 76-year-old woman walked down the hallway of Clearview Addictions
Clinic, searching for the right department. She passed signs for the
“Heroin Addiction Department (HAD),” the “Smoking Addiction Department
(SAD)” and the “Bingo Addiction Department (BAD).” Then she spotted
the department she was looking for: “Facebook Addiction Department
(FAD).”
It was the busiest department in the clinic, with about three dozen
people filling the waiting room, most of them staring blankly into
their Blackberries and iPhones. A middle-aged man with unkempt hair
was pacing the room, muttering,”I need to milk my cows. I need to milk
my cows.”
A twenty-something man was prone on the floor, his face buried in his
hands, while a curly-haired woman comforted him.
“Don’t worry. It’ll be all right.”
“I just don’t understand it. I thought my update was LOL-worthy, but
none of my friends even clicked the ‘like’ button.”
“How long has it been?”
“Almost five minutes. That’s like five months in the real world.”
The 76-year-old woman waited until her name was called, then followed
the receptionist into the office of Alfred Zulu, Facebook Addiction
Counselor.
“Please have a seat, Edna,” he said with a warm smile. “And tell me
how it all started.”
“Well, it’s all my grandson’s fault. He sent me an invitation to join
Facebook. I had never heard of Facebook before, but I thought it was
something for me, because I usually have my face in a book.”
“How soon were you hooked?”
“Faster than you can say ‘create a profile.’ I found myself on
Facebook at least eight times each day — and more times at night.
Sometimes I’d wake up in the middle of the night to check it, just in
case there was an update from one of my new friends in India . My
husband didn’t like that. He said that friendship is a precious thing
and should never be outsourced.”
“What do you like most about Facebook?”
“It makes me feel like I have a life. In the real world, I have only
five or six friends, but on Facebook, I have 674. I’m even friends
with Juan Carlos Montoya.”
“Who’s he?”
“I don’t know, but he’s got 4,000 friends, so he must be famous.”
“Facebook has helped you make some connections, I see.”
“Oh yes. I’ve even connected with some of the gals from high school —
I still call them ‘gals.’ I hadn’t heard from some of them in ages, so
it was exciting to look at their profiles and figure out who’s
retired, who’s still working, and who’s had some work done. I love
browsing their photos and reading their updates. I know where they’ve
been on vacation, which movies they’ve watched, and whether they hang
their toilet paper over or under. I’ve also been playing a game with
some of them.”
“Let me guess. Farmville?”
“No, Mafia Wars. I’m a Hitman. No one messes with Edna.”
“Wouldn’t you rather meet some of your friends in person?”
“No, not really. It’s so much easier on Facebook. We don’t need to
gussy ourselves up. We don’t need to take baths or wear perfume or use
mouthwash. That’s the best thing about Facebook — you can’t smell
anyone. Everyone is attractive, because everyone has picked a good
profile pic. One of the gals is using a profile pic that was taken,
I’m pretty certain, during the Eisenhower Administration. ”
“What pic are you using?”
“Well, I spent five hours searching for a profile pic, but couldn’t
find one I really liked. So I decided to visit the local beauty
salon.”
“To make yourself look prettier?”
“No, to take a pic of one of the young ladies there. That’s what I’m using.”
“Didn’t your friends notice that you look different?”
“Some of them did, but I just told them I’ve been doing lots of exercise.”
“When did you realize that your Facebooking might be a problem?”
“I realized it last Sunday night, when I was on Facebook and saw a
message on my wall from my husband: ‘I moved out of the house five
days ago. Just thought you should know.'”
“What did you do?”
“What else? I unfriended him of course!”
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