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Saturday, February 13, 2016


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Bombay Calling! Don't miss its cinemas and shops! Use the train Thks 

Wednesday, February 10, 2016


In the early twentieth century, a farmer decided that he needed to improve the agriculture on his ranch in Nevada. He figured that a well needed to be dug to bring water and nutrients to the soil above. He lived in a barren desert and the water stored deep beneath the Earth’s crust would have provided a more sustainable crop for this harsh and dry area. He knew that a well with ample water was needed to supply bountiful crops. What he didn’t know was what was waiting for him deep below the soil. He began to dig a deep well when problems soon arose. After digging deep into the Earth searching for water, he found what he was looking for. The problem was that the water was incredibly hot. Over 200 degrees in fact, making it impossible to create a well at the time. He capped off his ventures and was forced to forget about supplying the area with a sustainable water source.
A team came to the area with better drilling technology in 1964, in order to create a successful well. Their plans didn’t go as expected as the water was still too hot for them to deal with. The drilling operation was immediately suspended and abandoned. The team that came in 1964 didn’t cap their drilling ventures properly and they created a small geyser. Under extreme pressure and at extreme temperatures, gasses, water, minerals, and nutrients flooded to the surface. This small geyser has grown at an incredible rate creating something that nobody expected. It is not a typical geyser at all. This type of geyser is actually called a fly geyser and it pumps the nutrient rich water above ground where these nutrients and minerals have collected, creating a colorful mountain that continues to grow to this day.

The fly geyser in Nevada started out as an attempt to create a well but the drillers got much more than they bargained for when they were faced with scalding hot water. After the operations were abandoned, a beautiful monument created by nature was formed and it has taken on a life of its own, continuously growing and changing. The mineral rich water has created a mountain of colorful formations that have stunned the world.

The fly geyser in Nevada has created its own unique ecosystem in and around the water.


If you get close enough you’re able to see small fish swimming in the hot spring waters and many birds flying around feeding on the organisms that have come to call this magical fantasy land, home.

The different nutrients, gasses, and minerals that are expelled from this fly geyser in Nevada react differently to the sun, as well as the oxygen in the air. This reaction creates some magnificent colors that are constantly changing. The longer this geyser flows, the more beautiful it becomes. Look out Yellowstone. It looks like you have some serious competition in Nevada.

The fly geyser in Nevada is located on private land so you would need permission to see the rare sight. Many people have contacted the land owners with offers to purchase the land in order to transform this desert oasis into a tourist attraction. The land owners have no intent of letting that happen. This is their own private oasis and they are happy with keeping it that way. They have refused all offers and keep their property fenced in to prevent the hoards of people that flock to this area to see the geyser from ruining their land. Few people, family and friends, even a few photographers have been allowed access but this is someone’s land. I can understand the owners not wanting too many strangers trampling the beautiful rural area.

The land owners will give you a guided tour if you can get a hold of them. The price varies on their mood and the time of year, so if you want to make plans to see this place you better be nice to the owner and his family.

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

9 Good habits that one must develop

Habits die hard when learnt at young age. 
9 good habits are given for all ages, more suitable to younger persons. Because they will live for more years than the elders and let them get more prolonged benefits by inculcating these good habits.
So, please share this with young ones around you.

Smile is a natural habit which we have it in ourselves by birth.
So why be a person having frown face 24/7 365 days??? Which not only make you feel and depressed it also make you to push away from others too! . Start smiling and share happiness every minute of your life.
2. Stop gossiping
- GOSSIP is what no one claims to like but everyone enjoys. “Great people talk about Ideas, Average people talk about Things and Small people talk about other people”  be a great person, not a small person!
3. Stop giving excuses
– observe people around you all unsuccessful people suffer from a mind deadening though disease. We call this disease EXCUSITIS! Ask yourself if you are one among those diseased people. And cure yourself of EXCUSITIS!
4.Dream big
– As a kid all of us dream like crazy! We dream about the silliest to the craziest and the biggest dreams ever the only work we do when we something new is to start dreaming. That was really fun and inspired every second, why do we start killing our as we grow older and older. If someone somewhere had never dreamt of creating a computer you would have not read my article here!
5.Start taking action 
– Why sit comfortably and talk about problems whole day and wait got some miracle to happen?? Miracles will happen when someone else takes action to fool you and make millions!
6.Thinking positive
– Do not allow negative thoughts to come in your mind! And positive thinking is not about expecting the best thing to happen every time but, accepting that whatever happens   is the best at that moment.
7.Shed your EGO 
– Accept your mistakes and be willing to learn from everyone around you. Majority of us have EGO which never allows us to grow in life the quicker we shed it the sooner we reach heights in life.
  Develop a good listening attitude because “Most people do not listen with an intent to understand they listen with an intent to reply”
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9. What will they think about me??
 Never ever in your life get affected by this highly disease this will make your life hell!  The sooner you come out of this mindset the better your life will be.
 Stop blaming others for your trouble your dreams can be made into reality by only you not by others and it’s your life , when you blame others for what you are going through you deny responsibility and you give other power over that part of your life.

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Very Creative PJ's

Creative PJ's
​(Sent by a lady journalist)
Pankaj fell in love
Pankaj married
Pankaj divorced
Pankaj udaas
Sonia was walking.
Sonia slipped.
Sonia fell into the drain.
Sonia Gandhi 

Sameera went to a parlor
Sameera did her hair
Sameera did her makeup
Sameera Reddy

Kangana hit the ball
Kangana took a single
Kangana did not reach the crease
Kangana Ran
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Hrithik buys bulb
Hrithik puts bulb in socket
Hrithik switches bulb on
hrithik roshan

Lance arms weak.
Lance joins gym.
Lance does chin-ups.
Lance Arm
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Poonam puts Chuna
Poonam puts Kathha
Poonam puts Gulkand
Poonam puts supari
Poonam Pan
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Anil menbatti
Anil agarbatti
Anil dhoop
Anil kapoor

Umar walking on the road
Umar got kidnapped
Umar not found by family
Umar gul

Minisha purchased a cycle
Minisha started riding
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Minisha's height
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Minisha lamba
William making fruit shake
William took pears
William put them in glass
William shakespeare

Mika went to studio
Mika went to recording room
Mika took the mike
Mika singh

nspecting Officers In The Fauj - Nostalgic

This is the life we all have
lived ​
. You can't beat Army ( any where and any time ) for its bullshit and ingenuity. And, lest we forget, the writer has a way with his words!.


One of my B
​attery ​
s wrote a very interesting piece. I am sure you will like it.

Begin forwarded message:

The Divisional Commander was conducting his annual inspection of our brigade headquarters.
The ‘Camp’ had been cleaning their floors and vehicles for days, and the Brigade Staff had been busy wrapping our records, cooking up data, back dating and signing inspection sheets on registers, destroying obsolete files, and above all trying to keep themselves fit for the 2 mile BPET run.
On the day of inspection, the general marched into our commander’s office sat down on the low cushioned seat for the briefing. Once the waiter had done the formalities of tea, chicken sandwich, and roasted nuts, the general started.
“I hope none of your units are selling stuff to civilians from the CSD canteen,” GOC’s tone was more seeking an reassurance, rather than one of  ‘I know what you did last summer.’
Even if they did sell, any good commander would have confidently and emphatically said ‘NO, Sir.’
My undiplomatic one shot back “You are asking me? Your Divisional Troops are the ones doing it. My Brigade Major can show you the details.” While some staff officers were pushing their eyeballs back into their socket, others were cleaning their ears with their little finger to confirm if the ‘quote’ was from Ripley.
The security posts on the exits of the cantonment were all manned by soldiers from our brigade’s units. The sentries had been ordered to record the bills of CSD goods leaving the cantonment. The seven composition notebooks from the seven gates were promptly shown to a GOC. His face turned from orange to red to crimson in an instant like a damsel’s bare butt on Miami’s South Beach on a hot sunny day.
He got up dusting the sandwich crumbs on his uniform “I think I will need to take care of this issue first. The inspection is over.”
We didn’t know whether to smile or weep!
If ever there was one event that brought the most humour in any Army Unit, it is none other than the ‘inspections.’
A soldier, his weapon, and his unit, go through a gazillion inspections during his term in the army. After a few weeks, almost every soldier gets used this back breaking exercise, which always comes with some laughs thrown in.
Though, you tend to suffer when you are in the thick of it, it always is fun to look back and smile. It is more fun to see a group of unfortunate suckers being inspected by a lucky boss, and you are out by a safe distance. In every inspecting officer, there is always a thread of sadism, intellectual snobbery, superiority complex, and in some cases thirst for revenge. Some show it off, and some are subtle.
Most army officers are like the blind men who went to ‘see’ the elephant. A lot of us stop reading any printed material after the ‘hectic’ JC Course. The guys who manage ‘PCK’, manage avoid reading printed stuff even at Mhow. Some book worms continue to read the ‘essentials’ till the Staff College entrance examination. That is the time our learning from reading peaks.
Thereafter we tend to think our bookshelf and the black wooden box containing the precis, are ‘external hard drives’ of our brain. Our concepts of excellence and professionalism are stratified quite early in life. In every inspection, every commander seems to be seeking the one or two issues that he considers is essential for the unit to be ‘fit for war’.
Some commanders behave like ‘troops kitchen commanders’ and believe that 'Warcraft' is all about baking chapattis on the thickest griddle, and serving the thickest curry to troops. Some commanders are a little more polished, and act like ‘Officer Mess Sergeants’ who are picky about the silverware, dining cloth, and the ‘oiliness’ of French Fries and samosas served.
For some physically fit commanders, inspections are all about the 2 mile battle proficiency run.  For a few, it was all about accounting, while others are constantly searching for junk stores, saved rations and dust.
The truth seems to elude them, as it did for Buddha, Jesus, Mohammad, Nanak and Anna Hazare.
Decades ago, I came across this eccentric commander with a German sounding name in Punjab. He was scheduled to inspect the Mortar Battery in his brigade on a particular day. To the ill luck of this Battery, a week earlier, its officers had a ‘celebration’ in a local hotel, and got into a scuffle, like in any bars near a military station. They had sullied the image of an honorable organization, and of a commander, wanting to become a two star general.
The Battery was up even before the ‘kook
of Punjab, and were ready for the ‘inspection’ at 0800 hours on the fateful day. The Commander was nowhere ‘on site’ or ‘in sight’. It appeared the trackers with radio sets posted on every mile behind some cover, had all gone silent. Around 1000 hours, the CO picked up both courage and telephone to check if the commander had forgotten, or had a heart attack, or something. After all, troops were waiting, and the snacks were getting cold.
“I am the inspecting officer. I will come at my convenience,” was the ‘courteous’ reply.
The officers and men stood waiting for the inspecting officer who could arrive anytime, like a mother-in-law whose Greyhound bus was held up in traffic on a New Jersey road closed by Governor Chris Christie.
The tea time passed, lunch time passed, afternoon tea passed, and even the dinner time was past. The Commander landed up at 2200 hours (yes, you read it right …at 10 PM).
“Switch off all electric lights. I want to see how well you are prepared for a blackout that precedes any war,” he commanded.
The lever on the transformer that supplied electricity to the whole Fort came down. ‘Poof’ went the lights, and out came all possible flash lights, lantern, petromaxes, candles, and even the improvised lamps the sentries used for sealing locks in the Quarter Guard. The Fort looked more like a medieval castle preparing for battle with Oliver Cromwell.
The first place the commander marched into was the ‘Technical Store’ that stored the prismatic compasses, binoculars, and other technical stuff that were supposed stay dry. He picked up a bag of ‘silica gel’ placed for absorbing moisture from the instruments, and asked for a knife.
One of the technical assistants flashed a blue ‘Prince’ blade that had outlived its shaving capability, and was retained for sharpening pencils. The commander grabbed the blade, and cut the silica gel bag, pointed at the crystals flowing out of the crack like diamonds from a UN Peacekeeper’s backpack, and yelled, “Have you seen this?”
How could any of those suckers have seen ‘that’, when ‘it’ came sealed in the cotton or muslin bags from Army Ordinance? Even the reader with 20/20 sight would not, if he had waited for 20 hours in #1 uniform the whole day, with no food or drink, in the near dark environment the furious commander had invoked.
There was a pin drop silence at the almost midnight hour. One could only hear the hoots of owls of Gobindgarh Fort.
“Yellow,” like a FIFA referee who had caught an erring footballer, the commander shouted. He threw the silica gel bag with the left over crystals with force at the Technical Assistant Sergeant as if he was stoning an adulterous woman in a country that was less than 30 miles away.
The other officers and men in the store and on the doorway effectively used the screen of darkness. The German’s shout was more powerful than the silica gel crystals that flew like ball bearings off a claymore mine.
“Your unit is not ready for my inspection,” he declared.
“Let me know when your unit is ready; I shall come back again,” he got into his black staff car like Douglas Macarthur leaving Corregidor.
In the following few weeks, he inspected the miserable unit three or four times, in similar fashion and at similar hours.
The mortar battery would have gladly fired a salvo on the brigade headquarters; but then their range was pretty limited, I presume.
The day the rascal commander was posted out, the Battery had a bara khana, a big meal or feast.
Guys who have served in mountain areas more than 10K feet above MSL would appreciate the menace of yaks. These animals have limited grazing grounds, and forage for food inside military lines too. Ignorant they are, they often defecate even near the ‘officers messes’ and ‘quarter guards.’ It is not possible to explain them that army camps already had enough bullshit, anyway.
It was inspection time in our unit.
“I do not want to see a single yak within 3 mile perimeter of the unit lines,” the worried CO told us in the preparatory meeting.
The regimental police section was augmented to extra strength, and pickets were posted in every possible entry route of these hairy beasts. Since the rehearsals started almost a week earlier, the approaching yaks were fended off by the stick wielding regimental police.
The whole camp looked clean, spic and span, sans the filthy yaks.
On the day of the inspection, the commander landed around noon. To our surprise his wife and children also accompanied him. For most of us it came as a happy surprise, for commanders tend to be a little casual and relaxed when their spouses are around. Also, since most uniformed men are generally henpecked, the lady’s program normally superseded the inspection program.
“These guys are visiting from Delhi. They wanted to see some yaks. So I brought them along,” he was all smiles.
Our jaws and testicles dropped at that very instant.
The regimental police sergeant was sent to pull back the posted sentries immediately. Like amorous guys whose wives reported of headaches every night, the yaks that had come knocking the doors in the morning, seeing the red arm banded sentries, had all retreated to safer pastures for the day. They too after all were Hinayana Buddhists, and had their dignity and pride.
The Regimental police were told to go in search of these absconding animals, and bring them for viewing by the commander’s children. It was difficult to explain the reason of contradictory orders to the baffled sentries. It was more difficult to say 'sorry' to the creatures that were turned away for a fortnight, and request them to come in immediately. They are no American girl friends anyway. Knowing our predicament it appeared the hairy rascals were playing hide and seek with our desperate sentries.
It was around four in the afternoon when one sentry managed to bring an animal to the unit. Pictures were taken alongside her, and our inspection was brought to a close.
I am sure the picture must be on the mantle of my commander’s home, with the pictured folk blissfully unaware of our state that day.
In preparation for most inspections, all army units resort to painting everything that moved, and applying a ‘red sand coating’ to anything that didn’t. Like we spread mulch around tree trunks here, Indian army units have a tendency to colour up the trunks of trees.
A friend of mine was the aide-De-camp to a general who was inspecting a unit. Even though everything looked good, nothing went right. The general was badly upset and screaming during the whole event.
When the general and ADC were leaving the unit, the general pointed to a tree trunk with red colour on it just next to the entry/exit gate and said, “That frigging tree got me upset, otherwise the unit is in good shape”!
Sun Tzu certainly could have said "The trick to a successful inspection............. know your enemy…the inspecting officer!!!"
If you believed that a Pope’s penis and man’s tits were the most useless things on earth, you haven’t seen the lineup of generators in Artillery and Signal regiments. They come in all shapes and sizes………………… 150W, 500W, 2.5KW ….and so on. These are meant to be used for charging radio batteries in remote posts. Most of them did not have electric start, and would need to start with a tugging rope. Adulterated gasoline, pathetic filters, rust, dirty sparking plugs, and long periods of stowaway, ensured they seldom started even with 20 pulls. That should explain the heavy hands and handedness of most Signal Sergeants. Even the ones that started seldom produced the voltage need for charging. They made more sound and smoke, than electricity. They would shiver and jump around like a naked man thrown inside an ice skating rink in the middle of winter in Siberia.
One of our commanders was extremely fond of these generators. Every unit he visited, he wanted these state of art noise makers to be laid out in a line, and started. Like Yehudi Menuhin conducting the philharmonic orchestra, he would admire and enjoy the strange music the scores of these whole body vibrators made. It was pure nightmare for the Signal sergeants to make sure all these machines start, especially at the most crucial hour.
The commander noticed that our signal sergeant was holding down one generator, his whole body shaking. he looked like a floor marshal of Indian parliament trying to restrain and over power a Seemandh
ra member, protesting against Tel
ngana. It was apparent that this generator was a ‘jumper’ who would shake out of the lineup. However, since the generator produced much less smoke as compared to the others, the commander left happy that his flock was battle worthy.
Later we learnt that the erring generator never started, and the Signal Sergeant was masquerading as if it was.
And you thought only women faked orgasms dude
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This was written by Becky Ransey of Indiana, (a doctor's Wife), and I want to share it with you.

She was over recently for coffee and smelled the bleach I was using to clean my toilet and counter tops.

This is what she told me.

'I would like to tell you of the benefits of that plain little ole bottle of 3% peroxide you can get for under
$1.00 at any drug store. What does bleach cost?
My husband has been in the medical field for over 36 years, and most doctors don't tell you about peroxide.

Have you ever smelled bleach in a doctor's office? NO!!! Why? because it smells, and it is not healthy!

Ask the nurses who work in the doctor's offices, and ask them if they use bleach at home. They are wiser and know better!

Did you also know bleach was invented in the late 40's? It's chlorine, folks! And it was used to kill our

Peroxide was invented during WWI in the 20's. It was used to save and help cleanse the needs of our
troops and hospitals.

Please think about this:

1. Take one capful of peroxide (the little white cap that comes with the bottle) and hold in your mouth for 10 minutes daily, then spit it out. (I do it when I bathe.) No more canker sores, and your teeth will be whiter without expensive pastes. Use it instead of mouthwash.

2. Let your toothbrushes soak in a cup of peroxide to keep them free of germs.

3. Clean your counters and table tops with peroxide to kill germs and leave a fresh smell. Simply put a little on your dishrag when you wipe, or spray it on the counters.

4. After rinsing off your wooden cutting board, pour peroxide on it to kill salmonella and other bacteria.

5. I had fungus on my feet for years until I sprayed a 50/50 mixture of peroxide and water on them
(especially the toes) every night and let dry.

6. Soak any infections or cuts in 3% peroxide for five to ten minutes several times a day. My husband has seen gangrene that would not heal with any medicine but was healed by soaking in peroxide.

7. Fill a spray bottle with a 50/50 mixture of peroxide and water and keep it in every bathroom to disinfect without harming your septic system like bleach or most other disinfectants will.

8. Tilt your head back and spray into nostrils with your 50/50 mixture whenever you have a cold, plugged sinus. It will bubble and help to kill the bacteria. Hold for a few minutes, and then blow your nose into a tissue.

9. If you have a terrible toothache and cannot get to a dentist right away, put a cap full of 3% peroxide into your mouth and hold it for ten minutes several times a day. The pain will lessen greatly.

10. And of course, if you like a natural look to your hair, spray the 50/50 solution on your wet hair after a shower and comb it through. You will not have the peroxide-burnt blonde hair like the hair dye packages but more natural highlights if your hair is a light brown, reddish, or dirty blonde. It
also lightens gradually, so it's not a drastic change.

11. Put half a bottle of peroxide in your bath to help get rid of boils, fungus, or other skin infections.

12. You can also add a cup of peroxide instead of bleach to a load of whites in your laundry to whiten them. If there is blood on clothing, pour it directly on the soiled spot. Let it sit for a minute, then rub it and rinse with cold water. Repeat if necessary.

13. I use peroxide to clean my mirrors. There is no smearing, which is why
I love it so much for this.

14. Another place it's great is in the bathroom, if someone has been careless has peed on the floor around the toilet it's begun to smell of urine. Just put some peroxide in a spray bottle spray. In the blink of any eye all the smell will be gone the bacteria eliminated!

I could go on and on. It is a little brown bottle no home should be without! With prices of most necessities rising, I'm glad there's a way to save tons of money in such a simple, healthy manner! ' This information really woke me up. I hope you gain something from it, too.

Pass it on! Clorox vs peroxide VERY interesting and inexpensive.