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Pagdi Sambhal Jatta !!!!

Tera Lut Na Jaaye Maal Oye Oh Jatta Sambhal Sambhal Oye
Pagdi Sambhal Jatta Pagdi Sambhal Oye
Pagdi Sambhal Jatta Pagdi Sambhal Oye
Tera Lut Na Jaaye
Tera Lut Na Jaaye Maal Jatta Pagdi Sambhal Oye
Tod Gulami Ki Zanjire Badal De Tu Apni Takdeere
Padja Aisa Inke Palle Kar De Inki Balle Balle
Tod Gulami Ki Zanjire Badal De Tu Apni Takdeere
Padja Aisa Inke Palle Kar De Inki Balle Balle

Aasmaan Ko Bhi Woh Jukaaye Jukaaye
Yaaro Jo Kabhi Bhi Himmat Na Haare
Aadmi Yahan Pe Jo Chaaye Jo Chaaye
Yaaro To Zameen Pe Laaye Sitaare
Banda Kisne Tej Hawa Ko Bakat Ko Kisne Dekha
Mehnat Se Hi Badlegi Teri Haathon Ki Rehka
Tera Lut Na Jaaye
Tera Lut Na Jaaye Maal Jatta Pagdi Sambhal Oye

Aaj Hum Karenge Yeh Vaada Yeh Vaada
Jatta Aaj Hum Karenge Yeh Vaada
Beriye Ko Mil Ke Mitana Mitana
Jatta Hai Yehi To Apna Iraada
Fauladi Hai Baahen Teri Pathhar Ka Hai Seena
Karde Karde In Goron Ka Ab To Mushkil Jeena
Tera Lut Na Jaaye
Tera Lut Na Jaaye Maal Jatta Pagdi Sambhal Oye
Pagdi Sambhal Jatta Pagdi Sambhal Oye
Pagdi Sambhal Jatta Pagdi Sa…

BREAKING NEWS: Raj Thackeray suddenly finds himself castrated on the morning of 29th Nov 2008

Well, the world knew it long before that but Raj Thackeray discovered it today morning only. And it dint happen all of a sudden today only....He was only born without balls.....
After it has been established firmly that the attack on Mumbai was orchestarated by , but obviously Pakistan; there has been no angry statement by "Ball-less" Raj Thackeray that "I will finish Pakistan" and neither by his enunch partymen.......
But then all of us knew beforehand, that he was born "Ball-less", how he discovered it so late is very surprising. And not even his wife, who was there on dharna in support of his "Ball-less" husband outside Police-Station in Thane, when her husband was arrested for attacking his own country-men and supposedly those people who were thrreatening his "amchi mumbai".
As if Mumbai is of "Ball-less" Raj Thackeray's father??
Where is he now and where is his enunch partymen, when the entire world knows that Mumbai was…

Raj Thackeray pissed in his pants on 26th Nov 2008

Please forward Raj Thackeray's phone number if you find it.
Want him to go and save Amchi Mumbai along with his MNS goondas. "The Sons of the Soil"...Army, Navy and NSG are not marathi manoos.....Why should they fight or lay their life for Mumbaikars...
Where is that mad man?????
Must have pissed in his pants already, while sitting in his home with doors and windows shut....
Jaago Mumbaikars!!!!!

Gone are those days......But yet so much to come....

Whenthe school reopened in June, 
And we settled in our new desks and benches! 

we queued up in book depot, 
And got our new books 
and notes!

we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet
managed to line up daily for the morning prayers. 

We learnt writing with 
slates and pencils, and 
Progressed To fountain pens and ball pens and then Micro tips! 

we began drawing with crayons and evolved to 
Color pencils and finally sketch pens!

we started calculating 
first with tables and then with
Clarke's tables and advanced to 
Calculators and computers! 

we chased one another in the 
corridors in Intervals, and returned to the classrooms 
Drenched in sweat!

we had lunch in classrooms, corridors, 
under the trees and even in cycle sheds! 

 all the colors in the world, 
Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays!

a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table, 
Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons!

 cricket was played with writing pads as bats, 
And Neckties …

BLACK ROBBERS (A True Story)…(Churaya Huya hai)

For anyone who didn't see the episode of David Letterman's show where 
this story was told, read this: (And remember it's a true story...)
On a recent weekend in Atlantic City , a woman won a bucketful of 
quarters at a slot machine.

She took a break from the slots for dinner with her husband in the hotel 
dining room. But first she wanted to stash the quarters in her room.
'I'll be right back and we'll go to eat' she told her husband and carried 
the coin-laden bucket to the elevator.

As she was about to walk into the elevator she noticed two men already 
aboard. Both were black. One of them was very tall and had an intimidating 

The woman froze. Her first thought was: 'These two are going to rob 

Her next thought was: 'Don't be a bigot, they look like perfectly nice 
gentlemen.' But racial stereotypes are powerful, and fear immobilized her.
Avoiding eye contact, she turned around stiffly and faced the elevator 
doors as they closed.

A seco…

Appraisal Letter (Churaya Huya hai)

There was a contest in TCS ( Tata Consultancy Services) to write a fictional story for 500 words max which would start with the line " On a dark and foggy night, a small figure lay huddled on the railway tracks leading to the Chennai station "This is what a guy wrote for the contest....... and surprisingly, it was adjudged the best short story : ))

352nd Harvard Commencement- Class Day speech-June 4, 2003- Will Ferrell

This is not the Worcester, Mass Boat Show, is it? I am sorry. I have made a terrible mistake. Ever since I left "Saturday Night Live," I mostly do public speaking now. And I must have made an error in the little Palm Pilot. Boy. Don't worry. I got it on me. I got the speech on me. Let's see. Ah, yes. Here we go.You know, when Bill Gates first called me to speak to you today, I was honored. But when he wanted me to be one of the Roxbury guys, I -- Sorry, that's Microsoft. I'm sorry about that. Star Trek Convention. No. NRA. NAACP. Dow Chemical. No. But that is a good one. That is a good speech. The University of Michigan Law. Johns Hopkins Medical School. I'm sorry. Are you sure this is not the boat show? No, I have it. I do have it on me. I do. It's here. Thank you.Ladies and Gentlemen, Distinguished Faculty, Administrators, Friends and Family and, of course, the graduating Class of 2003, I wish to say hello and thank you for bestowing this honor upon…

Commencement Speech to the Havard Class of 2000- Conan O'Brien

I'd like to thank the Class Marshals for inviting me here today. The last time I was invited to Harvard it cost me $110,000, so you'll forgive me if I'm a bit suspicious. I'd like to announce up front that I have one goal this afternoon: to be half as funny as tomorrow's Commencement Speaker, Moral Philosopher and Economist, Amartya Sen. Must get more laughs than seminal wage/price theoretician.
Students of the Harvard Class of 2000, fifteen years ago I sat where you sit now and I thought exactly what you are now thinking: What's going to happen to me? Will I find my place in the world? Am I really graduating a virgin? I still have 24 hours and my roommate's Mom is hot. I swear she was checking me out. Being here today is very special for me. I miss this place. I especially miss Harvard Square - it's so unique. No where else in the world will you find a man with a turban wearing a Red Sox jacket and working in a lesbian bookstore. Hey, I'm just glad …

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.-Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer, delivered at Stanford University on June 12, 2005

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.The first story is about connecting the dots.I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking…