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Current Affairs

How to make a simple bomb and blast it

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If you know a pretty girl, you have already got yourself a bomb. Those of us who aren’t blessed with a pretty gal (believe me, some of us aren’t and that is why we go after 72 virgins after death) will have to make our own bomb.

Making a bomb is easy. You can make it using household items – the ingredients will depend on how you want your bomb to be. A remote controlled bomb? A small bomb? A Big bomb? What will it be? OK, why am I jumping the gun here…read on.

Five steps to making a powerful bomb

STEP 1: Deciding to make a bomb
STEP 2: Deciding the target to blow up
STEP 3: Getting raw materials to make bomb
STEP 4: Transporting bomb to the blast location (not required if you own a launch system)
STEP 5: Triggering the bomb blast

Let us take them on one by one.

Deciding to make a bomb

Before we start, let me tell you that bomb making is no child’s play. So, take a deep breath and think: was your father not given a Government job? Did your mother not get her vaccination on time? Did you lose your job at the college? Did the class bully insult you in front of the whole class? Is somebody parking their car in your parking slot? Did you get asylum in a European country ten years back and still haven’t been able to come to terms with the change? Are you the bad guy in a James Bond movie? Or do you think your religion better than your neighbours?

If your answer to any of these questions was ‘Yes’ you have the right to make a bomb, and blast the offenders off the face of the Earth. After all, they didn’t care about you.

Now that cause and consequence have been decided, lets move on to deciding the target for your blast.

Deciding the target to blow up

Deciding the target is a key element in bomb making, for it decides how big a bomb you should be building. US President Donald Trump’s needs are ‘yuge’ and that’s why he builds bombs that can wipe out whole countries. The question to ask yourself while building a bomb is: Do I want to wipe out a whole country, a province, a city, a university campus, somebody’s house or an individual?

Remember, if you are a suicide bomber you still need a target. You can be the epicenter of the bomb blast but you definitely need a target. If you are a suicide bomber I would also strongly urge you to not indulge in dress rehearsals.

Once you have decided the target for your bomb, you will have a fair idea of how big or effective a bomb you will need to make. Let us move on to getting the raw materials to make the bomb.

Getting raw materials to build bomb

Remember there are four parts to a bomb – Ignition coil, the blast material, the ‘injurers’ and the casing in which all of this will be fitted. I will explain what ‘injurers’ are a little later. For now let us try and procure the casing first – from personal experience I can tell you that pumpkins & watermelons don’t act as good casings because they tend to be damp and neutralize the blast material. An empty Horlicks bottle also doesn’t appear to be a good casing choice because the blast material is then visible to everybody. Similarly, a CPU or an empty shoebox doesn’t qualify as good casing choice. I would strongly recommend a wodden box like the one used successfully by Ted Kaczynski for 18 long years. Wondering who Ted Kaczynski was – well, remember UnaBomber?. If you want to play your own secret joke, get your casing made by a coffin maker.

Now for the blast material – first advice, if your Indian friend says they can give you gun powder, don’t go for it. That is not real gun powder – it is just some chilli powder Indians use to eat their idlis and dosas with and it will be useless in this bomb making exercise of yours which is bound to show the world how cool you are. However, if your Indian friend lives near the Red Corridor, I would recommend you speak to them about bombs. Even if they don’t know themselves they will be able to guide you to the neighborhood friendly naxalite they know.

Blast material can also be obtained from the scrap dealers in your city. The idea is to identify the scrap dealer buying scrap from leading science laboratories, who might have inadvertently bought Uranium-235, Plutonium-239 or other blast materials like nitroglycerine or grain dust from the labs.

If you are on first name basis with leading lights of your country – mafia lords, corrupt politicians, defence dealers etc – they might also source it for you. If you can convince them that you are targeting a city and not just a university campus, they might even provide you the whole bomb.

Now that you have got your blast material, you need to work on the ignition of this blast material.

Mind you igniting a bomb makes all the difference. You could have a bomb, you could have placed it at the right spot but if you can’t ignite it it is as useful as a lipstick on a man’s lips (unless your partner, who also happens to be a man, is coming home early).

Ignition of a bomb can be done in two ways – you can light a fuse and wait for it to reach the bomb (as some many 70s heros have done in Hollywood and Bollywood movies) or you could remote detonate it. I always use my mobile to remote detonate my bombs – it allows me time to move to a safe place, and also helps me record the date and time of the bomb blasts I have made. Whenever someone asks me, ‘So, how many bombs have you blasted till date?” I only have to go to the call register on my mobile and count. I strongly recommend getting a mobile phone to ignite your bombs from a safe distance. What is a smart phone if it can’t help blast a bomb?

Now that you have a bomb casing in place, you have the blast material and you also have ignition methodology you need in place the last ingredient for your bomb: The Injurers.
“Injurers” are items that bomb makers put inside their bombs to injure the victims beyond repair. If you are the psycho type and prefer to hurt your victims mentally – you can write insults in pieces of paper so that after a victim is injured and is lying on the bomb blast site waiting for the ambulance he/she can pick up & read your insults. If you aren’t a psycho bomber but are clear minded about your approach, you might want to put in items like ball bearings, drawing pins, and other sharp objects to extend the effectiveness of your bomb. The more the ‘injurers’ the more quality footage the TV crews will get when they arrive at the scene, so for the TV crews sake always include ‘injurers’ in your bomb.

Transporting bomb to the blast location

If you are Donald Trump or Kim Jong-un and are reading this, you can skip this section because you already own extensive launch systems to launch your bombs. All others may continue reading. Transporting a bomb to the blast location can be tricky. But don’t panic yet in the bomb making industry it is the really big guys who have to worry about transportation. If your blast site is a desert and your bomb is nuclear you need to have a plan in place to hoodwink the US satellites, else you can chill.

You can use a cheap looking bag to transport your bomb (don’t get a costly Nike or Adidas bag for they are known to be stolen quickly from the spot and taken away from the intended target). To avoid cases where by the time you reach the blast site, the bomb explodes ensure you have a spare bomb in the bag as well.

Make sure to travel by public transport – the more crowded it is, the better. Bombs transported by private transport can be dangerous especially if you had a lot of beans the previous day and are releasing a lot of nitrogen, carbon dioxide and hydrogen in the name of farting.

Triggering the bomb blast

Once you transport the bomb to the blast site, the trick is to trigger the blast without you being a part of the blast. Obviously, if you are a suicide bomber you can skip reading this and go and trigger the bomb using a box of matches. If you aren’t a suicide bomber, I would guess you already have your mobile phone using which you can call a receiver packed inside the bomb casing & trigger the blast.

I would recommend an iPhone for blasting your bomb. Very good call quality and excellent touch screen for that stylish finish.

*Just in case you didn’t realize, I was being sarcastic. Please don’t make a bomb, at home, in college or at office. Whatever you believe in, a bomb is never the solution.

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Current Affairs

Color clashes in school – dress rehearsal for communal clashes later

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Warning: This is not a funny article. It is more of the thinking types.

A few hours back, I received a call from a relative of mine, whose son studies in a top-school, here in Chennai. She said, her son had got injured in what she described as ‘color clashes`.

She didn`t have the time to explain ‘color clashes` on phone. And anyways, I had to visit her son at the hospital so I let it go. In the hospital, I saw this boy of 10 years bandaged from head to toe. There were other children also in the room – boys and girls – all grievously injured.

Here is the story I squeezed out of the bandaged boy using my journalistic skills. I have tried to use the boy`s words as much as possible.

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To bring a healthy competition among the students of the school, a few years back our Principal had divided the school into four houses – Red, Green, Yellow and Blue. Everything went on well. For years we fought our battles in the playgrounds or the auditorium.

Everything was fair and square until we were exposed to all these communal clashes. Somebody said Mohammed`s cartoons were in bad taste, somebody said Durga shouldn`t have been depicted on liquor bottles. Somebody was offering a bounty on the Danish Cartoonist`s head while somebody lynching men transporting cows. We kids found your mature games interesting and decided to have our own version of the game.

Thus, the school pupil leader called a meeting of all class representatives and announced the plan. None of the four house members were to respect the others. Whenever you saw somebody belonging to the other house, you had to call names and tease till he/she cried and ran away.

Overtime, students came up with insulting phrases for each house. Reds were insulted when somebody walked up to them and said: “Red, Red…susu in the bed.” The Green house members hated it when the others walked up to them and said: “Green Green, marry the Queen.” The Yellow house members didn`t like being addressed as: “Yellow, yellow, dirty fellow.” The Blue house in turn had extreme disdain for those who teased them with this one liner: “Blue Blue, you have no clue.”

Many a times, there were voices from within the fighting houses to bring an end to all these clashes but nobody heeded. We kept on fighting till we stopped studying and attended school only to clash with those who didn`t belong to our group.

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The boy had finished his narrative. Now he was looking at the ceiling. I broke the monotony: “So, when is all this going to stop?”

“The day the other houses don`t call us names or tease us” he replied.

“But somebody has to take the first step? No?” I snapped.

The boy thought for a while and said, “I agree. But we don`t want to be the first. It won’t look good on our group.”

“What do you mean?” I prodded him because I didn’t understand what he was saying.

“If we are the first to give up, everybody will think we got scared,” the boy smiled as he said. His jaw must have hurt because he grimaced in pain even as his lips parted to show his teeth.

I got up from his hospital bed, on which I was sitting and asked him: “Why do you get into all these color clashes?”

“The same reason the elders get into communal clashes,” he replied. So saying, he turned his head away from me and closed his eyes. I didn`t have the heart to probe him further.

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Family

Happy Valentine’s Day poem for my wife of ten years

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This poem has been written for Rekha, my wife of 10 years. All those girlfriends who read this poem and fall in love with me again thinking it was written for them…I am really sorry. I wish this Happy Valentine’s Day poem was for you. My Valentine this year is my wife.

So here goes the Happy Valentine’s Day poem for my wife of ten years –

Happy Valentine’s Day my dear wife

Rekha, even as you sleep,
I sit before the comp,
Feeling my heart beep.

It has been ages I wrote a poem,
But I guess, the time has come,
To write one for my chum.

If I had the time and money,
I would have showered you with gifts,
And not delivered these ‘wordly` lifts.

Remember, you have my wallet,
And I only have Rs fifty.
Your father, by the way, is also thrifty.

Had it not been for your father`s thrift,
I would have bought you a little gift,
I hope you get the drift.

If only I had a million,
You wouldn’t be riding pillion,
You would have got a Ferrari.

If only they had a market,
Where they sold a child,
I bet you would have smiled.

In office,
By the time you read this verse,
I would have man-handled your purse.

Thus, a Valentine`s Day gift is assured.
Rekha, I love you…
The poem is over. Phew!

Happy Valentine’s Day, dear wife!

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Current Affairs

Open Letter to Modi Ji, from a short man

Dear Modi ji, 

It all started with a smile. The smile of a woman. A pretty woman. 

Fair to say, it started dangerously. 

After all, the only thing more dangerous than a smiling woman is another smiling woman. 

It was a ‘red eye’ flight to Madurai. We were leaving Delhi’s polluted air behind and going to pollute the air of Madurai. 

Diwali, you see.

My wife and kids were sitting in one row, while I was in the next. 

A tall, handsome man sat to my right, and I had decided not to initiate a conversation with him. 

I usually prefer conversing with strangers I look down upon – this tactic makes me a confident conversationalist. 

Since this guy was tall, I was looking up to him. 

Getting back to the smile – it was that of a pretty air hostess walking towards me. 

As she walked towards me, she seemed innocent. The harmful influence of a boyfriend hadn’t yet corrupted her. 

I tried to fill the small airline seat, and look formidable, but she saw through my plan. 

She turned towards the tall, handsome man sitting next to me and asked, “Sir, would you mind sitting next to the emergency door?” 

I saw her innocence fly out through the closed airplane windows. “What a vamp!” I remember muttering under my breath. 

“Of course, darling!” He replied. He then held her hand and walked towards the emergency door. 

Dear Modi ji, I may be imagining the word ‘darling’ and the fact that they held hands as she walked him to the seat next to the emergency door, but you must know that I am the victim here. 

Being only 165 cms (5 feet 4 inch) tall, I have been a victim all my life. 

Indian women prefer ‘tall, dark, and handsome’ men, and all my life, I have been scoring 33.33% – for I only cross one of the above three requirements. 

At 44 years, I am now done being a victim. 

I want to be the man that I never thought I could be till I saw you at the end of the proverbial tunnel – as my only ray of hope. 

This open letter is directed towards you for two reasons – 

  1. I know that UNESCO has selected you as the best Prime Minister in the World, and I always go for the best that’s available
  2. Some of my friends are your ardent fans, and they tell me that you are the answer to all of the World’s problems

Dear Modi Ji, now that I have your attention, let me explain my life’s problems in a little more detail. 

When the air hostess didn’t invite me to sit at the seat next to the Emergency door, she was only playing out the script written for me from the beginning.

It had all started when I joined a school where I had to be the first in the assembly line.

My school days started with 20 minutes of the nerve-wracking assembly session, where the Principal stared down my throat and saw what I had had for breakfast.

Unlike you, exposure hasn’t been my forte. I don’t flourish under watchful eyes. 

My pride took a running plunge from the bridge on Vaigai river the day I figured that I would never be able to sit on my BSA SLR cycle and keep my feet on the ground. 

When in college, while traveling by Pallavan Transport Corporation’s public buses, I had to hold the chrome-finished poles instead of grips hanging from the top. 

The worst part was when a child sharing the pole with me would look up and give me a smirk. I almost always heard them say, “I am definitely going to be taller than that!”

This awareness about my body’s limitations would later force me to buy a Yamaha RX100 when all I ever wanted in my life was a Royal Enfield. 

Nothing changed when I bought a car. I had to slide the driver’s seat as close to the steering wheel as possible, and even then, I had trouble reaching for the pedals. 

Even with a car, it was difficult to land girlfriends. 

Even though at 165 cms (5 feet 4 inches), I am as tall as an average Indian, I haven’t been able to live the life of a tall Indian. 

Height chart of the men from all over world
Average height of men from all over the World. Image: Me.me

I want to understand from you how, despite having a 50-inch chest, you have been living the life of a man with a 56-inch chest?

Yours sincerely,
– A 165 cms short gentleman who wants to lead the life of a 180 cms tall dude

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Family

eMail conversation between husband and wife

Here is an actual email conversation that happened between my wife and me.

Please understand that to make it an interesting read I have included a few fight scenes, a few romance scenes and a few song and dance sequences.

Do note, this is not a sex conversation between a husband and wife. To be honest, we are married, and hence this is anything but a sex chat. 😉

Date: 7 January, 2017
Time: 7.00 pm IST
From: Rekha [Rekha@filmyworld.com]
To: Jammy [jv.rajan@gmail.com]

Subject: Late?

Are you going to be late today too?

Regards,
Rekha

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Date: 7 January, 2017
Time: 7.09 pm IST
From: Jammy [jv.rajan@gmail.com]
To: Rekha [Rekha@filmyworld.com]

Subject: Re: Late?

Yes sweetheart. What about you? You are late too? 😉

Cheers,
Jammy

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Date: 7 January, 2017
Time: 7.15 pm IST
From: Rekha [Rekha@filmyworld.com]
To: Jammy [jv.rajan@gmail.com]

Subject: Re: Re: Late?

Yes sweetheart.

BTW, hope you have dropped the cheque, sorted out the water heater, and taken the Demand Draft in my father’s name?

*Didn’t like the sarcasm in your mail.

Regards,
Rekha

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Date: 7 January, 2017
Time: 7.29 pm IST
From: Jammy [jv.rajan@gmail.com]
To: Rekha [Rekha@filmyworld.com]

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Late?

I was not at all sarcastic. Was just enquiring…for our daughter Rhea will be home alone till we reach.

*Yes, taken a DD for your father.

Cheers,
Jammy

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Date: 7 January, 2017
Time: 7.15 pm IST
From: Rekha [Rekha@filmyworld.com]
To: Jammy [jv.rajan@gmail.com]

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Late?

I didn’t like the way you reduced the DD for my father to a mere footnote.

BTW, I wanted to know what time you will be reaching coz I want you to have a word with our 3-year-old daughter tonight.

Regards,
Rekha

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Date: 7 January, 2017
Time: 7.34 pm IST
From: Jammy [jv.rajan@gmail.com]
To: Rekha [Rekha@filmyworld.com]

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Late?

A word with our three-year-old daughter? What? She has come home with a tattoo? Or did someone in leather jackets and a Harley drop her home last evening? What happened?

*Nope! I didn’t reduce the DD for your father to a mere footnote. Trust me, I didn’t swear when I was withdrawing the Rs 25,000 for the DD.

Cheers,
Jammy

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Date: 7 January, 2017
Time: 7.45 pm IST
From: Rekha [Rekha@filmyworld.com]
To: Jammy [jv.rajan@gmail.com]

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Late?

Your daughter has changed her boy friend again – for the third time in the last five months. I want her to behave like a good family girl – not be some flower-power girl from the 70s. And definitely not like her father.

I will be late today, but can you catch her attention before she hits the bed today and have a word with her?

Regards,
Rekha

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Date: 7 January, 2017
Time: 7.34 pm IST
From: Jammy [jv.rajan@gmail.com]
To: Rekha [Rekha@filmyworld.com]

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Late?

Will do. But what do I tell her? I have no idea how a woman decides on her boyfriends. If I couldn’t read you in 15 years, how do you expect to read my daughter in 3 years?

*Will try anyway. Will update later.

Cheers,
Jammy

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Date: 8 January, 2017
Time: 5.25 pm IST
From: Rekha [Rekha@filmyworld.com]
To: Jammy [jv.rajan@gmail.com]

Subject: Thought I might as well change the subject

Any updates? Sorry was tied up…couldn’t check on your talk with the daughter earlier.

*What time did you come in last night? And when did you leave?

Regards,
Rekha

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Date: 8 January, 2017
Time: 6.03 pm IST
From: Jammy [jv.rajan@gmail.com]
To: Rekha [Rekha@filmyworld.com]

Subject: Re: Thought I might as well change the subject

The talk went well. She argued back – said something that sounded like “blubber blubber clutter putter.” Whatever she said made sense.

*Came in at 1 am and left home again at 6.30 a.m. By the way, I noticed somebody well-built sleeping with you in our Queen-sized bed. Who was it?

Cheers,
Jammy

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Date: 8 January, 2017
Time: 5.37 pm IST
From: Rekha [Rekha@filmyworld.com]
To: Jammy [jv.rajan@gmail.com]

Subject: Re: Re: Thought I might as well change the subject

That’s somebody I love, but you have no idea about it. I am not surprised. You know so little about me anyway.

Regards,
Rekha

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Date: 8 January, 2017
Time: 6.14 pm IST
From: Jammy [jv.rajan@gmail.com]
To: Rekha [Rekha@filmyworld.com]

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Thought I might as well change the subject

What? When did you plan to break the news to me? What about our daughter – I definitely would want custody of her.

Where does he work anyway? Does he make more money than I do?

*Remember, Demand Drafts for your father won’t be part of the alimony

Cheers,
Jammy

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Date: 8 January, 2017
Time: 5.37 pm IST
From: Rekha [Rekha@filmyworld.com]
To: Jammy [jv.rajan@gmail.com]

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Thought I might as well change the subject

Stupid! That was your mother, and my mother-in-law. And how easily divorce-talk comes to you. Are you seeing anybody? Is it that Mansi girl in your office?

*And yes, thanks to the Demand Drafts we send your mother, she is well built.

Regards,
Rekha
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Date: 8 January, 2017
Time: 6.14 pm IST
From: Jammy [jv.rajan@gmail.com]
To: Rekha [Rekha@filmyworld.com]

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Thought I might as well change the subject

Ohh! That was my mother?! When did she land up?

And I agree, we now-a-days only speak thro’ emails. How about a call?

*Mansi quit. Aditi now manages our Social Media.

Cheers,
Jammy

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Date: 8 January, 2017
Time: 6.45 pm IST
From: Rekha [Rekha@filmyworld.com]
To: Jammy [jv.rajan@gmail.com]

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Thought I might as well change the subject

Yeah…call is good. How about 9 p.m.? Will be in my car, on my way back then.

*And is this Aditi also pretty?

Regards,
Rekha

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Date: 8 January, 2017
Time: 7.04 pm IST
From: Jammy [jv.rajan@gmail.com]
To: Rekha [Rekha@filmyworld.com]

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Thought I might as well change the subject

9 pm works for me too. Will be in my car heading for a business dinner with some investors.

Sending you a meeting invite & the conference call details now.

*Aditi is pretty. But she is married and has a kid as well.

Cheers,
Jammy

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Date: 8 January, 2017
Time: 7.45 pm IST
From: Rekha [Rekha@filmyworld.com]
To: Jammy [jv.rajan@gmail.com]

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Thought I might as well change the subject

Marriage and Kids have never stopped you from flirting before. Why do I have this feeling that you might upload this conversation onto the Internet?

*Been ages since I visited your website. Stopped being a regular visitor once the quality of the articles started going down.

Regards,
Rekha

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Date: 8 January, 2017
Time: 8.16 pm IST
From: Jammy [jv.rajan@gmail.com]
To: Rekha [Rekha@filmyworld.com]

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Thought I might as well change the subject

Please accept the meeting invite I just sent. You are right about this going onto the Internet. Don’t visit my website it till I tell you that a good article has been uploaded.

Now-a-days, we don’t talk often, so let us be punctual for the call.

*Darn! This Aditi wears such revealing clothes!

Cheers,
Jammy

Note: If you came here thinking this was going to be a sex chat between a couple, I am sure you are pretty disappointed. But hey, you lasted this long. Maybe you do have a funny bone after all. Check out our other funny articles.

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Office

Funny answers to question “What do you bring to the table?”

If you have ever been interviewed, you will know the dreaded question asked by the representative of the Human resources department: “What do you bring to the table?”

This is a tough question to answer. Especially if it is asked between “Tell me about yourself” and “Why should we hire you?.” I have been guilty of asking these questions, myself. Now I can’t think of these questions without a smile lighting up my face.

There is a world of advice around the question “What do you bring to the table.” For instance, they say “If you can’t bring anything to the table, at least set it up.” A few others – the perennially unsatisfied ones – quip, “It is not what you bring to the table, but how you serve it that is important.”

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Some experts have said, “If you don’t bring anything to the table, give up the chair,” and then some motivational gurus have advised: “If they don’t give you a chair at the table, bring your own folding chair.” All of this makes it difficult to answer the question “What do you bring to the table?”

Today as we stand at the crossroads, with the need to outwit AI, which will soon be taking away our jobs…we need to smarten up. Every profession must dig deep and come up with a creative answer to impress the human resources lady sitting across the table.

Funny article on why my wife forces me to lie, and why I am not a big fan of marriage

Here is our humble attempt at imagining what funny answers different professionals will have.

Criminals

I agree that a criminal may never be sitting in front of an HR for an interview, but I am sure they get asked this question a lot – probably by the head mafia.

Funny criminal

Doctors

Doctors mostly deal with beds. Sentences such as “Get some bed rest,” “lie down on the bed and lower your trousers” are their favorites. When you deal with a doctor, it is not a question of which side of the bed you will get up from. The question is more like, “Will you get up at all?”

Funny doctor

Waiters

Waiters have a special quality – the distance they are from you is inversely proportional to the amount of food on your plate. Just when you need them, they are counting the rings on Saturn. They are also a clever lot. They always walk up to us when our mouths are full and ask, ‘Sir, how is the food?” To cut-short the discussion, even as we munch on the mutton (or broccoli!), all we can do is give a thumb-up sign and send him off happy.

Funny waiter

Software Engineers

Software engineers are guilty of the biggest crime in this World. They invented computers to save our time, which then led to mobiles and today all the time we waste is on these two gadgets. So much for foresight!

Funny Software Engineer

Firemen

When I was growing up my father used to take me along whenever he went to watch pole dancing. I would be intrigued. I would ask, “Father, why are these women dancing around a pole?” Without blinking an eye, he would reply: “They are training to be firemen.” As a result my whole childhood was spent thinking only women could become firemen.

Funny fireman

Carpenters

We all have played carpenter some time or the other in our lives – we all have got hammered and nailed someone. But the carpenters in question here are the ones that work with wood. Damn, that came out wrong again – I mean the ones that make wooden beds, tables, chairs and stools. Since we talking about carpenters, you should know that they can never show their stool samples to doctors.

Funny carpenter

Negotiations are part and parcel of life. Here is a real conversation with my boss

Database Administrators

I think database administrators are one of the most selfish of all professions. They are always talking of MySQL. I haven’t heard one database administrator who has gone on record saying, “hey, whatever differences we may have…it is alright. Let us just use YourSQL.”

Funny Database Administrator

Writers

Writers are scary. They can’t talk back, but they can add you a character in their novels and mock you for life. That is, if they can get over what is known as the writer’s block.

Funny writer

Politicians

We all know that finding an honest politician is as easy as finding a virgin hooker. Probably that’s why they say that politicians are like diapers and must be changed often. The problem is, we all change our politicians often but only by falling for another fairy tale which starts with ‘Once I get elected….”

Funny Politician

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Lawyers

Working with lawyers is a case of morally bankrupt making you financially bankrupt. I won’t go around joking about lawyers, because then they will sue me and I will be forced to hire one of them to save me.

Funny Lawyer

Psychologists

To be honest, deep down we all are psychologists – just that you need a degree in psychology before we can make money out of it. For instance, if you have kids you must have tried the ‘reverse psychology method’ by asking them NOT to do something when in fact you want them to do it.

Funny Psychologist

Categories
Men and Women

Why every woman wants to be a bear in next life

In this life I’m a woman. In my next life, I’d like to come back as a bear. When you are a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing but sleep for six months. I could deal with that.

Before you hibernate, you are supposed to eat yourself stupid. I could deal with that, too.

When you are a girl bear, you birth your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you are sleeping and wake to partially grown, cute cuddly cubs. I could definitely deal with that.

If you are a mama bear, everyone knows you mean business. You swat anyone who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of line, you swat them too. I could deal with that.

If you are a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling and not glowing. He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat.

Yup… I am gonna be a bear.

Why bears are like women
Because both bears and women are almost always “bearly” dressed 😉

Note: I didn’t write this. Got this as a forward.

Categories
Current Affairs

Weird ideas for software engineers who develop smartphone apps

There was a time when an application meant a form one filled and submitted in a bank, post office or any other office just few hours before the deadline.

Gone are the good old days when an application meant a means of siphoning off money from one’s parents legally. “Mom, I have to submit an application for All India Pre-Medical Pre-Dental exam tomorrow. The application costs Rs 500.”

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She would give the money and follow it up with an extra Rs 50, for you to have lunch in case you got late standing in the line to submit the application form. Not anymore.

“Have you tried that app yet?” I was asked.

“App? Whats that?”

“So, you don’t know apps? What phone do you use?”

“I use an Android phone.”

“Jammy, you use an Android phone and haven’t tried a single app? That’s criminal. What would the father of smartphones – Steve Jobs – say if he knew?

I didn’t want to break his heart by pointing out to the Apple fanboys who didn’t even have Internet on their iPhones.

“What is an app? And who is Steve Jobs?” I continued the charade.

“Well, an app is an application. I can’t explain. Try it yourself.” He said and left in a huff.

That’s when I went about trying Smartphone apps (or applications, however you call them). There are some really weird apps out there.

Here are a some apps I didn’t find in the play store. If I were a app engineer I would definitely code these Android apps.

Piss Me App

This app will be targeted at youth who want to play pranks on their friends. Once downloaded, the smartphone user will have to carefully pee into the small socket in the phone where we insert the charger and save up enough piss inside. Once the target (read friend) is near, the smartphone user has to open the app, and just press a button called ‘Eject’. The moment this is done, the piss stored in the phone will sprinkle out of the socket meant to insert the headphones. Care should be taken to NOT point the socket for headphones at yourself while pressing the “Eject” button. This app also acts as a emergency toilet. When one can’t find a nice, clean toilet (women have this problem a lot) one can open the app, pee into the phone and store it till you reach a nice, clean toilet. Once inside, you can eject it into the toilet bowl. Bingo!

Am I married app?

This is an app that men who are confused whether they are married or not will use. Once installed, this app will run in the background – be it an iPhone, Android phone or any other platform. This app works acts as an active listener and whenever it catches high-pitched voice at high decibels nearby, the siren goes off. While the siren blares its heart out the phone’s screen flashes ‘Careful, you are married!” If the app spots high-pitched voice in soft decibels nearby, it the message reads “I don’t like the sound of this woman. Don’t marry her.” And if it spots heavy breathing by a woman nearby, it displays this message: “Oops! You had sex with her? Bad Dog!”

Showoff Travel App

Once you download and install this app, you will have to connect your Facebook, Twitter and any other Social networking accounts. Based on the travels of your friends in your social network, this app will automatically respond with your own travel itinerary. Don’t worry you don’t actually have to travel, this app will do everything for you. You may be in your office working the shit off your face but this app will automatically update “Just booked my flight tickets for Pattaya.” After a few days it will follow up with “Pattaya, I am coming”. On Friday in the evening, it would send an update: “Just landed in Pattaya.” And over the weekend it will upload photos in your Facebook & Twitter profiles – photos that will look natural and would have been picked up from Google’s image search for Pattaya. Since you won’t be in the pictures this app will also leave a description saying ‘Damn! People in Pattaya don’t like taking pictures for others”.

Vacuum Cleaner App

How many times have you looked at your laptop or desktop and wondered “If only I had a small vacuum cleaner, I would suck all the dirt out of the keyboard”? Well, your wait is almost over for this app does exactly that. Once installed on your handset, all you have to do is open the app and tap a button called ‘Start’ after which the phone starts sucking in the dirt. Remember to point the charging socket towards the dirt for you don’t want your nose hair to get sucked din. The app goes one level further and has introduced the “Wife Mode” which when switched on says all things that a wife says while vacuuming. Stuff like: “Can you stop watching TV and help me reach this cobweb?” or “Here, move this sofa around…will you?” or “if only I had married that guy my mother had found, I am sure he would have helped me during vacuuming.

The Aladdin App

For long, financial experts have been saying that the World Economy has been heading for recession, but nobody believed them. Until, one of the recent surveys suggested that the World Economy is so bad that women have started marrying for love, again. This Aladdin app taps just this need of the women to marry for money. This app helps you pretend to be rich. Very rich. Once installed, this app acts like your genie. It wouldn’t do anything but talk. It would talk in such a way that the girl you are with thinks that like Aladdin, you also have within your control a genie who can give you money, palaces, food, clothes, lipsticks, shoes etc. All you have to do is activate it before walking towards the girl and the app does the rest. If you tell the girl: “Hey, come lets visit a restaurant” the app will butt in and say “My Master, why do you have to go to the restaurant? If you want I will get it here.” That’s when like that true boy who wants to live off his own earnings you will look into your phone and whisper: “No genie, I want to buy my girl lunch from my own earning.”

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This whisper needs to be low enough to sound genuine and loud enough for the girlfriend to hear. After saying this to your genie (or app), remember to cover your mobile with your hands, and then whisper to your girlfriend: “Don’t tell anybody, but I have a genie trapped inside my mobile.”

Do you have any app ideas? If yes, do drop in a comment.