इमानदारि करने वाला हमेशा विजय पाता है! - HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY

Mr. S these days looks upon at “elected” officials as nothing more than “Saints”. He associates saints and politicians as if they are alike. The Older generation too looks upon them as the Spiritual Heads of the country. According to Mr. S the Politicians symbolize whatever is right in this country. But their names hardly appear in the news, social as well as print media why? Because according to Mr. S Honest People need not appear in front of people to prove their Honesty. Mr. S THINKS that the world needs more of corruption, greed, and scandals rather than the transparency and honesty and intellectualism that is prevailing today.
Mr. EXPLAINS:-
The main function of a modern Politician is to not worry about the security of his job and speak his mind freely without any sycophancy. He must be very watchful so that his comments do not become a part of mainstream media coverage.
A politician’s journey is not over unless he does considerable good for the society which can be measured in terms of economic growth. The Politician also has to avoid meeting with Stars of The Film Industry, and spend the rest of his life talking about the welfare of the “Aam Aadmi”
Mr. S Remarks Indian politics is the place where criminals are reformed and where thugs and goons become Honest. The Indian Politicians sensitivity towards societal welfare is unmatched and unsurpassed.
The only reason why India has still not ascended in the ranks of Honest Nations is due to the dishonest people who make wild allegations of nepotism , corruption against the “GODLY” POLITICIANS , But the Politicians have a big heart and forgive and forget whatever is said against them and continue doing their good work

P.S (These remarks were made by Mr. S while he was being transported to the RANCHI MENTAL ASYLUM)

"My father's father -le père de mon père-моего отца отца"

Yaalini had never really got along with her दादा(grandfather), in fact she detested him, but she had been giving her Father truckloads of trouble hence she had been packed off to live with her grandfather in Lepchajagat, near Ghum in West Bengal to see if he could rectify her factious, daughter. As soon as she reached Lepchajagat Grandpa set to work giving Yaalini lots of work to keep her engaged. Yaalini however soon became disillusioned and at every given opportunity, usually late at night when Grandpa was roaming in “la-la” land, sneaked out to meet a group of choloz(Southern California slang term) she had befriended at the local market. She was soon back to her old mannerisms and was now increasing the crease lines on Grandpa as well. Now this group of teenagers that Yaalini had befriended, were a graphic lot, they loved their tattoos something that Yaalini had not dabbled in, yet... Her GRANDPA allowed her to hang around with them during her idle time praying that allowing this would stop Yaalini 's late night sojourns, but this was not to be the case. She drove the poor old man nuts, but grandpa was not a man to give up so easily he gave Yaalini more work, he began to treat her the way she treated others.. He warned Yaalini that that no matter where he was he would always be watching her, He also told Yaalini not to even dream about getting a tattoo, as in his days they were only worn by the anti-social elements and the Naxals, he said that he considered tattoos as a form of self -mutilation. Yaalini the rebel as she was upon hearing this lecture decided at once that she must have one. Two years went by, Grandpa had gotten very ill, and after a visit to his doctor found out that his stay on Earth was coming to a logical end the big "A", had claimed another victim. Six months went by, and Grandpa lay on his death bed, his family surrounding him,. He wanted to speak to Yaalini, he wanted to tell her something. As Yaalini bent down , he whispered to her, " I know you detested my very existence, I have no regrets about that , but always remember this, no matter where you go, no matter what you do, I’ll ALWAYS watch upon you " , Grandpa breathed his last a few minutes after he had spoken these words. Yaalini went back to live with her father One sunny afternoon Yaalini
Decided now that grandpa was gone she could finally ink a tattoo on her body, a petite one on the nape, a dragonfly. She sat nervously on the tattoo artist’s chair, she had a fair idea of what to expect as she had already seen her mates get one .As the tattoo artist’s needle pierced her Epidermis to trace the outline of the tattoo, Yaalini suddenly felt very sleepy, and dozed off .She awoke to the gentle nudging of the tattooist. "All done and dusted " the tattooist said, " That will be 400 rupees please" Yaalini asked the man if she could see her tattoo, he handed her a mirror so she could view the nape, as soon as she saw the tattoo Yaalini gasped in horror for there at the nape was a face not any face but the face of her deceased grandpa" Holy shit!" exclaimed Yaalini "its the one you chose" replied the tattooist, before you fell asleep i have witnesses to establish this fact. Yaalini quietly paid the money, and walked out the store shaking her head in utter disbelief, but as she did, she heard a voice, an iner voice saying “tumi jekhanei aacho amar chokh tomar opore sobsomay aache” (wherever you are my eyes are always upon you).

DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A "Kapitalist" AND "SOCIALISTES"(CAPITALIST AND SOCIALIST)

My Friend was about to finish his first year of life after school i.e college life.

He considered Himself to be very liberal and was very much in favor of the imposition of higher taxes to support more government programs, in other words redistribution of wealth.

He was deeply ashamed that his mother was a rather dévoué conservative, a feeling he openly expressed. Based on the lectures that he had participated in, and the occasional chat with a typical liberal professor, he felt that his mother had for years harbored an evil and selfish desire to keep what he thought should be his.

One day he was challenging his mother on her opposition to higher taxes on the rich and the need for more government programs. The self-professed objectivity proclaimed by his professors had to be the truth and he indicated so to his mother.

She responded by asking how he was doing in College. Taken aback, he answered plutôt hautain(rather haughtily) that he had a 4.0 GPA, and he let her know that it was very difficult to maintain, insisting that he had taken a very difficult course and hence was constantly studying, which left him no time to go out and party like other people he knew. He didn't even have time for a girlfriend, and didn't really have many college friends because he spent all his time studying.

His mother listened intently and then asked, "How is your friend Mei-li doing?" he replied, "Mei-li is barely scrapping through. All she takes are easy classes, she never studies and she has merely scored a 2.0 GPA. Even then She is very popular on our campus; college for her is a blast. She's always invited to all the parties and lots of times she doesn't even show up for classes because she's too Crudo"(crudo is Mexican slang for hangover)

The wise Mother asked her son, "Why don't you go to the Dean's office and ask him to deduct 1.0 off your GPA and give it to your friend who only has a 2.0. That way you will both have a 3.0 GPA and certainly that would be a fair and equal distribution of GPA."

The son, visibly shocked by his mother's suggestion, angrily fired back, "That's a crazy idea, how would that be fair! I've worked really hard for my grades! I've invested a lot of time, and a lot of hard work! Mei-li has done next to nothing toward her degree. She played while I worked my a** off!"

The Mother slowly smiled, winked and said gently, "Welcome to the capitalist side of the fence."

If anyone has a better explanation of the difference between capitalist and socialist or progressive or neocon I'm all ears. If you ever wondered what side of the fence you sit on, this is a great test!

If a capitalist doesn't like guns, he doesn't buy one.
If a socialist doesn't like guns, he wants all guns outlawed.

If a capitalist is a vegetarian, he doesn't eat meat.
If a socialist is a vegetarian, he wants all meat products banned for everyone.

If a capitalist is down-and-out, he thinks about how to better his situation.
A socialist wonders who is going to take care of him.

If a capitalist doesn't like a talk show host, he switches channels.
Socialist demand that those they don't like be shut down.

If a capitalist decides he needs health care, he goes about shopping for it, or may choose a job that provides it.
A socialist demands that the rest of us pay for his.

If a capitalist reads this, he'll forward it so his friends can have a good laugh.
A socialist will complain

because he's "offended".