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The proof of the pudding is in the eating.

The usefulness of a post / blog is in its reading.

I have seen blogs come and go without

reaching even a double digit viewer ship.

Last but not the least

He who laughs at others...

better do from a safe distance.
 
For the scientific acquisition of knowledge is almost as tedious as a routine acquisition of wealth.
Eric Linklater.

Slow and steady wins the race.
Robert Lloyd.

The finest eloquence is that which gets things done: the worst is which delays them.
David Lloyd George.
 
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# 120. Political Games.

His party believed in action,
This caused favorable reaction; :thumb:

He said that the path of inaction,
Can never give any satisfaction; :nono:

But on the other side was a faction,
Which employed total distraction; :dizzy:

To counteract this attraction,
Ending in its own stupefaction! :tsk:
 
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# 121. The warty Party.

The group was really hearty,

Enjoying thoroughly the party; :party:

Till the newly rich smarty,

Appeared dressed tarty; :hat:

Elaborating his attempts arty, :blabla:

Made the party a warty party! :spit:
 
When our imagination drys up like Sahara,

No harm in imitating our (successful) enemy!

So all eyes down to Quotable Quotes-

hoping and keeping the fingers crossed

that they will really really be quotable!!
 
ஒருவன் இன்னொருவனை

ஓங்கி நன்கு அடித்தானாம். :wacko:

"ஒரு காரணமும் இல்லாமல்

ஓங்கி அடிக்கின்றாயே!" என,

"இரண்டு மாதங்களுக்கும் முன்னர்

நீர்யானை என்று திட்டினான்!" என,:rant:

"இரண்டு மாதங்கள் கழித்து
இன்று ஏன் அடித்தாய்?" என்றால்,:clock:

"நேற்றுத் தானே நான் zooவில்

நீர் யானையைப் பார்த்தேன்!" :mad2:
 
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To the H. P. Hs ( who are proud enough to admit the fact....)

You have got the equation all wrong!

You are willing to be a hen-pecked-husband for 16+

hours, so that you may dominate 8 (-) hours.

What does 8 (-) hours minus your sleeping time

leaves to your credit???

You have got your equations all WRONG! :tsk:
 
Actions speak louder than words. :ear:

And their Words themselves are quite loud enough!

One can never ever doubt as to who dominates

whom...? :high5:

What with direct hits, backbiting, bickering,
snubbing, haunting and taunting...:faint:

As some one had said I do feel humbled by the

collective output of the ladies in a very colorful show!

:clap2:
 
கேள்வியும், பதிலும்!

ஒருவர் எப்போதும் ஒரு கழுகையே

ஒப்பிட்டுக் கொண்டே இருப்பாராம்! :evil:
கூப்பிட்டுக் கொண்டே இருப்பாராம்! :horn:

காரணம் விளங்கியது சிந்தனையில்!
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அவர் பெயரே * * மாமிசபட்சணியின்

அழகான சுருக்கம்! அதனால் தானே? :rolleyes:
 
கணவனையே வேண்டாம் என்று :hand:

கடாசிவிட்டுப் போன ஒருவளின் :bolt:

கோத்திரம் என்ன வென்று காண

கோலாகல ஆராய்ச்சிநடக்கிறது! :twitch:

காலத்தை வீணடிப்பது எப்படி :clock:

கற்றுக்கொள்ளுவோம் இவர்களிடம்!

ஆசாமியையே அவள் விட்டு விட்ட பிறகு

ஒட்டிக் கொண்டிருக்குமா அவன் கோத்திரம்?
 
You would attain to the divine perfection :angel:
And yet not turn your back upon the world.
(In Micheal Angelo)

The men that women marry,
And why they marry them , will always be
A marvel and mystery to the world. :shocked:

Not in the clamor of the crowded street,
Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng,
But in ourselves, are
triumph :high5: and defeat. :pout:

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

 
# 122. The tale of woe.

They met in a Mall - sale,
They were made to scale! :bump2:

He was a head-strong male,

She was a delicate female;

He had come from a dale,

He was drowned in ale; :spit:

It had long gone stale,

And brought them bale;

He ventured her to hale,

She turned very pale; :hug:

She told him her tale,

With a touching morale;

The man as strong as a whale,

Shattered down like a shale! :wacko:
 
# 123. The mammy mummy!

His father was a mere dummy, :bored:

His mother became a mammy;

To feed her son's tummy, :hungry:

He later became a tommy;

Slowly he became chummy, :grouphug:

With people very slummy;

His tastes became crummy,

He enjoyed food clammy;

Praising them as very yummy,

Disgusting his own mummy! :doh:
 
As unto the bow the cord is,

So unto the man is woman;

Though she bends him, she obeys him,

Though she draws him, yet she follows;

Useless each without the other! :peace:

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

 
# 124. The Gardener.

It was flowers he wanted to grow,
All planted in a beautiful row!

He had to make sure the furrow
Was neat, straight and narrow. :laser:

He planned the seeds to throw,
On his lucky day the morrow.

He badly needed a harrow,
From a friend he can borrow. :tea:

The seeds were food for sparrow,
With this thought he felt sorrow;

Surely he can't shoot a sparrow,
With a long thin pointed arrow! :nono:

He conceived a trick to overthrow,
"I will foil the scheme of the sparrow!

And bury the seeds as if in a marrow,
And watch the fun unfold tomorrow!" :heh:
 
# 125. The Manipulator.

He was a scarecrow, when he did accede,

To the party supremo, he was ready to cede; :hail:

A few dark secrets made his friend intercede,

The supremo denied, but later had to concede; :sad:

The scare crow knew, how the supremo to precede,

The supremo had little option and had to recede, :bolt:

Finally, by him, the supremo was forced to secede,

The manipulator was very happy to supersede! :first:
 
the five degrees of comparison which come in

handy in the forum....:bump2:

Assuming the name of the lady to be z :drama:

my dearest z > dearest z > dear z > z > madam.
People like me will never go past the first stage :violin:

madam and yet

I LOVE to be called MADAM with respect! :ear:
 
When once the itch of literature comes over a man,
Nothing can cure it but the scratching of a pen.
Samuel Lover.

The puritan hated bear baiting,
not because it gave pain to the bear,
but because it gave pleasure to the spectators
Lord Macaulay.

We know of no spectacle so ridiculous as the British Public in one of its periodical fits or morality.
Lord Macaulay.

 
# 126. The Baron.

She stood bending over the cauldron,

Which was made of a fine cast iron;

She was adding fragrant saffron,

She wiped her hands in her apron;

She was cooking for the Bron,

Who had become her son's patron;

He was a real and through moron,

Stupider than a long legged heron!
 
# 127. The Bluff.

It was not just his bold bluff, :lie:
That led to his total rebuff;

It was also his unpardonable fluff,
That made his teacher glare & puff; :mmph:

And thrash him with his cuff! :whip:
In days gone by, such a duff

Led to stripping to the buff,
Or throwing out by his scruff, :heh:

The student left the room in a huff,
Taking away with him all his stuff;

His walk was just a mere scuff,
As unwelcome as a box of snuff.
 
For titles do not reflect honor on men,
but rather men on their titles. :high5:

So it happened that all the armed prophets were victorious :fencing:
and all the unarmed perished.:rip:

Fortune is a woman, :music:
and therefore friendly to the young,
who command her with audacity.

Machiavelli.
 
# 128. The Researcher.

He always had a bag to grab,
And rush to his office in a cab; :car:

Things were waiting in his lab,
Each one laid out on every slab;

At times he just had to dab,
At other times he had to swab;

The work often became drab,
Or unpredictable like a crab; :spider:

His wife never failed to jab,
On the raw crust of his scab; :caked:

She felt he lived like a nawab,
Enjoying in his lab hot kabob, :couch2:

Was punishable, this verbal stab?
Can she be held with a cop's nab?
 
# 129. The Cherub.

His parent had gone to a club,
To which was attached a pub; :grouphug:

She was asked to mind their cub,
Who looked like a little cherub!

Then he began to thump and drub,
And her face with iron wool scrub! :scared:

It felt like running through a shrub,
Such a thing she felt was her sub!

Making him sit in a water tub,
Only added to his cruel snub! :bathbaby:

She finally had to let him grub,
The soil under a nearby shrub.

Her was thrilled to find a nub,
And wished she would, him dub! :high5:
 
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