Know the true face of stock market.

Once upon a time in a village, a man appeared and announced to the villagers that he would buy monkeys for Rs10.

The villagers seeing that there were many monkeys around, went out to the forest and started catching them.

The man bought thousands at Rs10 and as supply started to diminish, the villagers stopped their effort. He further announced that he would now buy at Rs20. This renewed the efforts of the villagers and they started catching monkeys again.

Soon the supply diminished even further and people started going back to their farms. The offer rate increased to Rs25 and the supply of monkeys became so little that it was an effort to even see a monkey, let alone catch it!

The man now announced that he would buy monkeys at Rs50! However, since he had to go to the city on some business, his assistant would now buy on behalf of him.

In the absence of the man, the assistant told the villagers. Look at all these monkeys in the big cage that the man has collected. I will sell them to you at Rs35 and when the man returns from the city, you can sell it to him for Rs50."

The villagers squeezed up with all their savings and bought all the monkeys. Then they never saw the man nor his assistant, only monkeys everywhere!!!

Welcome to the "Stock Market" !!!

Joining the 99 Club.

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Once upon a time, there lived a King who, despite his luxurious lifestyle, was neither happy nor content.

One day the King came upon a Servant who was singing happily while he worked. This fascinated the King; why was he, the Supreme Ruler of the Land, unhappy and gloomy, while a lowly servant had so much joy. The King asked the Servant, "Why are you so happy?"

Read about the 99 club...to find out the reason of the servant's happiness.

Think like a wizard and Smile.

This puzzle is called Lateral Thinking.
Scroll down slowly and be honest to yourself.

Think like a wizard . . .

man
Q1. ---------
board

Ans. = man overboard


Okay, let's see if you've got the hang of it.

stand
Q2. ------------
i


Ans. = I understand

OK .. . .Got the drift ?
Let's try a few now and see how you fare ?

Q3. /r/e/a/d/i/n/ g/

Ans. = reading between the lines

Q4. r
road
a
d


Ans. = cross road -->


Not having a good day now, are you ? Redeem yourself.


Q5. cycle
cycle
cycle

Ans. = tricycle

Not easy to figure out ha!

0
Q6. ---------
M.D.
Ph.D.


Ans.. = two degrees below zero

C'mon give it a little thought! !

knee
Q7. ------------
light


Ans. = neon light ( knee - on - light )

U can prove u r smart by getting this one.

ground
Q8. ------------ ---
feet feet feet feet feet feet

Ans. = six feet underground

Oh no, not again ! !

Now u messing up big time.

Q9. ecnalg

Ans. = backward glance

Not even close! !

Q10. death ..... life

Ans. = life after death

Okay last chance ............ ......

Q11. THINK

Ans. = think big ! !

And the last one is real fundoo - - -

Q12. ababaaabbbbaaaabbbb ababaabbaaabbbb. ..
Ans. = long time no 'C' -->

How to prove 25 divided by 5 is 14?

Watch this dog exercising along with its master.

What do you call this dog? Obedient or intelligent.
The dog says, "Call me whatever but don't call me 'dog'".

Can you read this?

Can you read this
in first attempt????




Not possible to read anything? Then follow the guidelines given below.

Close your eyes almost 90% so that you can actually read it.
Its really superb!!!!

Why email was invented?

Why email was invented when the world was comfortable reaching people across the world through telephone, Fax and snail mail?

The height of miserliness!

A very successful man parked his brand new Porsche Car at the front of the office, ready to show it off to his colleagues.

As he got out, a truck came along too close to the kerb and completely tore off the driver's door. Fortunately, a cop in a police car was close enough to see the accident and pulled up behind the Porsche, his lights flashing.

But, before the cop had a chance to ask any questions, the man started screaming hysterically about how his Porsche,which he had just picked up the day before, was now completely ruined and would never be the same, no matter how hard the body shop tries to make it new again.

After the man finally wound down from his rant, the cop shook his head in disgust and disbelief.

'I can't believe how materialistic you are,' he said.

'You are so focused on your possessions that you neglect the most important things in life.'

'How can you say such a thing?' asked the man.

The cop replied, 'Don't you even realize that your left arm is missing? It got ripped off when the truck hit you!!!'

'Oh, my GOD!' screamed the man and finally said----

'My ROLEX watch' is gone too.

Indian way of doing business.

Read this but don't take it seriously. It is not intended to hurt anyone.

Three contractors are bidding to fix a broken fence at the White House in
D.C. One from Bangladesh, another from India and the third, from China.

They go with a White House office to examine the fence.

The Bangladesh contractor takes out a tape measure and does some measuring,
then works some figures with a pencil. "Well", he says, "I figure the job will run about $900. ($400 for materials, $400 for my team and $100 profit for me)".

The Chinese contractor also does some measuring and figuring, then says, "I can do this job for $700. ($300 for materials, $300 for my team and $100 profit for me)".

The Indian contractor doesn't measure or figure, but leans over to the White House official and whispers, "$2,700."

The official, incredulous, says, "You didn't even measure like the other guys! How did you come up with such a high figure?"


The Indian contractor whispers back, "$1000 for me, $1000 for you, and we
hire the guy from China to fix the fence."

"Done!" replies the government official.

Watch a consummate artist at work.

Watch a consummate artist at work. This is the most strenuous of art-creating an art of sand enclosed in a bottle.

This art requires tremendous concentration and sharp eye sight.

Go ahead. Feel the change in you.

A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door. It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way.. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time
to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him. Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday."

Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days. "Jack, did you hear me?" "Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.

"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him. "I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said. "You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr.Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said

"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought
were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said. As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture.....

Jack stopped suddenly..
"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.
"The box is gone," he said
"What box?" Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing
I value most,'" Jack said.

It was gone.. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box.. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom." It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package.. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read. Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been
mailed a hundred years ago.

The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open
the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside. "Upon my death, please forward this box and
its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover.. Inside he found these words engraved:
"Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most was...my time"

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.
"I need some time to spend with my son," he said. "Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!"

"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,"

Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.

This is what I call business!

One day many years ago at a school in South London a teacher said to the class of 5-year-olds,

"I'll give $20 to the child who can tell me who was the most respected man, whom people consider God, who ever lived."

An Irish boy put his hand up and said, "It was St. Patrick." The teacher said, "Sorry Alan, that's not correct."

Then a Scottish boy put his hand up and said, "It was St. Andrew." The teacher replied, "I'm sorry, Hamish, that's not right either.

Finally, a Rajasthani(Marwadi) boy raised his hand and said, "It was Jesus Christ." The teacher said, "That's absolutely right, Jayant, come up here and I'll give you the $20."

As the teacher was giving Jayant his money, she said, "You know Jayant, since you are Rajasthani (Marwadi), I was very surprised you said Jesus Christ."

Jayant replied, "Yes, in my heart I knew it was Lord Krishna, but business is business!"

Never, Never Be Late.

Priest's Retirement Dinner

A Priest was being honoured at his retirement dinner after 25 years in the parish. A leading local politician and member of the congregation was chosen to make the presentation and to give a little speech at the dinner.

However, he was delayed, so the Priest decided to say his own few words while they waited:
'I got my first impression of the parish from the first confession I heard here. I thought I had been assigned to a terrible place. The very first person who entered my confessional told me he had stolen a television set and, when questioned by the police, was able to lie his way out of it. He had stolen money from his parents, embezzled from his employer, had an affair with his boss's wife, taken illegal drugs, and sold his sister's jewellery to buy a gun. I was appalled.
But as the days went on I learned that my people were not all like that and I had, indeed, come to a fine parish full of good and loving people.'....

Just as the Priest finished his talk, the politician arrived full of apologies at being late. He immediately began to make the presentation and gave his talk:

'I'll never forget the first day our parish Priest arrived,' said the politician. 'In fact, I had the honour of being the first person to go to him for confession.'

Moral : Never, Never, Never Be Late