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Few days back i saw a new metal detector in my office building, just before the lift. It reminded me of my curiosity about the metal detectors. You see them at each and every place but never understand what they sound like when there is something right and what, when, something wrong ? Have always listened to their “beep-beep” but never knowing what did that mean ? Any ideas ? Comments Comment by aman…. on 2009-02-12 14:26:35 +0530 Hmm, well as the title says, they are “detectors” ,so they will beep both,when you would carry a pistol in your pocket or a keyring. Its the job of the person(security) to decide that whether he should let you go with pistol or stop with key ring even! ...

Got a link to an amazing photograph of Obama’s inaugural speech. As the website puts it: Here is a photo taken using a a panaroma image capturing device called gigapan created by the carnegie mellon university and a canon g10 camera.The photographer had to click 220 snaps from that camera to get this complete view of the Obama’s inaugural address. It took a macbook pro around 7hrs to process the complete image. The final size of the image is over 2GB. ...

kuch time pehlan main ik online punjabi forums website join kiti http://www.punjabiportal.com .us time ton baad main lagtaar uthe likhda riha haan. kal website di pehli saal-girah te ik magazine kadia gia hai KUKNAS ( http://www.punjabiportal.com/kuknas ) filhaal flash version ch availabe hai online. baad ch pdf b release kiti jaugi. bahut hi alag cheez hai. sare members wallo contributions. edda sohna design shayad pehli wari kise punjabi magazine da banaya gia hai. website & magazine jaroor check karna. mainu poora yakeen hai k tusi pasand karoge… ...

One of the most popular ghazal of Mehdi Hasan. Its written by Tasleem Fazli. rafta rafta woh meri hasti ka samaan ho gaye pehle jaan phir jaan-e-jaan fer jaan-e-jaana ho gaye din-ba-din badti gai us husan ki raanaiyan pehle gul fir gul-badan fir gul-badaama ho gaye rafta rafta woh meri hasti ka samaan ho gaye (raanai=beauty) aap to nazdik se nazdik-tar aate gaye pehle dil fir dil-ruba fir dil ke mehmaan ho gaye rafta rafta woh meri hasti ka samaan ho gaye ...

I had to write this post yesterday night but couldn’t. For “Why” just read on… Yesterday there was an official team cocktail cum dinner thing. So many interesting things. One being the dinner turning a “why the heck we are not able to do it ?” discussion ;) While this discussion was going on, people were also enjoying their drinks as it was supposed to be a drinks n dine thing ;) . After some time people started proceeding towards dinner and the big guys left. And here starts the second session, the after dinner thing. BTW out of those present till last, who all had their dinner, well, don’t know :D . Again there started some discussion. Till then 4-5 of them had got full talli and were enjoying to their fullest. One got stuck in “you bloody” (& yes thats why the title) and then everything he uttered started and ended with you know what ? “you bloody” ;) So finally we pushed everyone to leave for home and came out of the venue. One champ puked and threw everything out there itself. Ahhhh…relaxed ! One guy had a car and he had to drop us to home (oh yes he was also talli :) ). So somehow we managed to reach home (me, 3 others including that Puke master from the previous scene. Please note that me & another guy were non-drinkers so in control of everything :D ). We live on 3rd floor so reaching there was also a struggle. Anyhow they managed it. Now out of us four there was one left who was talli and hadn’t puked and perfectly as expected he just fell on the bed and OKAY ;) . The best, when we checked after some time, he had also thrown out everything on the bed itself and was sleeping in complete peace :P . It was dirty man, two others also vomited after that and i felt like vomiting. So finally it was 2 AM when we tried to sleep. Now its morning and they are stuck in hangover and i in sleepover :D ...

3-4 saal pehla Ajit akhbar ch ik column shapda c laabh singh sandhu horan da…khund charcha…uhde ch gallan hundian c aj kal de halaat dian…hun kade oh paran nu ni milia…ik shoti ji koshish kuch use taran da likhan di…umeed hai k tusi pasand karoge… oh bai bante kive shahron aya lagda ? aaho bai mada ja aartiye naal kam c…te naale oh televeesan aali shatri ji da puch k aauna c…nyane badi jaan khande kehnde sab de shatri laggi a…asin b launi… ...

A wonderul ghazal by Ghulam Ali. I don’t know the name of the writer. If you know please leave a comment. wohi palkon ka jhapkana wohi jaadu tere sare andaaz chura lai hai khushbu tere tujh se main jism churata tha magar ilam na tha mera saaye se lipat jayenge baazu tere wohi palkon ka jhapkana wohi jaadu tere sare andaaz chura lai hai khushbu tere teri aankhon mein pighalti rahi soorat meri meri tasveer pe girte rahe aansu tere wohi palkon ka jhapkana wohi jaadu tere sare andaaz chura lai hai khushbu tere ...

A wonderful ghazal by Jagjit Singh (Lyrics by Hasti) pyar ka pehla khat likhne main waqt to lagta hai naye parindo ko udne main waqt to lagta hai jism ki baat nahi thi unke dil tak jana tha lambi doori tai karne mein waqt to lagta hai gaanth agar lag jaye to fir rishte ho ya dori laakh karein koshish khulne mein waqt to lagta hai hamne ilaaz-e-zakham-e-dil to dhoond liya lekin gehre zakhmon ko bharne mein waqt to lagta hai ...

Today me and my friend travelled in Metro. When we boarded there were no seats so we had to go standing. We looked for a position in a corner. I was feeling sleepy so i came to the opposite door corner to slip into some semi-nap position ;) . After some time a man boarded with his baby daughter. They were also standing. And the girl was very excited to travel in the Metro and then looking around. “papa hum shat se b ooper hain…metro chal padi…bahar kitna acha hai”. I asked her to come to corner and she was so happy. Her Dad said “bhaiya ka haath pakad lo”. She held my hand and was enjoying to her fullest. Then she asked “papa hum kab uttarnge jab train aage jeygi ?” He said yes. After some time she again asked “papa hum kab uttarenge jab train wapis peeche jayegi”. He again said yes. And she replied “abhi to aap keh rahe the jab aage jeygi fir uttarange” :D We were all in laughter. At one station there was a poster of of the movie Chandi Chowk to China. She was so excited chaani chowk to china…chaani chown to china… At the next station they de-boarded and he said “thanks bolo”. Littlie said thanks and tata…till then i had forgotton all my sleep and was just smiling. ...

Well, a quick post to puke some frustration about these bloody reality shows on Indian TV channels. Let it be Sa Re Ga Ma, India idol or any a b c. I just don’t understand what the hell they are looking for ? See the judges, anchors and contestants. Everybody is hell bent on uttering maximum possible non-sense. And the contestants, i guess they look for beautiful faces rather than beautiful voices. And those x y z non-sense things they are made to do in the show are just bloody irritating like anything. All the 24 hours they abuse music. And oh yes that people voting thing; what does that mean ? If people can vote and make someone enter back into the show, what the heck judges are for ? ...