Interesting Email Forwards

Something Interesting :)

2009-12-29T03:06:00.000-08:00

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Family Problem.........Aaaaaaaaaaaa.................

2009-12-23T05:43:00.000-08:00

Two men, one American and an Indian were sitting in a bar drinking shot after shot.

The Indian man said to the American, 'You know my parents are forcing me to get married to this so called homely girl from a village whom I haven't even met once.' We call this arranged marriage. I don't want to marry a woman whom I don't love..... I told them that openly and now have a hell lot of family problems.'

The American said, talking about love marriages... I'll tell you my story. I married a widow whom I deeply loved and dated for 3 years. 'After a couple of years, my father fell in love with my step-daughter and married her, so my father became my son-in-law and I became my father's father-in-law.

Legally now my daughter is my mother and my wife my grandmother. More problems occurred when I had a son. My son is my father's brother and so he is my uncle.

Situations turned worse when my father had a son. Now my father's son, my brother is my grandson. Ultimately, I have become my OWN GRANDFATHER and I am my OWN GRANDSON..

And you say you have family problems...

The Indian fainted...

Figure out who’s the someone

2009-12-11T03:13:00.000-08:00

Read each and every moment and figure out who’s the ‘someone’.

Someone ...........! !

someone is very proud of you

someone is thinking of you

someone cares about you

someone misses you

someone wants to talk to you

someone wants to be with you

someone hopes you aren't in trouble

someone is thankful for the support you haveprovided

someone wants to hold your hand

someone hopes everything turns out all right

someone wants you to be happy

someone wants you to find them

someone is celebrating your successes

someone wants to give you a gift

someone think you ARE a gift

someone hopes you are not too cold, or too hot

someone wants to hug you

someone loves you

someone wants to lavish you with small gifts

someone admires your strength

someone is thinking of you and smiling

someone wants to be your shoulder to cry on

someone wants to go out with you and have a lot of fun

someone thinks the world of you

someone wants to protect you

someone would do anything for you

someone wants to be forgiven

someone is grateful for your forgiveness

someone wants to laugh with you about old times

someone remembers you and wishes you were there

someone is praising God for you

someone needs to know that your love is unconditional

someone values your advice

someone wants to tell you how much they care

someone wants to stay up watching old movies with you

someone wants to share their dreams with you

someone wants to hold you in their arms

someone wants YOU to hold them in your arms

someone treasures your spirit

someone wishes they could STOP time because ofyou

someone praises God for your friendship and love

someone can't wait to see you

someone wishes that things didn't have to change

someone loves you for who you are

someone loves the way you make them feel

someone wants to be with you

someone is hoping they can grow old with you

someone hears a song that reminds them of you

someone wants you to know they are there for you

someone is glad that you're their friend

someone wants to be your friend

someone stayed up all night thinking about you

someone is alive because of you

someone is remorseful after losing yourfriendship

someone is wishing that you would notice them

someone wants to get to know you better

someone believes that you are their soul mate

someone wants to be near you

someone misses your guidance and advice

someone values your guidance and advice

someone has faith in you

someone trusts you

someone needs you to send them this letter

someone needs your support

someone needs you to have faith in them

someone needs you to let them be your friend

someone will cry when they read this

:)

Interesting love story of workaholics!

2009-11-14T04:55:00.000-08:00

This is a story of Parul and Rahul. Parul, a 25-year old workaholic who is working in a software firm. Parul’s came to office at 9 or 10 in the morning and left at 11 or 12 at night. Even on weekends she would come down to office. She had no social life, no friends. The only people she use to be with were her project mates. But there was no assurance that she would be having her lunch or tea with them. Basically she was all a loner. There was no love life in her life and she had no time for love. All her time was devoted to work

Rahul, use to be a workaholic like Parul 2 years back. But now things had changed. He was no more workaholic but still he use to stay in office. Office had become home for him.

One night while Parul was all alone and working at the office a mail popped up in her mailbox. The name of the sender was Rahul Mehra. She had not met him, never heard about him. Just out of curiosity she checked his mail. The content of the mail was

Hi Parul,

I see you every night sitting in the office till very late. Don’t you have friends? Don’t you feel like talking to your roommate?
You should not sit very late in the office. this is a genuine advice from me.

Thanks,
Rahul Mehra

After reading the mail, Parul was very angry on the sender. She simply deleted the mail and said to herself “who is he to give me any advice?”. She again got back to her work.

After that night, every night Rahul would keep sending her mails and Parul would simply delete them without even reading the content of the mail. But one fine night the subject line attracted her and she had to open the mail. The subject line of the mail was “Hi Gorgeous”

Hi Gorgeous,

Yes today you are looking very gorgeous in this red saree. I know you don’t read my mails as you don’t like the advices I give you.
So today I wont give you any advice, I will just say that I am in love with you. You know you are very beautiful and if you take care of yourself many men will fall in love with you.

I am sure someday you will also fall in love with me. And then we will go out for a date.

Oh before I end the mail I must tell you that the best thing about you is that smile. Or is it those intense which needs some sleep at the moment.

Take care dear.

Love you.

Rahul Mehra.

After reading the mail she was shocked. A person she had never met, never seen, never spoke to was saying that he was in love with her. She started thinking was this always in his mind. How did he get her id? Where had he seen her? Many questions like this came in her mind. Finally she thought of giving a warning and replied to his mail.

Hi Rahul,

I don’t want to spoil your career but if you don’t stop sending me mails I will raise an ASHI against you.

Thanks and Regards,
Parul Jain

After this mail, the mails from Rahul stopped coming in Parul’s inbox. She thought that finally Rahul has got scared and wont be mailing her again. After several nights, Parul was resting on her chair and her eyes closed. When she opened her eyes she saw Rahul’s mail in her mailbox.

Hi Gorgeous,

With your closed eyes you were dreaming about me, right? Oh sorry for not sending any mails in the last few days.
I was a little busy. I am sure you would have missed me a lot.

One more thing before I forget I want to say that I am not scared of ASHI. An ASHI cant be a reason to stop loving you.

Love you.

Rahul Mehra

Parul was twisting her hair and putting them behind her ears. At that moment itself another mail came from Rahul,

Now stop playing with your hair and leave the office. it is very late.

Love.

Rahul Mehra

Parul was shocked as to how did this person know what she was doing on her desk. She got up to check whether anyone was there in her floor but could find only empty cubicles. She thought maybe he made a wild guess and decided to leave the office. before leaving she saw another mail from Rahul.

Hi Parul,

Searching for me??? You have started falling in love with me. J

Love you.

Rahul Mehra

Parul was shocked and scared to hell. She simply switched off her machine and ran outside the office. in the next few days she would not open any mails sent by Rahul. One night a mail with subject line “Don’t be scared of me” came to her mailbox. First she thought to ignore the mail then she thought lets see what has Rahul written this time.

Hi Parul,

Don’t be scared of me. I can say that you are scared of me because of the way you ran out from the office the last time you read my mail.

I know few minutes back you had gone to have coffee. You are thinking how I know this because I can feel you around me.

Only once you also start feeling me you will know that I am near to you. Very near. Just sitting next to you.

I will wait for the night when you start having the same feelings for me.

Will always love you.

Rahul Mehra

Now Parul started thinking was Rahul really in love with her? What he was saying was it true? But how could he know so much about her? How could he say what she was doing and what not? Parul thought lets give a try and see whether Rahul is always in love with her or not. From that night she also started replying to his mail.

Hi Parul,

Do you feel bad if I call you gorgeous?

Love you.

Rahul Mehra

Parul’s reply:

Yes Rahul. I don’t like this word.

You can address me as Parul, isn’t it short and simple. and I love my name a lot.

Thanks and Regards,
Parul Jain

Rahul’s reply:

Point noted Parul. But when I am happy, excited I would call you with some special name at that time.

Tomorrow you have your certification so all the best for that.

Love you.

Rahul Mehra

Parul was again shocked as to how does he know about her certification. She had never told him. She replied

Rahul,

Who is the person who is giving you details about me? I had not told you about my certification how do you know it?

Thanks and regards,
Parul Jain

Rahul replied back to her

I know it because I in front of you. Cant you see me? Cant you feel me close to you?

I also know that after 3 days you have your appraisal. Now this you have not told anyone. Just your PM knows about it.

Do you think your PM will give me all these details?

Love you.

Rahul Mehra

Parul not sure of the answer. She knew her PM would not have told Rahul all this but how did Rahul know so much about her was a mystery for her. Finally she thought she will talk to her PM, Rohan.

Next day, she went to her PM’s desk. “Hi Rohan. I wanted to ask you something”.

Rohan:- “Sure Parul. Are having any issues?”

Parul:- “No. actually I wanted to know about a person named Rahul Mehra.”

Rohan was shocked on hearing that name. PM:- “How did you come across this name. has anyone told you about him?”

Parul:- “No one has said anything to me about him. Few days back he started sending me e-mails. First I ignored but then he would give such details which I did just few minutes back. He even knows my appraisal date.”

Rohan:- “Are you sure you got mails from Rahul Mehra only?”

Parul:- “Yes very much. But why do you looked shock?”

Rohan:- “Because Rahul Mehra died 2 years back. He use to sit at the same place where you are sitting. How can a dead person send mails to you.”

Parul was shocked. She didn’t know how to react to this.

Rohan:- “If you don’t believe me then you can try finding his name in the telephone directory. Maybe someone told you about him and because of work stress you started imagining that he is sending you mails.”

Parul:- “I am not imagining anything. He has really send me a mail. I can show you in my mailbox.”

Rohan:- “Okay Parul I believe you but still I think you should take a break and go home.”

Parul was still in shock with the news she got from Rohan. She just did a search on telephone directory for a name with Rahul Mehra and page returned no records. She again checked the mail id and employee number details. She did a search many times that day by putting various combinations but the search page displayed the same message “No matches found for the given search criteria”. She could not believe that someone could hack the system and send mails to her from an non-existing id. She attached the mails sent by Rahul and sent it to Rohan as a proof that she was not dreaming.

On seeing the attached mails even Rohan was in shock. He came to Parul’s desk. Rohan:- “I think by mistake his id has not been deleted and someone who knows about it is playing with it.”

Parul:- “But I checked the details on telephone directory there are no records available for this id.”

Rohan:- “Talk to the CCD people and see what they have to say.”

She called up the CCD people. They took control over her system and looked at the mail sent by Rahul Mehra. The mail was sent from the from the same computer which Parul was using. The time stamp at which the mails were sent Parul had logged in. Also there was no evidence that a remote desktop connection was made or mail was sent through web mail. Even the CCD people were clueless as to how a mail has been sent from a non-existing id and from Parul’s system itself. There were no viruses or torjans or any other kind of threats on Parul’s system. Her anti-virus was upto date. The whole day was gone in finding a loophole as to how did Parul get such a mail in her mailbox. Parul was tierd from the day’s happening and so she decided to leave early from the office that day.

The next day when Parul came back, she saw a mail from Rahul Mehra. She didn’t know whether she should delete that mail or read that mail. She was scared to open the mail. Somehow she gained some courage and opened the mail. The context of the mail was:-

Hi Parul,

Good to see that you left the office early tonight. I know Rohan told you about my death.

I was also a workaholic like you. I would sit late in the office, even when no one was around me.
I just being at office. I had no friends, no social life. Even on weekends I would use to come to office.

I missed all the fun in my life. Even my death happened at office while I was working.
My dead body was found by the house keeping guy and the security guard at the reception.

I took a lot of work stress which my conscious mind could not bear that day. I ignored all the health problems I was having.
And finally on that night (20. 10. 07, 11:24 PM) all these reasons became responsible for my death.

Now you know why I am not scared of ASHI.
But yes if I was alive then also I wont be scared of ASHI because I have really fallen in love with you but we cant be together until your death.
Now the choice is yours whether you will kill yourself on your own or whether I need to do the honors.

Waiting for your death. Love you always.

Rahul Mehra

Some love stories have ghost in it..

6 reasons not to mess with children

2009-05-14T02:56:00.001-07:00

6 reasons not to mess with children

A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales.
The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small.
The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale.
Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible.
The little girl said, 'When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah'.
The teacher asked, 'What if Jonah went to hell?'
The little girl replied, 'Then you ask him'.

A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's work.
As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was.
The girl replied, 'I'm drawing God.'
The teacher paused and said, 'But no one knows what God looks like.'
Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing, the girl replied, 'They will in a minute.'

One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head.
She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, 'Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?'
Her mother replied, 'Well, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white.'
The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said, 'Momma, how come ALL of grandma's hairs are white?'

The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture.
'Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say, 'There's Jennifer, she's a lawyer,' or 'That's Michael, He's a doctor.'
A small voice at the back of the room rang out, 'And there's the teacher, she's dead.'

A teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of the blood. Trying to make the matter clearer, she said, 'Now, class, if I stood on my head, the blood, as you know, would run into it, and I would turn red in the face.'
'Yes,' the class said.
'Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary position the blood doesn't run into my feet?'
A little fellow shouted,
'Cause your feet ain't empty.'

The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray:
'Take only ONE . God is watching.'
Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies.
A child had written a note, 'Take all you want. God is watching the apples..'

It doesn't matter how many people you send this to, just remember if it made you laugh, your friends will laugh

Worth reading

2009-05-11T08:52:00.001-07:00

Have a wonderful evening :)

One day I decided to quit.

I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality. I wanted to quit my life.

I went to the woods to have one last talk with God.

"God", I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"

His answer surprised me.

"Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"

"Yes", I replied.

When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them. I gave them light and water. The fern quickly grew from the earth.

Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo

seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo.

In the 2nd yr the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful.

And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed.

But I did not quit on the bamboo.

In the 3rd year, there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit. In the 4rth yr, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed. I would not quit. Then in the 5th yr a tiny sprout emerged from the earth."

Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant. But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.

It had spent the 5 yrs growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive. I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle."

He said to me. "Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots."

"I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you. Don't compare yourself to others." He said. "The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern. Yet, they both make the forest beautiful."

Your time will come," God said to me. "You will rise high!"

How high should I rise? I asked.

How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return.

"As high as it can?" I questioned.

"Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can. "

I left the forest and brought back this story.

I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you.

He will never give up on you. Never regret a day in your life.

Embracing Imperfection.... A must read.. A touching story by a girl

2009-04-28T00:55:00.001-07:00

A touching story by a girl

"When I was a little girl, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work.

On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and extremely burned toast in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his toast, smile at my mom, and ask me how my day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember Watching him smear butter and jelly on that toast and eat every bite!

When I got Up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad For burning the toast. And ! I'll never forget what he said: 'Baby, I love burned toast.'

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if He really liked his toast burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, 'Debbie, your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides-a little burnt toast never hurt anyone!' You know, life is full of imperfect things....and imperfect people. I'm not the best housekeeper or cook.

What I've learned over the years is that learning to accept each other's a fault - and choosing to celebrate each other's differences - is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting marriage relationship.

And that's my prayer for you today. That you will learn to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your married life and lay them at the feet of GOD. Because in the end, He's the only One who will be able to give you a marriage where burnt toast isn't a deal-breaker! We could extend this to any relationship in fact - as understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or friendship!! "

Romance - Story ! Should I or Shouldn’t I

2009-04-21T09:56:00.001-07:00

Friends,

My first ever try to write a story in English ! Your Comments are welcome J

Should I or Shouldn't I

I turned on my side to stay cuddled to Shyam. I asked him the same question again,"Shyam, Should I or Shouldn't I ".I get to hear only a slight hmmm from him. This position of mine made me visualize the sweet reassuring smile of him even in his sleep. The same smile which made me have a second look at him even the very first instant I met him. The same smile which assured me before he went on to convince our parents, the same smile which ruled over my fear when we tied the nuptial knot.

Feeling the confines of his warmth, I start wondering how the magic of Shyam was bestowed on me. It all started 2 years back when I went on to work for a team in a new workplace far from my stay to which I can never imagine to drive. Cursing my manager for moving me to a team for a while which is completely new to me, I sat by the window seat of my office bus. Suddenly I heard a soft but deep male voice gesturing me to move my belonging so that he could take the seat next to me. Mesmerized by the magnificence of the voice, I almost dropped the book in my hand. With a gentle smile he bent down and handed John Grisham's "THE INNOCENT MAN" to me. I could not stop wondering if this man is an innocent man as his smile echoes. I chuckled again at the thought of how I was drooling when I first saw him. Was it his smiling face held high in my favorite dark blue shirt? The slightest movement in me made Shyam tugging me closer to him.

It became a routine for us to sit close by every other day thereafter which started with a gentle head shake assuring the presence, proceeding to good morning wish, helping each other board bus on time later on to discussions about our job which grew to extents of mutually waiting to board bus based on work schedules. It never took us so long to realize that there was something beyond friendship happening between us. It was a wonderful feeling I had in my life realizing that there was someone close to my heart to whom I could blurt out whatever crap I think, who sensed slightest of my emotions and attended to it with utmost sensuality, on whom I was so possessive, mad and emotional about. My heart skipped beat if I missed every instant when I try reaching out to him and could not. There had been times when we went on arguing long , but long enough sensing the need to give importance to mutual feelings ,we ended up accepting what the other had suggested. Moments which still make me to relive them contentfully yet again.

"Enough of day dreaming sweetheart .It time for us to get ready to office" I hear Shyam whisper gently in my ears. Such simple acts of him make me crazy about him. I still wonder how like a magician he is able to revitalize all senses of mine drawing my attention only to him. As I carry out my daily chores I remember how I had blurted out to him during our earlier days "Shyam do you realize how you drive me crazy?" He gently pulled me towards him looking through my eyes and ended up saying "Aishu, you give words to your feeling but I relish believing it dear!"

Since the day I have been closer to Shyam, I have look forward to him for any major decision. Though I was so close to my parents I never gathered enough confidence to explain to them about Shyam. I feared that I could not take rejection from them in any form concerning me and Shyam. It was he who again gave me enough confidence and made me open up to them and make them understand what I actually felt. God bless everything worked out fine and we were blessed to take up the journey of life together. It was with this thought I had asked Shyam yesterday about his views on the suggestion by geetha. But I never could understand what he really felt. His face was impassive and the look in his eyes never conveyed anything to me as it usually does. First time since I met Shyam, I felt a sudden chill rise in my stomach. He was so alien to me.

With racing thoughts in my mind, I had been getting ready to work just like a robot. A word was never uttered in reply to my question except the hmmm. Silence between us was relished many a times but this silence was quite haunting. An air of uneasiness was passing which made it more difficult to handle. I felt like screaming at top of my voice "Shyam please end this. I could not take more. Say yes or no. Let us not proceed any further like this. It hurts badly. It hurts deeply."

Silently he had his breakfast and when he was about to leave picking up his laptop bag he turned around to look at me. My face being an absolute reflex of my mind relayed my thoughts to him. He opened up his hands and gave the same reassuring smile. What more could I ask for? I ran to the warm confines of his arms and held him close to me. He immersed his head the crook of my neck and made me feel his warm breath which conveyed his love for me. Sensing my tears, Gently pressing his lips against my forehead his voice was sounding like a velvet cloth rubbing its softness against me, "Aishu Sorry dear It took me so long to reply to you but I wanted it to sound convincing ."I stopped him mid way and asked him "So you found a reply convincing enough for me is it now tell me Should I or Shouldn't I ".

Drawing me closer to him he looked me into my eyes, an act which generally conveys thousands in an instant, he said "Aishu, you generally blog on varied topics, write stories be it of any genre but why should you write our own story? Let others be aware the one liner "You and I met, became friends, shared interests in common, fell in love and got married. Why give them every specifics of it as a story? Even though your words would convey the apt feelings I don't think ours should be a story to be blogged because,"

"Because" I ask provocatively unable to hide my curiosity. Smiling though his eyes he replied "Because stories have a start and an end ours can never have an end. You and I will love each other forever!" Wanting to show my jubilation I hugged him closer radiating my feelings and I could in turn comprehend the reciprocation from Shyam too!

P.S: This Story is dedicated to my dear blogger friends who are together stepping into a new phase of life! Wishing them to have the permanent masks of joy experiencing Ecstasy re-lived moments.

P.S.S: Friends guess who they are I will be revealing their identities Sooner :)

Thanks

Ramya Ramani

Which Girl to marry !!

2009-04-20T15:35:00.001-07:00

A man is dating three women and wants to decide which to marry.

He decides to give them a test. He gives each woman a present of $5,000 and watches to see what they do with the money.

The first does a total makeover. She goes to a fancy beauty salon, gets her hair done, purchases new make-up and buys several new outfits, and dresses up very nicely for the man.

She tells him that she has done this to be more attractive for him because she loves him so much.

The man is impressed.

The second goes shopping to buy the man gifts.

She gets him a new set of STRONG golf clubs, some new gizmos for his computer, and some expensive clothes.As she presents these gifts, she tells him that she has spent all the money on him because she loves him so much.

Again, the man is impressed.

The third invests the money in the stock market.

She earns several times the $5,000. She gives him back his $5000 and reinvests the remainder in a joint account.

She tells him that she wants to save for their future because she loves him so much.

Obviously, the man was impressed.

The man thought for a long time about what each woman had done with the money.

Guess which lady he chose to marry?

Think like a man . . .

(scroll down for the answer)

He married the most beautiful one!!!!!!

Men are Men.... Obviously!!! :)

The flying car

2009-01-17T07:00:00.000-08:00

The fantasy of spy novels and science fiction films is at last becoming reality with a vehicle that can turn from car to aircraft in 15 seconds!

It is the ultimate off-roader and it is coming to an airstrip near you. The flying car has been talked about for almost as long as cars have existed, and now a prototype built by a small American company is finally ready to make the idea a reality."

The Terrafugia Transition is a two-seater plane that at the touch of a button converts into a road-legal car. It takes its maiden flight next month and is scheduled to hit the showrooms by next year. You can’t help but wonder whether, if Bob Nardelli and Rick Wagoner, of Chrysler and General Motors respectively, had been forward-thinking enough to fly into Washington DC in swept-wing Dodge Vipers and Cadillac Escalades instead of corporate jets when they were seeking bailout cash, they would have been showered with government money, downturn or no downturn.

“It’s like a little Transformer,” says Carl Dietrich, the Terrafugia boss, proudly. “This is the first really integrated design where the wings fold up automatically and all the parts are in one vehicle. All we have is one simple folding wing, and that means the Transition takes just 15 seconds to switch between flying and driving.”

Dietrich has a well-rehearsed list of reasons why “roadable aircraft” make financial sense. They promise to be quicker than cars for intercity commuting, fit into a normal garage (saving hangar fees) and even run on plain old premium unleaded. However, he’s missing the real reason the Transition is causing such a stir in the automotive as well as the aviation world: flying cars are cool. They’re James Bond. They’re Blade Runner. They’re Back to the Future.

At the moment, though, Terrafugia’s car looks more like Chitty Chitty Bang Bang than The Jetsons. The prototype Transition has been made at Terrafugia’s small workshop in Woburn, Massachusetts, by a team of young engineers recruited from MIT and Nasa. The ungainly vehicle has a single engine — a 100bhp petrol motor that drives either the wheels or a rear-facing propeller. As a car, it has a normal steering wheel, accelerator and brake pedals, but no gearstick (the Transition has a continuously variable transmission).

With its wings deployed and the propeller spinning, the Transition can take off from any airfield, although not from roads — it’s illegal everywhere in the US except in sparsely populated Alaska. It can fly up to 500 miles on a single tank of petrol at a cruising speed of about 115mph. That’s the plan, at least. Though it has reached 90mph in test drives, the prototype Transition’s wheels have yet to leave the ground.

That’s not for technical reasons; it’s because the various road and aircraft licensing authorities have been wondering how to classify it. “It took six months just to get our \plate,” says Dick Gersh, a former lawyer with the car insurance industry and now a vice-president at Terrafugia. “The government, insurance companies and lawyers have never contemplated a flying car. I wanted a car that could fly and drive but you couldn’t do either because you couldn’t get insured.”

Gersh is confident that he will be able to insure the Transition once it makes a successful test flight — and a safe landing. The Transition has a safety cage and crumple zones, although it will not have to pack the latest safety features or undergo a crash test before it takes to the air.
“There are already exemption policies for low-volume manufacturers like Lamborghini,” says Dietrich. “We can’t afford the huge amounts of research and development for motion-sensing airbags, and we certainly can’t afford to crash-test our only prototype. If it makes you feel safer, Boeing doesn’t crash-test its big jets either.”

Terrafugia hopes to deliver the first production flying car by the middle of next year. The company already has orders for 40 aircraft. “The majority of our customers are retired or near-retired couples who want a fun vehicle to putter around the country in. They’ve worked hard their whole lives and now they can have a flying car, a technology that they’ve been promised in films and TV since they were a kid,” says Dietrich. “We even have a couple of orders from people who are not pilots but will learn because of this vehicle. They’re willing to put money down on a vehicle that they can’t fly yet.”

Terrafugia’s Transition will set them back a cool $200,000 (£132,000). “For an airplane, that’s very reasonable, but for a car, that’s very much at the high end,” Dietrich admits. “It’s got to start there. You can’t make a $10,000 flying car yet. This is not going to change overnight and it won’t become a mass-market item any time in the near future. But in the long term we have the potential to make air travel practical for individuals at a price that would meet or beat driving, with huge time savings. And that could be a real game-changer for aviation as well as driving.”

The flying car has been technically possible for years but the legal runway was cleared for take-off only four years ago. The American Federal Aviation Authority created a new category of plane called light sports aircraft. These planes are subject to fewer rules and regulations than traditional passenger aircraft and can be flown by pilots after just 20 hours of training, half the normal American requirement.

At the same time, advances in avionics (the systems that allow you to pilot the plane) have made flying much simpler. Gone are the days when a plane’s cockpit was a kaleidoscope of flashing buttons and switchgear. Instead, new technology means that the inside of a cockpit is little different from that of a luxury car. Navigation can be taken care of by GPS, weather patterns can be displayed on a simple colour screen and automatic throttles help to keep control of the aircraft.

So the next time you remind the passengers in your car to fasten their seatbelts, it might be in preparation for take-off.

MONEY MAKING IS NOT EVERYTHING IN LIFE

2008-10-29T06:17:00.000-07:00

An elderly man in Mumbai calls his son in New York and says,'I hate to ruin your day son, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are getting a divorce; 35 years of marriage... and that muchmisery is enough!''Dad, what are you talking about?' the son screams.'We can't stand the sight of each other any longer,' the old man says.'We're sick of each other, and I'm sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Hong Kong and tell her!'

Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone.'Like heck they're getting divorced,' she shouts, 'I'll take care of this.'She calls Mumbai immediately, and screams at the old man, 'You are not getting divorced. Don't do a single thing until I get there. I'm callingmy brother back, and we'll both be there tomorrow. Until then , don't do a thing, DO YOU HEAR??' and she hangs up.

The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. 'Okay', he says, 'It's all set. They're both coming for Diwali and paying their own airfare!!'

MORAL:No man / woman is busy in this world all 365 days.The sky is not going to fall down if you take few days LEAVE and meet your dear ones.

OFFICE WORK IS NOT EVERYTHING IN LIFE and MONEY MAKING IS NOT EVERYTHING IN LIFE. AFTER ALL WE WORK FOR SOMEONE ELSE'S DREAM.