Things aren't always what they seem."

[fool4love]

dont worry dolly,,,,,,,people r just jeleous of ur capabilties,,,coz they never posted so many threads,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,dont worry ,,,,,,,,,,,,thode din miane chup hoja gee...............nobody will comment on ur threads..............

LOL ...i don get it.. wht capability.. r u talking abt here... Ctrl + A (select all)... Ctrl + C ... and Ctrl + V ???? coz that's all she has shown so far...
n if u think this is something... we people can be jelous of... then... ehem eheem...ya to maane na beera jelousy ki definition.. ar ya aapne konya beera...

 

[nidhijethoo]

Appreciate the story instead of just criticising

I don't understand why these people are objecting copy-paste, instead of appreciating the story... why can't they learn something from story.

Knowledge means sharing, passing on what you get from somebody or you gather through your own experiences. People have been doing this since ages, by copying that to their mind or writing on stones, leaves, books …and then passing that to other people “in whatever manner...on whatever medium…".

So what’s wrong in using the facility computer provided you (copy and paste). Dolly found this story worth sharing with other Jatlanders and instead of decorating it (deleting > signs) she just pasted

Would the meaning of story be different if she would have typed that story again or deleted few characters?

Anyway it’s a nice story. Try to appreciate the story instead of just criticising

 

[amitenggmalik]

good one ,i have never found such story or have ever listen ,
good carry on

 

[downtoearth]

LOL ...i don get it.. wht capability.. r u talking abt here... Ctrl + A (select all)... Ctrl + C ... and Ctrl + V ???? coz that's all she has shown so far...
n if u think this is something... we people can be jelous of... then... ehem eheem...ya to maane na beera jelousy ki definition.. ar ya aapne konya beera...

khi khi khi khi khi khi khi

 

[msingh]

read b/w the lines

LOL ...i don get it.. wht capability.. r u talking abt here... Ctrl + A (select all)... Ctrl + C ... and Ctrl + V ???? coz that's all she has shown so far...
n if u think this is something... we people can be jelous of... then... ehem eheem...ya to maane na beera jelousy ki definition.. ar ya aapne konya beera...

 

[yashbeniwal]

dont worry dolly,,,,,,,people r just jeleous of ur capabilties,,,coz they never posted so many threads,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,dont worry ,,,,,,,,,,,,thode din miane chup hoja gee...............nobody will comment on ur threads.............

dont worry dolly,,,,,,,people r just jeleous of ur capabilties,,,coz they never posted so many threads,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,dont worry ,,,,,,,,,,,,thode din miane chup hoja gee...............nobody will comment on ur threads..............

 

[keshavdahiya]

LOL ...i don get it.. wht capability.. r u talking abt here... Ctrl + A (select all)... Ctrl + C ... and Ctrl + V ???? coz that's all she has shown so far...
n if u think this is something... we people can be jelous of... then... ehem eheem...ya to maane na beera jelousy ki definition.. ar ya aapne konya beera...

baaat to killkki padan joggi ki sei..........hahahhahahaha
lyo ek paaad e dyun killkkiiiiii

 

[abhay]

I don't understand why these people are objecting copy-paste, instead of appreciating the story... why can't they learn something from story.

Knowledge means sharing, passing on what you get from somebody or you gather through your own experiences. People have been doing this since ages, by copying that to their mind or writing on stones, leaves, books …and then passing that to other people “in whatever manner...on whatever medium…".

So what’s wrong in using the facility computer provided you (copy and paste). Dolly found this story worth sharing with other Jatlanders and instead of decorating it (deleting > signs) she just pasted

Would the meaning of story be different if she would have typed that story again or deleted few characters?

Anyway it’s a nice story. Try to appreciate the story instead of just criticising

I strongly agree with NIDHI. I think her views about "The Thread" is very positive we need to look upon such attitude and learn from it. Criticising is very easy but appreciation is something that needs a lot of effort cos one needs to understand it to do that......

Dolly I think you are doing a fantastic work and we'll look forward to see more of that...keep shooting such threads...way to go..

 

[keshavdahiya]

ok now lwmmw show you good people my Capabilities.......one after the other.........and you will realise that I am also a bit realistic person........appoloies if I hurt some one...........

hi,


This is really a great suspense...



Read it carefully to know what it is.

..





A man is driving down the road and breaks down near

a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the

door, and says, My car broke down. Do you think I





could stay the night?











the monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner,





even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep,





he hears a strange sound. The next morning, he asks





the monks what the sound was, but they say, We





can't tell you. You're not a monk.

















The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and





goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same





man breaks down in front of the same monastery. The





monks again accept him, feed him, even fix his car.





That night, he hears the same strange noise that he





had heard years earlier.

















The next morning, he asks what it is, but the monks





reply, We can't tell you. You're not a monk.







The man says, All right, all right. I'm dying to





know. If the only way I can find out what that sound





was is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?











The monks reply, You must travel the earth and tell





us how many blades of grass there are and the exact





number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers,





you will become a monk.

















The man sets about his task. Some forty-five years





later, he returns and knocks on the door of the





monastery. He says, I have traveled the earth and





have found what you have asked for. There are





145,236,284,232 blades of grass and





231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.













The monks reply, Congratulations. You are now a





monk. We shall now show you the way to the sound.

















The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the





head monk says, The sound is right behind that





door.

















The man reaches for the knob, but the door is





locked. He says, Real funny. May I have the key?

















The monks give him the key, and he opens the door.





Behind the wooden door is another door made of





stone. The man demands the key to the stone door.





The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to





find a door made of ruby. He demands another key





from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is





another door, this one made of sapphire. So it went





until the man had gone through doors of emerald,





silver, topaz, and amethyst.

















Finally, the monks say, This is the last key to the





last door.

















The man is relieved to no end. He unlocks the door,





turns the knob, and behind that door he is amazed to





find the source of that strange sound.























. . . . But I can't tell you what it is because





you're not a monk.

















DON'T HUNT ME DOWN COS I'M STILL HUNTING THE PERSON WHO SENT ME THIS !!

Cheers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[deepshi]

hahah

ye jo kesab maharaj hein naa, ye copy-paste ka track pata lagaane me maharath hain
pehlaa word dekhte hi bhaamp jaate hein ki souda kahaan se aya he
isliye plz plz inse panga na lein, orr copy-paste karne ka itna hi jii kar raha ho to inki gerr-hazirri me karein, jab ye tours pe gaye hotte hain

n well, enough f dis copy-paste stuff, there was one gal AKANSHA too, bt i hope she has spared us now

 

[monikadahiya]

another copy paste...

LOL ...i don get it.. wht capability.. r u talking abt here... Ctrl + A (select all)... Ctrl + C ... and Ctrl + V ???? coz that's all she has shown so far...
n if u think this is something... we people can be jelous of... then... ehem eheem...ya to maane na beera jelousy ki definition.. ar ya aapne konya beera...

baaat to killkki padan joggi ki sei..........hahahhahahaha
lyo ek paaad e dyun killkkiiiiii
baaat to killkki padan joggi ki sei..........hahahhahahaha
lyo ek paaad e dyun killkkiiiiiibaaat to killkki padan joggi ki sei..........hahahhahahaha
lyo ek paaad e dyun killkkiiiiiibaaat to killkki padan joggi ki sei..........hahahhahahaha
lyo ek paaad e dyun killkkiiiiiibaaat to killkki padan joggi ki sei..........hahahhahahaha
lyo ek paaad e dyun killkkiiiiiibaaat to killkki padan joggi ki sei..........hahahhahahaha
lyo ek paaad e dyun killkkiiiiii

oh yes i am so jealous... hahaha

 

[sumitsingh]

hi

i would rather say that it was a typicl girlish story,,,nothing at all to be considered in jatland..those people who are saying that it is a good story n all.... are................u knw better!! infact ur story ws okey but but 4 jatland,im extremly sorry to say that....

waise behan ji app jat ho ke gujrat main k karan lag rahe ho......aure toh sabare sabare main logan ne provocative se reply faikhta hoon..ar nui he time pass ho je se..
bye
sumit

>Two traveling angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a wealthy
>family.
>
>
>
>
>
>The family was rude and refused to let the angels stay in the mansion's
>guest room.
>
>Instead the angels were given a small space in the cold basement.
>
>
>
>As they made their bed on the hard floor, the older angel saw a hole in the
>wall and repaired it.
>
>
>
>When the younger angel asked why, the older angel replied,
>"Things aren't always what they seem."
>
>
>
>The next night the pair came to rest at the house of a very poor, but very
>hospitable farmer and his wife.
>
>
>
>After sharing what little food they had the couple let the angels sleep in
>their bed where they could have a good night's rest.
>
>When the sun came up the next morning the angels found the farmer and his
>wife in tears.
>
>
>
>Their only cow, whose milk had been their sole income, lay dead in the field
>
>
>
>The younger angel was infuriated and asked the older angel how could you
>have let this happen?
>
>The first man had everything, yet you helped him, she accused.
>
>The second family had little but was willing to share everything, and you
>let the cow die.
>
>"Things aren't always what they seem," the older angel replied.
>
>"When we stayed in the basement of the mansion, I noticed there was gold
>stored in that hole in the wall.
>
>Since the owner was so obsessed with greed and unwilling to share his good
>fortune, I sealed the wall so he wouldn't find it."
>
>"Then last night as we slept in the farmers bed, the angel of death came for
>his wife. I gave him the cow instead.
>
>
>
>Things aren't always what they seem."
>
>Sometimes that is exactly what happens when things don't turn out the way
>they should. If you have faith, you just need to trust that every out come
>is always to your advantage. You just might not know it until some time
>later...
>
>
>
> Oooo
> Some people ( )
> come into our lives ) /
> and quickly go.. (_ /
>
>
> oooO
> ( ) Some people
> \ ( become friends
> \_ ) and stay awhile...
>
>
> leaving beautiful Oooo
> footprints on our ( )
> hearts... ) /
> ( _/
>
>
> oooO
> ( ) and we are
> \ ( never
> \_ ) quite the same
> because we have
> made a good
> friend!!
>
>
> Yesterday is history.
> Tomorrow a mystery.
> Today is a gift.
> That's why it's called the present!
>
>
> I think this is special...live and savor every
> moment...

 

[sunitahooda]

manne itna dhyan laa kai padhi ya Gaatha....arr cab likaddgi tai teri kardaai sai chhorey....arr tu mere pai ghana Kardda pittega....you know why???? Cuz YOU ARE NOT A MONK.....KILLKI

ok now lwmmw show you good people my Capabilities.......one after the other.........and you will realise that I am also a bit realistic person........appoloies if I hurt some one...........

hi,


This is really a great suspense...



Read it carefully to know what it is.

..





A man is driving down the road and breaks down near

a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the

door, and says, My car broke down. Do you think I





could stay the night?











the monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner,





even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep,





he hears a strange sound. The next morning, he asks





the monks what the sound was, but they say, We





can't tell you. You're not a monk.

















The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and





goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same





man breaks down in front of the same monastery. The





monks again accept him, feed him, even fix his car.





That night, he hears the same strange noise that he





had heard years earlier.

















The next morning, he asks what it is, but the monks





reply, We can't tell you. You're not a monk.







The man says, All right, all right. I'm dying to





know. If the only way I can find out what that sound





was is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?











The monks reply, You must travel the earth and tell





us how many blades of grass there are and the exact





number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers,





you will become a monk.

















The man sets about his task. Some forty-five years





later, he returns and knocks on the door of the





monastery. He says, I have traveled the earth and





have found what you have asked for. There are





145,236,284,232 blades of grass and





231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.













The monks reply, Congratulations. You are now a





monk. We shall now show you the way to the sound.

















The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the





head monk says, The sound is right behind that





door.

















The man reaches for the knob, but the door is





locked. He says, Real funny. May I have the key?

















The monks give him the key, and he opens the door.





Behind the wooden door is another door made of





stone. The man demands the key to the stone door.





The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to





find a door made of ruby. He demands another key





from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is





another door, this one made of sapphire. So it went





until the man had gone through doors of emerald,





silver, topaz, and amethyst.

















Finally, the monks say, This is the last key to the





last door.

















The man is relieved to no end. He unlocks the door,





turns the knob, and behind that door he is amazed to





find the source of that strange sound.























. . . . But I can't tell you what it is because





you're not a monk.

















DON'T HUNT ME DOWN COS I'M STILL HUNTING THE PERSON WHO SENT ME THIS !!

Cheers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[satyakarwasra]

Nice story....

Very beautiful story !!!I did not read it earlier....just went through first time. There is no offence in doing such copy paste stuff if it is not posted here earlier.....