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A salesman was demonstrating unbreakable combs in a department store. He was impressing the people who stopped by to look by putting the comb through all sorts of torture and stress.
Finally to impress even the skeptics in the crowd, he bent the comb completely in half, and it snapped with a loud crack. Without missing a beat, he bravely held up both halves
of the 'unbreakable' comb for everyone to see and said, "And this, ladies and gentlemen, is what an unbreakable comb looks like on the inside.”

Lost in translation
An influential Londoner wound up a business trip to the Orient with a visit to Taipei. At a luncheon he was asked to say a few words. Since he spoke not a word of Chinese,
his address was to be translated by an interpreter sentence by sentence.
"I want you to know," he began, "I'm tickled to death to be asked here today."
A look of panicked confusion appeared on the interpreter's face. "This poor man," he said in Chinese, "Scratches himself until he dies, only to be with you today."

Money matters
A wholesale dealer who had a lot of trouble in getting a certain retailer to pay his bills finally lost patience and wrote the merchant a threatening letter.
He received the following reply: "Dear Sir: What do you mean by writing me a letter like that? Every month I place all my bills in a hat and then figure out how much money I have to pay on my accounts. Then I have my bookkeeper draw as many bills out of the hat as I have money to pay. If you don't like my way of doing business, I won't even put your bills in the hat."

Slow service
A woman took a package to the post office to mail and was told it would cost $2.40 for fast delivery or $1.30 for slower service.
"There is no hurry," she told the clerk, "just so the package is delivered within my lifetime."
The postmaster glanced at her and said, "That will be $2.40, please."

Cupid quip
I don't understand why Cupid was chosen to represent Valentine's Day. When I think about romance, the last thing on my mind is a short, chubby toddler coming at me with a
weapon. - Anonymous

A group of junior-level executives were participating in a management training program. The seminar leader pounded home his point about the need to make decisions and take
action on these decisions.
"For instance," he said, "if you had five frogs on a log and three of them decided to jump, how many frogs would you have left on the log?"
The answers from the group were unanimous: "Two."
"Wrong," replied the speaker, "there would still be five because there is a difference between deciding to jump and jumping."

By, Shahriar Haque Abir

It has been three months now, the best three months of our life. There hadn't been a single moment that we were apart. In fact I couldn't let her stay away from me, for I knew she was the one from the first time I laid my eyes on her. Wrapped in blue she was the center of attention in the entire party and it was obvious that she loved the attention. And why wouldn't she be, for her beauty was not only skin deep. Her magnificent yet sometimes foolish efforts in pursuing her dreams finally lead her to this pinnacle of success. In front of her radiance I was a nobody, a shadow in the midst of the privileged. But impossible as it may seem now she was mine. Waiting, wanting, longing for me to complete her.

There was something different in her today. As she waited in the bitter confines of silence alone in the balcony, overlooking the sea away from the heart of the night, the parties, the dancing, all her past addictions seemed to have no meaning tonight. Tonight she was wearing a crimson sari, something she never even dreamt of wearing in her life. I knew I was late, I intended to be. I didn't foresee things becoming so complicated, I hoped there would be fewer people but I have dragged this on long enough. I had to do this tonight.

As I walked towards her slowly, she turned in excitement and her face lit up as it always did. She was impatient for a hug, a kiss but I had something for her behind my back. She was like a leaf caught in a cold autumn breeze, swaying at the mercy of the winds yet grasping on to the very foundations that it grew up on. The sky was dark, rain clouds covering an otherwise beautiful starry sky. I walked up to her silent, my mind made up, I was ready. She looked at me with wondering eyes searching me, trying to read me. I grabbed onto her waist and swiftly rushed her against me. It happened so fast so sudden that she barely had time to react. Silently she fell upon my shoulders a tiny smile creeping about her face.

That moment was driving me crazy. How could she read me so easily? How could she still not have reacted differently? As I relive those final moments the agony pushes me of the edge to insanity. As I was walking toward her, my hand were behind my back hiding something for her, I was not calm but I had a job to do.

“I am sorry” was all that was going through my mind, yet I had a job to do. .

Her magnificent yet sometimes foolish efforts in pursuing her dreams made a lot of enemies for her throughout her flight. As I swiftly pulled her toward me in one fluid motion the object for whom it was created was united within its destined partner. It was designed to be as painless as possible. As I slowly pulled the knife out of her back she whispered into my ears

“It's okay. I forgive you. Thank you for making these three months the best three months of my life. I will never fo…”


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