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AND A WWW.PASSIONVAIBHAV.COM WISHES ALL ITS READERS A VERY This is Er. Vaibhav gera signing off for this year... Catch you all next year... HAVE A BLAST!!!

I got this letter in an email and apparently it is from Editor Mumbai (Times of India)... Dear Mr. Prime minister I am a typical mouse from Mumbai. In the local train compartment which has capacity of 100 persons, I travel with 500 more mouse. Mouse at least squeak but we don't even do that. Today I heard your speech. In which you said 'NO BODY WOULD BE SPARED'. I would like to remind you that fourteen years has passed since serial bomb blast in Mumbai took place. Dawood was the main conspirator. Till today he is not caught. All our bolywood actors, our builders, our Gutka king meets him but your Government can not catch him. Reason is simple; all your ministers are hand in glove with him. If any attempt is made to catch him everybody will be exposed. Your statement 'NOBODY WOULD BE SPARED' is nothing but a cruel joke on this unfortunate people of India . Enough is enough. As such after seeing terrorist attack carried out by about a dozen young boys I realize that

Hey friends, Exams over, project submission and presentation also over,no dues form signed and now its time to pack my bags and to say Good-bye to this beautiful place called JUIT...  This is not the time for blogging, its the time to spend with friends on JUIT mall road, so ending this entry with this great song... i promise will write more about JUIT and JUITians in the next entry... This is  Er. Vaibhav Gera  signing off...  JUIT ROCKS!!! I am really gonna miss this place, I am gonna miss my JUIT days...  [vid]hrrSkZXXpZY[/vid]

Ack:- Moushmi When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know What I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; I had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, 30% shares of my company and the car. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. Th