<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37345243</id><updated>2011-08-11T23:09:14.830+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Jack,Jill,John and Jane</title><subtitle type='html'>This page may contain a conversation I had with you or a conversation I overheard or just something I told myself or made up. You will read it like it happened between my four characters Jack , Jill , John and Jane. Well these people do not have any fixed relationship or age. It will change from conversation to conversation. Well what they do have is ,fixed genders. Jack and John will always represent the male gender and Jill and Jane the female gender.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rafiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033361494212146526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37345243.post-8636434424022213170</id><published>2008-04-16T10:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:23:32.648+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why blog?</title><content type='html'>Jack: Why do you blog?&lt;br /&gt;Jill: I want to show the world I can write!&lt;br /&gt;Jack: No, thats not true.&lt;br /&gt;Jill: Ok, it is so that I can express my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Now that makes more sense.&lt;br /&gt;Jill: *Smile* (The truth is so hard to digest haan??)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37345243-8636434424022213170?l=jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8636434424022213170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37345243&amp;postID=8636434424022213170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/8636434424022213170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/8636434424022213170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-blog.html' title='Why blog?'/><author><name>Rafiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033361494212146526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37345243.post-5552946237523961823</id><published>2007-08-13T12:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-13T12:31:10.627+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Emotions!!</title><content type='html'>Jill: Yup! atlast, I am so thrilled. This was my dream and it has come true. I can't ask for more. I feel like running and jumping and dancing.&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Congrats. Okay good this has come true. But stop acting like a kid. Stop jumping around.&lt;br /&gt;Jill: (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looking upset) &lt;/span&gt;What's wrong with being happy?&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Fine, you are happy but you need to behave mature.&lt;br /&gt;Jill: Is feeling happy and showing it a sign of immaturity?&lt;br /&gt;Jack: It makes you look so kiddish.&lt;br /&gt;Jill: What? From when did celebrating become a kiddish affair.&lt;br /&gt;Jack: You are too innocent you won't understand...&lt;br /&gt;Jill:(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am I really being kiddish, immature just because I am feeling happy and showing it? What should I do? Should I just smile when I actually want to dance?) &lt;/span&gt;What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Do you know only animals allow their emotions to be shown like this without control?&lt;br /&gt;Jill: Who told you am not in control?&lt;br /&gt;====================================================================&lt;br /&gt;Jane: Why are you looking so remorse?&lt;br /&gt;John: It's because I am not feeling great. I am upset.&lt;br /&gt;Jane: Now don't tell me you are again sulking about what happened.&lt;br /&gt;John: Jane, I am not sulking. I am really upset and sad with what happened.&lt;br /&gt;Jane: John, I know it was not pleasant. I know it hurt you. But you need to move on.&lt;br /&gt;John: Jane why should I? I am upset. I know in a few days time this will pass. I know I will move on. But not now. I am upset and I have a right to be.&lt;br /&gt;Jane: You know I read somewhere if you smile it will trigger your brain to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;John: I am appalled Jane. A happy brain always triggers a smile it's not the other way round. If I ignore my hurt and cover it up with a smile it will remain inside and cause emotional stress. I need to vent it. Else it will destroy me from within.&lt;br /&gt;Jane: Don't be stupid. You are being very sentimental and over emotional.&lt;br /&gt;John: No Jane I am being human. I am dealing with my emotions instead of running away.&lt;br /&gt;===================================================================&lt;br /&gt;If I said you are emotional would that be a compliment or a disgrace??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37345243-5552946237523961823?l=jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5552946237523961823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37345243&amp;postID=5552946237523961823&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/5552946237523961823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/5552946237523961823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/2007/08/emotions.html' title='Emotions!!'/><author><name>Rafiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033361494212146526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37345243.post-1450187596052883087</id><published>2007-08-07T21:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-07T21:14:08.334+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Address</title><content type='html'>Jack: Where's your house?&lt;br /&gt;Jane: Malleshwaram.&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Where in Malleshwaram?&lt;br /&gt;Jane: On the road adjacent to the road with two temples adjacent to each other.&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Lady! in Malleshwaram everyone has that address.&lt;br /&gt;Jane: ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37345243-1450187596052883087?l=jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1450187596052883087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37345243&amp;postID=1450187596052883087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/1450187596052883087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/1450187596052883087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/2007/08/address.html' title='Address'/><author><name>Rafiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033361494212146526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37345243.post-5796975917948231771</id><published>2007-07-04T10:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-04T10:43:34.138+05:30</updated><title type='text'>FAQ</title><content type='html'>Jack: What should I do if I visit your blog and there are no new entries?&lt;br /&gt;Jane: Umm, firstly thanks for visiting. Secondly, maybe you can say hi or leave a comment or dig through the archives. Last but not the least visit again.&lt;br /&gt;Catch u soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37345243-5796975917948231771?l=jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5796975917948231771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37345243&amp;postID=5796975917948231771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/5796975917948231771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/5796975917948231771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/2007/07/faq.html' title='FAQ'/><author><name>Rafiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033361494212146526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37345243.post-7706035658061759655</id><published>2007-06-12T20:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-12T21:03:08.959+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrisy</title><content type='html'>Jack: Hey dude, how did you like Cheeni Kum?&lt;br /&gt;John: Good entertainment man.&lt;br /&gt;Jack: You think so?&lt;br /&gt;John: Yup, why?&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Don't you think Amitabh being a youth icon should not have done such a movie.&lt;br /&gt;John: Excuse me! You can accept Amitabh doing a kajarare but not a Cheeni Kum. Chill man it's just a movie. Trust me India does not need Amitabh to start this trend. There have been thousands of marriages even between teenagers and 50 year olds happening here for centuries. That too arranged marriages, second marriages and forced second wives... So just chill, Don't worry your grandfather won't be taking your girl friend away in a hurry. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37345243-7706035658061759655?l=jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7706035658061759655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37345243&amp;postID=7706035658061759655&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/7706035658061759655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/7706035658061759655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/2007/06/hypocrisy.html' title='Hypocrisy'/><author><name>Rafiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033361494212146526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37345243.post-7513285915191539920</id><published>2007-06-04T12:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-04T12:20:52.568+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The home coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jill:&lt;/span&gt; Hey, you are coming back home. You must be excited. Home food, your room, parents wow!! Welcome back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane:&lt;/span&gt; Jill, it is nice to come back true. Yes but I have changed. I am not the same person I used to be when I was there. My parents will be in for a shock. I wonder how I will fit in again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jill:&lt;/span&gt; Yup, I know that feeling I felt the same way when I returned too. It took a long time for my parents to reconcile to the fact I am different. But, they will accept you and you will again change. So just be ready for a few weeks of adjustments and then you will be comfortable again. After all it’s home. There’s no place like that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jane:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I hope so. I am torn between these two worlds. When I did not know this existed I was happy there. Now I have seen this part of life. I don’t want to go back totally. I will miss it all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jill:&lt;/span&gt; It was a good experience being there. There are many things you have learnt which you would not have at home. But that is not life Jane. In the end it is at home that you have to stay. You can’t always stay in a hostel, can you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane:&lt;/span&gt; I know Jill. But I hate the routine I will have to keep at home. I like it here. I get up when I want to, eat what I want to, dress the way I want to, have friends come in at anytime, walk out at anytime and sleep when I want to.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jill:&lt;/span&gt; Yes Jane I agree all that is fun. But trust me once you get back you will like the routine. Tell me how many times have you felt insecure when opening the door of your apartment? How many times have you craved for the door to be opened when you ring the bell? How many times have you wished to find hot food waiting for you on the table, or have your mother say that dress is tight go change? How many times have you wanted to tell your friends to just shut up and leave you alone? And how many times when you were at home have you felt all this? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane:&lt;/span&gt; True I have felt so many things here that I never had at home. Jill I used to throughout my stay here wish and pray to go back home. But now that it is coming to an end I am scared, a little unsure and it bothers me I am not my Momma’s girl anymore and am not my father’s princess anymore. I am scared of being rejected for who I am.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jill: &lt;/span&gt;Hey Jane, you will always be your dad’s Princess and Momma’s girl. Yes, they may reject a few habits you have picked up, but they won’t reject you. Yes, there are going to be a few arguments. But surely they will slowly realize you have grown up. In the end you will surely find a balance. You will don’t worry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane:&lt;/span&gt; I am coming back Jill. Atlast! I am coming back “home”. :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37345243-7513285915191539920?l=jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7513285915191539920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37345243&amp;postID=7513285915191539920&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/7513285915191539920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/7513285915191539920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/2007/06/home-coming.html' title='The home coming'/><author><name>Rafiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033361494212146526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37345243.post-1031038747237057654</id><published>2007-05-23T12:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-23T12:27:56.742+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy!!!</title><content type='html'>Jill: I am at office and I am sleepy :(&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: Why don’t you go drink some coffee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill: Not a bad idea. But no I don’t want to.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: Why not? :O&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill: Cause I am by being sleepy not doing work and then again not even feeling guilty for that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: Clever&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill: As always…. By the way I am still sleepy :( and still unable to do much work :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37345243-1031038747237057654?l=jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1031038747237057654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37345243&amp;postID=1031038747237057654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/1031038747237057654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/1031038747237057654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/2007/05/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy!!!'/><author><name>Rafiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033361494212146526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37345243.post-5554766583885906255</id><published>2007-05-16T17:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-16T17:12:49.477+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Primates I wish we still were :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;John: I wonder if our journey from the Neanderthals to the Homeo Sapiens ...was just a "paapi pet ka sawal" !!!(A question of the stomach)&lt;br /&gt;Jill: What u are wondering about maybe true cause it is always survival of the fittest :)&lt;br /&gt;John: :)&lt;br /&gt;Jill: On second thoughts if we have moved from primates to humans due to the stomach then this gaddhe(proverb) is actually proved beyond doubt "Hotte nan nininda kette" (Stomach you are the cause of my downfall :). Otherwise we would have been happy primates jumping trees hehehe&lt;br /&gt;John: Seriously :D I would be so content.&lt;br /&gt;Jill: So would I :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37345243-5554766583885906255?l=jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5554766583885906255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37345243&amp;postID=5554766583885906255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/5554766583885906255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/5554766583885906255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/2007/05/primates-i-wish-we-still-were.html' title='Primates I wish we still were :)'/><author><name>Rafiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033361494212146526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37345243.post-5558454175043792836</id><published>2007-04-23T15:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-23T15:21:47.146+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Slow down. Calm down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jack: My God am I happy I am still alive…. Why do you have to ride like the world is ending? That turn you took I thought would be the last I will see. I tell you give me those keys. Women and driving……&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jill: Hey stop cribbing. You’re alive and in one piece. I know what I am doing. I don’t need to hear this. I have been riding for the past decade or more. I have never had an accident, unlike you. 5 times in 5 months…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jack: Hey none of them were my mistakes….(Checking whether the bike is locked)…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jill: Do you think I am dumb to leave the bike unlocked why do you have to always check and re-check….&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jack: You never know......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jack: My God am I happy I am still alive…. Hey Jill you need to take the turns just a little slow you know. I am worried about you every time you are out riding. Just be more careful please.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jill: Hey Jack don’t you worry. I am alright. I have been riding around a long time and have never had a problem. You are the one I am concerned about…….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jack: Well I know. I am being over cautious now that’s why I let you ride. (Smiling and checking if the bike is locked)…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jill: (Smiling) Well is the bike locked? I am so touched by your concern.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jack: It's all alright…. (Smiling)….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37345243-5558454175043792836?l=jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5558454175043792836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37345243&amp;postID=5558454175043792836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/5558454175043792836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/5558454175043792836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/2007/04/slow-down-calm-down.html' title='Slow down. Calm down.'/><author><name>Rafiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033361494212146526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37345243.post-8429950511753674841</id><published>2007-04-17T22:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-17T22:43:28.259+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ask why!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jack: Hey I am planning to buy this thing there are x, y and z varieties. Which do you think is better?&lt;br /&gt;Jane: Ummm, will let you know have to find out. I am not sure right now. Will let you know in a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next day:&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Hey have you done your research? Which do you think I should buy x,y or z?&lt;br /&gt;Jane: Well I did some research. I realised ‘x’ is the best so maybe you should go for that.&lt;br /&gt;Jack: How do you say ‘x’ is good? Where is the data on which you decided on ‘x’?&lt;br /&gt;Jane: Well asked a few of my friends and most of them said ‘x’. So it is ‘x’.&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Well why ‘x’? Why not ‘y’ or ‘z’? How many of them have used this? What is the price difference?&lt;br /&gt;Jane: I am sorry I offered to help. This is all I can tell you. Take it or leave it.&lt;br /&gt;Jack: ha-ha!!! Hey was just pulling your leg.&lt;br /&gt;Jane: }:-( ……&lt;br /&gt;Jack: But you have to learn to ask why?&lt;br /&gt;Jane: Ok got that.&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Anyways I am buying ‘x’….&lt;br /&gt;Jane: :-D.....so I was right!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jack: But you have to ask why. You should not just accept what others say?&lt;br /&gt;Jane: Ok, whatever you say..&lt;br /&gt;Jack: What??????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37345243-8429950511753674841?l=jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8429950511753674841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37345243&amp;postID=8429950511753674841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/8429950511753674841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/8429950511753674841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/2007/04/jack-hey-i-am-planning-to-buy-this.html' title='Ask why!!!!'/><author><name>Rafiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033361494212146526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37345243.post-4545895763874449442</id><published>2007-03-07T12:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-07T12:33:21.889+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Out smart</title><content type='html'>Jack: Hey stop acting smart. I am smarter than you.&lt;br /&gt;Jane: Who said no? You are smarter than me.&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Ha. You don't even need proof is it? Ya, naturally why would you? Somethings just dont need proof.&lt;br /&gt;Jane: Ya, right they just don't need proof. Because even if I ask you for one you won't be able to give it!!!!! :P:P&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Is this really Jane????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37345243-4545895763874449442?l=jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4545895763874449442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37345243&amp;postID=4545895763874449442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/4545895763874449442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/4545895763874449442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/2007/03/out-smart.html' title='Out smart'/><author><name>Rafiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033361494212146526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37345243.post-1151519201667994723</id><published>2007-02-28T17:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-28T17:19:02.823+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am happy for you</title><content type='html'>Jill: Congrats Jane. This is wonderful. So when is the treat? I am so happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;Jane: Thanks a lot. So tell me where do you want the treat?&lt;br /&gt;Jill: Anywhere......&lt;br /&gt;Jane: What is the matter with you? You seem worried.....&lt;br /&gt;Jill: You would not understand, you have got what you want I have not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Jane: Oh come on Jill. I am sure you will be treating me soon. It may take a while longer but I am sure you will get it.&lt;br /&gt;Jill: Now that you have got it  you can talk like this.&lt;br /&gt;Jane: (Smiling and I really thought you were happy for me) Well I think you forget I was in your position a few minutes back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37345243-1151519201667994723?l=jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1151519201667994723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37345243&amp;postID=1151519201667994723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/1151519201667994723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/1151519201667994723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-happy-for-you.html' title='I am happy for you'/><author><name>Rafiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033361494212146526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37345243.post-7290990826525230205</id><published>2006-12-23T18:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-23T19:00:40.635+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Jill&lt;/strong&gt; : (&lt;em&gt;Jumping excitedly, waving vigourously, with a huge smile&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hi!!!&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;em&gt;Comes running from the opposite side of the corridor&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack&lt;/strong&gt; : (&lt;em&gt;Thinking this girl won't change, smiles and holds his hand out&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack and Jill&lt;/strong&gt; : (&lt;em&gt;observing each other, trying to see what 40 years had done to the other&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jill&lt;/strong&gt; : (&lt;em&gt;Words failing her for the first time&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack&lt;/strong&gt; : (&lt;em&gt;As usual&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jill&lt;/strong&gt; : (&lt;em&gt;Hoping Jack would do something to cover the awkward silence, smiles&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack&lt;/strong&gt; : (&lt;em&gt;Blushes, as he thinks I won't miss the opportunity this time&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You look beautiful, like you always did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jill&lt;/strong&gt; : (&lt;em&gt;Smile disappearing , looks Jack in the eye , as tears fill her eyes&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wish you had said this back then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack&lt;/strong&gt; : (&lt;em&gt;Wiping away a tear&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wish I had known your wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey Honey,&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;from across the corridor&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the children are waiting shall we leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jill&lt;/strong&gt; : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coming John&lt;/span&gt;.(&lt;em&gt;Jumping excitedly, waving vigourously, with a huge smile&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bye Jack&lt;/span&gt;.(Runs away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack&lt;/strong&gt; : (&lt;em&gt;thinks and nods, If only I had known she would not mind then,smiles as he waves bye&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37345243-7290990826525230205?l=jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7290990826525230205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37345243&amp;postID=7290990826525230205&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/7290990826525230205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/7290990826525230205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/2006/12/reunion.html' title='Reunion'/><author><name>Rafiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033361494212146526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37345243.post-7450029417477690930</id><published>2006-12-19T14:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-19T14:38:49.954+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>Jack: Do you believe in the saying "tell me who your friends are I will tell you who you are"?&lt;br /&gt;Jill:    Well, I do believe it to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Ummm.........&lt;br /&gt;Jill:    Well don't friends over the long run tend to rub off on you?&lt;br /&gt;Jack: You mean to say you start becoming like them. Imitating them????&lt;br /&gt;Jill:    No, not really. You only start believing that whatever they do is not wrong. You tend to&lt;br /&gt;          make excuses for them.&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Ya, that does happen. But you won't change much as an individual. So I guess what you&lt;br /&gt;          said is right. They do tend to rub off on you to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;Jill:    Ya. But I totally agree with the saying "birds of the same feather flock together".......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37345243-7450029417477690930?l=jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7450029417477690930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37345243&amp;postID=7450029417477690930&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/7450029417477690930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/7450029417477690930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/2006/12/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Rafiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033361494212146526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37345243.post-116547648675969016</id><published>2006-12-07T12:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-14T15:58:03.500+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Marriage Uninvitation</title><content type='html'>27th Nov 2006 in a relative's house. The last of the relative's who had to be invited&lt;br /&gt;6:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Jill: (A sigh of relief and pleasure)It is my daughters wedding. She is getting married to John and Jane's son. Brilliant young fellow. You are invited. The wedding is on 8th Dec 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Dec 2006&lt;br /&gt;2:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;John : Hello Jack. So all prepared for the wedding I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Jack : Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;John : Then there is a condition!!&lt;br /&gt;Jack : What! what do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Jane : We would like you to give my son a gold bracelet. We would like to see what jewellery you have made for your daughter.&lt;br /&gt;Jill : (With a confused smile) What is all this? Just a week left to the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th Dec 2006 in a relative's house. The last of the relative's who had to be uninvited&lt;br /&gt;6:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Jill : (A sigh)It is about my daughters wedding. She is not getting married to John and Jane's son. All that the so called brilliant young fellow could do is sit dumb next to his parents. I am here to tell you ,you are uninvited. The wedding has been cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to Jack and Jill's daughter in all this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37345243-116547648675969016?l=jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/116547648675969016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37345243&amp;postID=116547648675969016&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/116547648675969016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/116547648675969016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/2006/12/marriage-uninvitation.html' title='A Marriage Uninvitation'/><author><name>Rafiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033361494212146526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37345243.post-116520847040022061</id><published>2006-12-04T10:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-04T13:24:34.273+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cacophonous Silence</title><content type='html'>JANE : Aloud to herself&lt;br /&gt;jane : Thinking unheard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANE : Uff! these books, let me start with this one.&lt;br /&gt;jane : Man, this is so much better than a computer anyday&lt;br /&gt;JANE : No not this one maybe this one first.&lt;br /&gt;jane : I hope I will finish all this in time.&lt;br /&gt;JANE : Yes, I can.&lt;br /&gt;jane : Else I will become the laughing stock of the nation.I have to finish do I have a choice.I have put my head to the mill,whats the use of counting the number of times I am churned now. (A literal translation of a hindi doha)&lt;br /&gt;JANE : Now this is "the" book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In total silence she sat on her bed with books all around.She lifted one to read and immediately put it away and took another book. Her silence and confusion was the outward expression of the inner cacophony and turmoil. So she sat in cacophonous silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37345243-116520847040022061?l=jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/116520847040022061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37345243&amp;postID=116520847040022061&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/116520847040022061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/116520847040022061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/2006/12/cacophonous-silence.html' title='Cacophonous Silence'/><author><name>Rafiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033361494212146526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37345243.post-116429187998016367</id><published>2006-11-23T19:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-23T19:54:39.986+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To be scared or not!!!!</title><content type='html'>Jill: I am scared, I am not sure what I am doing is correct.&lt;br /&gt;Jane: Oh, I know how that feels. Don't worry it will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;Jill: Thanks Jane that helped so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill: I am scared, I am not sure what I am doing is correct.&lt;br /&gt;Jack: You, scared!!!! I learnt to be brave from you.&lt;br /&gt;Jill: What?! that scares me more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37345243-116429187998016367?l=jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/116429187998016367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37345243&amp;postID=116429187998016367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/116429187998016367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/116429187998016367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-be-scared-or-not.html' title='To be scared or not!!!!'/><author><name>Rafiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033361494212146526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37345243.post-116298668394242933</id><published>2006-11-08T17:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-08T18:40:29.270+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Miss, Understand</title><content type='html'>Jill: You can do it, but you won't I know&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Oh!really you mean it? Do you mean to say I can't?&lt;br /&gt;Jill: No I don't mean to say you can't. But I do say you won't.&lt;br /&gt;Jack:So you are basically telling me I can't&lt;br /&gt;Jill: You never listen nor understand me. I did not say you can't, I said you won't.&lt;br /&gt;Jack: If that is what you think so be it. I can't so I won't. You can do what you want.&lt;br /&gt;Jill: See, this is what I meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Jack understand her? Or did Jill misunderstand him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane: Can you do this for me please?&lt;br /&gt;John: why not?&lt;br /&gt;Jane: You will! really! How sweet. :)&lt;br /&gt;John: Anything for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it require any understanding?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37345243-116298668394242933?l=jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/116298668394242933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37345243&amp;postID=116298668394242933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/116298668394242933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37345243/posts/default/116298668394242933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjilljohnandjane.blogspot.com/2006/11/miss-understand.html' title='Miss, Understand'/><author><name>Rafiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033361494212146526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
