Worth to read

[Ali RAZA]

ciapk...probality ka formula lagao...mujhe kuch formula yaad nahi araha hay...woh hay na maximini,maximaxi and minimax regret.. put the value in these formula and get the answer

[ciapk]

Assumption 1 wala jwab aa raha hy -)

[WARDAH]

ni g wo akh gya tha bkwas kr kr k abi two time liya hai,jaldi ajae ga as rha us sy bhi jae ga as usy bhi bina ulti baat kiey uljhan or adhora pn lgta hoga.hehehehe

[raza 123]

Anamz ! kafi time bad moral post kia kheriat buzi ?? and plus thats great -)

[Anamz1]

Hmm bus aisy he, i am not finding anything interesting on forum now a days therefore visit less.

[WARDAH]

anum. . .y dont u make this forum interesting with ur precense n participation??

[raza 123]

-\ -| ishelia mene bhe thora kam kerdia hai -\ P

[WARDAH]

tum sb bohat ajeeb ho khud kio ni bna laity forum ko interesting? bus dosron k comments prh prh k tfreeh laini aati hai khud kio ni active partiocipation kr k interesting bnaty?? sb topics mai jao apny apny comments do.new topic do.khud hi forum active n interesting ho jae ga.or gr ni kr skty to mun py tkiya rkh k so jao.[p]

[Anamz1]

<center><u><b>Joe Helps</b></u></center>

He was driving home one evening, on a two-lane country road. Work in this small Midwestern community, was almost as slow as his beat-up Pontiac. But he never quit looking. Ever since the factory closed, he'd been unemployed, and with winter raging on, the chill had finally hit home.
It was a lonely road. Not very many people had a reason to be on it unless they were leaving. Most of his friends had already left. They had families to feed and dreams to fulfill. But he stayed on. After all, this was where he buried his mother and father. He was born here, he knew the country. He could go down this road blind, and tell you what was on either side, and with his headlights not working, that came in handy.
It was starting to get dark and light snow flurries were coming down. He'd better get a move on. You know, he almost did not see the old lady, stranded on the side of the road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe, he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill that only fear can put in you. He said, "I am here to help you ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Joe."
Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady that was bad enough. Joe crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down her window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only passing through. She could not thank him enough for coming to her aid. Joe just smiled as he closed her
trunk.
She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She had already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Joe never thought twice about the money. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way. He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Joe added, "And think of me."
He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.
A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The cash register was like the telephone of an out of work actor-it did not ring much. Her waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair.



She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day could not erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone like her who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Joe. After the lady finished her meal, and the waitress went to get her change from a hundred-dollar bill, the lady stepped right out the door.
She was gone by the time the waitress came back. She wondered where the
lady could be, then she noticed something written on a napkin. There were tears in her eyes, when she read what the lady wrote. It said, "You don't owe me a thing. I have been there too. Someone once helped me out, the way I am helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here's what you do. Do not let the chain of love end with you."
Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could she have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard. She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered low, "Everything's going to be all right. I love you, Joe."

[bizmen]

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<br /><center><center><u><u><b><b>Knowing your True Value</b></b></u></u></center></center>


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Anamz1 500$ ka note nahee hota []
and hum insaan hain, koi note to nahee hain? ab isee post ko change kar do and note ki jaga doodh (milk) dal do. Kon zameen par phenka hua doodh mange ga? ya usee note ko jala do, phie kon us rakh ko accept karega?
Yes we, as human beings, are the best but........apne aap ko keechar se bachana hai aur un se bhi jin par keechar laga hua hai.

[Anamz1]

You are so strange I think you are unable to understand any positive thing rightly at first instance........

[WARDAH]

anum biz ki post k baad mainy bhi wo story prhi abhi n yup anum dear u r rite.kahani jaisi bhi thi note hai ni hai whatever!! but story k ander ki positivity note k hony na hony sy km ni hui.achi baat share ki tumny.luv u buddy

[bizmen]

Anamz1 mind kyon karti hain bhai? positivity to absorb kar li thee but itni lambi post ke baad thakawat ho jati hai is liye kuch halka phulka likh diya...bas itni si baat [)]

WARDAH Jalllllaaaadddd tumhein achi tarah pata hai keh me was just kidding but Anamz1 ka sath dene ke liye party badal dee (mera matlab keh tum serious logon kee party mein nahee ho naa []) takeh unhein aur ghussa aaye aur is baat ko bhool jayen ke you ne un ke send kiye hue cards na sirf ignore kiye balkeh us ka credit kisi aur ko de diya, Intehaa hai zulm ki [P]

[WARDAH]

G ni ignore bilkul ni kiey thy,tum phfy kutni bn k tili na lgao.wo achi bchi hai smjh gai hogi.

[bizmen]

yehi tooooooo...itni achi hain and you ka kitna zyada khayal rahti hain. jab you ko sar dard tha and you were ghayeb to Anamz ne topic start kiya, kitni worried theen and Birthday wala topic bhi Anamz ne start kiya but you ne ignore kiya...itni achee hain, itna khayal rakhti hain you ka tab hee to dil dukhta hai keh you ne aisa kiya. "Acha Sila Diya Tu Ne Anamz Ke Pyar Kaaa...Buddy Ne Hee Loot Liya Card Yaar Kaaa..." [P]