Romil's Online Box...

Customer : Waiter, there's a dead beetle in my soup. 
Waiter : Yes sir, they are not very good swimmers. 


Customer : Waiter, there's a fly in my soup. 
Waiter : That's all right sir, he won't drink much. 


Customer : Waiter, there's a fly swimming in my soup. 
Waiter : So what do you expect me to do, call a lifeguard? 


Customer : Waiter, what's the meaning of this fly in my tea up? 
Waiter : I wouldn't know sir, I'm a waiter, not a fortune teller. 


Customer : Waiter, this soup tastes funny. 
Waiter : Funny? But then why aren't you laughing?

About me: I think I am changing the world, but I am not. I think I am 
contributing to the Indian economy, but I guess I am not. I think I love my 
work, but I do not. I think I hate all people who made me earn my 
engineering degree, and I do. I think I am living, but and most importantly, 
I am LOOKING for someone to make me live !! Ok...I won't be funny anymore. I 
am a cool guy with a zeal to enjoy life (For all those who know me--> "Just 
stop laughing!!")


Relationship status : what? 


Birthday : The day my PL is about to fire me. 


Age : 10111 
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Here for: web browsing in company hours.


Children : can't be (hey, don't get me wrong here!!)


Ethnicity : Programmer. 


Languages I speak : Java, C/C++, 010101110101


Religion: I get holidays on all religious festivals, so I love all religions.


Political view : the guy sitting beside me is a pig!!

Humor : weekly....


Fashion: Ask my company HR. Btw, I like jeans, t-shirt and a cross-bag


Smoking: The second greatest pleasure on the earth.


Drinking : The first is this.


Pets: Yeah, my PL looks like a dog. 



Living: Cummon, this is a stupid one. How can this be asked to a software 
engineer? Believe me, I am living!!


Hometown : My company (Oh God! Please bring my appraiser to this page)


Webpage: naukri.com, jobsahead.com – Isn't it Ultimate??? 


Passions: searching for the cheapest pub around, cursing my company, looking 
for other company, remembering my good old college days, worrying about my future.


Sports: quake, CS (Counter Strike), computer chess.


Activities: Are you crazy?


Books: "How to lose weight in 20 days?", "How to live a happy life?", "101 ways to attract a girl", "Java Unleashed", "C++ at your footsteps", Others censored


Music: Metallica, Pink Floyd, Nirvana, ACDC, and anything depressing.


Tv shows : can't afford one.


Cuisines : Bread Butter, Maggi, anything available within 200 meteres of my cubicle
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Santa was having trouble with his computer. So he called Sanju, the 11 year old next door, whose bedroom looks like Mission Control and asked him to come over. Sanju clicked a couple of buttons and solved the problem. 

As he was walking away, Santa called after him, 'So, what was wrong? He replied, "It was an ID ten T error."

Santa didn't want to appear stupid, but nonetheless inquired, "An, ID ten T error? What's that? In case I need to fix it again."

Sanju grinned.... "Haven't you ever heard of an ID ten T error before?"

"No," Santa replied."Write it down," he said, "and I think you'll figure it out." 

So Santa wrote down: I D 1 0 T

Two babies were sitting in their cribs, when one baby shouted to the other, "Are you a little girl or a little boy?"
 

"I don't know," replied the other baby giggling.
 
"What do you mean, you don't know?" said the first baby.
 
"I mean I don't know how to tell the difference," was the reply.
 
"Well, I do," said the first baby chuckling, "I'll climb into your crib and find out."
 
He carefully maneuvered himself into the other baby's crib, then quickly disappeared beneath the blankets.
 
After a couple of minutes, he resurfaced with a big grin on his face.
 
"You're a little girl, and I'm a little boy," he said proudly.
 
"You're ever so clever," cooed the baby girl, "but how can you tell ?"
 
"It's quite easy really," replied the baby boy,
 
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"You've got pink socks and I've got blue ones."
 
SHAME ON YOU, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?

A husband and wife are sitting quietly in bed reading when the Wife looks over at him and asks the question.... 

WIFE: "What would you do if I died? Would you get married again?" 

HUSBAND: "Definitely not!" 

WIFE: "Why not? Don't you like being married?" 

HUSBAND: "Of course I do." 

WIFE: "Then why wouldn't you remarry?" 

HUSBAND: "Okay, okay, I'd get married again. " 

WIFE: "You would?" (with a hurt look) 

HUSBAND: (makes audible groan) 

WIFE: "Would you live in our house?" 

HUSBAND: "Sure, it's a great house." 

WIFE: "Would you sleep with her in our bed?" 

HUSBAND: "Where else would we sleep?" 

WIFE: "Would you let her drive my car?" 

HUSBAND: "Probably, it is almost new." 

WIFE: "Would you replace my pictures with hers?" 

HUSBAND: "That would seem like the proper thing to do." 

WIFE: "Would you give her my jewelry?" 

HUSBAND: "No, I'm sure she'd want her own." 

WIFE: "Would she use my golf clubs?" 

HUSBAND: "No, she's left-handed. " 

WIFE: -- silence -- 

HUSBAND: "shit.."