Business is business

This is a scene from a class of 13year-olds in a Catholic School.

A teacher said to the students,"I'll give Rs.100 to the child who can tell me who was the most respected man, whom people loved and considered God, who ever lived to be worshiped by the mankind."

A Gujarati boy put his hand up and said, "It was Lord Krishna."

The teacher said, "Sorry, that's not correct."

Then, a Sikh boy put his hand up and said, "It was Guru Nanak."

The teacher replied, "I'm sorry, that's not right either."

Then, a Maharashtrian boy raised his hand and said, "It was Sai Baba."
The teacher replied, "Again, that's not the answer."

Finally, a Muslim boy raised his hand and said, "The man was Jesus Christ."

The teacher said, "That's absolutely right, my dear, come up here and I'll give you the prize."

As the teacher was giving the boy his money, she said, "You know my child, since you are Muslim, I was very surprised you said Jesus Christ."

The boy replied, "Yes, in my heart I knew it was Allah, but
Business is Business!"

I went to a party Mom,
I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom,
So I drank soda instead.

I really felt proud inside, Mom,
The way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom,
Even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, Mom,
I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
As everyone is driving out of sight.

As I got into my car, Mom,
I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me,
So responsible and sweet.

I started to drive away, Mom,
But as I pulled out into the road,
The other car didn't see me, Mom,
And hit me like a load.

As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,
I hear the policeman say,
"The other guy is drunk," Mom,
And now I'm the one who will pay.

I'm lying here dying, Mom….
I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom?
My life just burst like a balloon.

There is blood all around me, Mom,
And most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom,
I'll die in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom.
The others didn't think.

He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank
And I will die.

Why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now.
Pains just like a knife.

The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
And I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying
And all he can do is stare.

Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.
Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom,
Put "Mama's Boy" on my grave.

Someone should have told him, Mom,
Not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom,
I would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom.
I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom.
When I needed you, you were always there.

I have one last question, Mom.
Before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive,
So why am I the one to die?

tired of being a nice guy...

neither am i fun loving...
nor am i helpful.....
im very insensitive to other people`s problems...
im a very cruel guy.....
im a pathological liar...
im jobless till... till i find a job....
im a backbiter...
i like to see chicken being slaughtered...
i like to shoot pigeons...
i drive rashly...
i like to drive over pugs n puppies...
i finger-salute other drivers...
i loathe people pretending to be immaculate...
i like to pester people...
im rude to children...
i play loud music at night to bug my neighbors...
i hate puritans...
i have wicked thoughts...
i spread rumours abt all my frnds....
i create misunderstandings......
im tired of being a good boy...
i yell at old people.....
i make fun of my teachers...
in short "im a horrible person"....