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joined a grp on fcebook-"I can speak Manglish..and it's a language!" laughing non-stop@the very manglish phrases there.My tyre no flower! :D
brek2 no eat..tyre no flower **copy paste from fb's friend comment. **thank you lah sa ketawa and hilang stress haha
Word of the day ari ni yg aku dengar 'I brake-brake the car but don't eat, I see the tyre no flower'HAHAHAAAAA...JAJAL
on funglish (funny + english) - funglish no.1 - sorry boss, break no eat, tyre no flower. funglish no.2 -... http://tumblr.com/xlp192crs2
RT @RexCheok: My car tyre no flower & no bi lek.. LOL! Canot go genting anymore..
i still remember when zaw n jann alwys said "the brake dont eat because the tyre no flower". Hahah. Translate it to malay. Hahah.
I hits someone car, my break not eat because my tyre have no flower..😅
I look look at tyre no flower. Eat modal again. Hukhuk 😭😭😭
@rawmill816 I break break, no eat. I see the tyre, no flower. 😁
i study no high , english no good. the car cut the car , tyre no flower .
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What was it like to grow up in India in the 1990s?
Some more which I used to do Bamboo gun for holi & with fruits, ( Top bamboo is hollow one with bottom one works as a punch for fruits or water) 2. ,Slate and chalk upto std 3 3. ,Rolling cycle tyre with stick 4. ,Trading matchbox front and back panel, ( we used to collect the front and back of matchbox and trade it like money while playing marbles) 5. ,Bindi and roll caps crackers 6. ,Two nutbolts & one elastic for bindi crackers ,( Just place one section of rollcaps or bindi cracker in between these two bolts with an elastic tied inbetween and hit on wall or ground) 7. ,Monkey Cycling, (In villages we weren’t having fancy kids cycles, so we used to ride 24inch cycles with one hand on handle, one on seat, and ride from left side with one leg on left paddle and another from the barrier to right.) 8. ,Five Stones 9. ,Holi colours from Palash Flower and Bark ,(Hot Water, Herbal, Good smell & Coloured water.) 10. ,Shingara Fruit, (Water chestnuts),, Manila Tamarind,, ,Sour Gooseberry,, ,Mulberry, after school 11, ,Experiencing 6 seasons with clean changing, ,climate ,(Grishma/Summer, Shravana/Monsoon, Sharad/Atumn, Hemant/Fall, Shishir/Winter, Vasant/Spring) 12. ,Using 10 Paise, 20 Paise, 25 Paise, for pepsi toffee, cocacola toffee, marbles 13. ,Remember Reynolds Pen,. I remember scrapping other letters making it ,INDIA,, and the way it used to define gender while using Fine Carbure vs Jetter for boys vs girls resp. (parents you know). Red pen was like a Sword for us when for one hour. We used to feel king when teacher was giving us opportunity to correct some answer papers on behalf ( I know illegal but we were kids of 1–5std.) 14. ,Boat using Banana Trunk, aka ,Bhela,(Me with my friends used to go for bath, fishing, pond rafting most days using this built by us which is easy to use & fun) 15: ,Two friends, Three works at a time, (Put your cycle on stand at river coast, pedalling exercise, cleaning of cycle, bathing from back tyre splash). I couldn’t find any image for showcasing, but this is how it works. Taking bath with tyre water splash. 16: ,When we hadn’t movie theatres near our village, (There used to actors performing opera/jatra/mancha from different states/districts coming to our place every quarter month to depict documentaries, actions, almost all genres like Dasyurani Phulon Devi (bangali), Suna Harini (odia) and a lot from different committees like Gananath Gananatya, Shibani Gananatya, Eastern Red) Note,: Images copied from public search engines. No self copyrights. Please inform if you own. I’ll feel happy if you have also experienced some of them & letting me know. These are my own experiences. Images won’t describe most.
What is the most Indian thing ever?
On 8th of October 2019, the defence minister of India Rajnath Singh formally received the first RAFALE fighter jet made for the Indian Air Force in France. He himself performed Shastra puja on the jet on the occasion of vijaya dashami. He was seen making the ,OM ,symbol on the body of the aircraft with ,sindoor,(vermillion),. Puja was performed by offering ,coconut and flowers at the roof of the aircraft. And at the last the most Indian thing he did was that he ,placed two lemons beneath the tyres of the RAFALE jet. So, its true said that Indians never forget their traditions and sanskaar. And I think ,this is the most Indian thing ever. Image source: Google Thanks✍️
Has solving a mystery ever made your jaw drop?
The Mystery Behind a Car Crash It niggled at my mind for months, and my jaw dropped when I found out why (Photo by ,Conor Samuel, on ,Unsplash,) “Inspector, could you come out to my location, please.” I checked my watch, it was 4 am. I rubbed my tired eyes and reached for my jacket. Our city by-pass is a long straight road with a roundabout near the south side. A traffic cop had spotted tyre marks on the middle of the roundabout, he’d passed there about an hour before and felt sure they weren’t there then. So, it can’t have long happened. The roundabout had a raised bed, flowers in its centre. The tracks entered at 7 o’clock and exited at 11 o’clock — straight out the other side. A car had left the two-mile stretch of straight road without any deviation. “Okay, so we’ve got a car that ran over a flowerbed.” The traffic cop pointed out there were no skid marks leading up to the roundabout. Then he dragged me to the opposite side. A kerb ran around the circumference. This time there were tyre marks, two short black marks where the car had struck the kerb and crumbled it to rubble. I looked at the traffic cop and he looked at me. He said what I was thinking, “It must have been travelling at a hell of a rate of knots.” Beyond the kerb, the land dropped away, about twenty feet. Into the darkness. A sea of silver birches swayed in the wind. “Have you searched down there?” The traffic cop had one of those powerful Maglite torches. He’d walked the 100 yards up the side of the road and back down again, concentrating his torch on the forest floor and found nothing. I wandered up the side of the road too, looking, listening and also nothing, other than an odour of petrol. We went back to look at the evidence again. This time I went to the entrance to the roundabout and followed the line of the tyre tracks. The line matched the tracks on the flowerbed and the ones on the kerb. I didn’t get it. The car must be in the wood. That kind of damage to the kerb doesn’t happen unless you hit it with a compelling force. A wrecking ball would have caused less damage. The car couldn’t have stopped, it had to have gone into the trees. I walked the line. From the entrance to the roundabout, across the flowerbed and stood on the damaged kerb looking into the thick woods. Then I spotted it. A broken branch. Not on the floor of the forest but at my eye level. Then another behind it. I grabbed the torch and pointed it straight ahead, into the canopy. There were several broken branches and then a flash of silver, not from a tree but the back end of a car. We clambered down the bank and walked into the forest. There above us was a silver Vauxhall, suspended in the trees. It had lodged itself between two larger trees and the others had sprung back to conceal it. Shit, that thing must have been travelling. “Hello,” I shouted, “Is there anyone in there?” “Yes,” a male voice. The traffic officer and I shared another glance, eyes wide. “Is there anyone else in the car?” “No.” “Are you hurt,” I asked. “No, I’m fine.” And to prove it, he opened his door, squeezed out and dropped to the ground. He brushed himself down and gave us a shrug. A guy about 40, smart suit trousers, collared shirt and burgundy jumper. Neither up nor down. “I’m sorry, Sir,” said the traffic cop pointing to the guy’s car, “,you can’t park there.,” The three of us burst out laughing, as much out relief as at the joke. I called an ambulance, as a precaution. Got the driver to sit in my car while we waited. Asked him what happened. “I was out for a drive and didn’t see the roundabout, next thing I’m in the trees.” “You must have been going at some speed to end up there?” He kinda nodded and hung his head. I presumed he was keen not to get himself into trouble. There was damage to the kerb, so it was a reportable accident but nobody would bother about it — the council didn’t actually fix it for years. We got him to blow into a breathalyser, and he got a green light. He didn’t seem high or spaced out. He seemed like a decent guy. He had a driving licence and insurance. His car had an MOT and it was taxed. He wasn’t on our records, not even a speeding charge to his name. He said he was a salesman, that was about it. He was reluctant to talk about himself, which I took to be through his embarrassment. The ambulance arrived and the paramedics gave him a clean bill of health. Before the traffic cop left, I asked him to mention it to his day-shift sergeant and see if an accident investigator could have a look. I only wanted an estimate of the speed the guy was doing. I didn’t need a full accident investigation, there was no point. I was just curious. “If they are busy, don’t worry about it.” I went back to rubbing my eyes in my office, in between writing the nightshift log and checking reports. It was four weeks on the rota before I was back working the nightshift. I’d thought about the guy and his flying car many times. Something niggled in the back of my head. I mean, the guy was local, so he must have known the road. He would know there was a roundabout there. Had he fallen asleep and slammed on his accelerator? He never said why he was out driving at that time of the morning. An affair, maybe? How the hell were they going to recover his car? It wasn’t my problem, that was up to his insurance company but I did wonder. I went out for a drive and stopped at the roundabout. The car was still there, lodged securely in the trees. Clearly, the company given the job of recovering it weren’t sure how they were going to extricate it either. Six months later, the traffic cop knocked on my office door. “Remember the car in the trees, Inspector?” “How could I forget? Did we ever get an estimate of its speed?” “Yeah, our sergeant had a look and guessed he must have been doing anywhere between 110 and 130.” “Wow! That guy is lucky to be alive.” “That’s why I popped in, Inspector. He isn’t lucky anymore. His wife found him hanging from his attic this morning. He’s dead.” EDIT: There have been a few comments re my description of the car entering the roundabout at 7 o’clock and leaving at 11 o’clock. My bad. It was probably more like 7.30 and 10.30 and I clearly didn’t explain it well enough. Just to clarify here’s a diagram.
What was the most outrageous thing that happened at a funeral?
At my beloved mother in law’s funeral, one of the funeral directors came to the door and had a swastika tattoo right in the middle of his forehead, like Charles Manson! He wasn’t to know that we weren’t Jewish and I think that it’s deeply offensive in any case. He could have covered it with a spot plaster or a small dab of concealer, but no, I answered the door to him and was shocked beyond belief. At my grandmother’s funeral, she weighed 21 stone (nearly 300 pounds and was only 4’11”!) then there was a magnificent floral arrangement that ran the length of her coffin, plus the weight of the coffin itself. Seeing the four pallbearers moaning and groaning as they tried to lift this weight was hysterical. At my stepmother’s dad’s funeral, (my step-grandfather, I guess.) the priest had one of those silver holy water spraying devices that looks like a baby’s rattle. He was so enthusiastically flinging holy water over the coffin that on the back stroke, water was coming out as well, spraying all over his son’s bald head so that he had to wipe it dry. We all had a good giggle at that. Finally, at my own father’s funeral, my much younger half sister decided that in addition to the multitude of flowers that had been ordered “DAD” etc, that she would like another flower arrangement, in the form of a white floral pillow with a red floral “L” in the middle for “Learner”, as my dad had been a driving instructor in life. We said “sure, if you want to do that, go ahead.” Come the settling of his affairs, she only charged the price of this extra floral arrangement to the estate! When we’d said “go ahead”, we presumed that it was an extra that ,she, wanted and was going to pay for. It was only £60 and the four of us inherited £39K each, but it certainly irritated the rest of us, because there were already more than enough flowers. That money could have gone to charity! Also, during his life, my little sister used to pretend that he wasn’t her dad to other people, due to his age. She would say he was her granddad instead. That didn’t stop her poncing off of him though… her car needs new tyres; dad paid, she needed the car serviced; dad paid, her insurance premiums were too high for her after an accident; dad put her on his insurance. Lastly, on the anniversary of my eldest sister’s death, she posted on Facebook about “My big sister who I think about all the time… etc” The only trouble with this is that Karen died 15 years before my little sister was ever born! She never knew her and has only ever seen photos of her! Talk about attention seeking!
What are some of the rules in Gully cricket?
The rules of Galli cricket are that there are no rules. No rules you say, but we’ll make them- No stumps needed, anything, ,a chair, cycle, door, even a tyre would do, or we’ll just draw them, (there would be fights over it hit the stumps or not, sometimes marks made by ball were said as proof) It’s so difficult to catch, no problem, ,one tip one hand out, law of equivalent exchange*, huh! A new lbw, ,whole leg out,, whether before wicket or not, harsh no? He’s just leaving all balls now, how will he get out, no problem, ,consecutive 3 balls miss out! Have to remember which part of the walls reward how many runs, maybe left side gets more runs than right. Owner of ball or bat is GOD,. One who gets to bowl first gets batting last, and retired hurt is used more often than any international match. There are many things not to hit, Sharmaji’s new car, Hitler’s window or your own home’s flower pot, to stay safe. But most important of all rules is that, even if there are fights during the match, everyone become friends at the end of the day. I hope you’ve played such insane and mind-blowing cricket, if not, then well you’ve missed something. *For law of equivalent exchange refer awesome anime ,Fullmetal Alchemist,. Thanks for reading, Manas Rawat
What makes you sad about people living in India?
Are you new to the city and searching for a police station? Here is a simple trick. Find out these abandoned, dusty vehicles on the road side footpath. The police station would be with in 100 mts. The below images are few examples.. According to replies to an RTI petition filed by NGO with Chennai police, there are 1,949 two-wheelers stacked inside police stations across T Nagar (497), Mylapore (140), Adyar (538), Triplicane (172) and Pulianthope (602). Anna Nagar police district did not give the figures, while Flower Bazaar, Washermanpet and Kilpauk districts have not responded to the query. Individual police stations like Pulianthope (94), Vyasarpadi (103), Kodungaiyur (88), Virugambakkam (97) have around 100 vehicles piled up on their premises. Registration plates of some of these two-wheelers are long gone. In the resulting irony, policemen and visitors are forced to park their vehicles outside the station premises causing traffic snarls. The above is just a case of a small part of city in India. Just imagine the number for the whole country. These vehicles are either abandoned or met with an accident and seized by the police. Our lengthy and cumbersome judicial system takes years to pass a judgment. By this time, they will be stagnant and useless. It can be understood, if the vehicle met with an accident. Most of the vehicles are stolen and caught by police or abandoned for some reasons which were not claimed because of legal costs (bribing in many cases) may exceed cost of the vehicle. I daily watch the vehicles that were in the police station. First the battery will be stolen. The front tyre, next the back tyre. Few suggestions to get rid of these.. The police should take some initiative and put a time limit, say for 6 months, to claim the vehicles. Build a friendly app, similar to Google’s people pooling app.. with two inputs,, ‘A police found a vehicle,’ and, ‘I lost my vehicle’. ,An algorithm to match these two. Time limit should be 6 months. They can be used in a better way like renting on daily basis or auction after 6 months. With increasing online shopping, these two wheelers can help some one in needy and generate employment as delivery boys. All that the police need is a small intention and initiation. If they don't have time, at least outsource the task to some organization. A common garage away from the city to park these vehicles. These vehicles are causing.. Occupying valuable parking space and forcing others to park on road. Water inside the cars are the source of dengue. Assets with non performance and under-utilization of resources. Forcing someone to buy a new vehicle, thus increasing the demand and price. Making city look dirty and a hurdle to Swachh Bharat Mission. This is what makes me sad when I pass by a police station daily. Edit,: Thank you ,Sunil B N, for escalating the issue to PMO..
If a police officer lives in my neighborhood and I have been robbed can I go directly to the officer or do I call the police?
This has happened to me once and I can tell you I didn’t appreciate it one bit and could not assist in the slightest. It’s also happened to one of my colleagues and he gave the same response. If you go straight to the police officer’s house to ‘report a robbery’ then you can’t complain if I am out, busy, asleep, drunk or having my dinner. I had a neighbour that had never spoken to me before (or since as it happens) that starting banging on my back door (not my front, he decided a rear entry was best via my garden) while I was bathing my kids who were toddlers at the time. I had no idea who he was, and this coupled with his incredibly strong Norfolk accent made me wonder if the town idiot was paying a visit (that might have been the case anyway). I was quite accommodating, thinking something serious had happened. After about 10 minutes of him ranting on at me and me having to tease out the detail from him I worked out what his issue was - he had found a tyre mark across one of his flower beds on his front garden and wanted to report it as a criminal damage to his garden (bike tyre, not car tyre). I can’t recall what I said but the conversation was quite short after that, mostly along the lines of telling him to call the local police - I don’t even work that county. My colleague had one of his neighbours, who has never liked him apparently, demand that he come away from his dinner (day off, with then wife, normal stuff) and take details of a burglary. At the time he lived about half a mile from the nick and it would actually take the same time for this neighbour to just walk to the station to report it. No report was taken, he was told to do the same thing. We don’t have statement forms, exhibit bags, latex gloves, crime reports, handcuffs, radios or anything else at home - why would we? These are work supplies. Yes, we will jump out and assist something urgent, I have outside my front door many years ago. But we will not be taking that report or starting enquiries there and then. That’s now, but here is the exception that used to be quite normal. County forces had police houses, properties owned and rented to police officers for that area, many of these had a small ‘front counter’ to take exactly the sort of reports this question suggests. This was in the days when most people didn’t have a phone in their home, police radios were just sets in the car (sometimes) and computers and fax machines were just a graduate’s drunken ponderings or the stuff of cheesy sci-fi films. I knew an ex-copper that had lived in one of those places and his wife often had to take the reports if he was out, most days they had to look after roaming sheep that were found and brought to them for the farmers to collect. I think his garden must have been eaten down to the soil from all the woolly guests they kept being given. Those days are long gone now.
How would we go about stopping the spread of the Zika virus in the US?
The ,Zika, virus is not a new entity, contrary to some publicity. It was first described in the 1940s, but because it has until recently ,not, been associated with a severe human disease condition, it has stayed relatively unnoticed in the large category of "arthropod-borne viral diseases". It is estimated that 1 in 5 (20%) of infected persons actually develop the symptoms, which would include a rash, joint pain, and temperature. But recent strong associations with developmental defects in the human fetus has brought it into the spotlight. ,Zika ,is a Flavivirus, and its insect vector is the problem. It is transmitted by the ,Aedes, mosquitoes, in most cases, ,A. aegypti ,and ,A. albopictus,. These names may seem familiar. This particularly aggressive mosquito, the Asian tiger mosquito, is a day-time biter, and has become supremely adapted to living with humans, in the immediate vicinity of villages, with the inevitable empty containers, old tyres, rainwater tanks, wet vegetation, and miscellaneous 'junk' where a few drops of rain or dew can collect. Small flower pots in cemeteries have been found to be an undisturbed haven for the breeding of this mosquito. Should the water dry up, the eggs will enter a period of suspended animation, and resume developing when rain creates another pool. This happens even on tarpaulins on the deck cargo of a ship en route to another port, and becomes one of the ways the mosquito can journey to other lands in warm climates. This mosquito is no stranger to public health. It was first identified in connection with one of the great epidemics of history: ,Yellow fever,, caused by another Flavivirus (which is still endemic in much of the globe between latitude 15'N and 10'S). The same mosquito is the vector for ,Dengue fever,, which has spread to, and is endemic in, much of southern and southeastern Asia, the Pacific, sub-Saharan Africa, and Latin America. ,Chikungunya fever ,has spread in a few years from the Indian Ocean region to much of the rest of the tropical world, both east and west thanks to the ,Aedes, mosquitoes. ,Zika, fever is the fourth viral disease spread by courtesy of the same obliging insect vector, and already you have some idea how difficult it will be to control Zika fever, when we have not been able to satisfactorily control this mosquito's success at spreading, surviving, breeding, biting, and transmitting so many other human diseases. Of course, campaigns to clean up areas around dwellings, removing tyres, cutting vegetation, and getting people to use repellant will help- a little. Biological controls on a large scale may disrupt the breeding success; vaccination - in due course - may provide some protection for those who can be vaccinated, but long-term eradication is unlikely. These are still early days into the era when we are beginning to identify the role of this viral agent in fetal developmental damage. Control of the vector will be an important step. I recently had reports from a colleague in Nepal, who reported ,Aedes, mosquitoes at altitudes never before recorded in that country. Climate change will make the struggle more difficult.
Do Israelis oppose their government's actions against Palestinians?
Not to the extent that people outside of Israel do, because our news reports things differently. Outside Israel this is what Gaza protestors look like, the Brahami Bunch. Old man, Old woman, hacker, two kids, two women, a green alien, and one scary arab guy who can’t be that bad because there are flowers in his tyre. Inside Israel, this is what Gaza looks like: Tens of thousands of people, and a handful of soldiers. What happens if they get past that fence and sneak into an Israeli town? What if some are armed? What will happen to anyone we send to try and repair the fence they are damaging? As for riot equipment, you may note that the Brahami bunch is well equipped against tear gas. So we see a picture different to the ideal one shown to the rest of the world. The Hollywood Pallywood picture Hamas wants you to see: We are going to March to Al Aksa, bring your best shoes! [I bet we even got blamed for whoever she hit with that rock] So we have a different view, and on the whole support our governments action which we believe more than the international media’s portrayal of the situation. Source: Google images
Should kids regularly play OUTSIDE? I remember catching fireflies & grasshoppers, digging tunnels, climbing trees, picking flowers, making friends, lying down to watch the clouds or stars, observing & listening to birds, watching ants building, etc.
Tell me, what do you see in the following image? If you said “rope, pallet, tyres, sticks” you wouldn’t be ,wrong ,- you’d just be a boring old adult (boo). Personally, I see: A car to transport you and your chums around the world. A tree swing. The beginnings of a den, using the sticks, pallet and tyres. Or a castle, piling the tires up round the pallet, with a turret at the corner. An island in the middle of a sea, fighting off invaders with swords. A pirate ship, with the tyres as portholes. A lift (using a handily available tree, rope and pallet). A mario-esque game in which someone rolls the tyre downhill toward you as you try to dodge them. That’s what children I’ve worked with have seen in and done with those objects. And it’s amazing for their development. Building the lift required teamwork. That pallet is heavy for ,me,, let alone children, so they had to work together to move it to where they wanted it. It required creativity and problem solving;, how on earth do we get it attached to the tree?, It required risk assessing: o,k, now that it’s up, how many people can go on it at a time before it breaks? Can I stand on it while someone lifts me up or is it too wobbly for that? Making the car required creativity and a certain amount of drive (ahem). ,What should it look like? How many wheels? What can we use as seats? ,Playing with it, as they drove round the world, was a lesson in Geography as well as listening and taking turns. The real life Mario game required dexterity, eye and leg coordination, the ability to judge a moving object’s speed and direction. Now what do you see in this picture? A rolling meadow on which to stroll of a Sunday afternoon? Yeah, me too. But I also see a chance to pencil roll. And then, when I’m down, to rolly-polly back up and just lie on the ground, upside down. Or attempt to pencil roll back up.* Why? Because as a child-like adult, it’s a heck of a lot of fun. Children need to laugh. As do we. Playing outside is ,fun,. Digging in the mud, making bug hotels (links handily with their ‘bugs’ topic in school), watching the critters. We were made to laugh and life was given to us to enjoy. We should teach children that! When I wrote about the pallets, ropes, tyres and sticks I said ‘required.’ That’s only a half-truth. Loose parts play (loosely defined as play with old junk - it gets more technical than that) provides ample opportunity to teach children these skills, by helping them through the process of risk assessment, asking them “what’re the dangers here? what could we do to make it safer?” In an age where many are inside playing by themselves or on consoles or with the latest expensive gadget, many children don’t have these skills. They’re ,so ,important: The ability to distinguish danger from a benign threat. The ability to get back up when something isn’t working right, and try a different way. The ability to work in a team. The ability to be bold and try an idea out. How many times a day do we use those skills? If we want children to thrive, we need to help them develop those skills. Loose parts really helps that. You don’t even need objects. Here’s a den I found in Wimbledon Common, casually thrown together by the path. No, I didn’t see the Wombles. *Yes, I have done this in public with friends. Yes, we do get odd looks from other adults, especially (weirdly) parents. So, emphatically ,yes,: children ought to play outside as often as they are able. It’s changed; nowadays you wouldn’t dream of letting them roam free, depending on where you live (my neighbours’ kids do, for we’re in a safe area). But supervising such play is no hardship.
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