Friday, September 23, 2005
Hospital Windows (Good Story ..)
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.
And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it forhimself.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
Friday, September 16, 2005
tanhaiii
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ek pal ka ehsaas bankar aatey ho tum,
dusrey pal khushboo ban kar ud jaate ho tum,
jaantey ho tanhaiyon se darr lagta hai humein..
phir bhi humein tanha chod jaate ho tum..
---Tanha Dil
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ek pal ka ehsaas bankar aatey ho tum,
dusrey pal khushboo ban kar ud jaate ho tum,
jaantey ho tanhaiyon se darr lagta hai humein..
phir bhi humein tanha chod jaate ho tum..
---Tanha Dil
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Darr
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Gunaah karke sazaa se darte hai,
Zeher peekar dawaa se darte hai..
Dushmano se sitam ka khouf nahi..
hum to doston ki vafaa se darte hain
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Gunaah karke sazaa se darte hai,
Zeher peekar dawaa se darte hai..
Dushmano se sitam ka khouf nahi..
hum to doston ki vafaa se darte hain
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Thursday, September 15, 2005
NON-VIOLENT PARENTING: An episode in reverse psychology
Dr. Arun Gandhi, grandson of Mahatma Gandhi and founder of the M.K.Gandhi
Institute for Non-violence, in his June 9 lecture at the University of Puerto Rico,
shared the following story as an example of"non-violence in parenting":
"I was 16 years old and living with my parents at the institute my grandfather
had founded 18 miles outside of Durban, South Africa, in the middle of the sugar
plantations. We were deep in the country and had no neighbors, so my two sisters
and I would always look forward to going to town to visit friends or go to the movies.
One day, my father asked me to drive him to town for an all-day conference, and I
jumped at the chance. Since I was going to town, my mother gave me a list of groceries
she needed and, since I had all day in town, my father ask me to take care of several
pending chores, such as getting the car serviced. When I dropped my father off that
morning, he said, 'I will meet you here at 5:00 p.m., and we will go home together.'
After hurriedly completing my chores, I went straight to the nearest movie theatre.
I got so engrossed in a John Wayne double-feature that I forgot the time. It was 5:30
before I remembered. By the time I ran to the garage and got the car and hurried to
where my father was waiting for me, it was almost 6:00.
He anxiously asked me, 'Why were you late?' I was so ashamed of telling him I was
watching a John Wayne western movie that I said, 'The car wasn't ready, so I had to
wait,' not realizing that he had already called the garage. When he caught me in the lie,
he said: 'There's something wrong in the way I brought you up that didn't give you the confidence to tell me the truth. In order to figure out where I went wrong with you,
I'm going to walk home 18 miles and think about it.'
So, dressed in his suit and dress shoes, he began to walk home in the dark on mostly
unpaved, unlit roads. I couldn't leave him, so for five-and-a-half hours I drove behind
him, watching my father go through this agony for a stupid lie that I uttered.
I decided then and there that I was never going to lie again. I often think about that
episode and wonder, if he had punished me the way we punish our children, whether
I would have learned a lesson at all. I don't think so. I would have suffered the
punishment and gone on doing the same thing. But this single non-violent action was
so powerful that it is still as if it happened yesterday. That is the power of non-violence."
Institute for Non-violence, in his June 9 lecture at the University of Puerto Rico,
shared the following story as an example of"non-violence in parenting":
"I was 16 years old and living with my parents at the institute my grandfather
had founded 18 miles outside of Durban, South Africa, in the middle of the sugar
plantations. We were deep in the country and had no neighbors, so my two sisters
and I would always look forward to going to town to visit friends or go to the movies.
One day, my father asked me to drive him to town for an all-day conference, and I
jumped at the chance. Since I was going to town, my mother gave me a list of groceries
she needed and, since I had all day in town, my father ask me to take care of several
pending chores, such as getting the car serviced. When I dropped my father off that
morning, he said, 'I will meet you here at 5:00 p.m., and we will go home together.'
After hurriedly completing my chores, I went straight to the nearest movie theatre.
I got so engrossed in a John Wayne double-feature that I forgot the time. It was 5:30
before I remembered. By the time I ran to the garage and got the car and hurried to
where my father was waiting for me, it was almost 6:00.
He anxiously asked me, 'Why were you late?' I was so ashamed of telling him I was
watching a John Wayne western movie that I said, 'The car wasn't ready, so I had to
wait,' not realizing that he had already called the garage. When he caught me in the lie,
he said: 'There's something wrong in the way I brought you up that didn't give you the confidence to tell me the truth. In order to figure out where I went wrong with you,
I'm going to walk home 18 miles and think about it.'
So, dressed in his suit and dress shoes, he began to walk home in the dark on mostly
unpaved, unlit roads. I couldn't leave him, so for five-and-a-half hours I drove behind
him, watching my father go through this agony for a stupid lie that I uttered.
I decided then and there that I was never going to lie again. I often think about that
episode and wonder, if he had punished me the way we punish our children, whether
I would have learned a lesson at all. I don't think so. I would have suffered the
punishment and gone on doing the same thing. But this single non-violent action was
so powerful that it is still as if it happened yesterday. That is the power of non-violence."
Kahaani may TWIST..............
One day a man was having a conversation with god when his whole lifeflashed before
his eyes as a series of footsteps on the sands of time. Hesaw that there were two pairs
of footprints, but during the most difficultperiods of his life there were only one set of
footprints. He asked god"You said you will be with me throughout this journey, but why
have youdeserted me during the most critical times of my life??" to which god answered
"Son, I did not desert you, I was always with you...you see onlyone set of footprints
because during those difficult times in your life, I was carrying you"
THIS MUST BE KNOWN TO U...............
NOW CHECK THIS OUT............
Another day a Engineer was having a similar conversation with his PMwhen his whole
project flashed before his eyes as a series of footsteps onthe sands of time. He saw that
there were two pairs of footprints, butduring the most difficult times in the project there
were only one set offootprints. He asked his PM "You said you will be with me throughout theproject, but why have you deserted me during the most critical times oftheproject??"
to which the PM answered "Son, I did not desert you, I wasalways with you...you see only
one set of footprints because during thosedifficult times, I was sitting on your head!!"
his eyes as a series of footsteps on the sands of time. Hesaw that there were two pairs
of footprints, but during the most difficultperiods of his life there were only one set of
footprints. He asked god"You said you will be with me throughout this journey, but why
have youdeserted me during the most critical times of my life??" to which god answered
"Son, I did not desert you, I was always with you...you see onlyone set of footprints
because during those difficult times in your life, I was carrying you"
THIS MUST BE KNOWN TO U...............
NOW CHECK THIS OUT............
Another day a Engineer was having a similar conversation with his PMwhen his whole
project flashed before his eyes as a series of footsteps onthe sands of time. He saw that
there were two pairs of footprints, butduring the most difficult times in the project there
were only one set offootprints. He asked his PM "You said you will be with me throughout theproject, but why have you deserted me during the most critical times oftheproject??"
to which the PM answered "Son, I did not desert you, I wasalways with you...you see only
one set of footprints because during thosedifficult times, I was sitting on your head!!"
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Tanha
Ye dil aaj itna tanha kyun hai
kisi ko chah kar bhi akala kyun hai
shayad unko es chahat ka ehsas nahi
mere dil ke dariya ki unhe pyaas nahi
koi kisi ko pyaar mein majboor nahi kar sakta
pyaar ka ehsaas, dard to toota dil hi samajh sakta hain
duniya mein hamesha dil kyun toot te hain
pyaar karne wale aapas mein kyun roothte hain
roothe huin log ek doosre ko kyun tadpate hain
chooti si zindagi mein kyun rulate hain
Es tanha zindagi mein jab bhi koi saathi aata hain
kuch pal ke liye zindagi ho jaati hain haseen
un sapno, khawabo mein ho jaata hun main leen
kintu yeh khawab kuch pal ke mehmaan hote hain
pehle koore khwabo ko rangeen sapno se saajate hain
phir unhi khawabo ko sheeshe ki tarah tod jaata hain
kab tak aisi zindagi jeeta rahonga mai
unhi toote hua khawabo ko seeta rahonga mai
jabki mere dil ko yeh yakeen hain wo khawab nahi the mere
jisme sajaye the maine wo sapne sunahare
---Tanha Dil
kisi ko chah kar bhi akala kyun hai
shayad unko es chahat ka ehsas nahi
mere dil ke dariya ki unhe pyaas nahi
koi kisi ko pyaar mein majboor nahi kar sakta
pyaar ka ehsaas, dard to toota dil hi samajh sakta hain
duniya mein hamesha dil kyun toot te hain
pyaar karne wale aapas mein kyun roothte hain
roothe huin log ek doosre ko kyun tadpate hain
chooti si zindagi mein kyun rulate hain
Es tanha zindagi mein jab bhi koi saathi aata hain
kuch pal ke liye zindagi ho jaati hain haseen
un sapno, khawabo mein ho jaata hun main leen
kintu yeh khawab kuch pal ke mehmaan hote hain
pehle koore khwabo ko rangeen sapno se saajate hain
phir unhi khawabo ko sheeshe ki tarah tod jaata hain
kab tak aisi zindagi jeeta rahonga mai
unhi toote hua khawabo ko seeta rahonga mai
jabki mere dil ko yeh yakeen hain wo khawab nahi the mere
jisme sajaye the maine wo sapne sunahare
---Tanha Dil
NASA interview
NASA was interviewing professionals to be sent to Mars.Only one person could go,
and he will not return to Earth.
The first applicant, an American engineer, was asked how much he wanted to be
paid for going. "A million dollars", he answered, "because I wish to donate it to M.I.T."
The next applicant, a Russian doctor, was asked the same question. He asked for
two million dollars. "I wish to give a million to my family, he explained, "and leave
the other million for the advancement of medical research."
The last applicant was a Indian politician When asked how much money he wanted,
he whispered in the interviewer's ear, "Three million dollars." "Why so much more
than the others?" the interviewer asked. The Indian Politician replied, $1 million is
for you, I'll keep $1 million,and we'll give the American engineer $1million and send
him to Mars"....
and he will not return to Earth.
The first applicant, an American engineer, was asked how much he wanted to be
paid for going. "A million dollars", he answered, "because I wish to donate it to M.I.T."
The next applicant, a Russian doctor, was asked the same question. He asked for
two million dollars. "I wish to give a million to my family, he explained, "and leave
the other million for the advancement of medical research."
The last applicant was a Indian politician When asked how much money he wanted,
he whispered in the interviewer's ear, "Three million dollars." "Why so much more
than the others?" the interviewer asked. The Indian Politician replied, $1 million is
for you, I'll keep $1 million,and we'll give the American engineer $1million and send
him to Mars"....
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
A scientist joke
Once all the scientists die and go to heaven.......
They decide to play hide-n-seek.........
Unfortunately Einstein is the one who has the den...
He is supposed to count upto 100...and then start searching.....
Everyone starts hiding except Newton.........
Newton just draws a square of 1 meter and stands in it right in front of Einstein...........
Einstein's counting......97,98,99.....100........
He opens his eyes and finds Newton standing in front........
Einstein says "newton's out..newton's....out.....
"Newton denies and says i am not out........
He claims that he is not Newton......
All the scientists come out to see how he proves that he is not Newton..........
Newton says "I am standing in a square of area 1m squared.....
That makes me Newton per meter squared......
since one Newton per meter squared is one Pascal,I'm Pascal, Therefore Pascal is OUT !!!!!!!!"
They decide to play hide-n-seek.........
Unfortunately Einstein is the one who has the den...
He is supposed to count upto 100...and then start searching.....
Everyone starts hiding except Newton.........
Newton just draws a square of 1 meter and stands in it right in front of Einstein...........
Einstein's counting......97,98,99.....100........
He opens his eyes and finds Newton standing in front........
Einstein says "newton's out..newton's....out.....
"Newton denies and says i am not out........
He claims that he is not Newton......
All the scientists come out to see how he proves that he is not Newton..........
Newton says "I am standing in a square of area 1m squared.....
That makes me Newton per meter squared......
since one Newton per meter squared is one Pascal,I'm Pascal, Therefore Pascal is OUT !!!!!!!!"
Sardarji Again............
Santa Singh decided to start a chicken farm so he bought a hundred chickens to begin with.A month later he returned to the dealer for another hundred chickensbecauseall of the first lot had died. A month later he was back at the dealer for another hundred chickensfor thesecond lot had also died.'But I think I know where I'm going wrong,' said Santa, 'I think I'mplanting them too deep.
Balle Balle ........
Sardarji bought a brand new Maruti and decided to drive down fromAmritsar,where
he lived, to Jalandar to meet his friend. He reached there in a fewhours. After spending
a few days there, he decided to return, andcalled uphis mother to expect him in the
evening. But he didn't reach in theeveningand not the next day either. When he finally
reached home on the third day,his distraught mother ran and asked him " Arre Puttar,
ki hoya?"(What Happened, My Son?)The Sardarji got out, obviously very tired from
a long journey, andsaid,"Oy, ye Marutti wale pagal hain, agge jaane waaste chaar gear banaate hain,aur pichche jaane waaste sirf ik?" (These Maruti Car people arecrazy! Theyhave four gears for going forward, but only one for going back!)
Balle Balle ..........
The best sunset...
The best sunset picture u will ever see
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Uffo....Thoda sa late ho gaye !kal TIME PE aana.....
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Uffo....Thoda sa late ho gaye !kal TIME PE aana.....
Friday, September 09, 2005
it's fun time...:)
A man goes to a shrink and says, "Doctor, my wife is unfaithful to me. Every evening, she goes to Larry's bar and picks up men. In fact, She sleeps with anybody who asks her! I'm going crazy. What do you think I should do?""Relax," says the Doctor, "take a deep breath and calm down. Now, tell me, exactly where is Larry's bar?"
Main kaidi no 786..
Main kaidi no 786..
Cubicle ke dewaron ke us paar dekhta hoon
apni hi tarah
khaali baithe ek colleague ko dekhta hoon
kabhi mail karta
kabhi coffee peeta
kabhi Extn pe baat karta
Messenger pe chat karta rehta
woh kehte hain woh TL hai
woh kehte hain woh senior hai
fir kyon mere jaisa lagta hai kyon din bhar FW: padhta hai
cubicle ki dewaron ke us paar dekhta hoon
cabin me baithe apne PM ko dekhta hoon
Main kaidi no 786..
kabhi phone pe
kabhi conference-call pe
gussa utarta jaane kis pe
who kehte hain project aane wala hai
training complete karo , kaam aane wala hai
fir kyon mujhe yeh jhootha sa lagta hai
fir kyon yeh sapna sa lagta hai
Main kaidi no 786..
cubicle ke dewaron ke us paar dekhta hoon
Doosri companiyon ko join kar chuke
purane doston ko dekhta hoon
woh kehte hain bond ka kya hai, chale jao
woh kehte hain kahin aur kismat aazmao
fir kyon bond todne se dil darta hai
abhi ek saal aur intezaar karne ko jee karta hai
Main kaidi no 786..
cubicle ki dewaron ke us paar dekhta hoon
--Tanha Dil
Cubicle ke dewaron ke us paar dekhta hoon
apni hi tarah
khaali baithe ek colleague ko dekhta hoon
kabhi mail karta
kabhi coffee peeta
kabhi Extn pe baat karta
Messenger pe chat karta rehta
woh kehte hain woh TL hai
woh kehte hain woh senior hai
fir kyon mere jaisa lagta hai kyon din bhar FW: padhta hai
cubicle ki dewaron ke us paar dekhta hoon
cabin me baithe apne PM ko dekhta hoon
Main kaidi no 786..
kabhi phone pe
kabhi conference-call pe
gussa utarta jaane kis pe
who kehte hain project aane wala hai
training complete karo , kaam aane wala hai
fir kyon mujhe yeh jhootha sa lagta hai
fir kyon yeh sapna sa lagta hai
Main kaidi no 786..
cubicle ke dewaron ke us paar dekhta hoon
Doosri companiyon ko join kar chuke
purane doston ko dekhta hoon
woh kehte hain bond ka kya hai, chale jao
woh kehte hain kahin aur kismat aazmao
fir kyon bond todne se dil darta hai
abhi ek saal aur intezaar karne ko jee karta hai
Main kaidi no 786..
cubicle ki dewaron ke us paar dekhta hoon
--Tanha Dil
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
I wanted to shout . . .
I wanted to shout
I wanted to cry
But I buried my sorrows
In the depths of my soul
Couldn’t stop - a tear or two
Didn’t let - the sighs to flow
I bear the pains - in my heart
Hiding the wound - that still bled
No one to heal - no one to care
Wanted to talkBut no one was to listen
Loneliness did griped - my mind
Confusion was – hard to define
I still do - remember that time
I used to believe – in eternal love . . .
---Tanha Dil
Monday, September 05, 2005
Loneliness . . .
Always thought that I would be more happier been alone
A wicked promise I made to myself
Assuming that nobody can change my stubborn mind
As life goes on , when time flies
Thought it's better if someone there
To share all happy and sad moments
Someone to share my secrets and feelings
Especially to stand beside me when I am down
Over the Past years I see nothing but the loneliness
Haunting me like a black shadow covering my soul
And the one I regret most in my life now
Life is full of opportunities
Have to accept it at that very moment
Without waiting for better prospects
As these opportunities may never again be available
As I realized what I have missed in my life all these years
I am waiting to see a shooting star
To make a promise once again
To change my life ---Tanha Dil
A sad thing in life is . . .
" A sad thing in life is when you meet someone who means a lot to you,
only to find out in the end it was never meant to be
your and you just have to let go . . . " --Tanha Dil
only to find out in the end it was never meant to be
your and you just have to let go . . . " --Tanha Dil
Nostalgic about something that never happened . . .
Walking through the breeze on calm evening holding the hands I wish could hold onceI'm nostalgic about something that never happenedFeeling the touch I never feltStill looking into the deep eyes I've never seenI'm nostalgic about something that never happened
Feeling the pain of separation fromSomeone I never knewI'm nostalgic about something that never happened
Feeling her scent in every bit of meand yet craving to smell it once in lifeI'm nostalgic about something that never happened
Anticipating her response to a proposal I never madeI'm nostalgic about something that never happened
Trying to forget something I never wanted to Holding the breath, I had never takenI'm nostalgic about something that never happened . . .
Peg after Peg ...
I never take risk while drinking
When I come from office in the evening, wife is cooking
I can hear the noise of utensils in the kitchen
I stealthily enter the house
Take out the bottle from my black cupboard
Shivaji Maharaj is looking at me from the photo frame
But still no one is aware of it
Becoz I never take a risk
I take out the glass from the rack above the old sink
Qucikly enjoy one peg
Wash the glass and again keep it on the rack
Of course I also keep the bottle inside my cupboard
Shivaji Maharaj is giving a smile
I peep into the kitchen
Wife is cutting potatoes
No one is aware of what I did
Becoz i never take a risk
I: Any news on Iyer's daughter's marriage
She: Nope, she doesn't seem to be that lucky. Still they are
looking out for her
I again come out; there is a small noise of the black
cupboard
But I don't make any sound while taking out the bottle
I take out the glass from the old rack above sink
Quickly enjoy one peg
Wash the bottle and keep it in the sink
Also keep the Black Glass in the cupboard
But still no one is aware of what I did
Becoz I never take a risk
I: But still I think Iyer's daughter's age is not that much
She: What are you saying? She is 28 yrs old... like an aged
horse
I: (I forgot her age is 28) Oh Oh...
I again take out potatoes out from my black cupboard
But the cupboard's place has automatically changed
I take out the bottle from the rack and quickly enjoy one
peg
in the sink
Shivaji Maharaj laughs loudly
I keep the rack in the potatoes & wash Shivaji Maharaj's
photo
& keep it in the black cupboard
Wife is keeping the sink on the stove
But still no one is aware of what I did
Becoz I never take a risk
I: (getting angry) you call Mr. Iyer a horse? If you say
that
again, I will cut your tongue...!
She: Don't just blabber something, go out and sit quietly...
I take out the bottle from the potatoes
Go in the black cupboard and enjoy a peg
Wash the sink and keep it over the rack
Wife is giving a smile
Shivaji Maharaj is still cooking
But still no one is aware of what I did
Becoz I never take a risk
I: (laughing) So Iyer is marrying a horse!!
She: Hey go and sprinkle some water on your face...
I again go to the kitchen, and quietly sit on the rack
Stove is also on the rack
There is a small noise of bottles from the room outside
I peep and see that wife is enjoying a peg in the sink
But none of the horses are aware of what i did
Becoz Shivaji Maharaj never takes a risk
Iyer is still cooking
And I am looking at my wife from the photo and laughing
Becoz i never take a risk.
Friday, September 02, 2005
JOB OPENINGS IN HINDUSTAN LEVER....
Dear All,
Hindustan Lever has 5 job vacancies in their deo /perfume Plant. If you're interested, apply to: hrhl@hinlever.com,
The Package:
1. Proposed salary is Net Rs. 32,000/mth,
2. Health benefits
3. 6 hours / day
4. 5 working days / week
5. Transport provided
6. Medical Benefits - Rs. 8500/pm
Conditions:
1. You only need to have a very good sense of smell.
2. Willingness to explore with your nose
Scroll down for a demo of the job...............
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Euro English!
Converting to European English!
Please read slowly and carefully, preferably aloud. Euro English is coming shortly!
European Commission has just announced an agreement whereby English will be the official language of the European Union rather than German, which was the other possibility.
As part of the negotiations, the British Government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a 5- year phase-in plan that would become known as "Euro-English".
In the first year, "s" will replace the soft "c". Sertainly, this will make the sivil servants jump with joy. The hard "c" will be dropped in favour of "k". This should klear up konfusion, and keyboards kan have one less letter.
There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year when the troublesome "ph" will be replaced with "f". This will make words like fotograf 20% shorter.
In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible. Governments will enkourage the removal of double letters which have always ben a deterent to akurate speling. Also, al wil agre that the horibl mes of the silent "e" in the languag is disgrasful and it should go away.
By the 4th yer people wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing "th" with "z" and "w" with "v".
During ze fifz yer, ze unesesary "o" kan be dropd from vords kontaining "ou" and after ziz fifz yer, ve vil hav a reil sensibl riten styl.
Zer vil be no mor trubl or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi tu understand ech oza. Ze drem of a united urop vil finali kum tru. Und efter ze fifz yer, ve vil al be speking German like zey vunted in ze forst plas.
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