Letter is from Amar Singh of Punjab to Mr. Bill Gates of Microsoft

Subject: Problems with my new computer

Dear Mr. Bill Gates,

We have bought a computer for our home and we have found some problems, which I want to bring to your notice.

1. I brought computer, CPU, mouse and keyboard, but there is only one icon which shows 'MY Computer': when you will provide the remaining items?

2. There is 'MICROSOFT OFFICE' what about 'MICROSOFT HOME' since I use the PC at home only.

3. My child learnt 'Microsoft word' now he wants to learn 'Microsoft sentence', so when you will provide that?

4. There is a button 'start' but there is no 'stop' button. We request you to check this.

5. One doubt is whether any 're-scooter' is available in system? I find only 're-cycle', but I own a scooter at my home.

6. There is 'Find' button but it is not working properly. My wife lost the door key and we tried a lot trace the key with this 'find' button, but was unable to trace. Please rectify this problem.

7. You provided 'My Recent Documents'. When you will provide 'My Past Documents'?

8. We find there is 'Run' in the menu. One of my friends clicked 'run' he ran up to Amritsar! So, we request you to change that to 'sit', so that we can click that by sitting.

9. It is surprising that windows says 'MY Pictures' but there is not even a single photo of mine. So when will you keep my photo in that.

10. You provide 'My Network Places'. For God shake please do not provide 'My Secret Places'. I do not want to let my wife know where I go after my office hours.



Last one from me to Mr Bill Gates :

Sir, how is it that your name is Gates but you are selling WINDOWS?

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It's a joke guys (3)

Posted by viznine | 1:17 PM

A woman walked into the welfare office, trailed by fifteen kids.

"Wow," said the social worker, "are they all yours?"

"Yes, they're all mine," the tired mother sighed, having heard that question a thousand times.

"Well," said the social worker, "you must be here to sign up. I'll need their names."

"This one is my oldest -- he's Leroy," she began.

"Okay, who's next?"

"Well, this here's Leroy, too."

The social worker raised an eyebrow, but continued.

"This is my daughter, Leroy."

The social worker interrupted, "I'm seeing a pattern here. Are they all named Leroy?"


"Isn't that rather, uh, inconvenient?"

"Not at all. When it's time for dinner, I just yell 'Leroy!' and they all come running. And if I need to stop the kid who's running into the street, I just yell 'Leroy' and the kid, whoever he is, stops."

The social worker thought a moment and then asked, "But what if you just want one kid to come and not all of them?"

"Ah, that's easy, too," answered the proud mother. "Then I just call them by their last names!"

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