Who is a better coach?

Attention Plss... !!!!!

Cows and goats are our second mothers who give us milk everyday.Those innocent creatures give us milk even without feeding milk to their own children.
My doubt is.......How does people feel to kill those innocent second mothers and eat them happily.....I think if we could do so...then we wouldn't hesitate to kill our original mother........
No one understands the severe pain it bears when it is killed.It takes about one hour to tear a cow's neck.......even with a half neck....the cow doesn't die...it bears the pain....
If some one try to kill us we try our best to escape.......we call out for help....some one might be there for help...but thats not the case here.....who's there to help these speechless animals....
If one stands against these injustices today....then we can bring the whole India to help protect these animals and care them.....
Doing some welfare towards animals might give you more blessings than praying and begging to GOD!!!!!!!!!



Sunday, April 18, 2010

Praful-6

Praful arrives at the pearly gates, waiting to be admitted. St. Peter is reading through the Big Book to see if the guy's name is written in it. After several minutes, St. Peter closes the book, furrows his brow, and says, "I'm sorry, I don't see your name written in the Book."

Praful-"How current is your copy?" he asks.

St. Peter-"I get a download every ten minutes," St. Peter replies, "why do you ask?"

Praful-"I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I was always the stubborn type. It was not until my death was immanent that I cried out to God, so my name probably hasn't arrived to your copy yet."

St. Peter-"I'm glad to hear that," "but while we're waiting for the update to come through, can tell me about a really good deed that you did in your life?"

Praful-"Humm, well there was this one time when I was drivin' down a road and I saw a giant group of biker gang members harassing this poor girl. I slowed down, and sure enough, there they were, about 20 of 'em torturing this poor woman. Infuriated, I got out my car, grabbed a tire iron out of my trunk, and walked up to the leader of the gang. He was a huge guy; 6-foot-4, 260 pounds, with a studded leather jacket and a chain running from his nose to his ears. As I walked up to the leader, the bikers formed a circle around me and told me to get lost or I'd be next.

Praful continued-"So I ripped the leader's chain out of his face and smashed him over the head with the tire iron. Then I turned around and yelled to the rest of them, "Leave this poor innocent girl alone! You're all a bunch of SICK, deranged animals! Go home before I really teach you a lesson in PAIN!"

St. Peter, duly impressed, says "Wow! When did this happen?"

Praful-"About three minutes ago."

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