Mathemagic!

Here is an interesting formula that works like magic! I collected it from the Internet. It worked like magic with both my Indian mobile number and Saudi mobile number.

Try out this!!!

Do this,

Ur Cell number's Last Digit x 2

+5

x 50

+ Ur Age

+ 365

- 615 = ? [Find Out]
What U got is, THE LAST 2 DIGIT IS Ur AGE and The 1st DIGIT IS Ur CELL's LAST NUMBER !

A Collection Of Palindromes

Palindromes are words or phrases that would sound the same if read either way, forward or backward. Here is a collection of palindromes I have collected from the cyberworld.

So may Obadiah, even in Nineveh, aid a boy, Amos.
See, slave, I demonstrate yet arts no medieval sees.
Egad, a base tone denotes a bad age.
Lew, Otto has a hot towel.
"Warden in a Cap," Mac's pup scamp, a canine draw.
Paget saw an inn in a waste gap.
A slut nixes sex in Tulsa.
Must sell at tallest sum.
Naomi, did I moan?
Drab Red, no londer bard.
Revenge my baby, meg? Never!
Stop, Syrian, I see bees in airy spots.
Did I do, O God, did I as I said I'd do? Good, I did!
Pusillanimity obsesses Boy Tim in "All Is Up."
Refasten Gipsy's pig-net safer.
Pat and Edna tap.
Adam, I'm Ada!
Ma is as selfless as I am.
Poor Dan is in a droop.
Leon sees Noel.
So may Obadiah aid a boy, Amos.
Sis, Sargasso moss a grass is.
Now, Ned, I am a maiden won.
I moan, "Live on, O evil Naomi!"
Delia and Edna ailed.
So remain a mere man. I am Eros.
No lemons, no melon.
Never odd or even.
Rise, sir lapdog! Revolt, lover! God, pal, rise, sir!
Ah, Aristides opposed it, sir, aha!
Ma is a nun, as I am.
Madam, I'm Adam.
Star? Come, Donna Melba, I'm an amiable man -- no Democrats!
We'll let Dad tell Lew.
No, it is opposition.
No benison, no sin, Ebon.
Ladle histolytic city lots I held, Al.
Harass selfless Sarah!
Ten? No bass orchestra tarts, eh? Cross a bonnet!
Si, we'll let Dad tell Lewis.
In airy Sahara's level, Sarah, a Syrian, I.
Nor I, fool, ah no? We won halo -- of iron.
We seven, Eve, sew.

(Source: Internet)

Build Wisely! - A story gathered from the internet

 An elderly carpenter was ready to retire.

He told his employer-contractor of his plans to leave the house-building business and live a

more leisurely life with his wife, enjoying his extended family. He would miss the paycheck,

but he needed to retire. They could get by.

The contractor was sorry to see his good worker go and asked if he could build just one more

house as a favor. The carpenter said yes, but in time it was easy to see that his heart was not

in his work. He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior materials. It was an

unfortunate way to end a dedicated career.

When the carpenter finished his work the employer came to inspect the house. He handed

the front-door key to the carpenter. "This is your house," he said, "My gift to you!"

The carpenter was shocked! What a shame! If he had only known he was building his own

house, he would have done it all so differently.

So it is with us. We build our lives, a day at a time, often putting less than our best into the

building.

Then with a shock we realize we have to live in the house we have built.

If we could do it over, we would do it much differently. But we cannot go back.

You are the carpenter. Each day you hammer a nail, place a board, or erect a wall. "Life is a

do-it-yourself project," someone has said. Your attitudes and the choices you make today,

build the "house" you live in tomorrow.

Build wisely!