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Just a passing thought

The world would have been a much nicer place to dwell in, had we not had a brain and a stomach!

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  1. Mother Nature would have loved it :)

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  2. Brain I understand, but no stomach too? What would we do then? And what would have happened to all the yummy food?
    I guess I am quite happy with both my brain and my stomach. Not willing to trade in with the Kareena Kapoors of this world.

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  3. But the world dwells on these two things...

    There wouldnt be anything left to work for.. if not for these..

    The world would be a boring place to be in... no?

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  4. Ref to Shiney Ahuja... maybe another body part as well

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  5. @ Arv

    You totally understood what I am saying!

    @ eye-in-the-sty-in

    Yaar, pet se hee toh sara problem shuru hota hai. The beginning of all wants!

    @ Iggy

    Yes!

    @ Aparna

    It's not about the yummy food dear! It is much more than that!

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  6. @ Rahul... in City of Dreamz

    No. I don't think boring. But then we would not have any war or nuclear war threats. We would be living beings.

    @ As the Mind Meanders

    See had we no brains, the Shiney's of the world wouldn't be able to do this na!

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  7. No brains would be great, am all for it, no tummy too..hmm ok not a bad ide guess all the yuk things are because of the papi pet..What if we just had a heart and the eyes..and we were all casper like//floating feeling and more of the anti gravity floating!! I would like that!!

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  8. no stomach and no brain...

    then whats the need to be here... doesnt that mean no life...?

    nice blog, i will read remaining posts later...

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  9. @ Sujata

    Brilliant solution!

    @ Suree

    Well, I wouldn't say it would mean no life. It would definitely mean no greed and want.

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  10. I love both of them - not trading either for anything else or for nothing :P

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  11. yaar.... lekin isi liye toh brain haina.... pet ki wants ko control mein rakhne ke liye :P

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  12. Nikki... how much do you think dogs think... but then again.... if we had no brain... I guess what Shiney did would not be considered morally wrong..

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  13. @ Himanshu

    You don't get the point my dear!

    @ eye-in-sty-in

    yeh thoda debatable hai!

    @ As the Mind Meanders

    debatable again!

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  14. @ eye-in-sty-in

    Chalo! Debate post kar diya!

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  15. @ manisha

    I am so glad you agree!

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