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| Evolution of Love Part 2 |
| MUST READ Unbelievable & SHOCKING INFORMATION. DD Podhigai telecast an interview with Mr P M Nair, (retired IAS officer, who was the Secretary to Dr. Abdul Kalam Sir when he was the President.) I summarise the points he spoke in a voice choked with emotion. Mr Nair authored a book titled *"Kalam Effect"* 1. Dr Kalam used to receive costly gifts whenever he went abroad as it is customary for many nations to give gifts to the visiting Heads of State. Refusing the gift would become an insult to the nation and an embarrassment for India. So, he received them and on his return, Dr Kalam asked the gifts to be photographed and then catalogued and handed over to the archives. Afterwards, he never even looked at them. He did not take even a pencil from the gifts received when he left Rashtrapathi Bhavan. 2. In 2002, the year Dr Kalam took over, the Ramadan month came in July-August. It was a regular practice for the President to host an iftar party. Dr Kalam asked Mr Nair why he should host a party to people who are already well fed and asked him to find out how much would be the cost. Mr Nair told it would cost around Rs. 22 lakhs. Dr Kalam asked him to donate that amount to a few selected orphanages in the form of food, dresses and blankets. The selection of orphanages was left to a team in Rashtrapathi Bhavan and Dr Kalam had no role in it. After the selection was made, Dr Kalam asked Mr Nair to come inside his room and gave him a cheque for Rs 1 lakh. He said that he was giving some amount from his personal savings and this should not be informed to anyone. Mr Nair was so shocked that he said "Sir, I will go outside and tell everyone . People should know that here is a man who not only donated what he should have spent but he is giving his own money also". Dr Kalam though he was a devout Muslim did not have Iftar parties in the years in which he was the President. 3. Dr Kalam did not like "Yes Sir" type of people. Once when the Chief Justice of India had come and on some point Dr Kalam expressed his view and asked Mr Nair, "Do you agree?" Mr Nair said " No Sir, I do not agree with you". The Chief Justice was shocked and could not believe his ears. It was impossible for a civil servant to disagree with the President and that too so openly. Mr Nair told him that the President would question him afterwards why he disagreed and if the reason was logical 99% he would change his mind. 4. Dr Kalam invited 50 of his relatives to come to Delhi and they all stayed in Rashtrapathi Bhavan. He organised a bus for them to go around the city which was paid for by him. No official car was used. All their stay and food was calculated as per the instructions of Dr Kalam and the bill came to Rs 2 lakhs which he paid. In the history of this country no one has done it. Now, wait for the climax, Dr Kalam's elder brother stayed with him in his room for the entire one week as Dr Kalam wanted his brother to stay with him. When they left, Dr Kalam wanted to pay rent for that room also. Imagine the President of a country paying rent for the room in which he is staying. This was any way not agreed to by the staff who thought the honesty was getting too much to handle!!!. 5. When Kalam Sir was to leave Rashtrapathi Bhavan at the end of his tenure, every staff member went and met him and paid their respects. Mr Nair went to him alone as his wife had fractured her leg and was confined to bed. Dr Kalam asked why his wife did not come. He replied that she was in bed due to an accident. Next day, Mr.Nair saw lot of policemen around his house and asked what had happened. They said that the President of India was coming to visit him in his house. He came and met his wife and chatted for some time. Mr Nair says that no president of any country would visit a civil servant's house and that too on such a simple pretext. I thought I should give the details as many of you may not have seen the telecast and so it may be useful. The younger brother of AJP Abdul Kalam runs an umbrella repairing shop. When Mr. Nair met him during Kalam’s funeral, he touched his feet, in token of respect for both Mr. Nair and Brother. |
| A Gujju bought a well from a Jew. The next day while on his way to market he met the Jew who told him "brother I have sold the well to you but I have not sold the water,if you use the water you will have to pay for it" The Gujju replied "in fact I was planning to come to your place and ask you to empty the water and if you don't do it than you will have to pay the rent for the water " 😂😂😂😂😂😂 Have a wonderful day! |
I used to go to the Temple with my mother . The temple had stairs. I used to ask her why can't they build the temple on the ground? Why do you have to climb the stairs each and everyday? *The excellent answer by mother.* You need to rise above your level to reach God. Each step of the stairs is a reminder that you are rising above your level in terms of your envy, greed, anger, ego and all evil parts of your life. It also suggests that you have to climb the steps one by one, you can't just jump off from first step to the last step. That is the cycle of life, once you conquer these aspects, you reach towards your inner core self........ The divine YOU... |
Someone asked... Why do we have *Brakes* in a car ? Varied answers received, like, "To stop", "To reduce speed", "To avoid collision" etc., But the best answer was, *To enable you to drive faster*.... Give it a thought. It's true but seldom such smart out of box thinking is done, much less appreciated. For a moment assume you have *No brakes* in your car then how fast will you drive your car..? It's because of *brakes* that we can dare to accelerate, dare to go fast and reach destinations we desire At various points in life, we find our *Parents, Teachers, Mentors, Friends and Spouse* etc. questioning our progress, direction or decision. Many a times We consider them as irritants or consider such inquiries as *Brakes* to our ongoing work. But, remember, it's because of such questions (read as periodical brakes) that you have managed to reach where you are today. *Without brakes*, you could have skid, lost direction or gone a stray or even met with an unfortunate accident..!!! Learn to appreciate the *brakes* in our life. Use them wisely... Have a great time. 😊👍 |
| 19 December 1971 0745 hours B-24, Naraina, Delhi Brigadier K L Khetarpal is in his dressing gown, shaving, when the bell rings. Running his razor along his foamy chin, he hears the soft scrape of his wife's slippers against the floor and her footsteps leading to the front door. The latch clicks and the door creaks open. There is hushed conversation. He hears the distinct rustle of paper changing hands. And then a scream and a dull thud. His wife appears to have fallen down. His face still soapy, Brig Khetarpal rushes out of the bathroom. He finds Maheshwari Khetarpal collapsed on the floor and a postman at the door. In her hand there is a telegram. Gentle, soft-spoken Mukesh, the Khetarpals' younger son -- barely twenty and a student of IIT Delhi -- is home too. He also hears the noise and comes out of his room, still in his pyjamas. As Brig. Khetarpal bends down to assist his wife, Mukesh takes the piece of paper from his mother's loosely clasped fingers. Tears spring to his eyes as he reads the telegram and then wordlessly passes it on to his father. 'Deeply regret to inform your son IC 25067 Second Lt Arun Khetarpal reportedly killed in action sixteenth December. Please accept sincere condolences,' it says. May 2020 Khetarpals's bungalow Forest Lane, Ghitorni Delhi Fifty years have passed. Mukesh Khetarpal is now seventy years old, while his elder brother, Arun, who smiles rakishly from a portrait on the wall, dressed in army fatigues, is an eternal twenty-one. Mukesh points that out himself. 'I have aged but Arun never will,' he says, his eyes crinkling up at the corners as he smiles. He says he clearly remembers the cold Delhi winter of 1971 when he was studying in IIT Delhi and Arun's Young Officers course at Ahmednagar had been interrupted by the war. Arun was recalled to his unit like all the other officers, and he had taken a train to Delhi, travelling in the pantry car since he could not get a reservation at such short notice. He had carted along his beloved Java motorcycle, a gift from his dad. Since there were a few hours before he had to catch the Punjab Mail to Jammu, he had unloaded his bike at Delhi and decided to ride it home. 'I was home that day,' remembers Mukesh. 'Arun parked his bike and walked in, looking extremely handsome in his black Armoured Corps dungarees. 'I was so envious, particularly of his uniform. 'He was in the peak of his physical health, just as most young officers are after their intensive physical training, and he knew it. 'He had the lithe body of a panther, a confident prowl, and he was so extremely proud of his uniform, his regiment, his country that it showed.' 'We were so young then. I never once thought that Arun might not come back. For me, he was just going on an adventure.' Arun had packed up his golf clubs and his Blue Patrol uniform, explaining to Mukesh that he planned to play golf in Lahore and that he would need his ceremonial dress to attend the dinner night that would surely be held after the war was won. The Khetarpals had an early dinner, and it was at the dining table that Mrs Khetarpal said to Arun those famous words that would become part of army folklore. Recounting to him how his father and grandfather had both fought in wars, she had said, 'Sher ki tarah ladna, Arun, qayar ki tarah wapis mat aana.' Arun had looked into her eyes and smiled. Later in the evening, Brig. Khetarpal had taken out his grey Standard Herald car and, giving a warm hug to Mukesh and his mother, Arun had got in. Arun, sitting next to his father, had pushed his head out of the car window and saluted his mother as she fought back tears and the car sped out of the driveway. Early December went by in a haze. 'We had an imported Hitachi transistor. We would carry it around and spend all our time listening to Radio Ceylon, which was reporting the war in detail. Sometimes the signal was good and sometimes we could hardly hear anything, but we all sat around with our ears glued to it,' Mukesh remembers. On the evening of 16 December, Radio Ceylon reported that a massive tank battle had happened in Shakargarh. 'We knew Arun's regiment was in that area and our hearts sank. There was a dreadful stillness in the house all evening. In our hearts there was this terrible fear about Arun's wellbeing, but nobody wanted to say it out loud.' The next morning, there came the announcement that Prime Minister Indira Gandhi had declared a ceasefire. The war had finally ended. 'It was such a relief to us,' Mukesh recollects. 'We started smiling and talking once again. 'My mother got Arun's room cleaned up and we started looking forward to the day he would be back home, recounting stories from the battlefield.' And then, on 19 December, the bell rang, and his mother opened the door to the postman. 'That telegram shattered our lives forever,' remembers Mukesh. 'After that, a sadness seeped into our lives. 'My father, who was bursting with pride when Arun graduated from the Indian Military Academy and joined Poona Horse, was never the same again. 'He had so many dreams for Arun. But Arun left us all so suddenly. 'Both my parents never recovered from the loss. My mother immersed herself in household chores. Papa became quiet and withdrawn. He stopped going to the Delhi Gymkhana Club and meeting people, something that he used to love doing earlier. He would spend most of his time locked up in his room,' Mukesh remembers. Thirty years passed as the Khetarpals slowly accepted their loss and came to terms with their grief. Mukesh studied at IIT Delhi, found a job, got married and had a daughter, though he continued to stay with his parents. And then one day, he and Mrs Khetarpal were surprised to see Brig. Khetarpal smiling again. He looked happy. He said he was going to Sargodha, his ancestral place in Pakistan where the family had lived before Partition,' says Mukesh. Both Mukesh and Mrs Khetarpal tried their best to dissuade Brig. Khetarpal, but he would not hear a word from them. "You are eighty-one. Where will you go?" we asked him, but he dismissed all our pleas. "It is decided. I am going," he told us. "Don't argue with me." 'I am staying with another graduate of our college, a Pakistan Army officer who lives in Lahore,' he told her. 'That reassured us a little, and finally, when the day arrived, we drove him to the airport, where he got on to the Air India flight and waved us a happy goodbye. 'He was as excited as a schoolboy,' says Mukesh. Brig. Khetarpal called his family from Lahore. He told them his host was a perfect gentleman who had come to receive him at the airport and was taking very good care of him. Three days later, it was time for Brig. Khetarpal to return, and Mukesh drove to the airport to pick up his father. He found in him none of the excitement with which he had gone. A week later, the Khetarpals were visited by 1971 war veteran Maj Gen Ian Cardozo, who was releasing a book on Param Vir Chakra award winners. Since Arun's story was also in the book, he had come to invite Brig. and Mrs Khetarpal to the book launch at the Ashok hotel. A week later, Mukesh was reading India Today magazine when he came across an article that talked about his father's Pakistan trip and his meeting with the Armoured Corps officer who had been the cause of his son's death. A shocked Mukesh read it and then went looking for his father. 'I confronted him and asked if what I had read was true. 'He said it was. 'When my mother and I asked him why he had not shared this with us, he said what could he have told us. 'It was not a pleasant episode.' And that was when a shocked Mrs Khetarpal and Mukesh heard what had transpired in Lahore when Brig. Khetarpal had been a revered guest at Brig Khwaja Mohammad Naser's house in Lahore. 1 March 2001 Lahore It is day three of Brig Khetarpal's Pakistan visit. He has just returned from Sargodha and is tired, but is also touched by the fact that Brig Naser has gone out of his way to make the trip comfortable for him. Brig Khetarpal is surprised to notice discomfort in the Pakistani officer's eyes. Brig Naser is looking at the grass. He looks up to find Brig Khetarpal's eyes on him. 'Main kuchh qubool karna chahta hun, brigadier sahab,' he says softly. 'Kahiye, beta, main sun raha hun,' Brig. Khetarpal replies, looking affectionately at his host, who is younger than him by around thirty years. 'Sir, I too participated in the 1971 war. 'I was then a young major, squadron commander of the Pakistan Army's 13 Lancers,' he says. Brig Khetarpal is surprised -- 13 Lancers is the same regiment which had exchanged its Sikh squadron with the Muslim squadron of Poona Horse (his son's regiment) during Partition in 1947. On 16 December 1971, in a sense, the Indian and Pakistani soldiers had fought their old regiments. 'We fought Poona Horse in the Battle of Basantar,' says Naser, 'Sir, I am the man who killed your son.' A speechless Brig. Khetarpal listened quietly. 'On the morning of 16 December 1971, I was leading the counter-attack of 13 Lancers against the Indian bridgehead at Basantar,' Brig Naser recounts. 'Your son was on the opposite side, standing there like a rock. 'In the battle, tank casualties were high. 'He destroyed many of our tanks, and finally, it was just the two of us left facing each other with our tanks just 200 m apart.' We both fired simultaneously, and both our tanks were hit. It was, however, destined that I was to live, and Arun was to die,' Naser says. 'Your son was a very brave man, sir. He was singularly responsible for our defeat.' Stunned, Brig. Khetarpal can only ask, 'How did you know it was Arun's tank?' Naser tells him that ceasefire was declared the next morning (17 December), and with that the war ended. When he went to collect the bodies of his dead comrades, his arm in a bandage from the injuries he had suffered in the battle, he also checked on his damaged tank. That was when he saw Indian soldiers trying to extricate the tank he had battled with a day before. Curious about the identity of the brave man who had fought him so fiercely, Naser walked up to the soldiers and inquired who had been commanding the tank. He was told it was 2nd Lt Arun Khetarpal of Poona Horse. 'Bahut bahaduri se lade aapke sahab. Chot toh nahi aayi unhe?' he asked the soldiers. They told him that Arun was martyred on the battlefield. 'Sahab shaheed ho gaye.' A crestfallen Naser returned to his tent. Brig Khetarpal is listening in complete silence. Naser tells him that he realized much later, when Arun got the Param Vir Chakra and became a national hero, how young he was. 'I didn't know he was only twenty-one, sir,' he says. We were both soldiers doing our duty for our nations. I salute your son for what he did. And I salute you too, because I now know where he received his values from.' The two officers sit quietly under the moonlight for some time. Then Brig Khetarpal slowly gets up from his chair. Naser springs to his feet as well. The two stand together in an awkward silence, the moon lighting up Naser's grief-ridden face. Brig Khetarpal looks at his moist eyes and moves forward to gently hug the man who killed his son. |
| _This is an extract from Hillary Clinton's soon to be released autobiography, 'The Truth Will Always Prevail'._ ---------- When we visited India in 1995 we fell in love with the cuisine of that country. One meal in particular was totally awesome and we asked to meet the chef. We were introduced to this unassuming man named Savio Fernandes who came from the tiny coastal state of Goa. He explained how the entire meal from starters to dessert had been prepared in a uniquely Goan style. We were very impressed, and asked the Cabinet Secretary if we could borrow the cook for a few months, and take him to the USA to cook for us and our state guests for a while. They agreed, and after a few weeks Savio joined our kitchen staff at the White House. The Portuguese ambassador was expected for a State Dinner, so we asked Chef Savio Fernandes to cook a twelve course meal for the ambassador and his entourage, and in the process show off his unique Indo-Portuguese cuisine. Savio suggested that the piece-de-resistance would be something called Sorpatel & Sanna. Bill was a bit wary as Savio described it as a very spicy dish, and Bill was having a bit of a stomach upset at the time. But in the end we told Savio to go ahead. The dinner was a great hit, with Savio presenting exotic dishes with names like Xacuti and Caldin and Feijado and Balchao and Vindaloo and Cafreal and Patoleo and Bebinca and what have you. Bill was particularly fascinated by the Sorpatel & Sanna and gorged away, despite the delicate condition of his stomach. Just as we were saying our goodbyes it happened. Bill started getting severe cramps and nausea. He called aside the Chief of Staff and shouted at him, "Get rid of that Goan cook. Right now!" The Chief of Staff explained to Bill that proper protocol had to be followed or it would cause a diplomatic row. Bill shouted at him, "I am the President of the United States of America. If I want a chef sacked I can do it right now, and don't need any of your protocols!" Just then Bill had another attack of cramps, and excused himself from the room and rushed towards the bathroom. By now he was so disoriented that he couldn't remember which door led to the bathroom. Bill was on the verge of passing out from the pain, when he finally found a door that opened. As he unzipped his trousers and ran in, he realized to his horror that he had stumbled into Monica Lewinsky's office with his trousers around his knees. As he was about to pass out, this naive girl bent over him and heard President Clinton whisper in a barely audible voice, _"Sack my cook!"_ *…. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how the whole misunderstanding occurred!* |
| Wonderfully described definitions......._* *CIGARETTE:* A pinch of tobacco rolled in paper with fire at one end and a fool at the other! *MARRIAGE:* It's an agreement wherein a man loses his bachelor degree and a woman gains her master *LECTURE:* An art of transmitting Information from the notes of the lecturer to the notes of students without passing through the minds of either *CONFERENCE:* The confusion of one man multiplied by the number present *COMPROMISE:* The art of dividing a cake in such a way that everybody believes he got the biggest piece *TEARS:* The hydraulic force by which masculine will power is defeated by feminine water-power! *DICTIONARY:* A place where divorce comes before marriage *CONFERENCE ROOM:* A place where everybody talks, nobody listens and everybody disagrees later on *CLASSIC:* A book which people praise, but never read *SMILE:* A curve that can set a lot of things straight! *OFFICE:* A place where you can relax after your strenuous home life *ETC:* A sign to make others believe that you know more than you actually do *COMMITTEE:* Individuals who can do nothing individually and sit to decide that nothing can be done together *EXPERIENCE:* The name men give to their Mistakes *ATOM BOMB:* An invention to bring an end to all inventions *DIPLOMAT:* A person who tells you to go to hell in such a way that you actually look forward to the trip *OPPORTUNIST:* A person who starts taking bath if he accidentally falls into a river *MISER:* A person who lives poor so that he can die RICH! *FATHER:* A banker provided by nature *CRIMINAL:* A guy no different from the other, unless he gets caught *BOSS:* Someone who is early when you are late and late when you are early *POLITICIAN:* One who shakes your hand before elections and your Confidence Later *DOCTOR:* A person who kills your ills by pills, and kills you by his bills! |
| Djokovic situation explained with this joke - 30 Second Humorous "Must Read" Its Logical, Illogical, Ironical 😊 *"The Covid Paradox : “Why Can't I Get Inside Unvaccinated?"* ————————————————— Helen: ‘You can’t come in here!’ Ivan: ‘Why not?’ Helen: ‘Well because you’re unvaccinated.’ Ivan: ‘But I’m not sick.’ Helen: ‘It doesn’t matter.’ Ivan: ‘Well, why does that guy get to go in?’ Helen: ‘Because he’s vaccinated.’ Ivan: ‘But he’s sick!’ Helen: ‘It’s alright. Everyone in here is vaccinated.’ Ivan: ‘Wait a minute. Are you saying everyone in there is vaccinated?’ Helen: ‘Yes.’ Ivan: ‘So then why can’t I go in there if everyone is vaccinated?’ Helen: ‘Because you’ll make them sick.’ Ivan: ‘How will I make them sick if I’m NOT sick and they’re vaccinated?’ Helen: ‘Because you’re unvaccinated.’ Ivan: ‘But they’re vaccinated.’ Helen: ‘But they can still get sick.’ Ivan: ‘So what the heck does the vaccine do?' Helen: ‘It protects them.' Ivan: ‘So vaccinated people can’t spread COVID?’ Helen: ‘Oh no. They can spread COVID just as easily as an unvaccinated person.’ Ivan: ‘I don’t even know what I’m hearing anymore. Look. I’m not sick.' Helen: ‘Ok.’ Ivan: ‘And the guy you let in IS sick.’ Helen: ‘That’s right.’ Ivan: ‘And everybody in there can still get sick even though they’re vaccinated.’ Helen: ‘Certainly.’ Ivan: ‘So why can’t I go in again?’ Helen: ‘Because you’re unvaccinated.’ Ivan: ‘I’m not asking who’s vaccinated or not!’ Helen: ‘I’m just telling you how it is.’ Ivan: ‘Nevermind. I’ll just put on my mask.’ Helen: ‘That’s fine.’ Ivan: ‘Now I can go in?’ Helen: ‘Absolutely not!’ Ivan: ‘But I have a mask on!’ Helen: ‘Doesn’t matter.’ Ivan: ‘I was able to come in here yesterday with a mask on.’ Helen: ‘I know.’ Ivan: So why can’t I come in here today with a mask on? ….If you say ‘because I’m unvaccinated’ again, I’ll break your arm.’ Helen: ‘Take it easy, buddy.’ Ivan: ‘So the mask is no good anymore.’ Helen: ‘No, it’s still good.’ Ivan: ‘But I can’t come in?’ Helen: ‘Correct.’ Ivan: ‘Why not?’ Helen: ‘Because you’re unvaccinated.’ Ivan: ‘But the mask prevents the germs from getting out.’ Helen: ‘Yes, but people can still catch your germs.’ Ivan: ‘But they’re all vaccinated.’ Helen: ‘Yes, but they can still get sick.’ Ivan: ‘But I’m not sick!!’ Helen: ‘But you can get sick. You need to be protected, that's why you can't come in.' Ivan: ‘But if I pay money for an RT-PCR test and prove that I'm not sick, I can come in and you don't have to protect me anymore?' Helen: ‘Yea, coz it proves that you are not sick and they can't get sick from you’ Ivan: ‘I thought you said you want to protect me from getting sick? But now you say if I'm proven to be healthy, then I can enter cos I can't get the vaccinated people sick. So how in the heck does that work?' Helen: ‘Because you are unvaccinated and vaccinated people can catch your germs and get sick' Ivan: 'So isn’t really to protect me from getting sick, is it?' Helen:' I'm just doing my job, I don't know anything... ' |
| Once the famous sufi saint Shamas Tabrezi was traveling with a few of his followers. While they were passing a lake, Tabrezi told one of his disciples, “I am thirsty” Do get me some water from the lake." The disciple walked up to the lake. At that moment, a bullock cart started crossing through the lake. As a result, The water became very muddy and turbid. The disciple thought, "How can I give this muddy water to Tabrezi to drink?" So he came back and told Tabrezi, “The water in there is very muddy”, I don't think it is fit to drink." After about half an hour, again Tabrezi asked the same disciple to go back to the lake. The disciple went back, and found that the water was still muddy. He returned and informed Tabrezi about the same. After sometime, again Tabrezi asked the same disciple to go back. This time, the disciple found the mud had settled down, and the water was clean and clear. So he collected some water in a pot and brought it to Tabrezi. Tabrezi looked at the water, and then he looked up at the disciple and said, "See what you did to make the water clean. You let it be, and the mud settled down on its own, and you have clear water." Your mind is like that too ! When it is disturbed, just let it be. Give it a little time. It will settle down on its own. You don't have to put in any effort to calm it down. It will happen. It is effortless." Having 'Peace of Mind' is not a strenuous job, it is an effortless process, so keep ur mind cool and have a great life ahead... Never leave your close ones. If you find few faults in them just close your eyes and remember the best time You spent together... Because Affection is More Important than Perfection..! Neither you can hug yourself....nor you can cry on your own shoulder.... Life is all about living for one another, so live with those who love you the most... Relations cannot be understood by the language of money... Bcoz, Some investments never give profit But they make us rich...! |
| (based on the Karma system) Angel Gabriel came to the Lord and said: "I have to talk to you. We have some Indians here in Heaven and they are causing problems. They're swinging on the pearly Gates, my horn is missing, they are wearing Dolce & Gabbana saris instead of their white robes, they are driving Mercedes and BMW’s instead of the chariots, and they're selling off their halos at discounted prices''. They refuse to keep the stairway to Heaven clear or clean, since they keep crouching down midway eating samosas & drinking chai (tea). Some of them are even walking around with just one wing! They do not believe in discipline and push their way through the line.' The Lord said, 'Indians are Indians. Heaven is home to all my children.If you want to know about real problems, give Saitan a call.' Gabriel calls Saitan on the phone… Saitan answers the phone: 'Hello? Damn, hold on a minute.' Saitan returns to the phone, 'OK I'm back. What can I do for you?' Gabriel: 'I just wanted to know what kind of problems you're having down there.' Saitan says: 'Hold on again. I need to check on something. 'After about 2 minutes, Saitan returns to the phone andl says: 'I'm back. Now what was the question?' Gabriel repeats the question: 'What kind of problems are you having down there?' Saitan says: 'Man I don't believe this... Hold on.' This time Saitan was gone at least 5 minutes. He returns and says: "I'm sorry Gabriel, I can't talk right now. These Indians are trying to install air conditioning and are trying to make Hell a comfortable place to live in by putting out the fire, which is there to keep them uncomfortably hot !! And since they are so tech savvy, they were trying to start a telephone & Internet connection between Heaven & Hell, between ME & GOD !! They have started a social network service for the troubled, and believe in Karma, and are good in convincing others. Some were trying to start a chai pakora, chole-batura, dosa & samosa, barfi, chakli and dhokla shop, which I had to stop. They are excellent in corrupting everyone, and my staff is being bribed by them. I am having difficulty in controlling the graft and corruption in Hell. They never complain as this place seems to be better than from where they came. I am having such a hard time controlling and dealing with them. I am therefore requesting, "O GOD, PLEASE send them back to earth as soon as they arrive - for re-birth." So now you know – "*why Indians are the only ones that are re-born*... 😂😉😘😘😘 |
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