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Laughter is the best Medicine


A Sardar walked into a household appliances store. The owner was busy tallying his accounts and his eyes were glued to his ledgers. The Sardar asked the owner ``I want that VCR.''Without taking the eyes off the ledgers, the owner replied, ``No, Sardar, that is not for you.''
      Our Sardar felt insulted. He thought that the shopkeeper was biased against Sardars. Next day he arrived at the shop clean shaven and without his headgear. He asked for the same VCR. The owner, who was again busy tallying his accounts replied without rising his head, ``No, Sardar, that is not for you.''
        The Sardar was perplexed. How could the shopkeeper guess correctly that he was Sardar? So, the next day, the Sardar went to the same shop disguised as a woman, in churidar and pyjama, head covered with dupatta, and asked for the same VCR. The shopkeeper again replied without rising his head – `'No Sardar, that is not for you!''
         Puzzled, the Sardar asked the shopkeeper how he guessed that he was a Sardar without raising his head.
        `'Very simple,'' said the shopkeeper. `'that is not a VCR. That is a washing machine!''

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       One night, Banta Singh was walking homewards when a thief jumped on him all of a sudden. Banta and the thief had a terrific tussle. They rolled about on the ground, and Banta put up a tremendous fight until, at last, the thief managed to get better of him and pinned him to the ground.
        The thief then went through Banta's pockets and searched him all over. There was only a 25-paise coin he could lay his hands on. The thief was so surprised at this that he asked Banta why he had bothered to fight so hard just for a 25-paise bit.
       ``Was that all you wanted?'' said Banta Singh, ``I thought you were after the five-hundred rupees I have got   in my shoe!''

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         Banta Singh was fed up with life and told a friend, `I am going to jump off the 8th storey of building and kill myself.'
       `But there are no eight-storey buildings in our town,' replied his friend. `The highest has only four floors.'
        `In that case, I will jump off it twice,' replied Banta undaunted.
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