Santa Singh was travelling in a crowded bus. He was carrying the passport size photograph
of his son (for college admission). Accidently,the photo fell down from his pocket. He started searching for it frantically & found it on the floor, below the ends of a woman’s saree. He asked her “Can you lift that saree? I wanna take a photograph”
The rest is history. He was beaten so badly that he had to be admitted to hospital.
He was surprised to see Banta Singh on the bed next to him,in a worse condition.
Banta explained what happened to him He had gone to a remote village to work. He finished late and missed the last bus. He couldn’t find any hotel….
So he approached a nearby house and asked the Owner whether he can stay there for the night. The Owner replied “I have 2 grown up daughters. Sorry,I can’t allow you to stay”. He approached the next house and asked whether he can stay there for the night. The Owner replied,”I have 3 grown up daughters.Sorry,I can’t allow you to stay”. He went to the next house and asked:” Do you have “grown up” Daughters?”. The Owner asked,”WHY?????????”
Banta replied,” I wanted to stay here for a night…..”
The rest is history.
Santa Singh went to his doctor after a long illness. The doctor,
after a lengthy examination, sighed and looked Santa Singh in the eye
and said, “I’ve some bad news for you… you have cancer and it can’t
be cured. I’d give you two weeks to a month.” Santa Singh, shocked
and saddened by the news, but of solid character, managed to compose
himself and walk from the doctor’s office into the waiting room. There
he saw his son who had been waiting. Santa Singh said, “Puttar, we
Surds celebrate when things are good and celebrate when things don’t
go so well. In this case, things aren’t so well. I have cancer and
I’ve been given a short time to live. Let’s head for the pub and have
a few pints.” After three or four pints, the two were feeling a little
less somber. There were some laughs and more beers. They were
eventually approached by some of Santa Singh’s old friends who asked
what the two were celebrating.
Santa Singh told them that the Surds celebrate the good and the bad.
He went on to tell them that they were drinking to his impending end.
He told his friends “I’ve only got few weeks to live as I have been
diagnosed with AIDS.” The friends gave Santa Singh their condolences
and they had a couple more beers.
After his friends left, Santa Singh’s son leaned over and
whispered his confusion, “Dad, I thought you said that you were
dying from cancer? You just told your friends that you were dying from
Santa Singh said, ” I am dying from cancer, puttar. I just don’t want
any of them around your mother after I’m gone.”
Two Sardars and their Horses
Then there were two sardars, Zail singh & Jarnail singh.
Both of them bought a horse each.
“How will we know which is your & which is mine?” asked Zail.”Easy”
Jarnail. “I’ll cut mine’s tail,yours will be the one with tail”
This was heard by a few boys ,they cut the other’s tail too.
Next morning the confusion continued.
“Don’t worry “retorted Jarnail.
“I’ll tie a bell around its neck, yours will be the one without the
The boys heard this also & cut the bell. The next day, Zail
got frustrated & said “Okay now the last criterion, white will be yours
& black will be mine