At heathrow airport, an announcement goes out over the Public Address system: Mr.Rand Chod Kar Sandaas! Mr. Rand Chod Kar Sandaas - please report to the Reception desk.
Ranchhod bhai Karsandas, who has just arrived from Surat , goes red with anger. He goes to the reception, and shouts loudly to the English receptionist. The following conversation must go into the history books of cock-ups:
Ranchhod bhai: Madar Chod ! I am Ranchhod...
Receptionist: Mr. Madar Chod Rand Chod ? Sir, that is not the name I have here. I have Mr. Rand Chod Kar Sandaas.....
Ranchhod bhai: Arrey Bhenchod ! I am NOT Madar chod!
Receptionist: So are you Mr. R.A. Ben or Mr. R.A. Chod? Is your surname Ben or Chod ?
Ranchhod bhai (now really really pissed off): Chootia teri! I am Ranchhod....
Receptionist: Excellent sir, so who is Chootia Teri then?
Whereupon, a Chinese gentleman ambles up to the Reception and asks: Were you calling me?
Receptionist: Now, who are you?
Chinese: I am Choo Tia......
Ranchhod bhai decides to fly back to Surat ! |
