| An old Parsi is dying & he calls his grandson to his bed, "Dikraa, I leave for you, my chrome-plated .38 revolver." "But Bawaji, I don't like guns. How about you leaving me Tamaaru gold Rolex watch instead?" "Chutia, shutup and listen. Someday you have to run Maaru business. Someday you gonna come home and may be find your Fataakri biwi in bed with some other Bhonsrino Bhadvo. Chutmarina, what will u do then? Point your Rolex watch at him and say "Time's up?" |