One sardu was going to Chandigarh from pune by a air-india plane. He was alloted the middle seat of one of the 3-seats array. But as soon as the sardarji got into the plane, he sat on the window side seat which was actually for an old lady. After some time the old lady came and requested the sardarji to leave the side seat. But the sardaji told: ”I want to see the view from the window and shall not leave”. The old lady then complained to the air hostess. The air hostess came and requested the sardarji to leave that seat. But sardarji was adament and did not leave. Then the air hostess went and told the asst capt. He also came and requested, but in vain.
Finally the Captain came. He whispered something in the ears of the sardarji, and the sardarji immedietly left the side seat and returned to the middle seat. Astonished, the airhostess and the asst. capt. asked the capt afterwards what he told to the sardarji. Capt. told: ”nothing. Ijust told him that only the middle seats will go to Chandigarh. All others will go to Jalandhar.”
ONCE ONE SARDARJI GOES TO A HOTEL. HE EATES FULLY. AND AFTER EATING HE GOES TO WASH HIS HANDS IN THE WASHBASIN. INSTEAD OF WASHING HIS HANDS HE STARTS WASHING THE WASHBASIN, THE MANAGER COMES RUNNING AND ASKS PRAHJI AAP KYA KAR RAHE HO. THE SARDARJI REPLIES AAP NE TO BORD LAGAYA HE KI WASHBASIN-0+
An Irishman named O’Malley went to his doctor after a long illness.
The doctor, after a lengthy examination, sighed and looked O’Malley 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 to live.”
O’Malley was shocked and saddened by the news, but of solid character. He managed to compose himself and walk from the doctor’s office into the waiting room. There, he saw his son who had been waiting. O’Malley said, ”Well son, we Irish celebrate when things are good, and we 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 O’Malley’s old friends who asked what the two were celebrating. O’Malley told them that the Irish 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 a few weeks to live as I have been diagnosed with AIDS.”
The friends gave O’Malley their condolences, and they had a couple more beers.
After his friends left, O’Malley’s son leaned over and whispered his confusion. ”Dad. I though you said that you were dying from cancer??? You just told your friends that you were dying from AIDS!”
O’Malley said, ”I am dying of cancer, son. I just don’t want any of them sleeping with your mother after I’m gone.”
Report submitted by Banta Singh to his manager after completing his Y2K verification task.
Our staff has completed the 18 months of work on time and on
budget. We have gone through every line of code in every program in every system. We have analyzed all databases, all data
files, including backups and historic archives, and modified all data to reflect the change. We are proud to
report that we have completed the ”Y-to-K” date change mission, and have now implemented all changes to all programs
and all data to reflect your new standards:
Januark, Februark, March, April, Mak, June, Julk, August, September, October, November, December
As well as:
Sundak, Mondak, Tuesdak, Wednesdak Thursdak, Fridak, Saturdak.
I trust that this is satisfactory, because to be honest, none of
this Y to K problem has made any sense to me. But I understand it is a global problem, and our team is glad to help
in any way possible. And what does the year 2000 have to do with it? Speaking of which, what do you think we ought to
do next year when the two digit year rolls over from 99 to 00?
We’ll await your direction.”
Y2K Project Leader
Sardar Ji’s wife was lying on her deathbed, and taking his hand lovingly in her own, she said:
” Sardar Ji, I want you to get married after I die, don’t mope around alone. But promise me you will not give my clothes to her. Keep them to remind you of our golden days together”
” No I won’t ” said the sardar” in any case Kalpana is a head taller than you”