there was a sikh who worked on the 15th. one day a guy came running to him and said " banta singh banta singh" ur daughter committed suicide. He got all cofused didnt know what to do and he just jumped out the window. after that when he reaches the 10th floor he thinks about it and says:
hey i dont have a daughter
then when he is on the 8th floor he thinks again and says
hey i didnt even get married yet
then when he reaches the 2nd floor he shouts out loud
OHHH no MY NAME IS SANTA SINGH NOT BANTA.!!
**The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them with our own image - otherwise, we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them. **