Bhola from Bombay went to London. In the evening, he felt like talking to his wife. So dialled his residence and the following conversation happened:-
Bhola - O-Haello-o-o
Reply - Hello
Bhola smirks as it is an unfamiliar male voice.
Bhola - Kaun hai re tu.
Reply - Shaab, main Bahadur.
Bhola - Too kahan se aya.
Bahadur - Shaab, mujhe aaj hi MemShaab ne naukri pe rakha hai.
Bhola shifts uneasily at the revealation of his wife’s daring at keeping a Hardworking (u can translate work) Pahari bahadur, the day Bhola has left home.
Bhola - Ja ke Memsahib Ko bula.
Bahadur - Shaab, MemShaab to shota hai.
Bhola - Tu Memsahib ko jaga de.
Bahadur - Par Shaab, MemShaab to Shaab ke saath sota hai.
Bhola is Red and White sorry Wild with anger.
Bhola - Dekh be Bahadur, Tu meri baat sun. Main tera asli Sahab hoon.
Bahadur - Shaab, to phir MemShaab ke paas kaun sota hai.
Bhola - Woh koi nakli Sahab ban ke aya hoga. Tu aisa kar, drawing room ki diwar par meri bandook rakhi hai. Ja usse leke aa ja.
After a pause…
Bahadur - Haan Shaab, Bandook le aya.
Bhola - Ye telephone ke niche wali daraz men goliyaan padi hain. Isme se do goliyaan Bandook mein daal de.
After a shuffling and cranking noise…
Bahadur - Haan Shaab, dal diya.
Bhola - Ab jake us nakli Sahib ko aur Memsahib ko shoot kar de.
Rapport of two gunshots is heard and…
Bahadur - Haan Shaab, maine dono ko shoot kar diya. Ab lashon ka kya karoon.
Bhola - Bahar garden mein gaddha khod ke dono lashon ko dafan kar de.
Bahadur - Shaab, aap kya bolta hai. Ye fifteenth floor pe garden kahan se aa gaya.
Bhola - Oh, sorry, wrong number.