In a village, there was a chaudhry. His father died, and all village-folks came in for condolences. Included were the mirasi and his son. The baap and beta are talking with each other.
Beta: Aba.. jab chaudhry saab marrein gay tau phir gaon ka chaudhry kaun banay ga?
Baap: Chaudhry ka beta banay ga.
Beta: Aur jabb beta bhi marr giya tau?
Baap: Phir uss ka chaacha banay ga, chaudhry.
Beta: Aur jabb chacha bhi marr giya, tau phir kaun banay ga chaudhry?
Baap: Betay… je saara gaon vi marr giya na.. te phair ve, tu nayee banay ga choudhry! :nono3: