A Sardar is travelling on a train and suddenly he gets the call of nature and goes to the bathroom to releave himself. He opens the door, and sees himself in the bathroom mirror, but thinks there is another man already in the bathroom, he shuts the door immediately appoligizes to the man in the mirror and returns to his seat. After 15 minutes, thinking that the bathroom might be vacant, he goes back and again sees himself in the mirror and says “oh I am really sorry sir, i thought it was vacant” and comes back to his seat. By this time the sardar is getting really restless, since he really has to go. So after another 10 minutes or so he goes to the bathroom for the third time, and again the same thing happens. Now the sardar is getting really infuriated, so he calls the ticket collector and complains to him about a man being in the bathroom for the past half hour doing nothing, and not letting him releave himself. So the collector, who also happens to be a sardar, takes a peek inside and sees himself in the mirror, and closes the door immediately, comes to our poor sardar and says “Sorry sir I cannot tell that person to vacate the bathroom, he is a railway official”
I don’t want to achieve immortality through my work… I want to achieve it through not dying.
[This message has been edited by DonJuan DeMarco (edited April 08, 2002).]