09-27-2007, 11:44 AM
I found a joke from the book of JOKER(PERVEZE MUZALLAL's) In The Line of Fire read it and think how cheap your presedent is...
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My romantic uncle Ghazi Ghulam Haider, the one who married the half-Turkish woman, was great at mixing with youngsters and would take the lead in many practical jokes. He would pile eight or ten of us boys into his car-a German Ope1 Rekord-and go looking for mischief. One day, he took us to Frere Gardens, where people go to relax in the evenings. He spotted a man who was as bald as a golf,ball, sitting on a bench. For some reason, the man had oiled his bald pate, making mat- ters worse, for it was shining like a mirror and inviting trouble. "I'll give five rupees to the boy who slaps that man on the head," announced Uncle Haider. We all shrank back, asking him how we could do such a
thing and get away with it. 'Watch me," said my redoubtable uncle. He walked right up behind the man and gave him a tight smack right in the middle of his shiny head, saying, "Bashir, there you are. I've been searching for you." It must have stung like hell. The baldy spun around in shock, but before he could say anything my uncle apologized pro- fusely. "I am so extremely sorry, my brother. You are a carbon copy of a good friend of mine and I mistook you for him. He was supposed to be here." The poor man, still in shock, shifted to another bench some dis- tance away, looking sheepishly this way and that. We were aghast but also relieved that was the end of that, we hoped, and Uncle Haider would think up something less dangerous and embarrassing next. Lo and behold, he raised the stakes. "Now I will give ten rupees," our dis- believing ears heard him saying, "to the boy who smacks his bald head again." We were appalled. To get away with it once was a miracle. To get away with it twice was asking for very serious trouble. When we demurred, Uncle Haider said, 'Watch me." He stole up behind the man again and smacked him even harder on the head, saying, "0 Bashir, there you are. Ijust saw a man who looks exactly like you and smacked him on the head." The poor man spun around again in utter consternation, his eyes wild with disbelief. His mouth gaped like a goldfish. Before he could get a word out, Uncle Haider started acting contrite. He apologized even more profusely, asking in mock dismay, "How was I to know that you had shifted seats?" W~thout giving the stunned man a chance to say anything, he walked away. We all rolled on the grass with laughter. Don't get Uncle Haider wrong, though. He was in the air force and had won the sword in the Indian Air Force before Partition.</b>
Although he disclosed a lot about his family background for example he told all of us that he belongs to a family of DANCERS etc etc....
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My romantic uncle Ghazi Ghulam Haider, the one who married the half-Turkish woman, was great at mixing with youngsters and would take the lead in many practical jokes. He would pile eight or ten of us boys into his car-a German Ope1 Rekord-and go looking for mischief. One day, he took us to Frere Gardens, where people go to relax in the evenings. He spotted a man who was as bald as a golf,ball, sitting on a bench. For some reason, the man had oiled his bald pate, making mat- ters worse, for it was shining like a mirror and inviting trouble. "I'll give five rupees to the boy who slaps that man on the head," announced Uncle Haider. We all shrank back, asking him how we could do such a
thing and get away with it. 'Watch me," said my redoubtable uncle. He walked right up behind the man and gave him a tight smack right in the middle of his shiny head, saying, "Bashir, there you are. I've been searching for you." It must have stung like hell. The baldy spun around in shock, but before he could say anything my uncle apologized pro- fusely. "I am so extremely sorry, my brother. You are a carbon copy of a good friend of mine and I mistook you for him. He was supposed to be here." The poor man, still in shock, shifted to another bench some dis- tance away, looking sheepishly this way and that. We were aghast but also relieved that was the end of that, we hoped, and Uncle Haider would think up something less dangerous and embarrassing next. Lo and behold, he raised the stakes. "Now I will give ten rupees," our dis- believing ears heard him saying, "to the boy who smacks his bald head again." We were appalled. To get away with it once was a miracle. To get away with it twice was asking for very serious trouble. When we demurred, Uncle Haider said, 'Watch me." He stole up behind the man again and smacked him even harder on the head, saying, "0 Bashir, there you are. Ijust saw a man who looks exactly like you and smacked him on the head." The poor man spun around again in utter consternation, his eyes wild with disbelief. His mouth gaped like a goldfish. Before he could get a word out, Uncle Haider started acting contrite. He apologized even more profusely, asking in mock dismay, "How was I to know that you had shifted seats?" W~thout giving the stunned man a chance to say anything, he walked away. We all rolled on the grass with laughter. Don't get Uncle Haider wrong, though. He was in the air force and had won the sword in the Indian Air Force before Partition.</b>
Although he disclosed a lot about his family background for example he told all of us that he belongs to a family of DANCERS etc etc....
