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A letter from a Sardar mum to her son (Funny).
« on: February 14, 2006, 03:23:41 PM »
I think Sardars have a bad day today with me :)

Here you go..........


A letter from an Indian mother to her son.

My dear Jagjit, I am in a well here and hoping you are also in a well
there.

I'm writing this letter slowly, because I know you cannot read fast.

We don't live where we did when you left home. Your dad read in the
newspaper that most accidents happen 20 miles from home, so we moved
20miles.

I won't be able to send the address as the last Sardar who stayed
here took the house numbers with them for their new house so they would not
have to change their address.

Hopefully by next week we will be able to take our earlier address plate
here, and that our address will remain same too.

This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine, situated right
above the toilet I'm not sure it works too well. Last week I put in 3
shirts, pulled the chain and haven't seen them since.

The weather here isn't too bad. It rained only twice last week. The First
time it rained for 3 days and second time for 4 days.

The coat you wanted me to send you, your Aunt said it would be a little too
heavy to send in the mail with all the metal buttons, so we cut them off
and put them in the pocket.

Your father has another job. He has 500 men under him. He is cutting the
grass at the cemetery.

By the way I took Bahu to our club's poolside. The manager is Badmash.
He told her that two piece swimming suit is not allowed in his club. We
were confused as to which piece should we remove?

Your sister had a baby this morning. I haven't found out whether it is a
girl or a boy, so I don't know whether you are an Aunt or Uncle.

Your uncle, Jetinder fell in the nearby well. Some men tried to pull Him
out, but he fought them off bravely and drowned. We cremated him and he
burned for three days.

Your best friend, Balwinder, is no more. He died trying to fulfill his
father's last wishes. His father had wished to be buried in the sea after
he died. And your friend died while in the process of digging a grave for
his father.  :mrgreen:

There isn't much more news this time. Nothing much has happened.

Love....Mom.

P.S. Jagjit, I was going to send you some money but by the time I realized,
I had already sealed off this letter.  :)
Its better to live like a lion for one day and die honorably, than to live like a fox for hundred years.