THIS ABOVE ALL
When the world is one
will not be long before the produce of every country will be
available in every other country of the world. If people with
the required travel documents (passports and visas) can go to
countries they are entitled to, there is little justification
for not allowing products of one country being allowed to be
sold in markets of other countries. It only needs amending laws
that prevent them from being so. This came home to me as I ran
out of my stock of German digestive liquor Underberg to which I
am addicted after my evening meal. Why should I have to depend
on friends visiting Germany to get more to replenish my stock?
Why canít I go across the road to Khan Market and ask the wine
merchant to sell me a few packets of Underberg to be better able
to digest my dinner?
With supermarkets being set up everywhere, it will be a matter of time before the products of every country are available globally
I happened to
be in Hong Kong in 1962 when the Chinese gave a drubbing to our
Army. At the time many Chinese jewellers employed retired Sikh
policemen to guard their shops. All they had to do was to be
seated close to the entrance holding a musket in their hands.
The Chinese were dead scared of their presence. As I was passing
one such jewellerís shop, the guard looked up at me and
noticed the camera slung on my shoulder. He concluded I have
come from India. We exchanged greetings "Sat Sri Akal".
He asked me "Deson aiye ho?" (Have you come
from our country?). I replied: "Jee deyson aaya haan."
("Yes, I have come from our country"). He shook his
head and said: "Nakk wadh ditta." ("You
have cut off our noses"). "When we were in the police.
We used to grab six of them at a time by their pigtails and take
them to the thana. Now my Chinese woman taunts me: "Badian
phookan mardey see." ("You boasted a great
deal"). "Nirey kukkar khan jogey ho"
("All you are good for is to eat chickens").
PM versus banker
Manmohan Singh walks into State Bank of India to cash a cheque.
As he approaches, the cashier he says: "Good morning, maíam,
could you please cash this cheque for me?"
"It would be my pleasure, sir. Could you please show me
shocked): "I did not bring my ID with me as I didnít
think there was any need. I am Manmohan Singh, the Prime
Minister of India!"
"Yes, Sir, I know who you are, but with all the regulations
and monitoring of the banks because of imposters and forgers
etc., I must insist on seeing your ID".
ask anyone here at the bank who I am and they will tell you.
Everybody known whom I am!"
"I am sorry Mr Prime Minister, but these are the bank rules
and I must follow them strictly".
MS: "I am
urging you, please, to cash this cheque. Soniaji has gone to
America and Rahulji has, by mistake, taken the keys of the safe
with him. I need some extra money urgently".
"Look Mr Prime Minister, this is what we can do. Some
months back, Baba Ramdev came into the bank without an ID. To
prove he was Ramdev, he pulled his tummy in so much that it went
and touched his back. With that feat, we knew him to be Baba
Ramdev and cashed his cheque. On another occasion, Yuvraj Singh
came in without his ID. To prove his identity, he just went out
and hit six consecutive sixers.
With that we
knew for certain that he was indeed Yuvi himself, and we cashed
his cheque. So, Mr Prime Minister, what can you do to prove that
it is you, and only you, as the Prime Minister of India?"
stood there thinking, thinking and thinking, and finally said:
"Honestly, my mind is totally blank ó there is nothing
that comes to my mind`85 I canít think of a single
"There you are! That is enough. In what denominations would
you like the cash, Mr Prime Minister?"
Vipin Buckshey, Delhi)
An ATM booth
beside a cemetery has a sign: "You canít take it with you
but at least you can sleep next to it".
(Courtesy: Reeten Ganguly,