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Janaki Jambunathan

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A man walks into a restaurant with a full-grown ostrich bird behind him. Thewaitress asks them for their orders. The man says, 'A hamburger, fries and a coke,' and turns to the ostrich, 'What's yours?'

'I'll have the same,' says the ostrich.

A short time later the waitress returns with the order 'That will be $9.40 please,' and the man reaches into his pocket and pulls out the exact change for payment.

The next day, the man and the ostrich come again and the man says, 'A hamburger, fries and a coke'
The ostrich says, 'I'll have the same'
Again the man reaches into his pocket and pays with exact change.

This becomes routine until the two enter again.

'The usual?' asks the waitress.
'No, this is Friday night, so I will have a steak, baked potato and a salad,' says the man.
'Same,' says the ostrich.
Shortly the waitress brings the order and says, 'That will be $32.62.'
Once again the man pulls the exact change out of his pocket and places it on the table.

The waitress cannot hold back her curiosity any longer.
"Excuse me, sir. How do you manage to always come up with the exact change in your pocket every time?"

Says the man, "Well, several years ago I was cleaning the attic and found an old lamp. When I rubbed it, a Genie appeared and offered me two wishes. The first wish I asked was that if I ever had to pay for anything, I would just put my hand in my pocket and the right amount of money would always be there."

The waitress said "That's brilliant! Most people would ask for a million dollars or something, but you'll always be as rich as you want for as long as you live. How smart of you!''

"That's right. Whether it's a gallon of milk or a Rolls Royce, the exact amount of money is always there" says the man proudly.

The waitress asks, "But, what's that ostrich all about?"

The man sighs, pauses and answers with a heavy heart, "My second wish was for a tall chick with long legs who accompanies me wherever I go and agrees with everything I say".

MORAL OF THE STORY: Men's brains work brilliant until they start thinking about a woman!!

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An ostrich with long legs is fine as long as it does not bury its head in sand and pose that man does not exist.

Coming to think of it, some ostriches can be beautiful also.

I know a brahmin lady in delhi , tall with long legs who married a short man from garhwal looking like a gorkha.

you see when some of them require protection from ogling men , Who can be better than a Gorkha?
 
This is God and not Genie from the lamp!

"How many times do I tell you that I will buy you the car on your birthday," Mumma yelled at him. "What has Mumma told you to do when she is working on her laptop?".


"Not to disturb her", little Varun murmured, adorable in his anger, but not looking at his mother at all.

"Go to your room right now and do your homework." Loudly shouting, Mumma pointed at his room upstairs, asking him to leave. He ran upto to his room sobbing and wiping his nose with his tiny palms.

At night, during dinner, he didn't speak a word to his mother. She was constantly smiling at puffed angered face all the time. After the dinner, he didn't have his regular desert, a scoop of black berry. He ran to his room and banged the door, acting sleepy.

His mother entered, calling out to him in a hushed voice, "Mannu!". He didn't budge. She even tried to tickle him, which would have usually lead to histinkling laughter, but he just giggled, burying his laughter in his mouth. At last, she gave up, tucked him and kissed him good night on his rosy cheeks, which he made redder by wiping her kiss off. She chuckled and left.

Next morning, he rushed to school, still angry at his mother. She thought that his favourite lunch of apple pieces and peanut butter sandwich would do the trick. After he left, she went to clean his room. She picked up all the toys spread on the floor and made his bed. Beneath his pillow, she felt something. It was a notebook. With awe, she turned each and every page, and at the last entry, tears rolled down her cheeks as she read,

"Dear God,
Please send Papa back. Mumma says, Papa gone to meet God. Papa never said No to Varun. Mumma is bad. She shouts at Varun. Bunty and Pinky have remote cars. They race after school. Varun also want it. Mumma not giving. Do something God.
-Varun."

She wiped her tears, thought of something and took a pen and started writing on the new page, next to his letter,

"Dear Varun,
Don't worry. Mumma and Papa love you - but God loves you more. I have the perfect idea for you. Why don't you ask Mumma for a piggy bank. In that piggy bank, I will put Rs. 10 everyday. At by your birthday next month, you will have enough money to buy your remote car. Just remember,
(1) Don't share this letter with anyone and,
(2) Don't use money for buying anything else.
- Love God.”

At night,when Varun returned from his Grandma's, he went straight to his room. He opened his 'special notebook', as he had named it, to 'pencil' down his feelings about the day. He opened the page after his last entry and was stunned. God had replied! He read the letter and jumped on his bed. He was overjoyed. He almost forgot about the toy. With a grin on his face, he slept that night calmly.

Next day when his mother came to wake him up, he hugged and kissed her, like he used to. Mumma was glad, finally the ice had thawed. Varun immediately demanded from her that he needs a piggy bank instead of the remote car. Mumma agreed like any other parent would.

Thereupon, regularly every night, Varun started getting money from God. He had hidden the piggy bank under his bed, where Mumma won't be able to find it. He didn't want her to know about the big 'secret' between him and God. Things were back to normal and days passed by. Varun tried to tell this story to his best friend, Naina. But she was too sceptical about the reply from God. “Thich cannot happen Valun. Teacher cchaid Magic is not leal.” she said. He tried to convince her, but then he remembered of his promise to God and instead asked about Doraemon.

On a bright blessed Sunday, Mumma was leaning back on the chair and reading the Times, with hot chocolate, when Varun came running to her with a big box in hand. The box was wrapped in a newspaper shabbily. She understood, that finally her son has got what he wanted. He asked her to open the box and sat down on the floor before her, staring with his big round eyes. Mumma smiled at him and started unwrapping the box carefully, not to tear the beautifully imperfect packaging. There were some Chinese alphabets scribbled on the box with images of fancy Formula One racing cars. Mumma smirked at this sight. She confidently opened the box thinking that she will end up spending the morning watching him play with this.

For her surprise, inside there was a beautiful hand made card. She was dumbstruck. Varun's curly handwriting and splash of colours touched her heart like never before. It was the first card Mumma had received from Varun. He had used fancy laces to build the border of the card with active work of crayons at places to draw flowers. He had also painted butterflies using his thumb impressions. In the centre of the card, in big bold letters, he had written using sketch pens, 'World's Best Mumma'. In the corner he wrote, 'With Luv, From Mannu (Varun)'.
She was touched, while Varun was enjoying all of this looking at his mother, with an expression which said, "Just a second, there is more to come."

Mumma saw that there is a folded page pinned at the back of the card. She removed the pin and unfolded the page which was the same one on which God had replied to Varun. At the back of the page, Varun had written back to God,
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“Dear God,
Yesterday night Varun saw GOD putting money in Varun's birthday gift, the piggy bank.
This is just a Return Gift.
-Varun.”


Peace!
 
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