Mother issues

Three ladies in Delhi Gymkhana are sitting around a table playing bridge and bragging about their sons. 'My Mukesh,' says Mrs Khanna, 'Once a week, he brings me a huge bouquet of flowers, he's constantly bringing me out to restaurants to eat.'

'That's very nice,' says Mrs Pasricha. 'But when I think about the way my Samir takes care of me, it just can't compare. Every morning as soon as I wake up, he brings me freshly made idli and a cup of chamomile.'

'Well,' says Mrs Banerjee, 'This is not a competition, but my Subhro pays someone ₹2,000 an hour twice a week just so he can lie on a couch and talk to him. And who do you think he speaks about at those prices? ALL HE SPEAKS ABOUT IS ME!'


The Great Salesman

Man: Could I interest you in a microscope?

Customer: No, thanks. I'd have no use for it.

Man: Here is my business card in case you ever do.

Customer: I can't read this, it's too small.

Man: Boy, have I got the product for you!