These are the two most interesting stories I have ever heard in my life.
1. Rajdhani Express, Mumbai to Delhi; 60 Britishers in one bogey. Sitting silently. Everyone was with their own works. After about an hour a kind of noise broke down the silence. It was coming from the bogey next to them. A few of them went to have a look and found it to be full of Indians. They asked the T.T.E. to get them to shut up. The T.T.E. told them “They are Indians. In India people love to make social bonds even with a stranger. Here people live for each other. It is a country of dedication, love, and brotherhood”.
2. A conversation between fisher man and his son
Son: Tomorrow we are going to earn a hell lot of money
Father: yeah, we have a basketful of crabs today
Son: look father! These Crabs are very active. They are playing
Father: hahaha!! My dear son, they are not playing. Some are trying to come out of the basket and the others are pulling them down. These are Indian origin.
SO……
Stories are made By the Indians, For the Indians. So contradicting stories!!! isn’t it something to Laugh Out Loud.
Probably, the biggest problem we are facing is “Identity Crisis”.
“We are; Indifferent to Sunrise, Hate the Noon Sun, Enjoy the Sunset”
