Sunday, December 14, 2008

'We Were Shown ... Atrocities On Muslims In India'






Full text of what is said to be the verbatim statement of the lone surviving terrorist out of the ten who were involved in the attack on Mumbai
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Name: Mohammad Ajmal Amir [aka Qasab*]
Age: 21 yrs. 
Occupation: Labour
R/O: Village Faridkot, Tehsil Dipalpur, Dist: Okara, State: Punjab, Pakistan


I am as above and reside at the above given address since my birth. I have studied up to 4th standard from Government Primary School.



After leaving school in 2000, I went to Lahore. My brother Afzal stays at Galli No. 54, R.No. 12, Mohalla Tohit Abad, near Yadgar Minar, Lahore. I did labour jobs at different places till 2005. During that period I used to visit my native place. In the year 2005, I had a quarrel with my father. Therefore, I left my house and went to Ali Hajveri Darbar at Lahore.


At the said place, the boys who had run away from their houses are kept. From there, the boys are sent to different places for employment. One day when I was there, a person by name Shafiq came there and took me with him. He was in the catering business. He was from Zhelam [Jhelam]. I started working with him on daily wages. I was given Rs 120 per day. After some days my salary was increased up to Rs 200 per day. I worked with him till 2007.


While I was working with Shafiq, I came in contact with one Muzaffar Lal Khan, aged 22 years, r/o Village -Romiya, Tehsil & Dist -Atak, State -Sarhad, Pakistan. As we were not getting enough money, we decided to carry out robbery / dacoity at some place so that we will get a large amount. As such we left the job.

Thereafter we went to Rawalpindi. We hired a flat at Bangash Colony, Rawalpindi, and started residing in it. Afzal had located a house where he thought we would get a large amount.


He had surveyed the said place and drawn a map of the said place. We required some fire-arms for our purpose. Afzal told me that he could get some fire-arms at his native place, but it was very risky, as there was frequent checking at his native place.

While we were in search of fire-arms we saw some LeT stalls at Raja bazaar, Rawalpindi, on the day of Bakri-id. We thought that, even if we procured fire-arms, we could not operate them. Therefore, we decided to join LeT for weapon training.


After making enquiries we reached LeT office. In the LeT office we met a person. We told him that we wanted to join LeT. He made some enquiry with us, noted our names and address and told us to come on next day.

On the next day, we went to LeT office and met the same man. One more person was present with him.


He gave us Rs 200 and some receipt. Then he gave us the address of a place called Marqas Taiyyaaba, Muridke, and told us to go to the said place where LeT is having their training camp. As directed, we went to the said place by bus. We showed the receipt given to us at the gate of the c

amp. We were allowed inside. At the entry gate, our details were filled up on two forms. Then we were taken to the actual camp area. At the said place, initially we were selected for 21 days training called Daura-Sufa. From the next day, we started attending training. The daily programme was as mentioned below.


04.15: Wake up call and thereafter namaz
08.00: Breakfast
08.30-10.00: Lecture on Hadis and Quran by Mufti Sayyed
10.00-12.00: Rest
12.00-13.00: Lunch Break
13.00-14.00: Namaz
14.00-16.00: Rest
16.00-18.00: PT and Game Instructor Fadulla
18.00-20.00: Namaz and other work
20.00-21.00: Dinner


After completion of the above said training, we were selected for another training called Daura-Ama. The said training was also for 21 days. We were then taken in a vehicle to a place called Mansera, Buttal Village.


At the said place, we were given training of all weapons for 21 days. The daily programme was as mentioned below.

04.15 - 05.00: Wake up call and thereafter namaz
05.00-6.00: PT Instructor abu Anas
08.00: Breakfast
08.30-11.30: Weapons training. Trainer Abdul Rehman, Weapons AK-47, Green-O, SKS, Uzi gun, pistol, revolver
11.30-12.00: Rest
12.00-13.00: Lunch break
13.00-14.00: Namaz
14.00-16.00: Rest
16.00-18.00: PT
18.00-20.00: Namaz and other work
20.00-21.00: Dinner


After completing the said training, we were told that, we will be given the next advance training, but for that purpose we have to do some Khidmat for two months (Khidmat is a sort of service in the said camp as per the trainees' liking). We agreed to do the Khidmat for two months.

After two months, I was allowed to go to meet my parents. I stayed with my parents for one month. Thereafter, I went to LeT camp situated at Shaiwainala, Muzzafarabad, for further advanced training. At that place, they took my photographs and filled up some forms. Then we were taken to Chelabandi pahadi area for training called Duara-khas. The said training was for 3 months. The training included PT, handling of all weapons and firing practice of the said weapons, training of handling of hand grenade, rocket launchers and mortars. The daily programme was as mentioned below.


04.15-05.00: Wake up call and thereafter namaz
05.00-06.00: PT Instructor Abu Mawiya
08.00: Breakfast
08.30-11.30: Weapons training handling of all weapons and firing practices of the said weapons, training of handling of hand grenade, rocket launchers and mortars, Green-O, SKS, Uzi gun, pistol, revolver, Hand grenade, rocket launchers. Trainer Abu Mawiya
11.30-12.00: Rest
12.00-13.00: Lunch Break
13.00-14.00: Namaz
14.00-16.00: Weapon training and firing practice. Lecture on Indi

an security agencies
16.00-18.00: PT
18.00-20.00: Namaz and other work
20.00-21.00: Dinner


At the said place 32 persons were present for training.

Out of these 32 trainees, 16 were selected for some confidential operation by one Zaqi-ur-Rehman Chacha. Out of these 16 trainees 3 trainees ran away from the camp. The above said chacha then sent the remaining 13 of us along with a person called Kafa to the above said earlier camp at Muridke. At Muridke, we were taught swimming and getting acquainted with the environment experienced by a fisherman on a sea.


We did some experimental tours by launches on the sea. During the said training, we were given lectures on working of Indian security agencies. We were shown the clippings highlighting the atrocities on Muslims in India.

After completing the said training, we were allowed to go to our native places. For seven days, I stayed with my family members. After seven days I went to the LeT camp at Muzzafarabad.


The above said 13 of us were present for training. Thereafter, as per the instructions of Zaki-ur-Rehman, the above said Kafa took us to camp at Muridke. At the said camp again we underwent the training of swimming and getting acquainted with the environment and experience on sea. The training continued for one month.

During the said training, we were given the lectures on India and its security agencies, including RAW. We were also given the training on how to evade the chase by security personnel. We were strictly instructed not to make phone calls to Pakistan after reaching India.


The names of the persons present for the said training are as mentioned below.

Mohd Azmal aka Abu Muzahid
Ismail aka Abu Umar
Abu Ali
Abu Aksha
Abu Umer
Abu Shoeb
Abdul Rehman (Bada)
Abdul Rehman (Chhota)
Afadulla
Abu Umar


After completion of training, Zaki-ur-Rehman aka Chacha selected 10 of us and formed 5 teams each having two persons on 15 Sept 2008. My team included myself and Ismail. Our code name was VTS team. We were then shown the site 'Google Earth' on Internet. On the same site, we were shown the information about Azad Maidan, Mumbai, how and where to get down at Mumbai. We were shown the film on VT railway station and the film showing the commuters moving around at rush hours at VT railway station.


We were instructed to carry out the firing at rush hours in the morning between 7 to 11 hours and between 7 to 11 hours in the evening. Then kidnap some persons, take them to the roof of some nearby building. After reaching at the roof top, we were to contact chacha. After that, chacha would give the telephone or mobile no of electronic media. We were then to contact the media persons on the same phone. And as per the instructions received from chacha, we would make demands for releasing the hostages. This was the general strategy decided by our trainers.


The date fixed for the said operation was 27th Sept 2008. However, the operation was cancelled for some reason. We stayed at Karachi. Again we made practice of travelling by speed boats on the sea. We stayed there upto 23rd Nov 2008. The other teams were as mentioned below.

2nd Team 
1) Abu Aksha
2) Abu Umar

3rd Team
1) Bada Abdul Rehman
2) Abu Ali

4th Team
1) Chhota Abdul Rehman
2) Afadulla

5th Team
1) Shoeb
2) Abu Umer


On 23rd Nov 2008, the above said teams including our team left from Azizabad, Karachi along with Zaki-ur-Rehman aka Chacha and Kafa. We were taken to the nearby sea shore. At 04.15 hours we reached the sea shore. At the sea shore we boarded a launch. After traveling for 22 to 25 nautical miles we met a bigger launch in the sea. We boarded the said launch and after journey of 1 hour we boarded a bigger ship by name Al-Huseini in the deep sea. While boarding the said ship, each of us was given a sack containing 8 grenades, one AK-47 rifle, 200 cartridges, 2 magazines and one cell phone for communication.

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Then we started towards Indian coast. When we reached Indian waters, the crew members of Al-Huseini ship hijacked one Indian launch. The seamen from the said launch were shifted to Al-Huseini ship. We were then boarded the hijacked Indian ship. One Indian seaman was kept along with us.


At the gun point, he took us towards the Indian coast. After journey of about 3 days, we reached near sea shore of Mumbai. While we were at some distance from the shore, Ismail and Afadulla killed the Indian seaman, (Tandel) at the basement of the said Indian launch. Then we boarded floatable dinghi and reached Budwar Park Jetty as per the instructions received earlier.

After getting down at Budwar Park, I went along with Ismail to VT railway stn by taxi.

After reaching the hall of VT railway stn. We, i.e. Ismail and myself, went to the common toilet, took out the weapons from our sacks, loaded them, came out of toilet and started firing indiscriminately towards the passengers.


Suddenly one police officer in uniform came towards us and opened fire. In retaliation, we threw hand grenades towards him and also opened fire towards him. Then we went inside the railway stn threatening the commuters and randomly firing at them.

Then we came out of the railway stn and started searching for a building with roof top. But we did not find a suitable building.

Therefore, we entered a lane. Then we entered a building and went upstarts. On 3rd or 4th floor we searched for hostages but we found that the said building was a hospital and not a residential building. Therefore we started coming down.


At that time policemen started firing at us. As such we threw some grenades towards them. When we were coming out of the hospital premises, we suddenly saw one police vehicle passing in front of us. Therefore, we took shelter behind a bush.

Another vehicle passed in front of us and stopped at some distance. One police officer got down from the said vehicle and started firing at us. One bullet hit my hand and my AK-47 dropped down. I bent to pick it up when second bullet hit me on the same hand. I got injured. Ismail opened fire at the officers who were in said vehicle. They got injured and firing from their side stopped.

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We waited for some time and then went towards the said vehicle. Three bodies lying there. Ismail removed the three bodies and drove the said vehicle. I sat next to him. While we were moving in the said vehicle, some police men tried to stop us. Ismail opened fire towards them while we were on the move; our vehicle got punctured near a big ground by the side of road. Ismail got down from the driver seat, stopped a car at the gun point and removed the three lady occupants from the said car. Then Ismail carried me to the car and sat me inside as I was injured. Then he drove the said car.


While we were moving in the said car, we were stopped on the road near sea shore. Ismail fired towards them. Some policemen got injured. Police also opened fire towards us. Due to the police firing Ismail got injured. Then police removed us to some hospital. In the hospital I came to know that Ismail succumbed to the injuries he has sustained.

My statement is read over to me, explained in Hindi and it is correctly recorded.

Mohammad Ajmal Amir*

*The surviving terrorist's name has been variously used as Azam Amir Kasab, Muhammad Amin Kasab, Azam Amir Kasav, Iman Qasab etc. His correct name is as above. Apparently, when asked about his caste, he had mumbled in pain that he hailed from the Kasai (butcher) community. This is what was misheard and mistranscribed as Kasab/Qasab/Kasav or even Kamaal in some of the accounts.


Source: Outlook India Magazine - http://www.outlookindia.com/full.asp?fodname=20081210&fname=ajmal&sid=1&pn=4


Let’s tone it down, cricket can only do so much

A nice article by Harsha Bhogale - one of India's best known sports commentator and an intelligent thought leader. Source: http://www.indianexpress.com/news/lets-tone-it-down-cricket-can-only-do-so-much/397339/

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Can two teams playing a Cricket match overcome the wounds of terrorism? Can they make the world feel a more secure place? Can they deliver a slap on the face of a terrorist? As my sport so beautifully takes centre stage once again, I debate these questions endlessly. These and many more. Can England vs  India at the Chepauk quell the anger in my land? Can sport be a balm at all? Does it count?


Yes, I tell myself but I am not sure if cricket can bring solace to those that are hurt. Cricket can uplift me because I have lost nobody. I played a game against Ashok Kamte, the brave officer of the Mumbai Police, and we laughed between deliveries. Can I go to his wife and say that Harbhajan bowling to Pietersen is our response to the man who killed her husband? That everyone is being brave, that the show must go on? Which show?


And so cricket can at best be an intoxicant, a mild drug that soothes you and lets you forget briefly. It brings a smile to your face to see a Tendulkar, a Dravid, a Dhoni, a Pietersen, a Flintoff; fine people doing what they know best. They are wonderful ambassadors of joy and may they long be that way but even as I visualise Harmison and Flintoff firing thunderbolts into Tendulkar’s ribs I cannot, and may not for a long time, get myself to use the word ‘brave’.


So let us put the imagery behind us, rein in our adjectives a bit, and watch cricket for what it is. And let us say thank you to England for coming back to our shores when they had every reason to be apprehensive, even scared. Maybe they still are but they are playing cricket on our land, as our guests and we must applaud them for that. They had a reason to pull out this time, unlike in 2001 when Robert Croft and Andrew Caddick got their geography mixed up and couldn’t find a map handy. 


There is a perception that England are here because the cricket world needs India. That is true for without a strong India while the game will still survive, it will do so rather less affluently. It is much like the world needs the US markets to be healthy because the Americans have traditionally spent more than anyone else. A weak USA is bad for world markets as a weak India is bad for cricket. But don’t forget that the BCCI needs teams to come to India as much as visiting teams want to. If England had opted not to return, and other teams followed their example, Indian cricket might have found itself in a downward spiral as well. So you see this tour is as much about emotion as it is about cold commerce; a soufflé and a flaming pickle on the same table! 


India’s, and by extension the world’s, current predicament shows how fragile our sport is. It needs fresh lands to play in, more teams to compete; it needs to find more pockets of wealth, more avenues for competition. There will never be more than half a dozen teams playing the game as we know it now and at the level we want it to be. It can no longer be the modern missionary of the game. People in the US, in Fiji, in Denmark and in Hong Kong cannot, will not, bow to the altar of Test Cricket like we do. T2
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cricket must do that. In this brash young kid lies the future of our sport and, dare I say, the future of Test cricket. Cricket needs to be more nimble to protect its treasure, which is what test cricket really is.


But till we take the time we sometimes need to see what is standing opposite us, we must lumber along. Hopefully this will be a good series. It needs to be. England must play like cricketers not like the six hundred that rode into the valley of death; or like aid workers coming to fulfil an obligation. And India must show them all the gratitude they can off the field.


I hope the cricket is good. It cannot be a balm but we could do with the intoxicant.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Funny Quotes By Woody Allen














  1. "In Los Angeles they don't throw out their garbage away. They make it into television shows."
  2. "I'm such a good lover because I practice a lot on my own."
  3. "My problems all started with my early education. I went to a school for mentally disturbed teachers."
  4. "My love life is terrible. The last time I was inside a woman was when I visited the Statue of Liberty."
  5. "My wife and I pondered for a while whether to take a vacation or get a divorce. We decided that a trip to Bermuda is over in two weeks, but a divorce is something you always have."
  6. "Another good thing about being poor is that when you are seventy your children will not have declared you legally insane in order to gain control of your estate."
  7. "Bisexuality doubles your chances of a date on a Saturday night."
  8. "On the plus side, death is one of the few things that can be done just as easily lying down."

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Telecom revolution in India

Growth of telecom in India has been phenomenal - nothing less than a 'revolution'!

The first level of this revolution happened in 1980s when the then Prime Minister Rajiv Gandhi brought Dr. Sam Pitroda to pu growth of telecom in India on fast track. The ubiquitous PCOs (public telephone booths) that have now reached every small town and village of India was one big contribution to India's telecom revolution from Rajiv Gandhi and Sam Pitroda.

But if that success was big, the growth of mobile (wireless) telephony in India is humongous!
By Sept 2008 the subscriber base in India crossed a mamoth 300 million - with over 233 million GSM subscribers and over 80 million CDMA subscribers (http://mobile.broadbandindia.com/2008/10/77-mn-gsm-net-adds-in-sep-2008.html)

And yet, India's mobile penetration is below 25%  - so imagine the kind of growth potential India still offers.

Indian subscriber base is expected to touch 529 million by 2010. Note that the population of entire Europe is around 400 million - and has already reached 100% mobile coverage. So by 2010 India's subscriber base alone would be more than that of entire Europe - and yet, it would be less than 50% of India's total population. 
These are the numbers that are attracting every BIG NAME in global telecom players to India - be it Vodafone or Virgin Mobile or Indian giants such as Bhari Airtel and Reliance.

Having said this, the average revenue per user (ARPU - i.e. the amount of monthly bills a subscriber pays) is still abysmally low at Rs. 300 versus over Rs. 1000 in developped markets. But right now the race is for volumes - increasing subscriber base; not for quality of service or the profitability (ARPU). So at least for some time to come, you will see subscriber base in India swelling while the ARPU keeps on plunging.

In fact India's ARPU is already one of the lowest in the world. 

















Right now the focus is on volumes - getting as much subscribers as possible; rather than on service quality or profitability (ARPU)...and this will continue at least for foreseeable future, till mobile penetration in India reaches a substantial number.

I am betting big on large Indian mobile companies - mainly Bharti and Reliance - to give handsome
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turns on onvestment.

The Indian telecom story has just begun...

Thursday, December 4, 2008

What women really want (copied somewhere from the net...)

This has been copied shamelessly but it's worth sharing. I got this from some blog...

King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighboring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him but was moved by Arthur’s youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer and, if after a year, he still had no answer, he would be put to death.
The question was: What do women really want?
What women want?

Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, and to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, he accepted the monarch’s proposition to have an answer by year’s end. He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone:the princess, the priests, the wise men, and even the court jester. He spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer. Many people advised him to consult the old witch, for only she would have the answer. But the price would be high as the witch was famous throughout the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged.

The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but he would have to agree to her price first. The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, the most noble of the Knights of the Round Table, and Arthur’s closest friend! Young Arthur was horrified. She was hunchbacked and hideous, had only one tooth, smelled like sewage, made obscene noises, etc. He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in all his life. He refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden, but Lancelot, learning of the proposal, spoke with Arthur. He said nothing was too big a sacrifice compared to Arthur’s life and the preservation of the Round Table. Hence, a wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered Arthur’s question thus: “What a woman really wants,” she said, “is to be in charge of her own life.”

Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth and that Arthur’s life would be spared. And so it was, the neighboring monarch granted Arthur his freedom and Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding. The honeymoon hour approached and Lancelot, steeling himself for a horrific experience, entered the bedroom
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But, what a sight awaited him. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen, lay before him on the bed. The astounded Lancelot asked what had happened. The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared as a witch, she would henceforth be her horrible deformed self only half the time and the beautiful maiden the other half. "Which would you prefer?" she asked him. "Beautiful during the day … or at night?"

Lancelot pondered the predicament. During the day he could have a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch! Or, would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day, but by night a beautiful woman for him to enjoy wondrous, intimate moments with? If you are a man reading this …) What would YOUR choice be? (If you are a woman reading this ..) What would YOUR MAN’S choice be? What Lancelot chose is below. BUT … make YOUR choice before you scroll down below. OKAY?

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Noble Lancelot, knowing the answer the witch gave Arthur to his question, said that he would allow HER to make the choice herself. Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time because he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life. Now … what is the moral to this story?
The moral is
* If you don’t let a woman have her own way, things are going to get ugly.
* There is a witch in every woman no matter how beautiful she is!!

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

विनोद


 
एक सुंदर अभिनेत्री बोटीने लांबची समुद्रसफ़र करण्यास निघाली. तिने बोटीवर असताना लिहीलेल्या दैनंदिनीतील काही भाग -
दि. ०७ ऒक्टोंबर - प्रवासास आरंभ झाला. बोटीत १५०० प्रवासी आहेत. डेकवर फिरताना जहाजाच्या कप्तानाशी ओळख झाली.
दि. ०८ ऒक्टोंबर - आज मी आणि कप्तान डेकवर खूप वेळ एकत्र फिरलो. आम्ही खूप गप्पा मारल्या.
दि. ०९ ऒक्टोंबर - कप्तानाशी दोस्ती खूपच वाढली.
दि. १० ऒक्टोंबर - कप्तानाने मला त्याच्या केबिनमध्ये रात्री झोपायला बोलावले.
दि. ११ ऒक्टोंबर - मी कप्तानाच्या सूचनेला स्पष्ट नकार दिला.
दि. १२ ऒक्टोंबर - कप्तान म्हणाला,"तू आज रात्री आली नाहीस तर मी सारी बोट बुडवून टाकीन."
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दि. १३ ऒक्टोंबर - काल रात्री मी १५०० प्रवाशांचे प्राण वाचविले.
 
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स्त्रियांच्या मैत्रीपेक्षा पुरुषांची मैत्री अधिक घट्ट असते. 
एक बायको एकदा संपूर्ण रात्रभर घरीच येत नाही. दुसऱ्या दिवशी सकाळी नवरा विचारतो, तेव्हा ती सांगते, ''अरे, मी एका मैत्रिणीच्या घरी राहिले होते.'' 

नवऱ्याचा तिच्या शब्दांवर विश्वास बसत नाही. तो तिच्या सर्वात जवळच्या १० मैत्रिणींना फोन करतो. त्याची बायको आपल्याकडे आली नव्हती, असंच दहाहीजणी सांगतात. 

आता जेव्हा एक नवरा संपूर्ण रात्रभर घरीच येत नाही, तेव्हा काय होते पाहा. दुसऱ्या दिवशी सकाळी बायको विचारते, तेव्हा तो सांगतो, ''अगं मी माझ्या एका मित्राच्या घरी राहिलो होतो.'' 

बायकोचा नवऱ्यावर विश्वास बसत नाही. ती त्याच्या सर्वात जवळच्या १० मित्रांना फोन करते. त्यांतले पाचजण छातीठोकपणे सांगतात की काल रात्री तो त्याच्याच घरी होता. उरलेले पाचजण तर, आत्ताही तो आपल्या घरातच आहे असंही सांगून टाकतात
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पहिला : मला असा माणूस माहीत आहे की ज्याच्या लग्नाला तीस वर्षे झाली आणि तो आपली प्रत्येक संध्याकाळ घरातच बायकोच्या सहवासात घालवतो.
दुसरा : वा!...याला म्हणतात प्रेम.
पहिला : पण डॉक्टर म्हणतात पॅरॅलिसिस.....
 
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''आज आपल्या लग्नाचा वाढदिवस आहे. काय करायचं आपण?'' बायकोनं विचारल.
नवरा उत्तरला, ''दोन मिनिटे उभे राहून शांतता पाळूयात!!!''
 
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