i am his father you see...

i came across something really hilarious today...

there is apparently a law in US which prohibits parents from hitting their kids...at all...

so, once so happened that an indian father, who had gone to the US to earn money and had struck gold amongst the americans (with average intelligence judging from the choice of their president) had a son who was as vain and stupid as his fellows owing to his birth there...

this son was a wayward fellow with very little to do except lootaofy his father's wealth and sleep with different girls every night...

so one day, when his dad had too much...he went to the party his son was attending, boozing and dancing in, and gave one tight slap on his cheeks right in front of every other gora friend of his accompanied by one long lecture on his origins and traditions (not a single word of which was understood by the gora friends who were doing nothing but enjoying the fight and later on, getting bored with a fight not even in their own language)...

he then dragged the son by his ears and threw him into his room, with the warning 'aaj ke baad ghar ke bahar kadam bhi rakha to taange tod ke haath me de dunga...samjha...'

now you must be wondering what the freedom loving son was doing all this while...

the son, till now kept quite with occasional utterings of american slangs and verbal abuses which were so fast and inaudible that he father had not bothered to listen to them...but now, when he was left to the solitary confinement...he took out the latest weapon of the youth, the mobile phone and called another of his gora friends whose father happened to be a lawyer...

now, an hour later the police of the great america was at the doorstep of our Indian parent, just when he was contemplating the release of his son from solitary confinement at the behest of his wise who was constantly uttering, 'aap bhi na...mere hi bete ke peeche pade rahte ho...'as if her husband's son was supposed to someone else! the police came and arrested the father on the complaint of the son that he was physically abused and humiliated by his father in front of his friends...the father, speechless had no other option but to follow the american police outta his own very door man!

after one whole month of imprisonment, the father came out of jail when his son took the complaint back (ofcourse at the behest of his mother who again was saying 'tum bhi na...kaisi kaisi baato ka bura maan jate ho...') the moment he came out, he called his travel agent...'two tickets for mumbai, tonight's flight immediately'...

the tickets were booked and the father and son duo boarded the plane... (dad, why are we going there? there would be no McD's ya man...come on...so hot! so dirty! etc etc. the dad kept mum)

they reached mumbai...(when are we going back dad! come on man... you don't even answer me!)

airport of mumbai...father and son come out... (man...it's so freakin' hot here...i dint even get ma laptop and i-pod man...this place is so backward man...)

as soon as they touch the bare soil of mumbai, (dad, i will call the police if you don't answer me right now...) the father turns around and strikes one, two and three slaps on his son's red americanized cheeks...

people nearby rush to the boy's help and ask the father, 'what happened? why are you hitting him?? shall we call the police???' to which the father answered...' i am his father, aur mujhe ise maarne ka poora hak hai...'... the crowd realised, 'you are his father! oh, then we are sorry...please continue...do chaar aur lagaa dijiye...zaroor kuch kiya hoga...shakal se hi Bush ka santaan lagta hai...india me bacche maar maar k hi seedhe hote hai...'

now what would that mean?

i open this topic to the house....