George Bush was sitting in his office wondering whom to invade next when his telephone rang.
“Hallo, Mr. Bush!” a heavily accented voice said, “This is Gurmukh from Phagwara, District Kapurthala, PunjabI am ringing to
Inform you that we are officially declaring the war on you!”
“Well, Gurmukh,” Bush replied, “This is indeed important news! How big is your army”
“Right now,” said Gurmukh, after a moment's calculation, “there is myself, my cousin Sukhdev, my next door neighbour Bhagat, and the entire kabaddi team from the gurudwara. That makes eight”
Bush paused. “I must tell you, Gurmukh that I have one million men in my army waiting to move on my command.”
“Arrey O! Main kya.. ” said Gurmukh. “I'll have to ring you back!”
Sure enough, Gurmukh rang again the next day.
“Mr. Bush, the war is still on! We have managed to get ourselves airborne…… We've modifie
d Amrik's tractor by adding a couple of shotguns, sticking on some wings and the pind's generator. Four school pass boys from Malpur have joined us as well!”
Bush was silent for a minute and then cleared his throat. “I must tell you, Gurmukh, that I have 10,000 bombers and 20,000 fighter planes. My military complex is surro unded by laser-guided,surface-to-air missile sites. And since we last spoke, I've increased my army to TWO MILLION!”
“Tera pala hove….” said Gurmuk, “I'll have to ring you back.”
Sure enough, Gurmukh called again the next day.
“Kiddan, Mr. Bush! I am sorry to tell you that we have had to call off the war.”
“I'm sorry to hear that,” said Bush. “Why the sudden change of heart”
“Well,” said Gurmukh, “we've all had a long chat over a couple of
lassi's, and decided there's no way we can feed two million prisoners of wars!”