A sardarji is lying across the rail tracks with a bottle of whisky and a tandori chicken within reach. A passerby asks: ‘Sardarji, why are you lying on the rail tracks? A train may come any moment and runover you.’
‘Precisely!’ answers the sardarji. ‘My friend cheated on me and I have no desire to live any longer. I want to kill myself.’
‘But why is there a bottle of liquor and the tandori chicken beside you?’
‘Why not?,’, demands the sardarji. ‘You can’t rely on trains running on time any more. You don’t expect me to die of hunger and thirst, do you?’
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