Dear Friends,

Banta is at home watching the India-Sri Lanka cricket match when his wife Jasbir interrupts, "Honey, could you fix the light in the bathroom? It's been flickering for weeks now."

He looks at her and says angrily, "Fix the light? Now? Does it look like I have a Phillips logo printed on my forehead? I don't think so."

"Well then, could you fix the fridge door? It won't close right."

To which he replied, "Fix the fridge door? Does it look like I have Kelvinator written on my forehead? I don't think so."

"Fine," she says, "Then could you at least fix the steps to the front door? They're about to break."

"I'm not a damn carpenter and I don't want to fix the steps," he says. "Does it look like I have Balwant Carpenter written on my forehead? I don't think so. I've had enough of you. I'm going out.!!!"

So he goes to the nearby dance bar and drinks for a couple hours, watches a few dances, burns up a few bucks.

He starts to feel guilty about how he treated his wife, and decides to go home and help out. As he walks into the house, he notices the steps are already fixed. As he enters the house, he sees the hall light is working. As he goes to get a beer, he notices the fridge door is fixed. "Sweetheart, how'd this all get fixed?"

Jasbir said, "Well, when you left, I sat outside and cried. Just then Santa Singh asked me what was wrong, and I told him.

He offered to do all the repairs, and all I had to do was either screw him or make him a nice chicken dish."

Banta said, "So, what kind of dish did you make him?"

Jasbir replied, "Hellooooo... Do you see Sanjiv Kapoor's Cookery book written on my forehead?"