Laughter - The Best Medicine

This is an actual collection of leave letters and applications...

1. A candidate's application :

"This has reference to your advertisement calling for a typist and an accountant - Male or Female'... As I am both for the past several years and I can handle both, I am applying for the post".
2. An employee applied for leave as follows :

"Since I have to go to my village to sell my land along with my wife. Please sanction me one week leave".
3. Another employee applied for half day leave as follows :

"Since I' ve to go to the cremation ground and I may not return, please grant me half day casual leave".
4. A friend of mine had written a leave letter to the head master :
"As I am studying in this school I am suffering from headache. I request you to leave me today".
5. A family friend of ours told an incident of his friend's letter :

"I am suffering from fever, please declare holiday to the school".
6. Another leave letter written to the head master :

"As my headache is paining, please grant me leave for the day".
7. A covering note :

"I am enclosed herewith..."

8. Another leave letter written to Administration dept :

"As my mother-in-law has expired and I am responsible for it, please grant me 10 days leave".
9. Actual letter written for application of leave :

"My wife is suffering from sickness and as I am her only husband at home I may be granted leave".
10. Letter writing :

"I am in well here and hope you are also in the same well".
Jokku !

A Paki, Bangladeshi and an Indian are in a bar one night having a beer. The Paki drinks
his beer and suddenly throws his glass in the air, pulls out a gun and shoots the glass to pieces. He says "In Islamabad our glasses are so cheap that we don't need to drink from the same one twice."

The Bangladeshi (obviously impressed by this) drinks his beer, throws his glass into the air, pulls out his gun and shoots the glass to pieces. He says "In Daka we have so much sand to make the glasses that we don't need to drink out of the same glass twice either."

The Indian, cool as a cucumber, picks up his beer and drinks it, throws his glass into the air, pulls out his gun and shoots the Paki and Bangladeshi. He says "In Delhi we have so many Pakis and Bangladeshis that we don't need to drink with the same ones twice."