(J) Musharaf, Manmohan, Aishwarya Rai and Sonia

Musharaf, Manmohan, Aishwarya Rai and Sonia are travelling in a train.

The train goes through a tunnel and it gets completely dark. Suddenly there is a
kissing sound and then a slap! The train comes out of the tunnel. The women and
Manmohan are sitting there looking perplexed.
Musharaf is bent over holding his face, which is red from an apparent slap. All
of them remain diplomatic and nobody says anything.

Sonia is thinking:
These Pakistani are all crazy after Aishwarya. Musharaf must have tried to kiss
her in the tunnel. Very proper that she slapped him.

Aishwarya is thinking:
Musharaf must have tried to kiss me but kissed Sonia instead and got slapped.

Musharaf is thinking:
Damn it. Manmohan must have tried to kiss Aishwarya.
She might have thought it was me and slapped me.

Manmohan is thinking:
if this train goes through another tunnel I will make another kissing sound and
slap Musharaf again ...JAI HIND...

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