I generally drink some tea when I come to the workplace. I had just taken my first sip that day when I received the following message: Somebody needs to meet me. I said: Send it! A man in a shalwar kameez unbuttoned his collar and wore coffee around his neck when the door opened. A half-black man entered wearing talcum powder, various rings in his hands, and rings in his ears. Welcomed and sat in front. He replied, “I am also a Marathi,” which pleased me greatly as I looked at him with curiosity. I became bored—what do you mean????
“Moola be happy… I have wanted to meet you for a long time… I heard you are like me… I mean ‘you also make people laugh?'” he said as he got closer. I immediately said “OK… in any case, I’m not a Marathi…!!!” “That is great,” he said with fulfillment Didn’t tell your truth…!!!”
My blood rose “You are an unusual man… you think I’m lying?” Take a gander at this, my character card… We are Yusufzai!!! As soon as he saw the card, he giggled…!!! May the Mullah be content because it turned out to be the same thing! I wanted to leap up and grab his neck. However, Kim Bakht’s deal was favorable, so I exercised control and inquired about the reason for coming. He was wary as he looked around and then said, “I want a job,” leaning forward on the table. At first, I was shocked, and then my anger flared up. Are there Marathi recruits present?
He gazed at me for quite a while, then turned his head and said, “Don’t be here, take care of business in another office.” I was about to respond harshly when I had an uncontrollable thought and smiled, “Tea for him too from office boy.” He got up and sat down in the chair next to him after requesting to bring it. Disarray showed up in his eyes. “Listen! ” I said as I placed my hand on his shoulder. You can find a generally excellent line of work ‘on the off chance that you show me a grin’.
He began taking a gander at my face like an owl. He jokingly shook her vigorously and said, “Hello!” Know… say ‘is this challenge accepted?”. He shook his head in the negative after turning around the temple for a while. I was surprised. He was abandoning a decent and good individual like me in spite of being a Marathi. He gave an odd response when I asked why, “I.” People have stopped laughing.” “How can this be?” I gasped. “People have stopped laughing now,” he said in a disgusted tone after taking a deep breath.
I was hanging tight for his response. There was quietness for some time. His voice then emerged. Your mouth resembles a fox from Palestine. I felt like a current and I Sneaked off the seat. My blood was flooded by a storm. He was sitting in my office calling me a fox. He quickly said, “You have a good friend, Shahzad, don’t you?” before I could pour him a cup of hot tea. It was true, but it was a shame. My face turned red. “Yes, then???” I yelled with all my might. He quickly said, “He seems to be the Jamadar of Bangkok.”
I heard this sentence of his in a daze…thought for some time and afterward… I couldn’t resist the opportunity to snicker… I burst out giggling. My chuckling reverberated in the workplace for three to four minutes With trouble I controlled myself and said uncovering my teeth “Disgrace on you… he’s my companion.” Marathi asked me seriously, “Why didn’t you laugh at the world you are facing?” after hearing my words.
I suddenly understood everything, and I was shocked. In our general public, what truly gets the most chuckles is the embarrassment of another.’ When we witness others being humiliated in everyday life or on stage, it refreshes our hearts and minds. An individual falls while strolling. Let the dog chase someone if their car breaks down. Assuming that somebody’s transport passes on and he keeps on making commotions, we don’t quit snickering. On the off chance that this equivalent activity happens to us and others giggle, we fly off the handle.