Lunchtime with a Gujarati, a Madrasi and a Sardaar

A Gujarati, a Madrasi and a Sardaar were part of a construction team on the 20th floor of a building.



They were having lunch. The Gujju opened his lunchbox stared in disgust. 'Dhokla! If I get dhokla one more time for lunch, I'm going to jump off this building.'



The Madrasi opened his lunchbox and exclaimed, 'Idli Sambhar again! If I

get idli sambhar one more time I'm going to jump off too.'



The Sardaar opened his lunchbox and said, 'Parontha again! If I get a parontha

one more time, I'm jumping too.'



The next day, the Gujju opened his lunchbox, saw dhokla once again and jumped to his death.



The Madrasi opened his lunchbox, saw idli sambhar, and jumped too.



The Sardaar opened his lunchbox, saw the parontha and jumped to his death as

well.



At the funeral, the Gujju's wife was weeping. She said, 'If I'd known how really tired he was of dhokla, I never would have given it to him again!'



The Madrasi's wife also wept. 'I could have given him dosa!' she said. 'I didn't realize he hated idli sambhar so much.'



Everyone turned and stared at the Sardaar's wife.



'What?' she said, 'Don't look at me! He always made his own lunch.'