Four friends have gone on a country tour. One day while traveling in a tavern, they cooked khichuri for themselves. Then they poured khichuri in a sink and sat down to eat from one pot. Before starting to eat, a little ghee was poured on the khichuri.
All four friends were Muslims, but of different classes. One Sheikh, one Syed, one Mughal, one Pathan. As soon as he poured ghee on the khichuri, the friend drew a line on the khichuri with his finger and pulled the ghee towards him and said, "You know, one of my ancestors was a king." I am a child of that glorious family. ”
Hearing this, Syed's friend drew two lines on the khichuri with two fingers, took the ghee towards himself and said, there were two kings in our dynasty. So my lineage is no less than yours. '
The Mughal friend immediately drew three lines in khichuri, pulled ghee towards himself and said, there were three kings in our dynasty! So my lineage is the highest.
Sheikh saw the friend, they are all equally selfish! Divya increased the number of kings in her own dynasty and pulled all the Ghitukuis towards her. Nothing for us.
So he said in an annoyed tone, I do not like the candle of the kings about the king's affairs during the meal. Wait, I’m reconciling everyone. ’He said, putting all the khichuri together. In it all the khichuritei equal ghee.
Friends were happy to see his intelligence. Laughing, everyone started eating khichuri together.
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