Gujarati, a Madrasi and a sardaar were doing construction work on scaffolding on the 20th floor of a building.
They were having lunch. As Gujju opened his lunch box he angrily said, “Dhokla! If I get dhokla one more time for lunch, I’m going to jump off this building.”
The Madrasi opened his lunch box and exclaimed, “Idli Sambhar… again! If I get idli sambhar one more time I’m going to jump off too.”
The sardaar opened his lunch and shouted with anger, “Parontha again! If I get a parontha one more time, I’m jumping too.”
The next day, the Gujju opened his lunch box, saw dhokla, and jumped to his death.
The Madrasi opened his lunch, saw idli sambhar, and jumped, too.
The sardaar opened his lunch, saw the parontha and jumped to his death as well.
At the funeral, 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 and said, “I could have given him dossa! I didn’t realize he hated idli sambhar so much.”
Everyone turned and stared at the sardaar’s wife.
The sardaar’s wife said,
“Don’t look at me. He makes his own lunch.”