India is country where people believe in one is to one relationship. We, Indians believe in holistic love more than in physical love. Love is divine. Love is faith and love is belief. God respects and help people who love each other by heart and soul. Ancient history and puranas has depicted many such incidents of past which proves greatness of India in love. However, their are many people who get themselves married twice. Marrying more than once is shameful deed. In some cases, such incidents just happens. When first wife comes to know about her husband's second marriage, she goes out of control . This creates lots of problems, quarrels and disturbances in house. House becomes a battle field. Just for them, I have some ideas and tricks to manage their wives from quarreling.

You can very well avoid quarrel between two wives in following ways :-

1. Both wives should be a working women. One should work in night shift and another should work in day shift.

2. You should have your own vehicle which will help you a lot. In Sundays, you can quietly take your wife (working in day shift) for long drive.

3. Both should be from different family background. If possible from different countries. You can send one of them to their father's house.

4. Both should have different mother tongue. They should not know each other's language.

5. Both wives should stay in different houses.

6. Try your level best to keep both wives away from each other. They should not see each other's face.

7. Make both of them busy with some different but serious responsibilities.

8. Make both of them happy by presenting same gifts if both are staying together.

9. Divide your salary into two equal half and give it to your wives.

10. Avoid your in-laws to interfere in your married life. Live away from your relatives, etc.

There are many more ideas first try out these. The best idea is to marry one woman and be happy. Otherwise, don't marry.

India is the land where you can crickeat, cricketalk and even cricketweet or in a nutshell you can crickenjoy. I hope I do not have to break down these words further and try to make their meanings more understandable or else it will become a matter of ridicule in cricket savvy India. Let us see how people are developing a cricketing lingua-franca of their own in the country:

1. Doctor(explaining to the deceased man's brother): Your brother died due to excessive consumption of alcohol in the SLOG OVERS of his life.
2. My friend(Tweeting his love story): When she proposed to me I found myself on a sticky WICKET . Where ever I went she tried to CATCH me. The day I was rowing in the GULLEY she followed me closely. At first I tried to HOOK away all her BOUNCERS but was CLEAN-BOWLED by her smile towards the end of the INNINGS.
3. Nidhi: Are you going to throw a party?
Rani: No, I am short of money, so I shall rather OVER_THROW it for the time being.
4. Ankur (to his friend in Mumbai): I shall  arrive by 10 O'clock tomorrow, how is the weather over there?
Friend: It has been slightly DUCKWORTH-LEWIS sort of weather for the last two days.
5. I along with my son was at the confectionary shop when we saw a glutton gulp six big chocolates and four pastries in succession. My son commented,"This is perfect T20 BATTING."
6. Teacher:How was the question paper today? How was your performance?
Student:Sir, I started the INNINGS well but by the time I reached the middle OVERS, all my WICKETS had fallen.
7. Recently a tweet depicted a multiple choice question :
What do you do when ever you are losing something to someone?
a.  Slap anybody who comes your way like HARBHAJAN SINGH.
b. Start chewing gum like RICKY PONTING.
c. Do frog jumping like JAVED MIANDAD.
8. The chief judge opined," Whether or not the bullet has touched William's shoulder has to be found out in the ACTION REPLAY of the SNICKOMETER." 
9. He is a real punishing sort of teacher. In the last tuition class he stood up from his seat and was about to punish a sixth standard student when the back of his head accidentally struck an almirah and an ink bottle from the top fell on to his head. As the ink trickled down his forehead he overheard a murmur,"HIT WICKET".
10. Our boss is so obsessed with cricket that we sometimes find ourselves in the mid of a cricket match in our weekly business coordination meetings. A typical session has been reproduced along with the actual implications:
 Boss: Have you all observed our SCORE BOOK? It shows a TIE?
         (Have you all observed our balance sheet? It shows a no profit-no loss situation.)
          We are not SCORING in any format of the game.
         (We are not earning profit from any sector of our business.)
         I can only tell you about the game plan but FIELDING performance....er....you know what I mean, is the actual thing. Top management has only a role of 3rd UMPIRE.
         (I can only tell you about the business strategy but the field performance is the actual thing. Top management  keeps vigil only.)
         BATSMEN on debut must learn all sort of strokes.
        (New recruits must learn the tricks of the trade).
         Even though we are short on STRIKE RATE, I hope we shall be able to clinch a victory in a nail biting finish.
        (Even though our current production figures are not up to the mark , I hope we shall somehow achieve the target before 31st March.)
 An officer(trying to interrupt): Sir don't you think your language is a bit too much cricketing?
 Boss: Don't raise any SILLY POINT.

A Brahmin lived in a small village. He was an illiterate man. He was an idler. He never did any work and spent his time in day-dreaming. He earned his living by begging in village.

 On the day of a festival the Brahmin would get a variety of delicacies as alms.

 It was the day of Uttarayana. Now on this day, people donate generously to atone for their sins. `Today I will receive a lot of money,’ said the Brahmin to himself, rather pleased with the thought of receiving a lot of donations, `by the evening, I will be rich!.

 Thinking thus, the Brahmin took his bag and his stick and set out to beg for alms. On his way, he first came to a potter’s house. In the compound of the house, under a big shady tree, there were many pots of different sizes and shapes.

 The Brahmin stood in the compound and cried, `on this auspicious day of Uttarayana, does a righteous deed by donation generously to this Brahmin.’

 The potter said, `If you want, you make a pot for yourself.’

The Brahmin up a pot went further.

 On the day Uttarayana almost all the households in the village gave the Brahmin delicacies made from Jaggery, groundnuts and sesame seeds. At noon, his pot was filled with a variety of delicacies including his favorite laddoos. The Brahmin was very happy. But he had roamed so much to beg for alms, that his legs started pining. He could hardly walk.

 While returning home, he again came to the potter’s house. `I am so tried,’ said the Brahmin to him. `Let me go to the potter’s compound and rest under the tree for some time.’

 The Brahmin lay himself down in the cool shade of the tree. There were many pots all round him.

 As the Brahmin was resting, he thought, `Ah1 I have earned so much today. Early in the morning, this potter gave me a pot… as if to fill all the delicacies in it. Almost all the household gave me something to eat end I filled the pot with it all.

 `How can I alone eat all the delicacies’ thought the Brahmin, still feeling very pleased. ` I will eat some to fill my stomach and sell the rest. With the money that I thus earn,, I will buy many pots and jugs… I will sell them and buy betel nuts… I will sell the betel nuts and buy cloth…. Soon I will be a millionaire… and build a big palace for myself… and get marriage proposals from parents of the most beautiful girls… like kings, I will marry four women… But then the four of them will quarrel among themselves… and come to me with their complaints…

 The Brahmin continued the day dream. `Oh, why are these four women quarrelling with one another? Have they seen this stick of mine? I will take the stick and … whack… smack…. Whack… smack… I will beat them black and blue…’

 The Brahmin, who was sitting under the tree and day dreaming, took the stick in his hands and started swinging it and banging it round him. The stick hit the pots. And … smash … smash… all the pots broke into pieces. Even the Brahmin’s pot was broken and all the delicacies were scattered in the dust. The laddoos rolled on the ground and were smeared with mud!

 When the potter heard the noise of pots breaking, he was agitated. `Has an animal entered my compound?’ he wondered. He took a stick in his hands and rushed of the house. And what did he see? -The Brahmin was swinging the stick around and breaking the pots!

 `You scoundrel!’ cried the furious potter. `How dare you to break my pots? Now see how I break your head!’ saying this, the potter beat the Brahmin mercilessly.

 The Brahmin said, `Why are you so angry? You have lost only a few pots. Look at me. I have lost my thriving business, my big palace and my four wives.

 The potter was confused. He drove the Brahmin out of his compound.

A man is watching a house. Why is he hit on the head?

And then is he locked up in a room?

 Where am I?

I do not know. I am lying in a bed in an old house. There is a window. The sun is shining. I cannot see anything except some trees.

 Who am I?

I cannot remember. I cannot remember anything. My head hurts a lot. I am very tired. I am going too sleep.

 It is morning. The sun is shining. There is food and tea on the table. My head feels better and I am not so tired now.

 A man in drank cloths comes in.

Man- who are you?

Me- I do not know.

Man- who are you working for?

Me- I do not know.

 He shakes me roughly. I feel a bump on the back of my head… now I can remember something. Slowly my memory is coming back to me. I am in a filed. I have got binoculars. I am watching a house. A man comes up behind me. He has a gun. He raises the gun over my head.

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I can hear voices outside the room.

Woman- is he going to talk?

Man: Maybe. He cannot remember anything.

Woman- we’ll wait till evening. Then we have to do away with him.

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 The key is in the lock but is on the other side. I take out my pen and gently push the key. It falls on the mat outside. Carefully, I pull the mat to my side of the door. I quietly open the door and leave the room. I enter a big hall. It is full of beautiful statues. They are from our temples.

 I spot a telephone. I quickly pick it up and dial 100.

Police: police. What is the matter?

Me- (the number is on the telephone) I am speaking from 2802131. I am a prisoner here. I cannot get out. The house is full of stolen statues. Come quickly!

 I can hear the sirens of the police cars. The woman opens the door.

Woman: what can I do for you, inspector?

Inspector: we are looking for stolen statues.

Woman: but there are no statues in this house.

Me: (from behind the woman) the statues are in the hall. Please come in.

 Twelve minutes later the man and woman are in the police van.

 Inspector: well, Mohan, you have done a good job.

Me: is Mohan my name? What do I do?

Inspector: you are a private detective.

Me: what! A detective! A detective should get bumps on his head.

Inspector: you are lucky! They did not kill you.