Oye sardarji tusi great ho..................
Each Friday night after work, Sardar ji would fire up his outdoor grill
and cook a tandoori chicken and some meat kebabs. But, all of his
neighbors were strict Catholics ... and since it was Lent, they were
forbidden from eating chicken and meat on a Friday.
The aroma from the grilled meats was causing such a problem
for the Catholic faithful that they finally talked to their Priest. The
Priest came to visit Sardar ji and suggested that he become a Catholic.
After several classes and much study, Sardar ji attended Mass... and as
the priest sprinkled holy water over him, he said, You were born a Sikh,
and raised as a Sikh, but from now, you are a Catholic."
Sardar ji's neighbors were greatly relieved, until Friday night arrived.
The wonderful aroma of tandoori chicken and meat kebabs filled the
neighborhood. The Priest was called immediately by the neighbors and, as
he rushed into Sardar ji's backyard, clutching a rosary and prepared to
scold him, he stopped and watched in amazement.
There stood Sardar ji, holding a small bottle of holy water which he
carefully sprinkled over the grilling meats and chanted: "Oye, you were
born a chicken, and you were born a lamb, you were raised as a chicken and
you were raised as a lamb but now onwards you are a potato and you are a
tomato..
Each Friday night after work, Sardar ji would fire up his outdoor grill
and cook a tandoori chicken and some meat kebabs. But, all of his
neighbors were strict Catholics ... and since it was Lent, they were
forbidden from eating chicken and meat on a Friday.
The aroma from the grilled meats was causing such a problem
for the Catholic faithful that they finally talked to their Priest. The
Priest came to visit Sardar ji and suggested that he become a Catholic.
After several classes and much study, Sardar ji attended Mass... and as
the priest sprinkled holy water over him, he said, You were born a Sikh,
and raised as a Sikh, but from now, you are a Catholic."
Sardar ji's neighbors were greatly relieved, until Friday night arrived.
The wonderful aroma of tandoori chicken and meat kebabs filled the
neighborhood. The Priest was called immediately by the neighbors and, as
he rushed into Sardar ji's backyard, clutching a rosary and prepared to
scold him, he stopped and watched in amazement.
There stood Sardar ji, holding a small bottle of holy water which he
carefully sprinkled over the grilling meats and chanted: "Oye, you were
born a chicken, and you were born a lamb, you were raised as a chicken and
you were raised as a lamb but now onwards you are a potato and you are a
tomato..
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