Eating Money

Mulla every one knows came from country where fruit is a fruit, meat is meat, and curry is never eaten.

Having newly descended from Kafiristan, Mullah was plodding the dusty Indian road. soon thirst took over, "I must find somewhere that good fruit to be had". No sooner the words formed in his head he saw a benevolent looking man under the shade of a tree with a basket in front of him piled high with juicy red fruits. Taking two tiny copper coins from the end of his turban Mulla handed them over to the man.

Without a word the man gave the whole basket to Mullah, for this must be a cheap king of fruit. Nasiruddin sat down in the place vacated by the man and started eating the fruits. Within a few seconds his mouth started burning, tears streamed through his cheeks, fires were on his throat. Mullah went on eating.

An hour or two passed when an Afghan hill man came by, Mulla hailed him, "Brother this infidel fruits must have originated in the very mouth of Sheitan!"

"Fool, stop eating those, never heard of chillis of Hindustan? Death will surely claim a victim before sun is down!"

"I can't move from here", gasped Nasiruddin, "until I have finished the whole basketful".

"Madman those fruit belong to curry! Throw them away at once".

"I am not eating fruit any more", Mullah croaked, "I am eating my money."