*From To Sathish* - Thread 3 - Page 10

A Rich Man's Treasure

The upstate NY man was rich in almost every way. His estate was worth millions. He owned houses, land, antiques and cattle. Although on the outside he had it all, he was very unhappy on the inside. His wife was growing old, and the couple was childless. He had always wanted a little boy to carry on the family legacy.
Miraculously, his wife became pregnant in her later years, and she gave birth to a little boy. The boy was severely handicapped, but the man loved him with all his heart. When the boy was five, his mom died. The dad drew closer to his special son. At age 13, the boy's birth defects cost him his life, and the father died soon after from a broken heart.
The estate was auctioned before hundreds of bidders. The first item offered was a painting of the the boy. No one bid. They were waiting like vultures for the riches. Finally, the poor housemaid, who helped raise the boy, offered $5 for the picture and easily took the bid. To everyone's shock, the auctioneer ripped a hand written will from the back of the picture. This is what it said:

"To the person who thinks enough of my son to buy this painting, I give my entire estate."

The auction was over. The greedy crowd walked away in shock and dismay. How many of us have sought what we thought were true riches, only to find out later that our Father was prepared to give us His entire estate if we had only sought His Son alone?

HI Sathish,

Chapter 34

"Whatever you are physically...male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy--all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. All those other things, they are the glass that contains the lamp, but you are the light inside."? Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

From the shadows i have watched the green meadows
From the darkness i have watched the light
light of the sun,light of the heavens
as it brought life to all life
and made them ache for more and lean towards the light
I saw as life reached for me and leaned towards me
and i wondered why and now i know why
i am the light in the darkness
and the shadows are just shadows

satish




The sun rises in the east but the light is everywhere


Azhagan slowly opened his eyes and they opened wide to a new world.The first light of the dawn slowly bathed him and he rose from the voyage he had been on and he rose as bright as the sun.He now knew who he was and why it was he was here and it made him feel even more one with the light and the forest.He saw for the very first time how everything was connected and he now knew what the web of life meant.Everything was alive and dead at the same time and everything was on the move and everything was connected and dependent on every other life.

The lights of the spirits visibly brightened in excitement and they made way as azhagan came down the tall rock and stepped on the grass and it was magic.He felt the earth vibrate and he could feel her pulse as she spun around the sun.The grass which he had stepped on circled his feet and tried to hold on to his legs for they felt drawn to this new energy and even they knew the energy was good.The trees bent low and the branches brushed azhagan as he walked among them.Birds,beasts,insects crawled,slithered,flew,walked and slowly the clearing was full of life and they surrounded him and jostled to get closer and to touch him.He stood and began to learn that all life,all over the known and unknown universe flows with the same energy and all are connected and only when one touches and feels the web of life does one realise it.

Azhagan fell to his knees with tears of joy and bowed to the spirits and they kneeled next to him.They whispered " child,king this is just the beginning and there is much more to see,learn,absorb and understand.Your voyage has just began and soon you will see death,mete out death as vengeance and you will know that it is also a form of life and that there is no difference between life and death if you are not one with the universe."

He looked at them and they understood " the man whom you raised from his sickness was the king and the girl is your destiny for through her soul you will travel millennium."

Azhagan smiled " i am just a boy and what business do i have with a girl and yet i see her in my dreams and feel her presence all the time.There are times when i feel that she is secretly spying on me.I am not saying it is bad for i have to agree that i feel safe and complete when she is near.but i feel guilty for i feel the same way when i am with my mother and with my friend the lion."

The spirits gazed at him " child,what you feel for one and what you feel for another is the same.But for matters of life the source has made it thus that it has to be one with one and another with another.But love is the same emotion and it has no color and it is the source itself.

Azhagan stared at the spirits " the source,what is this source you are going on about."

The spirits " Boy,do you see better and feel better than before you came here.That is because of the source.All of us and all life is with the source as the source is with us.Even the most evil of things have the source in them and one is never far from the source.It just is."

Azhagan thought for a second and then decided that he would wait for the right time to ask more and learn more of this source.But for now he wanted to go see his mother for he knew he had been away for a quite some time.

The spirits read his mind " go now our king for this is just the beginning and we have a lot to teach,discuss and travel.so go now in peace for the seeds of all that is good had bloomed in you and taken a firm hold and for now it will do.go in peace and come back soon."


Avini sat alone as she had done for nearly two weeks waiting for her child to come back.She sensed him before he came out of the forest and as azhagan walked towards her she felt the light of the sun in his presence and knew he would never be the same and that he had grown up into a man.

Azhagan ran and hugged her and the light moved and covered both of them.They stood as one light and the spirit moved in them and they were one and both knew then that there was nothing to be afraid of or fear for now and forever.Avini knew that even if she passed on she would shine brightly in azhagan forever.

The sun reluctantly vanished over the west and yet the light that was the source shone and in the shadows of the forest the lion growled as it welcomed its friend back and the three returned to the comfort of the village.


"Stories come alive in the telling. Without a human voice to read them aloud, or a pair of wide eyes following them by flashlight beneath a blanket, they had no existence in our world. They were like seeds in the beak of a bird, waiting to fall to earth. Or the notes of a song laid out on a sheet, yearning for an instrument to bring their music into being. They lay dormant, hoping for the chance to emerge. Once someone started to read them, they could begin to change. They could take root in the imagination and transform the reader. Stories wanted to be read. They needed it. It was the reason they forced themselves from their world into ours. They wanted us to give them life." John Connolly, The Book of Lost Things

Tamil ballads list-just slow and melodious

Idhayathai Yedho Ondru - yennai arinthaal
Unakkenna Venum Sollu - yennai arinthaal
Iravaaga Nee - IDHU ENNA MAYAM
Edhai Ninaithom - kaaka muttai
Natta Nadu Iravula - kaaval
Kadhal Kan Kattudhe - kakki sattai
Unna Ippo Paakkanum - kayal
Appappa - komban
Kannurangu - kutram kadithal
Enai Marubadi Marubadi -nanbenda
Naane Varugiraen - ok kanmani
Malargal Kaettaen - ok kanmani
Thoovaanam (Reprise) - romeo juliet

Chapter 35

"Sometimes the best and worst times of your life can coincide. It is a talent of the soul to discover the joy in pain"-thinking of moments you long for, and knowing you'll never have them again. The beautiful ghosts of our past haunt us, and yet we still can't decide if the pain they caused us outweighs the tender moments when they touched our soul. This is the irony of love."? Shannon L. Alder

The world is a stage and we are all actors in it.Life is a stage and it is a cage. Yes, in every phase of your life, at every stage of your life one is bounded and caged and it is just one life and one body we live in.I have marvelled at myself as i look in the mirror, yes i do and i don't do it because i am narcissistic about my look but curious and experience an outer body experience with my own self.

Sometimes in certain light i see a new wrinkle and i see the crows feet near my eyes and i smile wider and wrinkle them more and there is joy that i am an adult and i am not a child that can be bullied.But then the child whispers softly and gently, words that are mostly true. And they are " satish,it is the child in you that has kept you human and it is the child in you that still gives you strength and the will to go on,even after they buried you alive with all garbage via words and physical abuse.Don't let the child go for it is a strange beast and very much like a puppy that crawls back for one more beating if given a tasty treat. without the childlike innocence we cannot exist in this cruel and angry world and when it gets too much,do what i do and that is retreat, lament, heal and crawl back for more and absorb the pain. Forgive them father,for they know not what they do and why the hurt and ruin.

The return of Maravarman pandyan

They travelled only in the night and they made their way back home through the forest like the deadly leopard. Even the horses knew the art of stealth and placed their hoofs gingerly and carefully. The news of kulothunga cholan burning the famed coronation hall of the pandyan dynasty had spread far and wide.

Maravarman pandyan burned with rage and plotted revenge against the cholas and was also worried sick about his brother and king, Kulashekaran pandyan.Maravarman had left a few months earlier on a mission of espionage and to find out who the allies of the pandyan kingdom were when the time came for them to got to war against the chola might.He had been sent on this secret mission by the king himself and he carried the kings seal and handwritten letter to show his mission was legitimate and that he carried the full authority of the pandyan king. With maravarman, were the greatest and mightiest warriors who had seen and lived through many a terrible battle and each one of them were ever ready to lay down their lives for their leader.

Maravarman pandyan had been in the land of kerala in talks with the chera king when spies brought the terrible news and he had left immediately to madurai.They had to travel through the lands that were under the control of the cholas and their allies and so had taken precautions to dress as traders and travellers. But nothing can hide the steely eyes of a warrior nor the lineage. for even a layman could easily sense the presence of royalty in maravarman.

The soldier came up to him " lord, the sun has set and the moon has started rising and it is time for us to start moving out. If we really quicken our pace, then we can enter our land by sunrise. We wait for your orders."

Maravarman tiredly nodded his head and once more stared at the moon and stood up and joined the others.He waited for the first few soldiers to go ahead and then followed them and behind him came the rest.Two soldiers had already gone ahead to scout the path ahead and two stayed back to see if anyone was following them.They were not leaving anything to chance for the future of the pandyan kingdom travelled with them and for them his safety was worth more than their lives and the whole of the pandyan kingdom.

The group travelled through the night and they stopped once to drink water at a small stream and also to fill their leather water bags.Always at maximum alert and all their senses taking in every small and insignificant sound and movement.analysing it and then going ahead and thus at the break of dawn with the moon still high in the sky,maravarman and his soldiers entered their kingdom.They all relaxed in the knowledge that they would reach madurai by the next day and so stood smiling and joking and sharing water from their leather bags.

They stood watching the sun rise in the east over their land and then swiftly drew their swords as they sensed movement in the light of the dawn.Two people came from the light,an old man and a young boy.The soldiers looked at both of them and realised that they posed no threat and that they were citizens of the pandyan kingdom.

The old man bowed " lord, it is good to see you back in the kingdom. the king really needs you by his side.My name is Appanar and this boy is my grandson."

Maravarman looked at the boy closely and saw a flicker of a light in his eyes and hint of a bold smile on his lips.The boy looked totally unafraid and leaned on the stick which he held in his left hand.Maravarman saw the strange designs on the boys hands and wondered what kind of artist could have tatooed that on the boy.

After the old man and the boy had left,maravarman kept staring in the distance and soon they vanished from their sight.He wondered what the story was about and where they were going off to.But the boy,the boy with that designs on his left forearm had touched him, marked him somehow and he wondered the power and charisma that he had exuded.

He turned to his soldiers and looked at them " are you all thinking and feeling the same way as me ? "

The soldiers hesitated and one by one spoke their thoughts aloud.

" i sensed something holy and spiritual about those two."

another " i don't know about spiritual or holy,but the way the boy stood and looked at all of us,it scared the hell out of me."

The oldest veteran " scared aside, that boy i think could have destroyed us in a blink of second.Did you see that in one look, he took in all of us, assessed us and rejected us as if we are not a threat. More importantly i think both of them saw us much earlier than we caught sight of them. in all my years being a warrior i have yet to see that look that the boy had in his eyes."

Maravarman and the rest of them slowly continued their journey and reached madurai.But the boy stayed in maravarman's mind and would not go and they would meet again and fight for love of their kingdom and for the love of a woman,whom they valued more than their own lives.

Love,what is love my people

Is it love for the beautiful body or for the beautiful mind

why in the name of love do we kill the very people we love

we kill them by not respecting them

we kill them by simply ignoring them and not acknowledging them

we kill them with harsh words and sarcastic remarks

we kill them and their spirits by manipulating them for our purpose

we kill them by cutting off their wings and not allowing them to spread them and fly

we kill them while we fly high and revel in their misery

no,no,i tell you this is not love

love is let the other breathe,not just breathe air

but breathe in life itself

love is to help them fly high while we stand below to catch them if they fall

love is so much more,much more

is there such a love,can you love like that

can you live like that,

love,live,die for that love

The person who loves you more will fight with you daily without any reason. But whenever you're sad that person will fight with the world to end your sadness.-------------------------unknown

Nee Paathi Naan Paathi Kannae
Arugil Neeyindri Thoongaathu Kannae
Nee Illaiye Ini Naan Illaiye Uyir Neeyae


Idathu Vizhiyil Thoosi Vizhunthaal
Valathu Vizhiyum Kalangi Vidumae
Iruttil Kooda Irukkum Nizhal Naan
Iruthi Varaikkum Thdarnthu Varuven

Nee Paathi Naan Paathi Kanna
Arugil Neeyindri Thoongaathu Kannae

Chapter 36

"Being his real brother I could feel I live in his shadows, but I never have and I do not now. I live in his glow."? Michael Morpurgo, Private Peaceful




My king,My brother,My mother,My father


The city of madurai buzzed with excitement for the prince had returned and it was no longer without a leader for a land without a person in charge is like a ship sailing on the seas without anybody guiding it or a body without a head.Not that the head is always right or good in its ways.But just like the good shepherd leads his flock of sheep and watching over them,protecting them a king,a leader is the judge,jury and executioner.

Strange are the ways of man for he is perfectly capable of leading his life in peace and harmony but does not do so.for every good and hardworking man there are the evil,jealous and thieving kind and those who thrive on chaos.Maybe like in the animals,the strongest lead his or her group to survival.But unlike animals in us humans the strongest are glorified soldiers,guards,watchman and can be made or unmade and disposed off if the need arises.From the poisoning of alexandar the great andjulius ceasar before him,we humans have learnt to worship our kings and also kill them if they become too big for their own good.These are the games we play.

Maravarman got off his horse and looked at the burnt coronation hall and slowly walked up to its entrance.Nobody had to explain as to what had happened for he could guess and sense most of it.he closed his eyes and imagined his brother's shock as the famous hall was being burnt to the ground and as he collapsed with the stroke.An icon,a legacy of their ancestors had been destroyed and with it their king had been broken,crippled and humiliated.

Maravarman slowly knelt on the ground and taking a handful of the ashes of the burnt hall rubbed it on his forehead. Then lying prostrate he paid homage to the memories of his ancestors and slowly stood up.

Then turning in the direction of the temple of their god shiva he roared " if you are true, if i am true, if all the prayers of my people are true, then grant me revenge, grant us freedom. For until my land is free and the cholas have been chased to the four corners of this world,i will not step foot in your temple.I will not marry,i will sleep on the bare ground as an animal and i will live under the shelter of the trees and the sky.i swear,i swear on this holy land and i swear on my brother,my king."

Hundreds of people had gathered around and all had tears in their eyes as they witnessed what their crown prince was going through.It broke their hearts and yet all knew that this was the sign and this was the beginning of the pandyas and the end of the cholas.They cheered at the top of their voices and yelled "revenge,revenge."

Maravarman refused to get back on the horse and slowly walked the streets of madurai towards the palace.His thoughts were filled with his king and queen and what they must be going through.

Maravarman pandyan was nearly twenty years younger than kulashekaran pandyan and he was born to their parents when they were in their late forties.Vikrama pandyan,their father was a king in name and vassal of the chola empire in reality.He ruled quietly and in total submission to the might of the chola empire in fear and in gratitude for he had been made king by kulothunga cholan after he had been nearly assasinated by vira pandyan a cousin brother and his sri lankan allies.

For a very long time maravarman had thought and assumed that kulashekaran and amudhavalli were his parents,for they showered so much love on him.And as it became public knowledge that the queen would not be able to have children,kulashekaran showered more love for his brother and he was the apple of their eyes.the king groomed him and prepared him to become the next king for already the seeds of discontent for life and the yearning to find peace had been sown in his soul.But not wanting to leave anything to chance,he had been waiting for the sign from the heavens before he opposed the chola king.

Maravarman walked the streets towards the palace and every step reminded him of his childhood memories with his brother and king.He remembered the queen singing to him to sleep. He remembered many a time sleeping next to them and sitting on the lap of the king as he sat majestically on the throne and conducted the matters of the court.

Maravarman remembered asking kulashekaran about his huge moustache and then amudhavalli had painted one on his face as he rode piggy back on the king.He nearly stumbled in his grief and his soldiers held him tenderly for each one of them was feeling what their prince was feeling.


As they neared the huge doors of the palace, maravarman ran like the swift wind and seeing the bedridden king,threw himself at his feet and bathed them with his tears of sorrow that threatened to break his heart. Seeing his brother and king lying like a mighty tree that had been cut down and seeing his twisted facial muscles and the spit dribbling down his chin was too much to bear for maravarman and he fainted in shock and grief.


Ammamma.. thambi endru nambi..
avan unnai valarthaan..
thaayendrum thandhai endrum thannai ninaithaan
adhu unakkaaga vaazhndha ullam allavo
ammamma thambi endru nambi..
avan unnai valarthaan..


Our brothers and sisters are there with us from the dawn of our personal stories to the inevitable dusk. ~Susan Scarf Merrell

Chapter 37

"I believe that we learn by practice. Whether it means to learn to dance by practicing dancing or to learn to live by practicing living, the principles are the same. In each, it is the performance of a dedicated precise set of acts, physical or intellectual, from which comes shape of achievement, a sense of one's being, a satisfaction of spirit. One becomes, in some area, an athlete of God. Practice means to perform, over and over again in the face of all obstacles, some act of vision, of faith, of desire. Practice is a means of inviting the perfection desired."? Martha Graham

I stood and stared at the jewellery stores as humans thronged in and out. They went in with eyes wide open and they came out with some touching,feeling the new gold chain or necklace that adorned their necks. Some came out with their eyeballs popping out at the sight of a diamond on their finger. I stood and stared and wondered about carbon, gold, platinum and the elements of the periodic table that my chemistry teacher had taught me. I whispered to myself " bro,child what do you want for yourself.' and i heard my voice whisper back" peace,solitude,music,books and a pair of good shoes to run on and a quiet stretch of road to use them to run on."

From molten metal the mighty sword is forged

Appanar iyya stood with azhagan next to him and they watched avini cry softly. Azhagan embraced her gently and whispered that it would be all right. But in his heart he knew that all the soothing and comforting words in the world would not console her for this time and he would be going away for a long time. He knew why he had to leave and he knew that she knew it too and yet her heart was filled with sadness for she had never been away from him for a very long time.

Avini remembered the spirits and how azhagan had been born and knew that a miracle had happened with that kiss and realised that her child was the miracle. She knew that there was a purpose for him and her and that his leaving now was just a preparation and part of his education that would change the destiny of their kingdom. Yet only a mother would understand another mother's grief when her child went away from her or was separated from her.

Azhagan " mother,my gentle,sweet mother.do not worry for no distance is too much for me to cross and be next to you if the need arises and as long as my friend guards this forest, nothing can harm you. The lights of the forest will be here and so will the people of the village to tend to your every need. So just relax and look to the sun for my coming and i will be back soon."

Appanar iyya consoled her and said that everything was for the good of the land and promised her that he would take good care of azhagan.

Avini nodded and then turning towards her son planted kisses all over his head and face and ran her fingers through his long curly hair and bid them goodbye.

The old man and the boy travelled slowly at first, but soon picked up their pace and were deep in the forest and reaching the edges of the pandyan kingdom when azhagan stopped and whispered to appanar iyya that there were people coming on horses and they were heading towards them. Both of them knew that it was wise to avoid contact with other people for there were spies in various guises. They slowly made their way into a dense part of the forest and seeing a small rocky outcrop, climbed on top of it and waited for the people to pass. The sun was behind them as they lay hidden on the rock and they had to wait for a long time before the strangers arrived and quietly watched as the group of warriors passed them below and appanar iyya smiled and whispered to azhagan " it is okay child,for it is just the prince making his way back home. Come let us go pay our respects to him for he is a good and wise man, wise beyond his years."

They stood up and slowly made their way down the rock and the soldiers hearing the noise turned to face the threat.The meeting over both parties went their ways and appanar iyya turned to azhagan and asked him when he had been aware of the prince and his group and how it was that he had known so much in advance.

Azhagan shrugged his shoulders as if to say i just do and both walked in silence as they made their way towards the west.It was getting late in the evening and the setting sun hung desperately as if not wanting to leave its child in the dark.but nature and motion forced its child the earth to spin away from it and carried away azhagan into the night.

This was the first night of their voyage of which azhagan had no clue as yet,but knew that they would be discussing about it soon enough.After eating the fruits they had bought along with them and drinking water,azhagan turned to see appanar iyya climbing a tall tree as swiftly as a monkey.He started laughing wildly and appanar iyya looked down at him from top of the tree and laughed back.

" I have seen many a funny man and laughing wisecrack boy disappear in the night and i dont want to be added to that list after living all these years."

Azhagan " what do you mean disappear ? what danger is here apart from us ?

Appanar iyya " child,i could go on and on about dangers but you will know about it when you see it and by that time it will be too late.Do you think we are back in the village,no we are in the forest and on land that has not seen the feet of human beings.I could tell you about horrifying and scary monsters but for now i will tell you about one and that is the leopard.Unlike the lion or tiger, the leopard does not restrict its diet to what prey that roam these forests but it will take whatever it thinks it can take or food that comes its way.It is one of the most stealthiest and the strongest animals that i have known and i would rather face a raging river or fight ten men than meet a leopard in the forest. So just do as i tell you to do and before you climb the tree,sprinkle lot of dry leaves and broken twigs around the tree for it will alert us if anyone or anything steps on it."

Azhagan shook his head for he had yet to know fear of anything that moves in the forest and the only pain or fear he had ever felt was being away from his mother,avini.

The dark of the night was well over them and the moon was ebbing and in a couple of nights it would be totally black dark and only the stars would guide life from their distant perches.Appanar iyya woke from his deep sleep hearing growls and mewls and fearing that the dreaded leopard was attacking them, he woke up totally alert and ready to fight.Not finding azhagan in the next branch he looked down and saw the boy on the forest floor playing with some animals and to his shock it was not just some animals but a bunch of fearsome looking leopards and they were just lying around,getting themselves stroked,scratched and rubbed by the boy.The leopards mewled like kittens as azhagan played with them and appanar iyya saw for the first time the strange light that glowed in the boys eyes.

He did not know what to make of it but knew that it came from the spirits in the forest and it was their legacy and now the spirits moved in the boy.

Although appanar iyya had interacted with the lights and spirits in the forest,he had yet to fully understand them or what they truly were.He had tried very hard and although he knew that his senses and mind were sharper than the ordinary man,even he could not understand or decipher the lights and the spirits.For a man who believed that everything has a purpose and that everything was on and in a voyage towards something,he had let it go and just did what was told or requested of him.He knew now that although he was nearly dying he had been kept alive for avini and her welfare and eventually for the coming of azhagan.

He sat watching the boy play with the leopards and soon tiring of it fell asleep on one fat and fierce looking one and as he drifted of to deep sleep and went to avini in his dreams,each leopard moved away and sat in a circle around him facing the forest.

Appanar shook his head in amazement and knew that he could really drift off to a deep sleep for nothing would or could cross that barrier of animals who guarded azhagan.

The night,black night came and in the farthest and deepest part of the brain, dreams came to all of them.

Azhagan dreamt of avini as they walked hand in hand and as he led her explaining all the beautiful things that enveloped their lives.

Avini dreamt of azhagan as he lay by her side clutching her breast and with one leg thrown over her body.

Thenmozhi dreamt of the boy as he made his way towards her with the huge lion besides him. She raised her hand to him and he reached out and gently took it.

Kulashekaran dreamt of the boy from the light as he raised him from the ashes to glory.

Maravarman dreamt of the boy as he threw the spear at his heart and he saw the boy fall to the ground with tears, shock and a broken heart.

I dream,you dream,we dream

magic voyages in different realms

some dreams are of extremes

some dreams are mundane and mainstream

dreams of love,dreams of glory

for only dreams are what

we can call ours truly

"We live and breathe words. ... It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt--I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted--and then I realized that truly I just wanted you." Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

A prospective husband in a book store
"Do you have a book called, Husband - the Master of the House'?
Sales Girl : "Sir, Fiction and Comics are on the 1st floor!".



Someone asked an old man :
"Even after 70 years, you still call your wife - Darling, Honey, Luv. What's the secret ?
Old man : I forgot her name and I'm scared to ask her.

Husband to wife - Today is a fine day. Next day he says :
Today is a fine day. Again next day, he says same thing -
Today is a fine day. Finally after a week, the wife can't take it and asks her husband -
since last one week, you are saying this "Today is a fine day'. I am fed up. What's the matter?
Husband : Last week when we had an argument, you said,
"I will leave you one fine day." I was just trying to remind you...

A man in Hell asked Devil : Can I make a call to my Wife ?
After making call he asked how much to pay.
Devil : Nothing. Hell to hell is Free.


Wife : I wish I was a newspaper. So I'd be in your hands all day.
Husband : I too wish that you were a newspaper.
So I could have a new one every day !