I''ve written a poem for you: Twinkle twinkle little star, you should know what you are, and once you know what you are, Mental hospital is not so far.
An MBA Student to a Sweeper:
"Mere Pas Degree Hai,Knowledge Hai, 4 Logon Mein Izzat Hai.
Tere Pas Kya Hai?"
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Sweeper Proudly replied:
"Mere Pas Job Hai"