Mr.Gumuthe's wish : When I die, I want to die like my grandpa who died peacefully in his sleep not screaming like all the passengers in the car he was driving.

Mr.Gumuthe at an Art Gallery: I suppose this horrible looking thing is what you call modern art?
Art dealer: I beg your pardon sir, that's a mirror!

Mr. Gumuthe was writing something very slowly.Friend asked:" Why are you writing so slowly?

Mr. Gumuthe: "I'm writing to my 6 yr old son, he can't read very fast.

- Sathyu and J. Narasimha. XII Class