Once upon a time, there was a bmk, who used to live far away from home sweet home. His undershirt/waist got tear and he was very pereshan, how to stitch? He looked here and there in search of a sui dhaaga but invain. he was already late for aafas and that was the only waist left too. hell missed home; ehspeshally sisters.

Suddenly he came across a stapler during the search. uss ki jaan mein jaan aaee. Picked that up and tried, stapling the torrn ends but the staple wouldn’t go down enough to the other end. jaan dobaara challi gayee. again, he looked here and there and saw a newspaper. folded the newspaper thrice and placed it beneath and lo ji, kaam ho gaya. now, he is wearing the same waist. since everything is still in place tau he intends to wear it tomorrow as well and perhaps .... till ... :)

MORAL: Necessity is the mother of invention.