The genie appeared on the rub of the lamp.

Aladdin said -- "I'm hungry"

The genie asked -- "what can I do for you?"

"Get me some food. Double fast"

"What food? Your specification is vague. An indent has to be specific"

"Give me then a choice of -- at least, four" said Aladdin

"Ok, dosa, idli, hamburger or pizza -- which one? Tell me quickly"

"Get me a dosa" -- replied Aladdin

The genie promptly vanished, having obtained an unambiguous instruction

Little later it made the scene and asked -- "what dosa? plain or rava?"

"Ok, let that be plain" -- said a hungrier Aladdin

The genie came again and informed -- "oh, Master! the feller wants to know if the plain dosa will be garnished with or without the masala"

Aladdin opted for the masala

The genie ran back

Some minutes trickled by and the genie came in again.

Aladdin asked -- "Oh, genie! why wouldn't you have a cell phone? You can save this running around"

The genie replied -- "Oh, Master, I am here to serve you. Forget my commute. It is a part of my duty. Answering the cell phone is not. Ok, here's the next question for you? You want a ghee-roast or the vanilla fare?"

Aladdin said "It hurts -- to see you get tired. That was why I suggested you have a phone. However my immediate demand is for a ghee-roast plain masala dosa"

The genie rushed back super-fast. It had yet another question -- "with sambhar or chutney?"

Aladdin said -- "I am dead already -- of starvation. Go find yourself another Master"

Locating your kind of dosa is not, simple, be advised. There are dosas and dosas. Say I want to edit the header in this article. Where do I go look for it? In the edit menu? No, it is not there. In the File menu?? It has not heard of it?? In the insert menu? Don't waste your time any further. Consult an Expert. He will tell you that you go look for it in the view menu. This is the situation with an information already coded and seasoned over years. So you are familiar with this territory

A young man goes to a matrimonial bureau where they promise to get him the most suitable bride. The bureau being a product of the twenty first century is modern, modular and therefore most intelligent. They believe in self-service. "Turn left for brides over 25 and right for others" -- declares a sign-writing as soon as you enter and register. Our young man takes a right turn.

"For brides younger than 24 years and nine months go to first floor and for those over than that to the second" is the next direction issued. Our hero climbs to the first floor.

There he is asked to wait in the queue for tall slim girls -- else he is to go past the line to the next post. He waits

Ushered in a large hall little later where other prospective grooms are similarly waiting, a subsequent directive tells them to get into Hall Q for beautiful girls and Hall R for fair ones

Entering the Hall Q a further selection awaits our young man. If he was to choose a girl with educational qualification he was to enter gate S. Else Gate T. The young man makes to the Gate S

He was to report to desk X if he was looking for bride with culinary expertise. Else he is to take additional directions from Desk Y

Having reached the desk X he is to effect an yet another selection -- that for a bride with engaging conversational skill or otherwise.

Our young man opts for a mate with exceptional social deportment and opens the door.

To his great surprise he finds -- indeed there is a girl, in the street -- waiting. Is she waiting for him? He chooses to clarify

"Are you that beautiful girl, accomplished, less that 24 years & nine months, music loving, computer conscious, software oriented, experienced well in cooking and one loving to entertain guests?", he asks

"No, I am not. Actually I came looking for a single, muscular, tall, handsome, fun loving, NRI fellow, making enough dough to keep me in a comfortable life style I enjoy very much. I opened successive doors and have landed in this street", she says

Our young man gets the moral of the story, however. "I suppose we both match -- in our findings. We are looking for the impossible -- the so called perfect match. We ought to understand there is no answer to every possible choice. We have to interpret the hints from this matrimonial bureau." I suppose the girl also must have agreed. Instead of furthering their search for the ideal Kahin Na Kahin Jo Bi Honge -- they both must have married and I also suppose they live happily thereafter