Santa and Banta were in a bank, when armed robbers burst in. While several of the robbers take the money from the tellers, others line the customers, including Santa ands Banta, up against a wall, and proceed to take their wallets, watches, etc. While this is going on Santa jams something in Banta's hand. Without looking down, Banta whispers, "What is this?" To which Santa replies, "It's that Rs 500 I owe you."
Rita was standing vigil over her husband's deathbed. As she held his hand, her warm tears ran silently down her face, splashed onto his face, and roused him from his slumber.
He looked up and his pale lips began to move slightly. "My darling," he whispered.
"Hush, my love," she said. "Go back to sleep. Shhh. Don't talk."
But he was insistent. "Rita," he said in his tired voice. "I have to talk. I have something I must confess to you."
Once a person saw Santa and Banta. Santa was digging a hole and Banta was filling it. Then they did the same act and kept repeating it. The man came to them and asked what they were doing. Santa Banta replied that they were doing their duty by digging and filling the holes and the man who plants trees was absent that day.