Author: Khushwant Singh
Illustrator/Animator: Mario Miranda
Publisher: Vision/Orient paperbacks
ISBN/UPC (if available): 8122200133
VOLUME I - KHUSHWANT SINGH'S JOKE BOOK
In a humourless nation like ours it doesn’t take much wit to be regarded as a humorist. It came as a very pleasant surprise to me to discover that the first item most of my readers read in my columns is the last one which I usually reserve for a humorous anecdote. The conclusion is clear- we may not have much humour in ourselves but we enjoy it coming from others. A god joke is a tonic for appetites jaded by an unending and unsavoury diet of politics, corruption, religious and social problems.
Witty, ribald, hilarious… no string of adjectives would suffice to describe this selection by the wittiest Sardarji of them all, and designed with malice towards one and all, to give the reader a pain in the belly.
Singh is at his best when poking fun at Indians. There are dozens of sardarji jokes, all of them charmingly told. Included also are some Russian jokes, some Czech, and many quite delightful ones on Pakistan. The author seems to love lampooning Pervez Musharraf.
Funny and ribald.
Unputdownable, K S at his best!
-The Sunday Observer
Funny side up.
VOLUME II- KHUSHWANT SINGH'S JOKE BOOK
Unputdownable, K S at his Best!
Witty, ribald, hilarious ..no string of adjectives would suffice to describe this selection by the wittiest Sardarji of them all, and designed to give the reader a pain in the belly.
Funny and Ribald.
Funny Side Up.
Khushwant Singh is at his best when poking fun at Indians. There are dozens of Sardarji jokes, all of them charmingly told..and many quite delightful ones on Pakistan.
- Deccan Chronicle
-The Sunday Observer
VOLUME III - KHUSHWANT SINGH'S JOKE BOOK
Another super collection of naughty and not-so-naughty jokes, humorous anecdotes, comic interludes, hilarious situations and bitchy remarks, selected by the author from amongst the thousands contributed by his readers and fan - and some manufactured by him. All dedicated to getting the humorless Indians to smile and the laugh.
VOLUME IV - KHUSHWANT SINGH'S JOKE BOOK
Yet another collection of light-hearted humor compiled by the 'wittiest' of them all. Roguishly naughty, comical, outrageous, even absurd.
A masala mix of desi buffoonery, political jibes, communication gaffes, social blunders.
VOLUME V - KHUSHWANT SINGH'S JOKE BOOK
This fifth joke book, edited by the master spinner of jokes, appears in as many years after the previous four have gone into dozens of reprint.
The biggest joke is that in a country known to have no sense of humor, joke books have become national bestsellers . . The legacies of Birbal, Tenali Raman and Gopal Bhore have not been lost. The only conclusion one can draw is that while most Indians are as yet unable to laugh at themselves or their community, they guffaw with laughter at jokes made at others' expense and other communities.
Another highlight of this book is the inclusion of witty poetry which adds a new dimension to the humor of our country. This collection, author feels, may be more enjoyable than the previous four.
VOLUME VI - KHUSHWANT SINGH'S JOKE BOOK
The biggest joke of recent years is that in a national as humorless as us Indian, joke books sell like hot pakoras. This is the sixth compilation of jokes called from KS's columns in The Hindustan Times and The Tribune.
Narrator says that he is not sure there will be yet another compilation of his jokes. He hopes others will take it up after I have been summoned by the Lord to regale Him with the latest jokes doing the rounds in the world He created.
VOLUME VII - KHUSHWANT SINGH'S JOKE BOOK
We Indians are singularly humourless people who find it difficult to laugh unless it is prescribed by a doctor and administered as a dose good for our health. Go to any park in any city and you will see middle-aged men and women with long, sad faces looking as if they had just broken away form a funeral procession for a few minutes to rest their feet before rejoining it.
They line up on a lawn like soldiers on drill and await their leader’s command to begin their exercise. He raises one arm; they fall silent. He brings it down with a jerk, they start laughing – hee, hee, hee – haw, haw, haw – and bray like donkeys for full fifteen minutes. Their leader raises his hand again. They fall silent. Put back their long, sad faces, break lines and rejoin the funeral procession.