Illiteracy is a curse
An army man was fed up with the same style of a haircut every time in the army base. So one day, he went to a nearby city. There he saw a big hair-dressing saloon and entered it. By his way of was not of that locality. He asked him, “Sir, which city do you belong to?” “I belong to Rajkot,” replied the army man. “Ok,” said the barber, “It is in Rajasthan, right?” “No, Gujarat,” said the army man. “Oh, I am sorry,” said the barber laughingly. “Actually my geometry is very weak since childhood.”
Moral: Illiteracy is a curse.
