Santa, an Akali leader, was fulminating against the Congress. Addressing a crowded university meeting, he thundered, 'The Congress wallahs are all waters of the first rogue.' The audience burst into laughter over his lapse of tongue. Santa realized he had made a mistake. He joined the palms of his hands to ask for pardon, I am very sorry, it is a tongue of slip.' This time the laughter was louder than before. The gentleman that he was, Santa was genuinely contrite, 'You must pardon me. I am always limiting the cross.'
