A sardarji boards a plane and takes his seat. He glances up and sees a very beautiful woman boarding the plane. He soon realizes she's heading straight towards his seat. Lo and behold, she takes the seat right beside his. Eager to strike up a conversation, he blurts out, "Business trip, or vacation?"

She turns, smiles, and says, "Business. I'm going to the annual Nymphomaniac Convention in Mumbai."

He swallows hard. Here is the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen, Sitting next to him, and she's going to a meeting of nymphomaniacs!

Struggling to contain his excitement and maintain his composure, he calmly asks, "What's your business role at this convention?"

"Lecturer," she says, "I use my experience to debunk some of the popular myths about sexuality."

Really ?" he says, swallowing hard. "What myths are those?"

"Well," she explains, "one popular myth is that Negro men are the most well endowed when, in fact, it's the Tamilian who is most likely to possess that trait. Another popular myth is that French men are the best lovers, when actually it is the Bengali. However, we have found that the best potential lover in all categories is the Sardarji."

Suddenly, the woman becomes a little uncomfortable and blushes. "I'm sorry," she says, "I shouldn't be discussing this with you. I don't even know your name!"

"C. Venkatraman!" the man says, "C. Venkatraman Mukherjee! ... but my friends call me ! Santa Singh!"