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WHEN a husband reaches home after being worn out in the office, his question hour begins — "Why did your secretary take so long in handing over the phone to you?" Perhaps that’s why some husbands prefer to sneak into their house after their better halves go off to sleep.
Some times a little child at home attacks a guest with the most embarrassing questions, "Uncle, is this aunt yours?" or "Uncle, when will you go back to your home?" The guest will prefer leaving rather than enjoying the hospitality under the barrage of such innocent insults. When the police question somebody even for an hour, he feels like admitting all the crimes he has never even committed. Then there are those great spirits whom we vote to Parliament. Besides moving around in flagged cars, we expect them to participate in Question Hour. This is the time when MPs are supposed to ask about the progress on various projects from the minister concerned. Recently 34 MPs disappeared after submitting questions. The reason could be that they preferred standing outside Parliament, getting vitamin D from the sun instead of listening to the cold answers of ministers to their lukewarm questions.
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Questioning
can be sometimes so dreadful that when a teacher asks too many
questions, some students play truant. If a student keeps on asking
nerve-wrecking questions, the teacher feels like leaving this noble
profession.