A man boards a Jet Airways airplane Delhi to Mumbai and takeshis seat. As he settles in, he glances up and sees an extremely attractivewoman boarding the plane. He soon realizes she's heading straighttowards his seat. Lo and behold, she takes the seat right beside his.Eager to strike up a conversation, he asks "Business trip or vacation?"

She turns, smiles, and says, "Business. I'm going to the annualSexologists' Convention." He swallows hard. Here is the most gorgeous woman he has everseen, sitting next to him, and she's a sexologist! Struggling to containhis excitement and maintain his composure, he calmly asks, "What's yourbusiness role at this convention?" "Lecturer," she says, "I use my experience to debunk some of thepopular myths about sexuality." "Really?" he says, swallowing hard. "What m-m-m-myths arethose?" Well," she explains, "one popular myth is that Negro men are thebest endowed when, in fact, it's the Sardar ji who is most likely topossess that trait.

Another popular myth is that French men are the mostsensitive lovers, when actually it is the Bengali. However, we havefound that the best potential lover in sensuousness is the Tamilian." Suddenly, the woman becomes a little uncomfortable and blushes."I'm sorry," she says, "I shouldn't be discussing this with you. I don'teven know your name!" "Venkatraman!" the man blurts. "Venkatraman Mukherjee! But my friends call me Santa Singh!"