The Worm Payasam


A doctor's son was relishing the tasty vermicelli payasam his mom had cooked. He asked his dad: "Dad, why do they call this Vermicelli?" Dad replied: "Son, Vermicelli is derived from the Greek word for worms. Look into your plate. Doesn't it look like worms boiled in milk?" Son miserably nodded. Dad continued: "Son, the payasam you are eating gets converted into stools inside your intestines. There is a worm-like organ inside your stomach called the Vermiform appendix. When vermiform appendix gets infected and filled with foul-smelling pus, we remove it surgically." Mom, hearing the conversation, spilled her plate of vermicelli payasam into the garbage bin.

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