An over-enthusiastic priest once found himself seated alongside a hippie-looking young man in a rail way compartment. Positive he was on to drugs, the priest longed for an opening to deliver a lecture. Of a sudden, the young fellow turned to the priest and asked: “Father, how does one get arthritis?” Feeling this was his chance, the priest went into his subject with gusto. “One gets arthritis by drinking alcohol, by taking drugs, by mixing with women and indulging in smoking. You should give up such things, my boy?” “Who! Me!” exclaimed the young man. “But I don’t do those things.” “Really! Then why did you ask that question just now?” enquired the priest. “Oh, I was just curious to know how one gets it,” said the young man. “My mother told me that our bishop has got arthritis.”