There was once a college that offered a class on probability applied to the real world. The class was relatively easy, but there was a catch. There were no homework assignments or tests, but there was a final exam that would have only one question on it. When everyone received the test paper it was a blank sheet of paper with a solitary question on it: 'What is the risk?'.Most students were able to pass, but only one student received 100% for the class! Even stranger was that he only wrote down one word!
What did he write?

You were playing ping pong with your friend. Suddenly the ball fell into a narrow metal pipe that was imbedded in the concrete surface of the floor one foot deep. Now you don't have any other ball and you desperately want to take it out and play. You and your friend have your shoelaces, your tennis paddle and a plastic water bottle. However, the bottle cannot fit into the pipe.

How will you take the ball out?

I am 5 letters long.
My first two tell you who I am
My first 3 could be a medicine
My last three reversed could be a young boy.
My 4th, 3rd and 2nd in that order could be a fruit drink.
If you have me you may hang me round your neck
WHAT AM I ?

Bay of Bengal is in which state?

Two girls were born to the same mother, on the same day, at the same time, in the same month and year and yet they're not twins. How can this be ?

In a mathematical quiz, you are asked the following question:

Use three 9s in a mathematical expression without dividing or multiplying to form the number one.

Can you answer the question?

An artist while painting a scenic beauty, decides to paint three layers of blue colour on the sky.

Which layer will go on the first?

Today, I celebrated my 32nd birthday but I was born in 1972.
How is this possible?

The King of a distant land had heard that Birbal was one of the wisest men in the East and so desired to meet Birbal. He sent Birbal an invitation to visit his country.

In due course, Birbal arrived in the distant kingdom. When he entered the palace he was flabbergasted to find not one but six kings seated there. All looked alike. All were dressed in kingly robes. Who was the real king?

The very next moment he got his answer. Confidently, he approached the king and bowed to him.

How did Birbal know who was the real king?

I am the black child of a white father, a wingless bird, flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me, even though there is no cause for grief, and at once on my birth, I am dissolved into air. What am I?