Mother: David, come here.
David: Yes, mum.
Mother: You really disappoint me. Your results are getting worse.
David: But I will only get my report book tomorrow.
Mother: I know that, but I''m going Hong Kong tomorrow so I''m scolding you now.
MATHAMETICAL POEM.Hum to na 3 me hain na 13 me,Hum se Q 5,7 karte ho,9,2,11 kar k hum ko,Chup k oron se bat karte ho,302 lage gi tum ko,Qatl ki wardat karte ho,420 hai vo jis k liy,Zulf lehra k rat karte ho..!