Politics is the gentle

Politics is the gentle
Politics is the gentle art of getting votes from the poor
and campaign funds from the rich,
by promising to protect each from the other.
  

Jun, 11 2010     139 chars (1 sms)     2404 views       Politics

more Politics SMS Messages

aaj purani rahoon sey koi mujhe awaz na dey, dard mein doobey gheet na dey ghum ka sisakta saaz na dey,
(Zardari)
hum chord chaley hein mehfil ko yaad aaye kabhi to mat rona. (Nawaz Sharif)

socha tha pyar na karein ghey, hum na rice pe marein ghey.(Pervaiz)
Lo bhai Pakistanio!
.
.
.
Khoon to Zardari choos gaya,
Ab Gosht Sher kha jaye ga…
OR
Reh gai khaal,
Wo to hy he shokat khanam ke…
Mubarak ho Pakistanio :p
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Purana Pakistan repair ho
gaya naya boht mehnga tha
Yeh Bhazi Khoon ki Bhazi hai
Yeh Bhazi tum hi haro ga
Har ghar se Bhutto nikla ga
Tum kitna Bhutto maro ga

Jiye PPP
Jiye BHUTTO
Jiye BENAZIR
Ajkal sirf 2 topic ke bare me bat horahi he
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Election 2013……. And Aashiqui 2:-P:-;-)
-=News Alert=-
Pervez Musharaf ne Wardi Utaar di

.

.

.

.

.

Naha k Phirse Pahin Li....
P o l i t i c i a n ...

One Who Shakes Your Hand Before Elections

And

Your Confidence After ... ;->
Dil main he mere Dard-e-bhutto

"Dard-e-bhutto"
"Dard-e-bhutto"
Wo hasina wo nilam pari,,
hui thi wo election main khari,,
na jane kahan se goli chal pari,,
hamare lia ho gayi mushkil khari,,
Dil main hay mere
""Dard-e-Bhutto""
""Dard-e-Bhutto""
*UNLUCKY NUMBER*

BENAZIR BHUTTO,! born in
1953 =1,9,5,3 "9"

she has died in ,!
2007= 2+0+0+7="9"

total period from 1953 to 2007 is
54 years=5 +4 ="9"

1st suicidal attack on her ,!
18 oct. = 1+8 ="9"

2nd suicidal attack on her in which she died
27 dec. = 2+7 ="9" .:)-
The more you read and observe about this Politics thing,
you got to admit that each party is worse than the other.
The one that"s out always looks the best.
Those who are too smart to engage in politics are punished
by being governed by those who are dumber.
keh rahi hai awam ooonchi awaz mein bol bol k,
apna pol chchupa rahey hein doosroon k khol k,

aur naheen pard raha hai farq kissi ko b yahan,
Kissi main ko phenko k khali hein dhakney main hole k