Wo ankh bohat payari thi jo hum ne us ko mari thi Wo joti bohat bahri thi jo us ne hume mari thi Hum to muft main e pit gaye Ghalib Hamain to ankhon ki bimari thi.
"sir! aap mere son ki shadi pe nahi aye,
bari shiddat se aap ka intezaar tha.
shadi bilkul be ronaq rahi aap ke baghair,
ham pe kuch to tars kha ke aa jatay.
Prince charles & sardarji were having dinner.
Prince said, "pass the wine you divine"
Sardar thinks "how poetic"
Sardar says, "pass the custard you bastard
Teacher:What r the ppl of Turkey called?
Student:I dnt knw.......
Teacher:they r called Turks.....
Now what r the ppl of Germany called?
Student:They r called Germs.....
Sardar : What is the name of your car ?
Lady : I forgot the name, but is starts with “T”.
Sardar : Oye Kamaal ki gaadi hai, Tea se start hoti hai.
Hamaara gaadi petrol se start hoti hai.
