Father: Raat ko tum peekar room me gir gaye the.
Son: kya batau papa sab galat sangat ki wajah se hua.
4 dost, 4 bottle aur... saala peene wala sirf ek.
''kabi to hamari gali aao,,,
thora sa sharmao,,,,,,
aur muskrao,,
apni ankhon se zulfen uthao,,
hamary ghr ki bell bajao,,,
aur,,,
awaz lagao,,,
kachra de doooooooooooo,,,,''
A man was crying over a grave and repeating,
Why did you have to die?
Another man approached him and said,
Sir, I dont wish to interfere with your private grief
but for whom do you mourn so deeply?
Your child?
Your parent?
The mourner took a moment to collect himself,
then replied,
My wifes first husband.
