A sardar went 2 international cookin contest. Wen judges came 2 him,
he was movin spoon in empty karhai.
Judge Asked: kya bana rahe ho...?
Sardar: Pagal..
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..!