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.
Girl: Meri ammi ko tum boht pasand aaye ho.... . . . . . Pathan: (Sharmaaty huwe) Kuch bhi ho par hum shadi tumse hi karega,Khala se kaho mujhe bhool jaye.
Flatter me ,and I may not believe you.
Criticize me, and I may not like you.
Ignore me, and I may not forgive you.
Encourage me, and I will not forget you.
Love me, and I will be forced to love you.
''Muslim lady:assalamo alikum! Molvi: yeh jannt main jayegi Hindu lady:Namasty! Molvi: yeh dozakh main jayegi Christian lady:Hi darling molvi: ye mere sath jayegi''
