Sardar thrmos le k picnic pr gaya.

Sardar thrmos le k picnic pr gaya.
Sardar thrmos le k picnic pr gaya.

Sardar: Is m thandi chez thandi or garm chee garam rehti hy.
Dost:Tum is m kya laye ho.
Sardar:4 qulfi 2 cup chae;-)
  

May, 25 2010     157 chars (1 sms)     2977 views       

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Santa: My 8yr old son is very naughty, he has made my maid servant pregnant.
Confused Banta: How the hell?
Santa: He took a pin & punctured all my condoms.
aaj to trk e ta''aluq pe bazid lgta hy...

tujh ko dekhy ga to dil phir se machl jaega!!
8 Saal Pehle Mobile Zyada Thay Orr Mobile Choor Kam ...

Lekin Aj Mobile Choor Zyada Hain Orr Mobile Kam


Jeo Musharaf
Love That We Can Not Have
Is The One That Last Longest,
Hurts The Deepest
&
Feels The Strongest . . .
Tum Us¡ Kay Nah¡ Hoty jisay Apna Keh Do janam''


woh Kis¡ Ka Nah¡ rehta jo TumHara Ho Jaye''
nazar uthaa kabhee gham ke siyaah-khaano''n par.
isee andhere ko aankho''n kaa noor hone de,
There''s Mothers Day And Fathers Day.
There Are Anniversaries And Birthdays.
But There Are No Special Days To Thank Someone Or To Apologize To Anyone.
They Can Be Done Anytime, Anyday.
Today I Choose To Thank You For Everytime
You Made Me Smile, Laugh,
For Everytime You Helped,
Wiped A Tear. And I Apologize For Any Inconvenience I Caused,
For Every Time I Was Rude,
For Anything That Hurt You.
Thank You For Being A Great Part Of My Small Life:-)..
When i dont get ur sms

A little pain in my heart

A small tear in my eye

And

Sadness falls on my face

What is this?


Its nothing


"Just Missing U"
U were always mine & you will always be but you never realized,
because your eyes never looked in my eyes,
you are always there in my heart and i can listen your heartbeat before mine beats.
Tumsa koi zamin par hua to rab se shikayat hogi,
tumsa koi zamin par hua to rab se shikayat hogi,
Ek to jhel liya dusra aaya to kayamat hogi.
Still, Majnun desires to become insane.
Still, Layla’s camel flees the caravan.

Still, the noise of Farhad’s pickaxe can be heard.
Still, Shirin’s tale is sweet to tell.

Who is calling and who is telling in the music of the saz?
Everything becomes musical. Who spends life from moment to moment?

Mazun says: “Who is here? Who is on there?”
He is here; he is there. Where is he?
happiness is like a butterfly
the more u chase it , the more it eludes u...

but if u turn ur attention to other things,
it softly comes and sits on ur shoulder.