I''ve written a poem for you: Twinkle twinkle little star, you should know what you are, and once you know what you are, Mental hospital is not so far.
Boy to a Girl : ager main tumhari sirf kiss karu tu tum kia socho gi?
Girl : I will think ek bewakof jo purra USA ghoom sakta tha airport se hi wapis chala gaya
"Doctor, are you sure I''m suffering from pneumonia? I''ve heard once about a doctor treating someone with pneumonia and finally he died of typhus."
"Don''t worry, it won''t happen to you. If I treat someone with pneumonia he will die of pneumonia only." . . . ;->
