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.
2010.
1 class ka bacha apni Miss se kehta hai.
Mai aap ko kaisa lagta hoon?
Miss: So sweet!
Bacha: To phir mai apne ammi abbu ko aap k ghar kab bhejun.
Miss: Wo kyon?
Bacha: Ta''kay wo hamari baat agay chalayen,
Miss: Ye kya bakwaas hai!
