Father: Raat ko tum peekar room me gir gaye the.
Son: kya batau papa sab galat sangat ki wajah se hua.
4 dost, 4 bottle aur... saala peene wala sirf ek.
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..!
Yar bohot afsos ha muje tum pe ma tu tum pa itna bharosa krta tha aur tum ne mery aitemaad ko tor dya ha tum ko pata ha k tum ny bohot bara jhout bola hy muj sy. Tum ny kaha tha k ab meri koi lover nai ha tu.. . . . . phr yay kon hai??? (\./) /.”.)”^——;”; \,,/”(gulabo)\ …….//\\ //\\