|Fun Section Sept 28' 2006|
|Ye bhi ek shayari....Naya Andaaz...Wah
Wah Wah Wah....
Tumko dekha....tumko dekha... Tumko dekha....to yeh khayal aaya Paaglon ke stock mein naya maal aaya!
Idhar kuda hai, udar khuda hai, Jidar dekho udar khuda hai, Idhar-udhar bus khuda hi khuda hai Jidhar nahi khuda hai....udhar kal khudega!
Tumsa koi dusara jameen par hua To rab se sikayat hogi....Ek to jehlla nahi jata Dusra AA gaya to kya halat hogi!!!
Tuhaar chehraa moti samaan .. Tuhaar chehraa moti samaan...Moti hamaar kutte ka naam!!
Durakht ke paymane pe chilman E husn ka furkat se Sharmana... Durakht ke paymane pe chilman E husn ka furkat se Sharmana... Ye line samajh me aaye to mujhe zaroor batana!!
Tere Dar pe sanam hazar baar aayenge, Tere Dar pe sanam hazar baar aayenge..... Ghanti bajayenge aur bhaag jayenge !!
Mere marne ke baad mere doston, Yu aansoo na bahana, Agar meri yaad aaye to, Sidhe upar chale aana!!
Unki gali se guzre..ajeeb ittefaq tha Unki gali se guzre..ajeeb ittefaq tha Unho NE phool phenka..gamla bhi saath tha!!
Kyon apni kabar khood-hi khod raha hai Galib... Kyon apni kabar khood-hi khod raha hai Galib...La, phawda mujhe de!!
Tumko dekha to ek khyal aaya Tumko dekha to ek khyal aaya Tumhari saheli ko dekha to doosra khyal aaya!!
Na who inkaar karti hai Na who ikraar karti hai KAMBAKHT mere hi sapno mein aakar Mere dost se pyaar karti hai.
Jab Jab gire Baadal, Teri Yaad aayi Jhoom ke barsa Saawan, Teri Yaad aayi Bheega main,lekin phir bhi teri Yaad aayi Kyon na aaye teri yaad? Tune Jo chatri AB tak nahi Lautai...
Bolaa dukaan-daar, ke kyaa chahiye tumhain Jo bhii kaho GE merii dukaan per wo paoge Maine kahaa ke kutte ke khaane kaa cake hai Bolaa yahiin pe khaaoge yaa leke jaaoge!
Unki gali ke chakkar kaat kaat kar, Kutte bhi hamare yaar ho gaye, Wo to hamare ho na sake, Hum kutton ke sardar ho gaye...
Haseen tum ho to bure hum bi nahi, Mahalo mein tum ho to sadak par hum bhi nahi, Pyar karke kehte ho shaadi shuda ho, Kaan kholkar sunlo. Kunware hum bhi nahi.
Just for Fun...............
An Indian comes up to the Pakistan border on his bike.He's got two large bags over his shoulders. The guard Iqbal stops him and says, 'What's in the bags?' 'Sand,' answered the Indian. Iqbal says, 'We'll just see about that. Get off the bike.' Iqbal's guard takes the bags and rips them apart, he empties them out and finds nothing in them but sand. He detains the Indian all night and has the sand analyzed, only to discover that there is nothing but pure sand in the bags. Iqbal releases the Indian, puts the sand into new bags, hefts them onto the Indian's shoulders, and lets him cross the border. A week later, the same thing happens. Iqbal asks, 'What have you got?' 'Sand,' says the Indian. Iqbal does his thorough examination and discovers that the bags contain nothing but sand. He gives the sand back to the Indian, and crosses the border on his bike. This sequence of events is repeated every day for three years. Finally, the Indian, doesn't show up one day and the guard, Iqbal, meets him in a 'Dhaba' (Highway Restaurant) in Islamabad. 'Hey, Buddy, ' says Iqbal, 'I know you are smuggling something. It's driving me crazy. It's all I think about...I can't sleep. Just between you and me, what are you smuggling?' The Indian, sips his Lassi (Curd) and says, BIKES!