A man riding a bike and carrying two sacks on his shoulders was stopped by a guard while
crossing the border.
“What do you have in those bags?” asked the guard.
“Sand,” the cyclist replied.
“You’ll need to open them so I can take a look inside.”
The guard emptied the bags and found out they did indeed contain nothing but sand. The
man put his bags back on his shoulders and continued across the border.
This happened a couple of times each week for a month. Sometime later, that same guard
ran into the cyclist in the city.
“Hey, where have you been?” the guard asked. “You sure had me wondering. I know you
were smuggling something across the border. If you tell me what it was, I won’t prosecute
you. What was it?”
The man smiled and said, “Bicycles!”
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...
Jab dekha unhone tirchhi nazar se,
to hum madhosh ho gaye,
Par jab pata chala ki nazare hi tirchhi hai,
to hum behosh ho gaye...
TERI JHEEL SI AANKHON MEIN DOOB JAANE KO JI CHHAHTA HAI
TERI JHEEL SI AANKHON MEIN DOOB JAANE KO JI CHHAHTA HAI
PAR KYA KAROON,
KAMBAKKTH YE CHASHMA BEECH MEIN AA JATA HAI
Khuda se Scooter manga.. Car di;
Apartment manga.. bangla diya;
Dost manga to tumhain diya..
Khuda ne is bar aisa zulm kyoun kiya
Ghoonghat me tujhe dekha to.....
Deewana hua
Sangeet ka taraana hua
Shamaa ka parwana hua
Masti me mastaana hua
Par jaise hi ghoonghat uthaaya to ..
is duniya se ravaana hua