Baigan ke baataan karre bolke nakko bolo katte.
Aaj kal sone ke baatan saste hote katte.

A: Its 2045 hrs and we can't get tickets for the night show of Superman Returns. What do we do?
B: Hmm..well I kno what, lets go and visit our beloved Manmohan ji. He is also a Superman, only instead of blue suit he wears blue pagdi. and besides its his time of the day?
C: Don't ask me I'm just an AC mechanic.
A: What do you mean his time of the day.
B:He is not a morning person
A: what?
B: Unne AM nahin Pm hain. See its 2045 hours boletho 8:45 PM its definitly not time to meet the AM.
A: Oooh yes. let us.meet the PM.
Kali Billi.: Kaun hain?
C: Main AC mechanic hoon.
A,B,C: Kya hum PM se mil sakte hain?
KB: Sure why not apply at gate 2, within striking range of the entire cabinet of the country.
K at gate 2: Who are you
ABC( in chorus): Crocodile Corcodile can we cross the golden river? err we mean bhaiyya bhiyya can we meet PM.
KB2: It depends. first get me a Shrubbery...err sorry wrong script..but yes are you winners of K serials Meet the PM contest?
ABC: No.
KB: Then so sorry.please leave.
ABC : retreat singing Koi humdum na raha/ Koi SAHARA na raha.

Bah! There are lies, damned lies and Statistics. You can say my mind has been Poissoned against Statistics.

"Hu" dunnit?

Welcome to the People's republic of Chi...err India. All we need now is a few tanks rolling around Charminar...

I laughed...and that is what is important. or Huh?(with blank expression on face)

me:What did the psycho do with all the men friday that he had killed.
X: What?
me: He made a factotum-pole and sold it as native american art.
X: huh?

Y: The orientation session has been cancelled for today
me: arerey there must have been an Occident.
Y: huh?

See in these amateure porn videos the girls are busy covering their privates...I mean comeooooonnnnnnn
isn't it more important to cover your FACE maybe if you are so worried... Isn't it unlikely that someone will come across a pic of your pussy and say " hey! thats so and so she lives on rd no 3 banjara hills. I'd know that cunt anywhere."

This past week has been a very trying time for me. Slurs have been cast upon my charachter.
I have been accused of
a) Speaking with an English accent (naat true wonly I am telling boletho...bleddy fellows)
b) horrors of horrors...being a Gentleman. With a capital G. (kaun nanga makeoda bola)
c)being a geek (this of course is fully true)
d) performing random acts of kindness..(arey I who will steal from a blind beggar)

My image has been damages irrepairably. I will either kill myself, or go to Rishikesh and become a sadhu...

On second thoughts, I shall just remain here and make your lives miserable.

I was rolling on the floor laughjing when I heard this .
Thanks to maddening for sending it to me.
I used to have an English prof who spoke like that...he knew as much about literature as i know about wedding rituals of the Sentinelese tribals. more on that later.

Why aren't half baked ideas rare?