Funny Jokes....

[YUVRAJ]

जब शक nahi तो अब क्या सोच रहे हैं ...
शूरू हो जाईये और सीखना चालू करें ...
रही बात सच्चाई की तो वो सभी को होश सभालते ही मालुम होती है पर उस सच्चाई का सामना करना सभी के लिए मुश्किल है ...
क्यूँ की सच कडुवा जो होता है ... सही कहा ना ???

Originally Posted by aksharma

इसमें क्या शक है ?? सीखना तो मरते दम तक चलता है. उस पल आदमी को जीवन की सबसे बड़ी सच्चाई पता चलती है.

[abhisays]

Zail Singh decided to write the MBA exam. He could understand everything exceptfor the LOGIC part.
One day when he was reading, Rajiv came home.
Rajiv: Zail Singhji How is your MBA preparation?
Zail : Every thing is fine, but I could not understand Logic.
Rajiv: Logic is very easy.
Zail : Can you give me an example, so that I can understand.
Rajiv: OK. Do you have fish pot in your house ?
Zail : YES.
Rajiv: Logically ,there will be water in it.
Zail : YES.
Rajiv: Logically, there will be fish in it.
Zail : YES.
Rajiv: Logically. someone will be feeding the fish.
Zail : YES.
Rajiv: I take a guess that your wife will be feeding the fish.
Zail : YES.
Rajiv: so, Logically, your are married.
Zail : YES.
Rajiv: So, that means U are a heterosexual.
Zail Singh was very glad and he understood logic.
Next day he sees Buta Singh who was also preparing for MBA.
Zail : How is your MBA preparation?
Buta : Everything is fine except for the logic.
Zail : Oh, logic is easy.
Buta : Please, give me an example.
Zail : Do you have a fish pot in your house?
Buta : NO, I don't.
Zail : Saala HOMO!!!

[jitendragarg]

:rofl:

[bhoomi ji]

a Chinese couple Mr. Hoyo & Mrs. Hoyo had white twin babies..
they named
Jo-Hoyo
So- Hoyo


next year they had one black baby..
they named.
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Yo-Ki-Hoyo !!!!!!!!!!!!

[bhoomi ji]

piece of PHILOSOPHY from a passionate bunker.....

"a always THINK of attending classes regularly

but............

for THINKING i need to bunk

[bhoomi ji]

girl- dear, what is the difference between personal and secret?

boy- dear, you are my lover that's personal

and your friend is also my lover................

that's secret

[bhoomi ji]

class room is just like a train


1st two benches are RESERVED

middle 3 benches are general compartments


last two benches are VIP sleeper coaches

[antonhoton]

CHANDIGARH OR JALANDHAR

Santa was flying to Chandigarh from Pune. He was allotted a middle seat but decided to take the window seat instead, which had been allotted to an old lady.
The lady requested Santa to exchange the seats and let her sit on the seat allotted to her. He refused, saying, 'I want to see the view from the window.' The old lady complained to the air hostess who requested Santa to sit on his allotted middle seat. Santa was adamant and bluntly refused.
The air hostess went up to the co-pilot. He too came and requested Santa, but in vain.
Finally, the captain of the aircraft came. He whispered something in Santa's ears. Santa immediately vacated the window seat and took the middle seat.
Astonished, the air hostess and the co-pilot asked the captain what he had said to Santa. The captain replied: 'Nothing, I just told him that only the middle seats will go to Chandigarh. All others were going to Jalandhar.

[abhisays]

BRIGHT IDEA

Just married, Sukhwant had bad news for her husband when he returned home from his day's work. 'I feel so sorry,' Sukhwant said with a sob, 'I was pressing your best suit and burnt a hole in the seat of the trousers.'
'Don't worry, darling,' said the husband amorously, 'I have another pair of trousers to match that suit.'
'Yes, I know,' Sukhwant replied. 'You're lucky that you have. Thanks to that, I was able to patch up the

[abhisays]

GREED UNLIMITED

Lala Garib Chand was a wealthy zamindar. He asked his maneem (accountant) to add up all he owned and how long it could last. The muneem added up all his assets and assured him that it would certainly hold out till the traditional saat pusht — seven generations. Far from being relieved Lala Garib Chand looked more disconsolate than before and with a great sigh of sorrow exclaimed, Hai! Hamaaree aathveen pusht ka kya hogaV (Oh! What will happen to our eighth generation?)