One day, clever Nasruddin went to have lunch with a friend who loved music.  The friend was delighted to have an audience and soon brought out one instrument after another. Although he did not have great skill, he still insisted upon playing something on each one. Nasruddin, who was growing most hungry, tried to listen with care. At last the friend had played all of his instruments, from the drums to the lute.

“Now, my friend,” said the musician. “You have heard many instruments. Which makes the best sound?”

“If you ask me to speak truthfully,” replied Nasruddin, “I think that the most beautiful sound in the world right now would be the sound of a spoon scraping my soup  bowl.”

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╬═╬ ………”Friendships come and Friendships go………..╬═╬
╬═╬ …………….Like wave upon the sand-…………………..╬═╬
╬═╬ ……….Like day and night Like birds in flight………..╬═╬
╬═╬.. …………Like snowflakes wen they land……………..╬═╬
╬═╬…………But you and I are somthing else………………╬═╬
╬═╬……………Our friendship’s here to stay………………..╬═╬
╬═╬……..Like weeds and rocks and dirty socks. …………╬═╬
╬═╬………………..It never goes away………….. ……………╬═╬
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Yeh zabt chhoot gaya to

tumhari yaad aayi

main thak k toot gaya to

tumhari yaad aayi

tumhare baar na tha koi mera

dil k siwa

yeh dil b rooth gaya to

tumhari yaad aayi….

Interviewer asked sardarji:

Which are the 2 latest versions of java?

Sardarji: Marjava & Mitjava

in barisho se adab-e-mohobbat seekho faraz,

agar ye ruth b jayen to barasti bohot hian

Use Udas Karke Khud Ko Bhi Rona Tha

Ye Haadsa Bhi Abhi Hona Tha

Wo Muje Todkar Phir Jodti Rahi Aksar

Me Uske Vaste Jaise Koi Khilona Tha.

True bravery is to arrive home …

fully drunk..

a late night out..

and mom waiting with a jharu

in hand and you ask

“hey mom, abhi tak jaag rahi ho.”