Santa went to mysore palace.Tourist guide : Santaji plz dont sit there, its TIPU SULTAN's chair.Santa : oye dont worry yaar i will get up when he comes.!!
Master: Mein tenu kutte te essay likhan nu keha si, Likh ke kyu nahi liyanda ? Santa: Ki karda master g, jidan he mein kutte te Pen rakhia oh paj geya!!!
"Darling," said Banta to his new bride, Preeto, "Now that we are married, do you think you will be able to live on my small income?" "Of course, dearest, no trouble," she replied. "But what will you live on?"