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जनसंख्या के आँकड़े बता गए कि भारत में हर 1000 लड़कों पर 1020 लड़कियाँ हैं। अब इससे ज़्यादा अच्छे दिन और क्या हो सकते हैं।😃🤣

Gags n giggles!

If black ants and red ones are put in the same jar, they don’t harm one another until the jar is shaken. After this, they go around killing one another.

The black ants think that red is the enemy and the red ones think that the black ants are antagonists.

Even in real life situations, we blame one another but the real culprit is the one that shook the jar that is the “netas.”


langar wangar!!🤣🤣🤣

संता: हमारे यहाँ सब बराबर हैं

बंता: वो कैसे

संता: क्योंकि हम फ़र्क़ नहीं करते. हमारे यहाँ हम, हमारे नौकर चाकर और पालतू कुत्ते, बिल्ली एक ही थाली में खाते हैं

hickory dickory dock

the virus ran up the (respiratory) tract

virus what??

I don’t give a fuck

hickory dickory dock

another version-

hickory dickory dock

the virus ran up the tract

align your masks

till virus gets knocked out

hickory dickory dock

Humpty Dumpty-Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall

Humpty dumpty had a great fall

All the nurses and all the sawbones

Could not put Humpty together again

Incy wincy spider-Incy Wincy virus crawled up through my nostrils

In the middle of the night I gave out a loud sneeze

Its needless describing what followed next

My lousy situation all can guess!

Rain rain go away-Virus virus go away

Come again another day

Little Johnny wants to play

O virus go to Syracuse

Don’t be such a lout!

किसकी दाल कितनी गली??

बिरयानी मेरा सबसे पसंदीदा व्यंजन रहा है और चिकन बिरयानी की तो बात ही मत पूछिए। अपनी पसंदीदा बिरयानी के साथ रायता मिल जाए तो ज़ायक़े का लुत्फ़ जाए! मैंने ज़्यादा पकवान तो नहीं बनाए पर मेरे हाथ की बिरयानी अच्छेअच्छे होटलों को टक्कर दे जाती है। पर कोविड के जमाने में बिरयानी की पूछ घट गई है और दाल की पूछ बढ़ गई है। ऐसा इसलिए है कि कोविड होने पर शरीर में प्रोटीन की कमी हो जाती है जिसको पूरा करने केलिए दाल का सेवन अनिवार्य है। इस समय मसालेदार भोजन का सेवन जैसे बिरयानी उचित नहीं मानी जाती। ऐसे में कुछ प्रश्नों मुझे झकझोर कर रख दिया है। पहला– ‘घर की मुर्गी दाल बराबरकहावत बेमानी साबित हो रही है और इसे यह कहकर कोई और नाम दिया जाए जैसेघर की मुर्गी बिरयानी बराबर’ तो कैसा रहे? दूसराअमा बिरयानी के तो हम उस्ताद ठहरे पर ये नहीं जान पाए कि अपनी दाल गलाई कैसे जाए?

वैसे आपकी दाल गली कि नहीं??

Stay safe n all the best!

The Pesky Neighbor

One spring morning, Nina Padmanabhan was joined by Senthil and Renuka Pillai in her neighbourhood. When Nina first met Mrs Pillai, the latter began her first sentence with the words ‘We are a peace-loving family… ‘ However as days went by, her true colours were revealed. Chaos was Mrs Pillai’s middle name. She had a problem for every solution.

‘The leaves of your gulmohar trees are always falling and defiling the beauty of my garden; chop the portion which crosses the fence or I shall chop off the entire tree,’ Mrs pillai complained to Nina’s domestic help.

The neighbours shared a common fence.

The very next day, Nina’s children complained of smelly rotten eggs! When Nina looked out of the window, she could witness garbage dumped in her garden from across the fence! Nina’s domestic help returned the favour by dumping waste in Mrs Pillai’s garden the next day only to find Nina’s gulmohar tree partly chopped off !

For some days peace prevailed but did not last very long.The Pillas purchased their first car and whenever Mrs Pillai had to run errands for the house or go out she would go honking the horn and disturbing everyone in the neighbourhood! So deafening was the shrill noise of the horn that Nina’s house was rid of rodents after

Mrs Pillai came in her neighbourhood. Thanks to her.

Mrs Pillai had been so fault-finding that all her domestic help refused to work with her. In a matter of four months she had changed 7 domestic help and the last one had also given up on her.

Nina’s son learnt guitar from his tutor in the afternoon However Mrs Pillai tried to put a stop to it by labelling it as ‘noise in a peace-loving neighbourhood’ and adding that it disturbed her afternoon sleep.

One summer afternoon, Mrs Pillai was watering plants in her garden when a vegetable vendor happened to pass by. She instantly picked up a fight with the vendor over the prices of vegetables. In Mrs Pillai’s habitual style, the fight went on for hours and Mrs Pillai who had forgotten to turn off the tap attached to the hoze for watering the garden had a swimming pool ready to relieve the Pillai’s of the sweltering heat brought forth by the scorching summers!!