Having one child makes you a parent; having two makes you a referee.

They said we should all pay our tax with a smile. I tried- but they wanted cash.

A child’s greatest period of growth is the month after you’ve purchased new school uniforms.

Don’t feel bad. A lot of people have no talent.

Don’t marry the person you want to live with, marry the one you cannot live without… But whatever you do, you’ll regret it later.

You can’t buy love. . But you pay heavily for it.

True friends stab you in the front.

Forgiveness is giving up my right to hate you for hurting me.

Bad officials are elected by good citizens who do not vote.

Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you get tired.

My wife and I always compromise. I admit I’m wrong and she agrees with me.

Those who can’t laugh at themselves leave the job to others.

Ladies first. Pretty ladies sooner.

They call our language the mother tongue because the father seldom gets to speak.

Saving is the best thing. Especially when your parents have done it for you.

Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools talk because they have to say something.

Real friends are the ones who survive transitions between address books

How do you do?
* Kaise karte ho?

Keep in touch!
* Chhoote Raho.

Lets hang out!
* Chalo bahar latakte hain !

Have a nice day!
* Achcha din lo!

What’s up?
* Uppar kya hai?

You’re kidding!
* Tum bachcha bana rahe ho!

Don’t kid me!
* Mera bachcha mat banaao!

Yo, baby! What’s up?
* Beti Yo, uppar kya hai?

She’s so fine!
* Woh itnee baareek hai!

Listen buddy, that chick’s mine, okay!?
* Suno dost, woh chooza mera hai, theek?

Cool man!
* Thandaa aadmi!

Check this out, man!
* Iskee chaanbeen karo, aadmi!

Hey good looking; what’s cooking?
* Arrey sundarta ki devi; kya pakaa rahee ho?

Are you nuts?
* Kya aap akhrot hain?

Son of a gun.
* Bachcha bandook ka.

Rock the party.
* Party mein patthar pheko.

Don’t mess with me, dude.
* Mere saath gandagi mat karo, e vyakti.

A man and woman had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything.
They had talked about everything.
They had kept no secrets from each other except
that the little old woman had a shoe box in the top of her closet that she had
cautioned her husband never to open or
ask her about.

For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day
the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not
recover. In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took
down the shoe box and took it to his wife’s bedside.

She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box.
When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls and a stack of money
totaling $95,000.

He asked her about the contents. “When we were to be married,”
she said, “my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to
never argue.
She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet
and crochet a doll.”

The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. Only two
precious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him two
times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with
happiness.

“Honey,” he said, “that explains the doll, but what about all of this
money? Where did it come from?”
Oh,” she said, “that’s the money I made from selling the dolls.”