There is no difference between love and photographs ... they both develop in darkness

They turned out to be underwear (old) friends

You should drink little little right? ... half you half me, slowly slowly

Hey you tea powder of a soft headed mind

Hey you pack the airplane ... we have to sit in the luggage and go quickly

I thought you were an almond, but you turned out to be peanut ... now say Jai Bajrang Bali (pray to god) and break that rowdy persons head

I'm ready to take seven rounds with you (around the holy fire) ... because my heart is restless to clash with your heart

Even though poor people have a voice in their throat ... still they live mute in the world of rich people

My friend there is no difference between a car and a wife ... a car goes bad as you drive it and a wife goes bad just like that

I'm Mr. Tolmol, I speak confusingly ... and I reveal everyone's secrets

This world is round and there is a hole in it, money has value and everything else is a catch ... if your income is zero then your wife will hit you ... there is a big problem that the car of life is in a whirlpool ... because the income is 50 Paise and expenses are 1 Rupee

Neither I'm useless, nor are you useless ... we will get married and become daddy and mummy

There are flowers in a public garden, not thorns like you ... and there is bonus in a factory, not big big losses

Where is this smell of perfume coming from?

Return my meter to me ... or else I'll send you to Punjab with one tight slap

Each and every tear drop of yours is a big ocean for me

Hey you weak heartened pigeon ... you wicked person of a stable!

When does a husband drink, what does he drink, how does he drink ... knowing this information is the most important duty of an Indian woman

Oh God your game is strange ... you've straightened a dogs crooked tail

Be it karate or life ... its pain that makes a man