“What is your name?” was the first thing she asked the new guy.
“John,” the new guy replied.
She scowled, “Look… I don’t know what kind of a namby-pamby place you worked before, but I don’t call anyone by their first name. It breeds familiarity and that leads to a breakdown in authority.
I refer to my employees by their last name only … Smith, Jones, Baker …that’s all.
I am to be referred to only as Mrs. Robertson. Now that we got that straight, what is your last name?”
The new guy sighed, “Darling………… My name is John Darling.”
“Okay John, the next thing I want to tell you is . . ..” J

Not ALL rules can be followed!!!

“What’s the matter?” the bartender asks.

“My wife and I got into a fight,” explained the guy “and now she isn’t talking to me for a whole 31 days.”

The bartender thought about this for a while. “But, isn’t it a good thing that she isn’t talking to you?” asked the bartender.

“Yeah, except today is the last night.”

Saara shahr shanaasaai ka
daa’we-daar to hai lekin
Kaun hamaara apna hai
Waqt mila to sochen ge

Ham ne us ko likkha tha
Kuch milne ki tadbeer karo
Us ne likh kar bheja hai
Waqt mila to sochen ge

Mausam khushbu baad-i saba
Chaand shafaq aur taaron men
Kaun tumhaare jaisa hai
Waqt mila to sochen ge

Ya to apne dil ki maano
Ya phir dunya waalon ki
Mashwarah uska acha hai
Waqt mila to sochen ge

Kyoon tu acha lagta hai
Waqt mila to sochen ge

Hath pakar lay mera tham loon tujhay main
Yeh khuwab yeh khohaishain yeh pyr teray liay

Tu jo kahay vaar doon main appna hur sapna
Kia mustaqbil kia mazzi kia hal bana mera teray liye

Wafa kay rang mohabat ki fiza meray liay kuch nahe
Tu nhe pas tu bam o daar choar doon main teray liye

Aameeeeen.