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Indian Titanic
If the Titanic was made in India:
10) There would be 10 times as many people on the ship.
9) There has to be a song with a girl wearing a white dress, singing in the rain.
8) By the end of the movie he finds his mom, dad, sister and brother.
7) It's seven and half-hours long.
6) The movie would be called "Doobta Hua Pyar".
5) Kate Winslet played by Madhuri Dixit, and Leonard Di' Caprio played by Salman Khan.
4) The boat would sink, because there are too many people on it.
3) None of the people would float for long cause of the saris.
2) They would be serving mango fruity on the boat.
1) Wait a minute it was an Indian movie if you think abou it.
AND
Can you imagine how many times we would hear "Bachaoooo"!!!
PS: The hero, heroine, his mom, dad, sister and brother will float in the cold water for days and yet survive. The villain will drown in the first drops of water.
Air India
Surinder's uncle was booked into an SIA flight to Bombay. But as this was his first time in an airplane, he made a few preparations that were out of place. When the stewardess came around to take orders for the in-flight meal, the uncle declared loudly, "I have brought my own lunch. Make sure you don't charge me for food and drinks!"
So, as everybody was given their in-flight meal, the uncle began spreading out his own home-cooked meal. The man sitting next to him was an American history researcher, who was curious about the food. "Excuse me, what is that drink?" he asked.
The uncle picked up the yogurt-based lassi drink and said, "Milk of India!"
The the uncle took out several pieces of chapattis and started feasting. "And what is that dish?" asked the curious American.
"Wheat of India!" replied the uncle proudly.
Finally, the uncle took out some desserts. He offered some to the American.
"What is it?" asked the American.
"Sweet of India!" replied the old man.
After the meal, everyone was settling down when there was a loud "Pooooooooot!" from the uncle.
"What was that?" asked the American in disgust.
The old man replied coolly, "That's Air India!"
He lied to me...
He lied to me...
An Indian man was violently whipping one of his young sons. A man passing by said. "Say now!" "Why are you whipping that boy."
"He lied to me." "He pushed over the out house and then told me he didn't do it."
That is no reason to whip him. George Washington cut down a cherry tree and his father did not whip him to get to the truth.
"Yeah but, George Washington's father was not in that Cherry tree when his son cut it down."
Fried Bread
Fry Bread
The old tribal chairman was on his death bed. He had only hours to live when he suddenly smelled the scent of fry-bread wafting into his room. Aaahhhh. . . He loved fry-bread more than anything else in the world.
With his last bit of energy, he pulled himself out of bed. . . Down the stairs and into the kitchen he went. There was his beloved wife, Lillian, kneading the dough for a new batch. As he reached for one of the fresh steaming fry-breads, he got smacked across the back of his hand by the wooden spoon his wife was holding. "Leave them alone!" she said. "They're for the funeral!"
Weather Indian
Weather Indian
A film crew was on location deep in the desert. One day an Old Indian went up to the director and said, "Tomorrow rain."
The next day it rained.
A week later, the Indian went up to the director and said, "Tomorrow storm."
The next day there was a hailstorm.
"This Indian is incredible," said the director. He told his secretary to hire the Indian to predict the weather. However, after several successful predictions, the old Indian didn't show up for two weeks.
Finally the director sent for him. "I have to shoot a big scene tomorrow," said the director, "and I'm depending on you. What will the weather be like?"
The Indian shrugged his shoulders. "Don't know," he said. "Radio broken."
Never trust the old Indian woman
Never trust little old Indian women:
A little old Indian woman went into Republic National Bank with a sack full of money. She plopped it onto the desk of the Bank president as she had wrangled her way into his office. He was an Indian man.
"Where did you get money like this?" he asked her.
"Well, you see." She answered him. "I make bets."
"Bets?" He wanted to know.
"Yes." She replied. "For instance, I'll bet you 25,000. you are not brown all over. I bet that under your shorts you are white."
"The Indian president of the Bank told her, "Well, I will take that bet." "I am brown all over."
"Okay," the wily old lady agreed. "However, tomorrow when we close the bet, I want my attorney with me. He is Indian too.
"Okay! Okay." The president of the bank was agreeable.
When he went home though he double checked to see if he was brown all over. After all 25,000. was at stake.
The next day when the little old Indian lady came in with her attorney, the president was ready for her.
The little old Indian woman told him. "I am not going to take your word for it. I want to see if you are brown all over."
The president thought for a moment and decided since it was, after all, 25,000 he would, indeed, drop his pants to show the little old Indian woman he was brown all over, which he did. He looked over at the Indian attorney who was banging his head against the wall.
"Why is he doing that?" The president asked.
The little old Indian woman answered, "Because I bet him 165,000 that the President of the Republic National Bank would drop his pants for me.
Funny Indian Cartoons
What happens at bedtime.
Typical Rickshaw
Funny Indian Recipe
Long Time Tradition
Rescue- as if!
Smart Man
Too much Google.
Chappals can never be safe again.
Iddar se churaya udhar se churaya
Geela geela
Water waste
Never leave home without it.
I wonder why...
Shiny shoes mean shiny head
The sun blasts you off.
Too many tributes.
Why is her child always hungry? And why is her cat getting bigger by the hour?
Go Mumbai Indians!
Classic!
Late night action.
Typical!
Netas, netas, netas!
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