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The 2 Miyans are working as teachers at Delhi Womens' College, both taking classes together. But the short & rotund Chota Miyan, who looks like a Bengali or Marathi, has become jealous of the tall & slender Burra Miyan, who looks like a Punjabi or Kashmiri & has become popular with the girls. So Chotoo lays out a plan to make them forget "Burroo" forever.
Finally, his day arrives. Both partners come to the class-room, which has about 100, mostly Punjabi & Oudhi, women.
"My Banus (girls), today we study male anatomy," Chotoo commences, opening his bag. He then takes out & holds up a specimen jar labelled "ARYAN MALE GENITALIA" which contains a small thumb-sized pink penis perched over 2 almond-sized testes. "This is what Punjabi Boys have," he states. "Maybe they remind you of your Yaar (lover), your Bhai (brother) or of Burroo !" Some girls giggle.
Next he takes out another jar labelled "DRAVIDIAN MALE more...

A Britisher came to India to travel across the country and after travelling though out India, one day he asked a Desi person...
British: Why you Indian are different colours, we British are all same colour White
Desi: Sir, have you seen horses, they are different in colours but all Donkeys are same in colours.

On their visit to India, a desi, desan, and desi' s mother were in a boat in the Ganges at Varanasi. All of a sudden winds picked up and the boat started shaking. The mother, trying to test the son's loyalty, asked her son,' If the boat starts sinking, who will you save first, me or the bahu.' Well, desi was in trouble and unable to decide what to say. The desan said,' No problem, honey, you save your mother first.' The mother was very happy with her bahu and said,' Bahu, so nice of you.' The bahu looked around and saw a bunch of young men looking at her long legs in shorts and her sleeveless arms and said,' Mataji, he should save you, there are plenty of guys here waiting to save me.'

A grey-bearded Sardarji boarded the Air India flight to London carrying a basket in his arms which he held close to his chest. He pressed the call-button to summon the stewardess. "Bibi," he addressed the girl kindly, "are you sure our pilot knows how to fly the plane properly? Do find out if he has a driving licence and has taken enough petrol for the journey." The girl assured him that the Captain was an experienced pilot and had taken enough fuel to get the plane to London.
A few minutes later he pressed the call bell again and asked the girl: "Find out if the engine was properly overhauled before we left and there is enough air in the tyres. Did he check them for punctures?" the girl reassured him again and asked: "Babaji why are you worried about your life? We will get you safely to
London."
"I'm not worried about myself," the old man replied, "I am worried about what I am carrying in this basket. You see I more...

On a dark crowded highway
brylcreem in my hair
warm smell of parathas
rising up through the air
up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
my eyes grew dim and my head grew light
I had to stop for the night
there they stood in the doorway
they were desis you could tell
I got out fearfully
saying this will surely be hell
all around us were buildings
Sun, SGI and Dell
I slowly unloaded my things
In the shadows of Intel
and still those parking lots were full of Hondas
waiting up in the middle of the night
to be driven home by programers
welcome to the town of Sunnyvale
such a desi place, such a crazy place
we're livin' it up in the town of Sunnyvale
such a nice surprise, so many people with no lives
my heartstrings were twisted
I wanted to feel at home
where thousands of desis existed
and no white man dared roam
sambar stains on the more...