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ask the ill-mannered dumbass to move her rear
The irony of the whole scenario being that all this while the girl stood in the aisle, obstructing people from moving back and forth, desecrating someone’s space with her rear, but was not in the slightest worried about what the “society” in the plane would think about this behavior.
“YOU CAN STAND PROPERLY, RIGHT!” It was brutal and karma had bit the poor girl right on her ass, so to speak.
we are all prisoners of our own perceptions of society’s perceptions about us.
one of her friends had eloped and tied the knot in an ISKCON temple down South. The irony being that this plan was to go south as well;
This was perhaps one of the most illogical points I had heard in my life. Had it come from a subordinate he would have been pushed out of my office, right after a kick on his ass.
whoever said ignorance is bliss should be persecuted and frozen in that iceberg of horse piss.
the unchewed almond found its way to my throat as I gulped in fear. I coughed horrendously for an hour or so, but the physical pain was much less horrifying than the mental agony I would have to go through to convince my mother, again.
My wife laughed as hysterically as you are right now, amused at me acting like a quirky queen all of a sudden.
the salesman was cursed for eternity by yours truly: No matter which platinum band he wears, his virility will never be restored, god willing.
a blast of a foul smell slapped me across my face, literally burning my nasal hair, eliciting an involuntary response of ‘behenchod’ from my otherwise not-so-foul mouth.
and it was perhaps the first time, I said “I love you,” without the fear of getting beaten by my wife for not saying it enough.
the masterji appeared from nowhere to take measurements and started bragging about his expertise, which is like inviting the devil for a feast.
I wondered if I could squeeze some time out to take a dump in one of the malls, as the day started too early and I could not unload properly.
finally, the establishment which has been cursed by me for eternity: Raymonds.
there was impending shit in my tummy, which had perhaps soaked into my brain, as I came up with a shitty idea.
my wife listened to me praising her, with her head held high and nose beaming with pride.
looked at me with those puppy dog eyes and with no malice in her heart, said that word, which she stopped saying the moment we got married: SORRY!
I noticed the trend of my wife’s cravings and subsequent bickerings. They stayed within control during weekdays, when she was busy and occupied with work, but peaked during the weekends, when she would observe the happening life of other couples on Facebook. While she would diss the fake façade of other couples nine out of 10 times, one out of ten would still make a dent, making her feel inadequate about our relationship and our indulgence during weekends.
It was, as if, the mosquito was sent by God himself, on a mission, to make my wife lehenga-ready.
it felt really good being pampered and feared for a change, after the innumerous weeks of slavery that had passed by prior to this.
At times, I do worry about what havoc the offspring of a Sindhi and Baniya will unleash on mankind. Only time will tell.
The ladies standing behind me, including my mother, were appalled by my statement, while the punditji was ecstatic that he had finally found someone funny in my serious family.
I got into my swanky tuxedo, kept it unbuttoned for reasons known to you,
‘A man learns who is there for him when the glitter fades and the walls won’t hold’,
While I had to agree to seven vows, most of which I don’t even remember now, my wife was asked to take just one vow and I was aghast. Punditji was a feminist!
