I will now stop writing about the wedding seasons and get-togethers. I've been trying very hard to be funny and witty and engaging all the time and now it's all gone. I'm burnt out. Even I don't find what I have to say remotely interesting anymore. This is why I have retired from facebook.
So I decided enough of these contrived jokes and enough attention seeking, allow me to be that grey spinster lady who only talks about her cat.
Ok ignore all the crap … Am back again with another post.
One unusual day, heavy down pour and loads of gossip with masala pakodas on the side. While we are cherishing our good old school days, B and P went really wild and uncontrollable although they were not sloshed. This went to an extent that my neighbors came up to my door to enquire if everything is alright. Well, the whole sole drama was P, who hardly knew Shakespeare’s spelling while in school and today an official reporter of THE HINDU. Mind you, she is a special correspondent i.e the EDITOR role. Here is her ultimate hold on English.
1. What is your thinking language?
Well, she meant in which language your mind responds first.
2. Rain is falling
3. Fun happened in her birthday party, no!
4. We removed pictures
5. Fun came, no?
6. His cycle went to chori
7. Don’t speak in front of my back!
8. At this point in time
Congratulations P for making there … God save THE HINDU! No wonder he has sent me there as a savior: P
Ciao….
Pagalpanti bhi zaroori hai yaar....
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