Ok here we go...after a long tym i have sat down to write some crap...and wat better than to write about the most common thing in our life..yes Love....
Love is any of a number of emotions and experiences related to a sense of strong affection and attachment. The word love can refer to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from generic pleasure ("I loved that meal") to intense interpersonal attraction ("I love my boyfriend"). This diversity of uses and meanings, combined with the complexity of the feelings involved, makes love unusually difficult to consistently define, even compared to other emotional states.
Ok this is wat wikipedia says and not me...lets not go deep into which glands make us fall in love or wat are the physics and mechanics of love...its too complex to write and i really dont wish to make a fool of myself...so here i go...love as seen by me...love according to me is the next phase after you start "Liking" someone..
Now enuf of the definition of love....lets get onto something that i am good at..oh yeah sarcasm!!!....So when i say vishal is a crack pot or rao is a ch@##$a...i am forgetting that the supreme power is watching me...yeah baby i am his favourite punch bag...when he sees from up there what a mess we have made of this earth he empties his frustration on me....when he sent me on this earth i think he deliberately did not put the line of love on my hand....no wonder whichever gal i like is either mad or goes mad...
A few months back some jackass saw my hand and very dramatically said i see a separation .... u and ur partner will be separated for two years....oh yeah Right!! first let me have one Baba Aghorinath and then we can play separation-separation...
But then i am happy to be free...when i look around and see people clinging on to their cell phones talking utter rubbish..oh yeah i heard a gal saying khana khaya? kya khaya?...i was like no i am a martian i dont eat food...i m surviving on sunlight..all this mushy talk seems nonsense to me and wen i used that word a gal almost killed me.....then u can ocasssionally see the poor guy holding bags and watching girly flicks in theatres....and as if that wasnt enough he has to answer the most controversial q every now and then..am i looking fat?? no honey 120 kg isnt fat...undertaker is 250 kg you arent even half of that....
Then the gals have the deadliest weapon of all tym..tears!!!...u came late ??? Booo Hooo...yes woman i came late a bus ran over me...the plaster isnt a showpiece...thing is you just dont have a chance to explain anything...Its the president's rule...anything you say could and will be used against you and u cant even make that one phonecall offered by the gud ol police...
Take the gal to a restaurant and she will order some low fat crap...and while u happily order chhole bhatura its the gal whu wud end up eating the most of it...and if u r lucky u may get tht small piece of low fat crap which can b anything from a plain sandwich to salad..yuck...the more fat frndly gals will eat ragda pattice and samosas from roads...dono hw u wud end up contracting jaundice but the gal wud b as fit as the great khali...
Dono what i am trying to say...see i am not writing panchatantra stories that it will hav a moral at the end...so this is it..have a gf/bf or not you wud cry any which way...so be happy ;)
