For the last time, it's not 'fren'. As in:

"m blessed to have a fren like Peesaravanmuthudoubledeckerbus!"
"bas tu hi to meri sacchi fren hai!"

It gets worse! They have somehow formulated modifiers around the contorted excuse for a word. Like:

"just hanging out with frens."
"I'm a simpal gal who cherishes frenship."

It's FRIEND, for crying out loud! If you think I'm overreacting, let me leave you with a gruesome thought. What if this popular TV series was produced in India???



Now you're finally scared, aren't you?

"And nothing lasts forever, even cold November rain..."
- that guy who thought he was the entire world, Axl Rose.

Sometimes the universe decides to give you a break. It actually conspires for you for a change. Makes things work out. You win a lottery even though it isn't much. Those at loggerheads stop locking horns with you and get comfortable over a couch, virtual as it may be. Your SMS finally gets through after just one pending status! And your heart swells with pride when someone you hold close achieves.

It just had to start with that burger joint playing 'Golden Slumbers'. Perfect!

Remember when I told you that you deserved better? Well, I knew what I was talking about, but now I've just gone and outdone myself.

I can't simply be like this. This is just plain unacceptable. But till I cnange, I'm sorry.

(No comments expected or encouraged...)

Just WHY is my door number 8-2-310/3/A/3? I mean which kind of retarded 8086 endowed official decided on this contorted overdose of numerology? Why does God intend me to consult my cell phone whenever I needed to recall my permanent address, attracting suspicious stares from whoever requests it. Why do I have to repeat my address a minimum of five times to every guest kind enough to visit at least once? And why is the landlord's daughter so young?

If someone explains what 8-2-310/3/A/3 is to me, you entitle yourself to a nice fat treat from me. That, or you get an immediate admission into CBI!