Writing this post sheer out of frustration…please don’t mind.
Sometimes I wish,
I was Kareena,
And my life was a movie named ‘Jab we met’,
And I could just call him some day and say,
‘ Saale kutte kamine samajhta kya hai tu khud ko,
Narak jaega saale tu, wahan bhi chain nhi milega tujhe kamine.
Jal jal ke marega,
Bhaad mai ja
And I could just tell him,
What a miserable loser he is,
To just let me go.
And if I had a printed photo of him,
I would have flushed it,
The same way as in the movie.
I am not Kareena,
And this is not a movie,
But my sucking life!
Gosh, I don’t know what the hell have I written here, but yes it does feel better now.
Thank you for bearing with me and the stupid hindi gaalis I’ve used here.