Ramblings of a delusional dumbass

"Love is a strong term, and in this case, nearly mythical. You see, the reason our parents expect us to get married is because we have a similar soci-economic background. Which, according to their twisted logic, has resulted in similar upbringing and life experiences. Which is surprising, considering their age and everything they have been through." "So you don't believe in love?" "I do. I am just no too hopeful that love will blossom in our case." "But that is what our parents expect from our relationship. Isn't it?" "I am pretty sure that is not what they want. I guess they want a baby or something." "So... what do you expect from our relationship? In the long term." "Just that we will tolerate each other without wanting to gouge out each other's eyes at the end of the day, everyday. Ten years from now, of course" "Well, that's optimistic" "It's realistic, actuall...

"Take your documents" Sid said, lighting his Gold Flake. At first we thought he was joking. He was always a joker, we had a nervous laugh and returned to our serious discussion. "I'm serious, you fuckers. Take your documents- study certificates, marks cards, passports, bank passbooks, fucking birth certificate if you can get your hands on it. Take it all" He said again. The joke was getting real old, considering what we were talking about. "Enough with the jokes man, Sid" Prakash intervened. "This is not one of your..." "Shut up Sid" I pitched in. "Come on man. This is not the time." "Look man," Sid leaned in and looked at Prakash square in the eyes. "You are running away with your girlfriend. You have no fucking idea if you parents will accept you both..." "Well they will accept me. They have to! I am their only s..." "Yeah. Yeah... let me finish you faggy. IF they don...

Ha ha ha ha ha! Gotcha! Confession time- the obvious click-baity title was to increase page views. This post has nothing to do with dating married women. Well it does, but it's not what you think. You can leave now if you want to. I have no use for you anymore, peasant. Marriage, like becoming a Chartered Accountant is hard. I don't know anything about either of them, but that is what people say, so i'm gonna assume it is so. An ideal marriage is one where both parties involved are absolutely compatible. They remember all the important dates, they give each other just enough space, he puts the toilet seat down and she makes the sandwich. I just described the ideal marriage in a sentence. I can only imagine how fucking boring being in one would be. Aiming for ideality is good. Actually achieving it is both impossible and improbable. What most people don't realize is that you need to wear different hats, ties, suits and skirts in a marriage. Your wedding is essen...

Last week alone I saw two articles about the coveted Royal Enfield Bullet (for the uninitiated, it's the bike that goes dug-dug-dug-dug). So, being the nosey parker that I am, and being a proud owner of a bike in the segment myself, I searched the interwebs for a similar article about the simple commuter bike. Sadly I didn't find a single one of that sort. I never wanted to write this blogpost in the first place, but it seems like the universe has conspired to result in this. Cunning universe. So here are 10-ish reasons to love a commuter bike- 1.   They are cheap AF:  You can saddle up on a 100 cc for under 70k INR. With papers. Accessories included. Not only does it cost less, but it's really wallet friendly when it comes to maintenance as well. These bikes are manufactured with the average middle class commuter in mind. By that I mean, for the ones who have a strong mindset of "don't fix it if it's not broken". The bike will work fine even if you...

NOTE: Wall of text. Text in realtime. I might still use this idea, so back off. This is me thinking of a romance story- Ok. Here goes. There's a guy. It's from the guy's perspective. Why? I don't know. Good. It's evening, sappy descriptions of how wonderful and romantic the ambience is, chicks dig that shit. It's drizzling, just to make it seem more romantic. He's left his umbrella at home and i s walking in the rain. They're picturing Gerard Butler not Seth Rogen so it's aww... A litter of puppies huddled up in the rain, he builds a makeshift shelter with a piece of cardboard that's lying around. More awws. Good good. But why puppies? Why not? nothing is a metaphor here it's there just because. Ok, next. The guy is walking in the rain thinking of his girlfriend- who's left him. Why? We don't know. Probably because of something he did. Definately because he fucked up. Maybe he didn't give her enough of the D   You can't p...