You made me hate you...

Nobody said, ‘its ok man, stand up for your love…’

To think … I had gone to them to seek their support to marry you…

They were all talking about the girl I love. They were not even listening to me. They were all advising me against it. As if marrying her, isn’t worth the effort. As if her character is a big question mark. As if I am falling into a deep shit hole… from which coming out was just of no use, once in ... They wanted to save me from all the trouble.

'Moreover, she isn't half as hurt as you are', they said, supporting their views. 'In fact, she has already moved on... to her it wasn't more than a joke... so why even bother?'.

And for the first time, I hated you.

"She isn't half as hurt as you are"
"She isn't half as hurt as you are"
"She isn't half as hurt as you are"!!!

Yes, the truth is, 'I hate you'.

Blessed ones...

Blessed are those of us whose lives are touched by people who care. Only by people who care.

What she says. What I say.

When she says, ‘I’m feeling all low’, I say, ‘cheer up dear’.
But when I say so too, it’s always, ‘why the hell are you irritating me?’

When she says, ‘I’m possessive’, it should mean she loves me a lot!
Ok, but why should it only mean ‘I’m insecure’, when I say that.

If it’s about me ‘even’ looking at a girl, she threatens to break my neck.
But if it’s her talking about a guy like I’d love her talk about me, she’ll shout at me and say, ‘I’m like this. Leave me, if you can’t stand it’.

If she calls and I don’t pick up, she’ll blame me for ignoring her.
And if I call and get a ‘no answer’, I must accept that she was too busy to have a little time for me.

Crazy as it may sound, but couldn’t this have happened before, and not now, and not like this, when I’m all lost and stuck?

Life's a bitch.

My girlfriend is the daughter of a chauvinist who thinks girls are only decorative.

Her mother thinks she is a doll and keeps her on the mantelshelf displaying her before every idiot that says I want my son to marry your daughter.

My dad scans every crappy matrimonial ads – newspaper & others - thinking he knows what’s best for me, even when I am 28 – chronologically, biological, mentally and otherwise.

My mom thinks I am the ‘only’ handsomest guy in the whole world and all girls out there are trying to trap me.

My brother simply tells me go for the girl you love - if you love her seriously enough - no matter what the rest of the world thinks or says.

Her brother is a kid who can’t think beyond his sister’s happiness.

I am a fool who thinks she is my only choice when I am with her and my dad is my only family when I am with him and the irony is - she has just the same opinion.

And ours is a now-its-out-of-steam-and-now-it-picks-up relation.

Is there some hope for sale??

This is what she is. Exactly speaking.

Put on some weight for God’s sake. Or else, how would I show you around and say, ‘See, meet my husband’ - ‘Show me around? What am I? A pet dog?’

‘Better marry me before it’s late. Or else, I would go ahead and have my twins with someone else.’ – ‘Twins?!! My God!! My dear you’ll die having them’.

‘Build up some muscles. I want you to carry me around.’ – ‘Oh shit! Now that’s a crisis situation!’

‘Why do you always write about sex? Are there no other ‘things’ you can ‘think’ about?’ – ‘What else in life is good enough to write about?’

‘Will you still love my when I am old and fat and ugly?’ – 'Well, yes. If I am so too.’

‘Why do you love me?’ – ‘Well… I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it.’

FUCK!!!

Read this one somewhere:


"In the ancient England people could not have sex without the consent from the king. When people wanted to have a child they had to solicit permission to the monarchy. In turn they would be supplied with a plaque to hang on their door when they had sexual relations. It read, ‘Fornication Under Consent of the King’, - FUCK.

This is the origin of the word."