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.’