Part insanity and part boredom with a dash of (definite) entertainment, my dahlings I present to you my list of Clichéd quotes, beliefs and thoughts.

1. The color white & desi-bhootnis

So yesterday I was driving back with a couple of friends thru the dingy roads of Arey Milk Colony, when one friend started with how she & her friend (thought) saw a lady ghost one night while bike-riding via the very same route. And that’s when it struck me, even kinda annoyed – why the bloody hell all desi-bhootnis are observed wearing white color sari with gravity-defying hairdos? I mean really, don’t they want to stand out, at least in the afterworld. Or are they waiting for a Yash Raj film Holi/Rain dance moment.

Anyhoo, I have made up my mind, when I come back as a ghost (yes buddy, you can count on that) I will ONLY follow ex-Hero Number No. 1 aka. Govinda’s dressing code. Period.

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For many of yous (and I am certain on this) Sundays are mostly about sleeping in till late. It’s mostly seen as the “recuperating” day of the week – un-winding from office stress, Biwi’s buk-buk, boyfriend’s chuk-chuk or an extremely active Saturday night. But unfortunately, the same lutful pleasure isn’t a part of my weekly planner and this has been case for the last 3 years or so.

And the ones responsible for this outmost cruelty are – Hitler No. 2 and my dogs. Here the name Hitler has been lovingly attributed to my dearest mummy and No. 2 because the leading position rightly has been handed on to my brother. To make matters even worse, I have two more of the same kind in my life (Now stop grinning you impolite fools, sensitivity is what is needed here).

As for the dogs, well they are the reason behind Hitler No. 2’s “Sunday Sunrise Torture Camp” for yours truly. According to mommy darling, Sunday is the only day of the week where I am at home in morning (yes, this doomed soul works on Saturdays as well) and since I waste my Saturday evenings over indulging in Bollywood movies, theater, friends, parties…you get the point– this time is allocated for the doggies.

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Love knows no boundaries.