The Rant Of All Rants

Disclaimer: If you are reading this and thinking of writing bad comments just hold it! Please haan only compliments no bad comments. I forbid you! And this blog has no concern with any living or dead person whatsoever. So please don’t try to correlate. Huh! Idiots! Pata nahi kahan kahan se chale aate hain.

Did not want to rise above my Richa-Rahul fights, goof ups and school gimmicks but I felt a little too strongly about it. Also I do not believe in current affairs/newspapers for that matter. But still there is an invisible force (may be Luke Skywalker's light saber) which is coaxing me. After this rant/cursing/brooding/ blah blah.. I will return back to my original posts ( I swear). I have 2 little stories for you today and too many complains.

Once there was a girl. She got angry on a random day and decided to get drunk and write a blog because a day before she had seen Zuckerburg(er) doing the same thing in some movie. The Indian public read it became furious and decided to sue her.

But as it was India and in India as you know that freedom of speech knew no bounds, people could not do so. 

Girl got angry again and said bad comments from bad girls and boys were not welcome. This was not Harvard or USA. They could not sue her so they should shut it.

So they began to write hate comment of the nature which could be called ferocious and threatening too.One miraculous day she discovered the way to delete comments and deleted all the hate comments. Then she lived happily ever after.

There lived another girl.

Her boyfriend was an idiot of the finest kinds.

He abused her dumped her on Zuckerburg(er)’s site.

She died.

I was thinking of all this and remembered the words of an American guy who had come to travel to India. He said “there are two types of Americans. The ones who are uptight. If they come to India they lose it, get mad and decide that they will never ever, ever, ever, ever come to the stupid third-world country again. The others are the ones who come to India, lose it, get mad and decide that they will never ever, ever, ever, ever leave the country again and end up living in Rishikesh or Kasardevi, Almora.”

Okay I made up the second ones but they are the ones you know who smile n play holi & keep saying Naamaaste, shookhriya and other random hindi words (which Indians who have studied hindi till 10^th standard somehow fail to read and write. Ironic isn’t it?)

Since the last few days I have realized that we Indians can give the fellow uptight Americans a run for their money. In fact they can take lessons from us on uptightment. We don’t believe in what others say, our id exceeds our egos and superegos and hence the only truth is what we think is. Other people’s views? Bah! Humbug! This is sad. 20 years from now we will be more screwed up than we think we will be. Girls will be the new boys and boys will be the new well.. maybe they won’t be there. All the girls would have eaten them up.

Who is to be blamed? Zuckerburg(er) ofcourse!