The laughing girl

Hi!

This is the laughing girl here. The girl who laughs all the time because the funny guy says hilarious stuff. Did you all know that the funny guy does not know how to spell 'depressed' and that he wants to name his daughter Adi but won't for the fear that she will be called 'Adidas'. Correction---he doesn't how to spell a lot of words. The list is endless.

Funny guy can be mean at times too. I mean he has the audacity to slap girls in public! We are in a world where women are supposed to be revered. I don't mean to sound like a bra-burning feminist but hey, we are superior than the Supreme. So funny guy, get your act together and start worshipping the Supreme and the superiors thereafter. So tomorrow onwards, I expect you to burn incense for me and chant a few prayers. THEN only, may all your wishes and dreams come true. AND NO KHUSHFAHMI AT ALL!

Coming back on track...yesterday was a pathetic day. I was not well at all and I seriously thought I would die. I mean looking at my constitution, anyone would believe the same. Funny guy was also upset and kept telling me to eat something and take medicine. I know that he was concerned and it really showed but I felt like screaming at him--Why don't you try being a girl for some time? But no, I know that even he was scared of the fact whether I would survive or not.

Coming to another track--Funny guy asked me to write something in this blog. I am not sure what to write as I only write at deviantart.com and that too some poetry and prose here and there. Sooooo, what should I write about???

Few points to ponder over:
-> The trouble with most of us is that we would rather be ruined by praise than saved by criticism.

-> To ruin the lease of temporary dreams of nearly-perfect harmony, but when your lips depict your inner thoughts without the use of bold, fair words: this silence seems to sound, only a little more complete.

-> All things must change from something new to something strange.

-> Those of you out there who say "It's alright"---would you taste my tears?

-> And my personal favourite 'many-liner':

Don't tread on my dreams,
I need space to stand on them

Don't steal my ambitions,
they belong only to me

Don't try to rectify me,
I hate being perfect

Don't build up my confidence,
It makes me a nervous wreck

Don't place the blame on me,
I will never give justifications

Don't try my patience,
It will wear you out

Don't shut me off from the world,
I don't belong to it....

Ok enough...If Funny guy sees this he would call it crap. So I better quit my philosophical rantings here. We have had millions of arguements over millions of stuff. I mean when he calls me a professional and ethical colleague, I take it as an insult. You should hear the tone in his voice (sarcasm is NOT supposed to be his forte...it's mine!). He says that I cry at the drop of a hat...so I say, why do you drop the hat everytime? Logical, isn't it? He has all these weird nicknames for me so I gave him one---Black Pig. Respected Sir does not like it! What name could be more logical than that?? Some people just don't have any sense of respect for names. Respected Sir, I would like to ask just one question---Aapki twatcha ka raaz kya hai? Santoor, santoor (with music)

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