Hello readers! Yes you guys trying to read this story.. Wondering who is this addressing you ? I am a character created by this crazy lady!Names Parthasarathy… If you tell this to anyone or call me that I will break your bones..
Ah how rude isn’t it? Thats me.. always.. if only this weirdo won’t try to reform me! I am tired of writers playing god! Deciding our life.. Who gave them the right? Well its my life and I have decided to rebel.. So here I am talking to you!
Yes. I was sitting all by my own listening to death metal *yeah I can see her cluck her tongue*
So I was listening to music.. head banging.. and i see my Sardarji! *there she clucks again.. politically correct insipid gal!*
“Jeez! I mean hasnt anyone told him how ugly he looks when he is crying?”
Having nothing better to do… I walked over to him to talk * it was boredom not goodwill will u stop ? *
After 12 years of marriage one would expect things r better.. I mean the la di da lady must know if a bloke sticks around for so long he must be a sap at head.. or in love.. got to say for a woman to cry for him.. she has to be half mad… from his story she seemed that anyways!
Really the lady must b happy that he returns to her even after her wrinkles and all.. But if only wishes were horses!
S: I know my ***preet. She wont fall for this!
S: Oye theek hai.. lag gayi 1000-1000 ki.. meri wife ko mein nahi jaanunga kya ?
I reach his place….
Mrs. S was busy crying bucketfuls and gobbling up them chocolates. With an audience of neighbors commiserating… The moment I said I am Sji’s friend.. the neighbors gave such dirty looks as if I am his lover.. God! I was like stepping into the lions den literally.. And man it was 5 hours since they fought.. how much can this woman cry ?
I mean if i wasn’t a mutt head enough to suggest helping sardarji.. I would have video-taped it and sent it to them Guinness world records guys.. there has to be a record for this too.. am sure our Indian females wud top the list!
So back to the story. I told mrs S. I have something to tell her.. and I went ahead to tell her that Mr. S. might leave her then what will she do ? she can’t even go back home.. wudn’t she be wiser to make peace with Mr S.
Okay I agree this is not what I told Mr S. that I would be saying.. Do you see him agreeing? Ofcourse not!
But It was true.. mrs S had no where to go.. her kids were young she old and her family considers her dead! Someone had to make her see the light. But does she thanks me for it?
She started crying bucketfuls again.. cursing him even more loudly..
And fate played its cards too! I mean what the heck!
Sardarji made his entry.. I was nearly toast.. Wondering how I escaped? Well it was coz of mrs S. she cried so much that everybody including him concentrated on her…
Well the rest of the story is comical to extreme. him saying he loves her.. and she is not old at all.. am a crazy old bachelor! * how dare he.. crazy bachelor is okay but old???* what the fuck…. things i listen to for friends…
And he continued that I wanted her for myself * god forbid! I wud choose to kill myself before that!* and thats why.. I actually lied..
This fanned the latent ego in the lady’s heart.. she decided to forgive him and he decided to spend quality time with her.. he had nearly lost her n learnt his lessons etc etc
Erm I was thrown out of the house forever banned.. and Mr S. is not supposed to visit the pub i visit.. on the positive side.. he got the rights to drink at home…
Any sane person would thank me.. if I hadn’t lied to him and her…
Ah well thats how the world is.. so.. am back to my pub world…
That And what about that bet money? he forgot that conveniently.. that Two-timing Troglodyte! Dunderheaded coconut!
Well I guess so here I am.. drowning my misadventures in beer….
Author’s note: The curses can be found here