Beautiful Girls Can Get Away With Murder!

Well, this post is about nothing so extreme. The spectacular title is just to catch your attention! This is just about two friends and their, umm.. shall we say... traits? (No, I am not giving out any names. So, don't bother.)

Ok, first one. There is this friend who sounds perpetually sleepy. You call her up and you get a sleepy drone, "Haaaiiii Swaaameeee. Haaoowww aaare youuuu?" And its the middle of the day. She's not sleepy. You can tell if you are with her that she's not sleepy. That's just how she talks sometimes. But.. she's beautiful. So, who am I to complain?

Then there is this friend who loves to revel in melancholy. Sad movies are her favorites. And she firmly believes in "हैं सब से मधुर वो गीत जिन्हें हम दर्द के सुर में गाते हैं" (for all you devanagari challanged people: Hain sab se madhur woh geet jinhe hum dard ke sur mein gaate hain). And she loves the melancholic poetry of Bahadur Shah Zafar. So, naturally she was devastated to find out that "लगता नहीं है दिल मेरा उजड़े दयार में" (Lagta nahin hai dil mera ujade dayaar mein), and "न किसी की आँख का नूर हूँ"(Na kisi ki aankh ka noor hoon) were not written, as popularly believed, by Bahadur Shah Zafar.

You ask, "Why should she be upset about that?" Well, because her melancholic hero is suddenly not so melancholic any more!

You also ask, "Is she beautiful?" Well, she claims to be a man. So, she can't be labeled as beautiful or not beautiful. Unless she wants to be called a "pretty boy".

Torture is...

Torture is not...

...having to crawl out of bed at 6 am in the morning while its still dark outside and the whole world is sleeping, and you've barely slept 5 hours at night.

Torture is...

...going back into the bedroom and seeing your wife and child still sleeping oh so peacefully, and hearing the comforting cozy sound of the fan, and seeing an empty warm inviting spot under the blanket, but knowing you can't crawl back into bed at least for the next 16 hours!