I keep asking myself…is this life? Come on, I am ageing…I crossed my 26th. No more 25ish romanticism for me. My mind is also ageing fast. I have changed my well known slogan to girls I meet. It used to be “I love you”. It’s now “would you like to marry me?”
Hence grudgingly, I have to change the ending note also. It was first, “ok…but you will not get a guy like me”, it’s now “ok fine…don’t mind…that was a joke. Actually, I will marry only of my mother’s choice. It was a good prank wasn’t it?”
Don’t take this note lightly. It’s quite possible that I would die soon out of sheer boredom, frustration and lack of adventure. Before that I would get converted into Christianity. Only to have an epitaph of my own. Top of the epitaph, there would be a board with a message like:
IF YOU ARE A MAN, DON’T BOTHER. ONLY DON’T PEE HERE.
The epitaph would itself read like this:
Here lies the man
You dreamt of
Look his Viagra smiles
Just seeing you
He came and saw and kissed
Only to get pissed
By the bullying fathers and bull brothers
How he cries
Listen…can you hear
What he’s saying
Why you didn’t come to him
When all was nice and cosy
At the year 2006
With a broken heart...
He turned his face from the crooked world
And gave a little fart.