This fucking cold has closed some windows of many houses permanently, where some "chaand ke tukde resides!" The open windows made us feel good, obviously... but, also gave the "chaand ke tukde" chances to show her "chaandni". But, these fucking winters, have let us guys go no where! The rest of the things are accomplished when girls comes out with completely hidden from top to bottom with TOO many clothes to protect themself from winters, which is so irritating. Those "chaand ke tukde" is being more of a brand ambassador of woollen clothes, these days!
The worst effect of this extreme cold can be seen on young and so called "cool" guys like us. Come on, tell me... the hairstyle on which we spend thousands of rupees, and hours of our day; we need to hold it by a muffler/cap, which seems to me like some powerful snake!? The same bike/car which we never drive below the speed of 80-90, and NEVER thought ourselves less than "John Abraham" of Dhoom, is also compromised, with the maximum speed of 30-40 with a helmet on our head, with too many fucking woollen clothes. Our body, which was made after hours of work outs in a gym is dying to expose ourselves. Fuck it?! And some of you tell me that you guys like winters? Give me a break, instead.
When our hands and legs start shivering like anything 'cause of this excessive cold, it makes me feel as if we've the soul of "Auro from Paa" in our body, now... suffering from progeria. Or, at times... makes us feel as a dyslexic child from "TZP!" This extreme cold has made me an "idiot" of the Bollywood junk, here!
Anyway, there IS nothing special about my winters. actually. Nothing more than being in a quilt, with a blower on... and drinking some EXTRA HOT coffee, or tea!
BUT, when I, see those broken, destroyed huts of the poor ones, I feel hurt! In fields and on footpaths, the poor labourers, those shivering old beggars, those cold yet hardworking rickshaw pullers, I feel overwhelmed! And the only thing which actually my brain has at that moment is that, "Hey God! Either wake up our human spirits so that we can help the needy ones, and make this world a better place to live in... Or, fuck the ones who actually are sleeping peacefully, instead of helping these poor ones, and still are lying peacefully on their cozy bed!" Yes, I'm talking about the so called "Prashasan" of the cities we live in.
I wish, there was an election nearby, so if... any politician, even for his selfishness, could've given these needy ones some "woollen clothes", or some thing to help them!? Maybe. Just maybe!
The worst effect of this extreme cold can be seen on young and so called "cool" guys like us. Come on, tell me... the hairstyle on which we spend thousands of rupees, and hours of our day; we need to hold it by a muffler/cap, which seems to me like some powerful snake!? The same bike/car which we never drive below the speed of 80-90, and NEVER thought ourselves less than "John Abraham" of Dhoom, is also compromised, with the maximum speed of 30-40 with a helmet on our head, with too many fucking woollen clothes. Our body, which was made after hours of work outs in a gym is dying to expose ourselves. Fuck it?! And some of you tell me that you guys like winters? Give me a break, instead.
When our hands and legs start shivering like anything 'cause of this excessive cold, it makes me feel as if we've the soul of "Auro from Paa" in our body, now... suffering from progeria. Or, at times... makes us feel as a dyslexic child from "TZP!" This extreme cold has made me an "idiot" of the Bollywood junk, here!
Anyway, there IS nothing special about my winters. actually. Nothing more than being in a quilt, with a blower on... and drinking some EXTRA HOT coffee, or tea!
BUT, when I, see those broken, destroyed huts of the poor ones, I feel hurt! In fields and on footpaths, the poor labourers, those shivering old beggars, those cold yet hardworking rickshaw pullers, I feel overwhelmed! And the only thing which actually my brain has at that moment is that, "Hey God! Either wake up our human spirits so that we can help the needy ones, and make this world a better place to live in... Or, fuck the ones who actually are sleeping peacefully, instead of helping these poor ones, and still are lying peacefully on their cozy bed!" Yes, I'm talking about the so called "Prashasan" of the cities we live in.
I wish, there was an election nearby, so if... any politician, even for his selfishness, could've given these needy ones some "woollen clothes", or some thing to help them!? Maybe. Just maybe!
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