Equipped with shock absorberz(for jhelofying dosto k 440V k shocking comments)

When u’ve worn a pretty dress and u r are dressed to the nines and have been receiving compliz from omost evry1 at the party and when u approach them asking “how do I look?”(expecting them to say "stunningly illuminating o sth" They say it bluntly on ur face “ab do kilo make up lagaake toh koi chudail bhi achchi lagne lage,tum kya cheez ho”

U upload a pic on fb and make it ur display pic and then they attack ur wall with the most poking comments u could have ever received in ur entire life,calling u granny,sydney sheldon’s novel sum char whoz a murderer,gummy bear,aunty,kraken (dis was like 2 much) etc...they say "nothingz worse than a group of kidz teasing u"…well I wud redefine dis phrase sayin “Nothing is worse than a bunch of ur close frenz poking jokes at u”…amin if derez just one u can fire missiles and reequip ur arsenal…but then one man army fighting so many hooliganz…itz obvio u hafta show the white flag….and then their constant reminders to change ur dp actually make u ponder ...”dude m I luking dat bad?” on second thought ya derez sumthing weird about dis picha…n den u start imagining urself as if u have gone bald and ur wearing a wig o sth :xxx You go asking ur mom and then ur best friend by pinging her on fb and they give u a pseudo consolation as to “ we love u da way u are!” and then u say “ I hate their tangential remarks !”

This was pain.I was having second thoughts about going to tutz( class 10th twas yeah) ,wearing sum yo typa dress (as I knew my frenz had no taste of fashion) and on getting a reassurance from my mom who said “ U are luking very smart my gal in dis outfit”, I went wid fool on confi to tutz.And then as soon as I entered the place BOOM! There was a cloudburst amin on me.Kaminey dostlog made me so damn conscious, that not even a single thing that r tution sir spoke,I was able to get it.Bloody they had even gone to the extent of calling me E.B (england beggar).I was angst 2 da core and who else can it be other than our beloved mom whoz alwayz the target of our rampage(coz pappa k saamne toh chalti nai hai apni). I was like “ Your just like Karan Joharz mom,evrytime when he luks funny she sayz “ u luking fab son”.And then I exploded saying MOM! u love dressing me up like a clown! :xxx

They call u CHOTU time and again ( making u realise that ur a dwarf) inspite of the fact that u love the way u are and U THINK TALL…letz not b polite and come to my original form…”saale sabhi gigantism k shikaar hain…and they call u short”…having heard dis word CHOTU a zillion tyms….many a tyms it happens that ur in a hotel and one of the customers shouts to the waiter saying “ Ae CHOTU” and u turn around thinking sum1s calling u :P (very embarassing i tell u)

Having said all that( nikalofied my bhadaas) I admit herein ,

"Not even the best compliments can sound better than the jokes they poke at me"

And they are the ones who make our boring dull life ,spicy, hawt n happening!! o shud i say a lil 2 spicy ;) with their kaminapan/kaminipanti (woteva is da word)