Showing posts with label plastic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label plastic. Show all posts

Monday, June 23, 2008

Gurgaon

What’s with your hair? Why is it so straight? Why the fuck do you flick it so often? Why are your teeth so white? How come your nails are so clean? Why are your lips drippin’ gloss? Are those boobs pumped? ... and that ass?

What’s with the big mobile phone? Why does it ring so often? Aren’t you a management trainee?... Yet you drive a BMW?

What’s with you woman?! What’s with your pink ear rings? What’s with the high heels -everyday? What’s with the unfinished beer? What’s with the two nibble dinner?

Why can’t you bear the heat? Aren’t you from around here? Why do you still talk of the vacation you had in the US eight years back? Why do you listen to hip hop? Can you recite what they rap?

Why do you hate the jaat? Why do you hate his language? Why do you have an accent?


…And what the fuck are you wearing that fruity perfume for lady - It all makes me want to throw up!!!


(- to be continued)