Sunday 19 August 2012

The Shit That It Is..

Lately in the NCR or where I live or Delhi or Sadddi Dilli , COCKTAIL is The hottest thing !
I mean everyone is talking about it.
It's like the only thing I've been hearing from the last 2 months.
But well , was it really that awesome? 
I liked it. It was a thing to waste 3 hours on or spend 300 bucks on. 

All the people liked it due to the various reasons-
  • Double-meaning comedy 
  • The absofuckinglutely awesome songs,
  • Deepika's bikini moment
  • Daina's innocence (which I hated :/)
  • The punjabi style of Saif Ali Khan's family in the movie

And being the antique peice that i am , I enjoyed the movie due to a very unusual reason.
And the reason is - 
*Dumrolls*
The story line (which everybody hated :P)
The story was awesome.

Like it was all about how confused love makes you.
I mean you are in a relationship with the hottest chick in town , but still you think you'll be better with the happy simpleton next door.
Everyone in town want's your life but you want it to change.
That is lame but that is the truth.
And that is coming from personal experience.
When it's love , you don't see around and look what people think or who'll get hurt.
You just tend to go for it.
Believe me love can make you go absolutely mad.
And with madness comes the confusion.

Believe me love makes you so confused.
I mean , all you can wonder is what will happen.
Sometimes things can get so annoying that you out-of-the-blue-moon suddenly realize that you are in love with a person your best friend loves!
Love can make so helpless to these heights.
But , even if you cry in love , you won't ever call it a regret.
Because for a moment there , you know you actually felt amazing.

Friendship and Love.
These are the two awesome-st things for the teens these days.
But , when these two come together they make your life a living hell!
Believe me , I have heard and come across so many stories about it.
I mean , every damn freaking person is falling in love with his/her best friend and then crying.
Let's take some examples.
There's this girl who has a best friend.
Now her best friend who is a girl has a guy best friend in her school.
Now this girl and the guy friend talk to each other as they have a common best friend.
And they both completely hit it off.
Now the mutual best friend tries to couple both of them together.
The girl here disagrees as she knows that the guy has feeling for the mutual best friend.
But after waiting months , nothing like this happens.
So when the girl finally starts feeling for the guy , he proposes the mutual best friend.

Now is it or is it not shit?

Now let's take another example of what loves make you like.

There's this girl in my class.
She got the hottest guy in our class.
And believe me the guy could have scored better.
But he was happy being the settler.
So It's been 1 months since they are together and no one, I repeat, No one is aware that they are together.
Now this ind of thing is really unusual in our class. Especially in our group.
Now the girl didn't have much friends in the class so she told the guy to shut his mouth up and don't tell anybody.
This girl was being a bitch. Now just because you don't have good friends you would like to share your big news with , doesn't means that even the guy who actually has a bit of a good friends also wouldn't.
Now that's just being SELFISH!
So this couple completed 3 months and the girl broke up.
Now when we asked them what the fuck happened , they didn't tell us anything.
And the guy got sorta depressed.
So much that he left the tuition.
Well I miss him a lot!

Now this girl is like such a big bitch. Not only did she lost her love , but she also took away our beloved friend.

So the above two examples show that love is nothing but getting pissed off every other day.



To all the girls who think that they are cinderalla's and a dashing white knight will come for them to sweep them off their feet ,
NEWSFLASH : This is just a ball faced lie.
So don't wait for any such person as all of it is just another one of those fantasies.







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