Sala Bhaarat mein kitna gareebi hai be... This has been running in my head since the morning and may be even before..but its not something that dawned upon me just today.. every fkking day I take a rick ride back home some rick guy has a sad story and it makes me feel fkked up about cribbing about a bad day at work..

I mean seriously take a look at our lives.. compare to some one else who survives a month with the money your company is paying as your daily cost..dont give me the bull shit that these guys didnt get the education so they didnt make it.. and the other over done line " If i was born in a family that had such a life i would have made good of whatever i had"...Bull shit i say..

So my rick guy tells me today:

Rick: Saab kya mehengaai hai ...kitna kharcha hai
Me: Kya karen..aisa hi hai
Rick: Aap to bol sakte ho aisa hi hai.. mereko roz auto chalake ghar mein 6 log ka pet bharna padta hai
Me: Kitna kama lete ho
Rick: Rickshaw ka bhada 300 ..gas ka 100 nikal ke.. din ka 400- 500 ban jata hai..room ka kiraya 1500 mahina.. bachhe ka school..(pata nahi kitne din chalega)
Me: Hmmm
Rick: haath mein kuch nahi bachta mahina khatam hote hote..
Me: Kahan se ho
Rick: Gaon hai sir UP mein aapne suna bhi nahi hoga
Me: Ghar bhi paisa bhejte ho kya
Rick: 3-4 mahine mein ek baaar


My bloody chai wala sleeps in the open.. a spider sprayed some excreta on him and now he has a dangerous wound near his eye and on his face.. still recovering.. fkk tht shit dude.. we are thinking of mosquitoes..

Sala B******D i felt bad that i bargained for the rick charges too.. Lekin seriously.. the amount of money we spend on one nights booze.. or a lunch away from work is the amount he might make in one week.. or lesser.. and this is not below poverty line... I know what ur thinking.. I tell myself the same thing.. Well think of it for sometime and thgen well be on our way to some wine shop again.. but alleast i stopped for a minute and thought of it.. for a day..

how many more years do we need to move on from being a gareeb desh..


Fkk that shit.. itna gareebi hai India mein  and my Mom wants me to get married.. and how... she is frantically looking for chics.. (chics hide)..so my mom goes to the classifieds office and picks up a standard draft of a matrimonial and changes a few keywords and puts me up on sale.. thats it.. that all it took for her to populate her mailbox with replies and be happy about it..

she doesnt stop there.. she starts sending me these profiles.. ... fkk yeah.. profiles.. so apparently the trend is to have a matrimonial CV these days.. i was running through those emails and seeing CVs as if I'm supposed to give these chics a job... fkk that shit... im still not thinking of getting married...im never planning on getting married.. but yeah for my mom's sake.. alleast for now im not getting married..

Imagine.. shaadi.. shaadi shopping.. actual shaadi.. shaadi recption.. shaadi means 100-200 people eat for free (ive taken a lower number)..beat the figure for some significant money..

and the expenses dont stop at shaadi... fkk why do people even get married and spend so much when they eventually will have a bad marriage and always think of an easy way out.. fkkk it..i want a divorce...

Get a life.. and let me live mine..Im better off alone..who said everyone needs to get married anyways

I think this is not the Ball-Talks kinda post.. but what the hell.. its my blog.. my wish.. ill do anything i want..


Till then..

For a world devoid of monetary worries and pleasee no shaadi

Posted by ADITYA at 2:15 AM

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