The day I first saw you
I knew we were made for each other,
How can you forget
all those nights we spent together.
spending hours in a row,
I never took my eyes off you,
I forgot the world
Lost in you I went cuckoo.
Oh I was so blind
Now I feel like a dumbhead
should have seen it coming
you and my best friend in bed
All that love and affaction
all the money I spend on your accessories
sitting on my lap taking
you use to take away my worries
I did something wrong
Or was I just not enough
Were you bored of me
or you needed more stuff
Why Did you cheat on me
Go on, now tell me the truth
you slept with someone else
You disloyal, Lenovo Intel i7 Notebook !!
“Uncle, Please pass the ball”,
“Uncle, Can you help me out here?” ,
“There it is Uncle” …
If you get to hear the ‘U’ word more than once a day, from more than two kids … Well congratulations you’ve just graduated from Bhaiya(brother) to Uncle. All of us, well in their mid twenties, have to go through this painful phase.
Like increase in hair-fall, the first white hair, gain in waist size and of-course nagging for marriage at home wasn’t enough. The vicious little kids have to refer us with the ‘U’ word every frikin time.
This always remind me of a particular character from a very popular 90′s TV series Hum Paanch, Certain Miss Pooja Aunty. She use to jump 4 feet if one of girls call her Aunty. It used to be super funny back then … I guess now I know her pain!!
On the same line there use to an advertisement for hair dye, Don’t remember the brand exactly … but in that add too there was the lady who realize she’s getting old after a young boy calls her aunty … and she immediately resort to the anti-aging miracle the kesh kala.Since I can’t locate that add on the Internet … Enjoy this instead …
Though I’ve only come across examples of unhappy females … but let me tell you, we guys are not so fond of the ‘U’ word either. And lucky for ladies … they only get the Aunty tag after getting married.
Of course, It’s the phase of life we all have to go through eventually, but the only thing is we are never seems to be ready to accept it.
It’s funny, how we always prefer being called a MAN instead of a BOY but we are still allergic to UNCLE and feel cozy with the word BHAIYA.