Not so Dear Madrasan ,
It has been a while I didn't smell your "Chameli ka tel", which in itself is such an incentive for kicking you out of my life. Nonetheless, the letter itself stinks like your attitude. I have tried so much to spend nice time with you, but your appa calling you right at 7 PM, inquiring about your presence makes me laugh. Why is it that you like the state you live in, always keep on fighting , as you do with all your friends.
I never ever promised to marry you or stay with you. You fought with your family over small issues, and your friends dumped you out of your PG (since you smelled bad and never spent a penny trying to purchase a perfume).The coconut oil in your head stinks, and its high time you realize that. I was not fond of strong perfumes, but your stinking hair made me use them. It's insane to listen to your singing Yenglish yall day lang. If you could ever get your intelligence you gained when you 5 years old to your dressing sense. You talk of parents when you don't even know how to speak Hindi. You don't consider to be part of India, and Sri Lankans threw you out a long time back.
It's not the skin color that makes you look pathetic, neither is your toilet-brush shaped hair nor the Big Bulbs (as headlights) in middle of face. The fact that you think you are the most superior even when you know you are not even eligible to compete with kid in North India. Are you smarter than 5th grade, must be in your state, because nowhere in India would you be able to prove it.
As you mentioned in your letter that your daddy is a loser, wears a toddler-wipe while your mom wears pant, not necessarily means it is an indication of superior homestyle. It means your daddy (hope you did not mean all males in your state) is a sissy boy who needs approval from his wife all the time, while dis-regards his mom. I am glad I threw you out of my life like my servants take care of trash. Don't feel bad if your dad is doing the toilet in your home, that is exactly what a punishment should be for marrying your mom.
Well you start comparing Hema Malini to Priyanka Chopra, consider Lara Dutta or Diya Mirza. Beauty is not skin deep, and with hypocrite nature you are blessed with, a garbage mind behind a trash face would leave no options left but to compare Aishwarya or Hema , who both eventually married north Indians.
Getting into food habits, your life starts and ends with coconut. You illustrated a good use of it in your previous letter, which is what must be demonstrated to you in your domestic life. When your little sister failed to do homework , she would get a coconut from the Lady who wears the pants.
I never lured you in my life. You were desperate trying to find someone who can marry. Why did you not find someone like your daddy who would go around and clean toilets for you.For the simple reason we understand what is dignity, respect and understand "Hindi". Please don't throw it off. I know you will eventually marry your mama (maternal uncle) . So take a chill pill ( coconut water for you), pack your bags and go back to your villager where your superior mom and sissy daddy will marry you off to an old relative.
Happy to kick you off my life,
North Indian boy
It has been a while I didn't smell your "Chameli ka tel", which in itself is such an incentive for kicking you out of my life. Nonetheless, the letter itself stinks like your attitude. I have tried so much to spend nice time with you, but your appa calling you right at 7 PM, inquiring about your presence makes me laugh. Why is it that you like the state you live in, always keep on fighting , as you do with all your friends.
I never ever promised to marry you or stay with you. You fought with your family over small issues, and your friends dumped you out of your PG (since you smelled bad and never spent a penny trying to purchase a perfume).The coconut oil in your head stinks, and its high time you realize that. I was not fond of strong perfumes, but your stinking hair made me use them. It's insane to listen to your singing Yenglish yall day lang. If you could ever get your intelligence you gained when you 5 years old to your dressing sense. You talk of parents when you don't even know how to speak Hindi. You don't consider to be part of India, and Sri Lankans threw you out a long time back.
It's not the skin color that makes you look pathetic, neither is your toilet-brush shaped hair nor the Big Bulbs (as headlights) in middle of face. The fact that you think you are the most superior even when you know you are not even eligible to compete with kid in North India. Are you smarter than 5th grade, must be in your state, because nowhere in India would you be able to prove it.
As you mentioned in your letter that your daddy is a loser, wears a toddler-wipe while your mom wears pant, not necessarily means it is an indication of superior homestyle. It means your daddy (hope you did not mean all males in your state) is a sissy boy who needs approval from his wife all the time, while dis-regards his mom. I am glad I threw you out of my life like my servants take care of trash. Don't feel bad if your dad is doing the toilet in your home, that is exactly what a punishment should be for marrying your mom.
Well you start comparing Hema Malini to Priyanka Chopra, consider Lara Dutta or Diya Mirza. Beauty is not skin deep, and with hypocrite nature you are blessed with, a garbage mind behind a trash face would leave no options left but to compare Aishwarya or Hema , who both eventually married north Indians.
Getting into food habits, your life starts and ends with coconut. You illustrated a good use of it in your previous letter, which is what must be demonstrated to you in your domestic life. When your little sister failed to do homework , she would get a coconut from the Lady who wears the pants.
I never lured you in my life. You were desperate trying to find someone who can marry. Why did you not find someone like your daddy who would go around and clean toilets for you.For the simple reason we understand what is dignity, respect and understand "Hindi". Please don't throw it off. I know you will eventually marry your mama (maternal uncle) . So take a chill pill ( coconut water for you), pack your bags and go back to your villager where your superior mom and sissy daddy will marry you off to an old relative.
Happy to kick you off my life,
North Indian boy
