Bus karo
Yeh world hai na world. You look around and you wonder about creation and the meaning of everything. But it gets exceedingly hard to believe in the miracle of God when all it comes down to when you're travelling in a bus and you get assaulted. And later you find out that Nisha Kothari was also in this one. How could it get any worse? (Actually, it could, but why tempt fate any further?)I refer, of course, to the pit of horrors known as the song "aa khushii se khud-khushii kar le". Despite sharing space with shut-up, I instantly knew this was a Pritam compost-ition. To the song I say: How I wish could tell you\just how much I hate you. More of this and well, Vincent, starry starry nights beckon. Ear-ie feeling of insanity.
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