Delhi -- We Rape Because We CAN (R.I.P Damini)
Here we meet again. If you have forgotten me, let me rekindle your hopeless memory. I'm the radio jockey girl {Aashima Talwar} who drinks, smokes, parties till 3am, wears short dresses, dances with boys, have had 5 odd boyfriends & no, I'm not a virgin. And I'm smokin HOT. I'm the perfect girlfriend material - and the worst marriage material. That's what the boys say. It is 9.47pm by the wall-clock. I've just woken up after sleeping for 19 hours {21 hours is my personal record}. I'm sitting on the floor drinking black coffee. Coffee sucks. But my roommate Farheen {she's virgin...ha ha} says i gotta drink this. Shitty black coffee (no sugar) works miracles on a head spinning with Hangover. So how did I achieve the 21st hangover of my life? Here's how: Y'day I was sitting at home bored to death watching the re-runs of 'How I Met Your Mother'. So, I called my best friend Rahil, asked him to get off his