God was Murdered

He was dead. Let’s make few things crystal. This letter is not written in support of North-East community or Nido Tania or North Indians. I’m a Punjabi, born & raised in New Delhi. Frankly my dear, I don’t give a crap about any of them. And most of all I don’t give 2 hoots about me. The only person I ever loved was my neighbour. She married this bloke, another neighbour. They didn’t even love each other. Now they’ve 2 fugly kids & I’ve a dazzling girlfriend. That’s what I call Karma. But let’s not lose track here. The question is why Nido’s chic is sitting mourning on V Day instead of chilling with him. He was beaten black & blue & eventually left for the heavens leaving us to play the game of blaming North Indians & young NE community asking for Justice. Boring. Every year we’ve the same drama repeated, different setting & at the end of the day everyone goes home to watch comedy nights with Kapil. Nido was allegedly killed because his hair d...

You’re born alone, you gonna die alone Blown up in flames, or buried under a stone In between you gonna get your chance Wake up & dream, give them a chase But go slow You aren’t a horse, life ain’t a race Parents gonna give you love & steal your dreams Make your decisions, push you into MBA, engineering Say no, stand up for your goals, who else will Stay put even if they strike you off the will Don’t go chasing love, it ain’t a girl Love takes guts Stay clear if you got no nuts Love is tricky, has highs & heartaches If yours doesn’t, oh dear, it’s a fake Hold her hand, kiss her & make love Go on the knee & propose if she’s the one Don’t wait till tomorrow it may never come Don’t hate or discriminate coz they don’t look like you Don’t marry or believe in God if you don’t want to They’ll say If you don’t believe in him, you’ll be sent to hell There’s so many, if God’s even real, who can really tell And hey,...

Who could’ve known, impossible, real love was outta reach That hot day, you, me, them went to St. Kilda beach Took snaps, you-me walked along the sea You held my hand, whoa, lucky me April the 1 st , we’d met that day Shared ice-cream, you thought I was gay Day after I took ya to this rocking club Kicked your shoes off, danced, you were superb 3am, we took the nightrider back to campus You sat on my lap, many eyes turned so jealous April the 4 th , I sat on your windowsill, you came close Kissed me, you say I did it I know, I swear it was you, Rose Party at Farrer, Hookers & Deviants night, mid-way we ditched it Sat on stairs, staring into our eyes, someone said ‘get a room’, we did Bed creaked, Jack next door, knocked the wall, said ‘Hey, trying to sleep’ We hit the floor, made love, laughing like crazy, beautiful dream 3 weeks down, in casino that night, had our big fight Later, you wrote me a letter, written on Cadbury wrapp...