Yesterday I read that Saif is giving lessons to Bebo about the old flicks. Besides asking her to see the regular classics like
I think my definition of love or likeness has been wrong all along. I believe you accept a person with his faults rather than reforming him. I think it’s really rude to say to someone you like that I don’t like your hairdo or I don’t like your dress-sense. You better get some education as you’re less educated & all that crap.
At the same time, I have seen people who are just into chamchagiri with their partners & friends. God knows how do they manage it, but I personally know such characters. If you aren’t being sincere, what’s the point? But then if you have met a fool, then why not make the most of the situation by buttering & securing the future.
This is actually a very funny world where the only thing that has some value is insincerity or something that is wrapped up in lies. Maybe all this happens on the surface; deep down it’s another story. It all seems quite suffocating & yet people put up with it. They complain about petty things, not the things that touch their lives so deeply.
In fact, I had no idea when I started writing…that I would be utterly bored by the time I had written the 1st paragraph.