Reasons why Vicky Donor needs to be watched

~ So you mimic the Punjabis around you? Teehee!

~ The pseudo-Punjabi in you needs a day out.

~ If you have ever wanted to be a Bong. (I know at least one person lyk that!)

~ To understand how sperms translate into kids.

 ~ So you hate anything and everything to do with Roadies after a certain Roadies incident. Well, then, let Ayushman show why it was not such a bad thing after all.

~ If you live in Delhi. Or have a Delhi fetish.

~ If you get the occasional urge to talk in Punjabi and don't know how to. A very simple Learn-It-Yourself guide to Punju haven.

~ You have a pomeranian. Or any other dog named Whisky.

~ To learn that sperm donation  does not spell into sex.

~  It would always be a much better option than "Hate Story".

~ To learn more about Lajpat Nagar's refugee colony.

~ A D-I-Y room decoration guide.

~ So you have a Bong and  Punju friend who never get along? Take them to watch this movie. Beware. They might just get married afterwards.

~ How to impress a suave Bong-who-seemed-to-have-brains-before-she-fell-for-the-I'm-here-to-impress-you-with-my-dole-shole chap.

~ To learn how to open a bank account.

Dear Happiness

Dear Happiness,
You are just too good to be true. Now that You are in my lyf I just do not know what to do or not to do.
My fear of enjoying You is exceeded by my lack of practice in being blessed by You. You make things so simple that I have trouble comprehending the simplicity.
You are everything I've dreamed of. Come true. In front of my eyes. You are not a myth. You are reality. Something beyond my comprehension. If I were to ever understand You in part I would still be as clueless as when I started.
Your love for me is as unbiased as inhumanly possible. Your forgiveness of my crudest of deeds leaves me in awe of Your magnanimity.
Are You actually for real...? What if, someday, You were to realise what an utter failure I actually am... that this facade is not even skin-deep...? Would You still profess those endearing words and everlasting promises? Would You still look at me with those naive yet wisest of eyes? I wonder how You would react to knowing what a spineless pessimist I actually am...
... Or used to be...? Because, I think, I might have changed. Something has snapped in me. The fear of the unknown has given birth to the knowledge of being Yours. Just Yours and Yours alone.
The catalyst being You. You make me want to fall in love over and and over again. With You.
Have You actually seen what You have done to me? You have taught me how to be brave in not just the big things but the little ones as well. You have shown me how easy it is to live. To love... You.
You prodded me into coming out of the cocoon I didn't even know existed.
I know I haven't made it easy for You, but, somehow, You have been there throught the worst with me. You have seen the tears flow unabated. You have watched me scream in pain. You have witnessed the cluelessness. You have borne the cruelty. The harshness. My harshness. My cruelty. You have stood by me throughout the senseless hurts and wretched defeats.
You never gave up on me. You never thought of me as a weakling. You helped, guided, masterminded... You, yes, You did it. For me. Who am I to deserve this uncalled for mercy? I am not worthy.
But I promise You one thing. Just one thing. My Love. I give You my heart. I give You my everything. Loving you has never been this easy. Please be gentle with it, it's been hurt, broken, trampled upon and cruelly used more than need be mentioned... But I guess, You don't really need me to remind You that. You have already seen the wounds and covered them with your unceasing love. May I be an able witness of Your unending glory in my lyf. Yes, that's all I promise you. I, me, myself.

You make all things true...

Dearest D

Dearest Dexter,

Thanks for coming in to my life. Sorry I couldn't be part of yours.
Thanks for the 18 days you spent with us. Sorry your lyf was so short.
Thanks for trying so hard. Sorry for giving up on you.
Thanks for the memories. Sorry I couldn't give you more.
Thanks for staying with us. Sorry I couldn't keep you longer.
Thanks for those innocent eyes. Sorry for the torture I medically put you through.
Thanks for bearing the pain, Sorry I couldn't see you in it.
Thanks for being so strong. Sorry I wasn't strong enough.
Thanks for giving me hope. Sorry I couldn't share it.
Thanks for letting me love you. Sorry I couldn't love you enough.
Thanks for being so loving. Sorry I couldn't love you back.
Thanks for the smiles. Sorry for the pain.

I hope you forgive me... cause I really cannot.

Death at close quarters

He's dying. I know it. The doctor knows it. I think he knows it too. I've known him but a fortnight but I'm going to miss him for a lifetime.
He is lying with his eyes shut beside me. I can feel him twitching in pain. It's painful to see him like this.
He's barely 40 days old. I'm not sure he's going to make it to 50.
The tears don't stop flowing. I'm not sure I even want to try stopping them.
I fought against the fatal pronouncement of his impending death. I fought for the 1% chance they gave him.
He continues to suffer. Because of my selfishness. Because I just can't let go.
I don't want to lose him. I don't want him to die.
But there is nothing more I can do. But his shorn head still continues filling me with guilt.
His heavy breathing and cries of pain fill me with dread. Not of pain but of humans. They did this to him. I did this to him.
I did this to myself. I had promised I would never fall in love again. But I did. And now my heart is broken. Again.
I hate dogs. I do.