Women are frivolous and pickle is delicious!

I have always been nothing in front of the eyes of my nephew, niece and even my own people like Father, Mother, Sister who still believe me to be non-existent in their life. Most of the time after doing all hard work in my life I am asked through the eyes of women in the most suspected manner....Aaapki Best Wali Ka Chaddi Color?

My answer remains the same...I look back and see another beautiful picture of women...The answer is Pooonam waise to ye photo wali ladki hoti...par shayad mai bada aadmi nahi ban saka...and then I move on nonchalantly towards my home.

With no grievances towards those who believe that I am less in terms of education and when I see towards those who are just a formula education where they have leaped all the boundaries in life by the big factor which is called Money.

I feel thankful towards those uncles and aunts of my city which was Bokaro Steel where they believed that giving an answer and being argumentative never made their heads hang down before me, but their muse understanding which pleaded them to create debacles in my life still compliment me as a non-existent person after doing an M.A. in Sociology.

They have given sex a greater priority in life after all they were from the background of Satyam,, Shivam...Sundaram era and for them, bigger boobs and deeper vagina were a way to enjoy the life and they never tried to lift a person who was more towards work and counting the life in terms of keeping his value intact, as fucking a woman without her consent and outside wedlock is still a shameful act for him.

I never carried any weapon in my hand on the contrary whoever did it has become more or less a King in the concrete jungle. Now, the fact of the matter is that I never was to marry any woman called Poonam and neither I had any love interest towards anyone called Miss Akansha Anupam, as for me my Roti and Sabzi were bigger things in life.

As far as I remember I never shared my lunchbox with anyone in my school and never did I hated anyone in my home or outside but when I look back towards my life I understand that women are frivolous and pickle is delicious but with all the desperation when I asked during my marriage areey Dolly Sindur Dal De...then the answer was....Arrrey dal de jaldi "bas yaoi ass thi ki koi Sindoor dal kar azad kar de....and I cried in my heart and without speaking a word put the Sindoor and thought must be lo jawani khatam kahani khatam and then she never stayed back after having a Kid with me......!!!