My three secret wishes (in order of hilarity and absurdity):
A Gay (as in LGBT) friend
Not to be deliberately interpret as me wishing to have a gay partner. I only wish to be a good friend to a gay who has a gay partner of his own. Why? Because I want to savor that moment of pride where I can tell my other friends that this friend is gay, tell them it is perfectly normal and I respect his choice of lifestyle. Being Gay, Indian and in the year 2013 could prompt interesting dialogues between friends.
If you are listed in my phone book then you now know I am going to be proud of you if and when you decide to go the gay way. It gets only better for me if you are married and then gay. I would probably be the only one to support you but you can count it. I can help you convey this news to every one you may (or may not) want to tell.
So hurry up, I am eagerly waiting for that phone call. My moment of pride.
Burp a Song
You can sing a song, you can hum a song. I want to burp a song. Why? Because farting a song is going to be too difficult and stressful. If you think of about it, burping a song is nirvana at two levels – relieving and relaxing. I encourage you to attempt it yourself to reap the benefits.
A bullet between the eyes
My list of potential targets include those that are not in my phone book but are connected via Facebook and LinkedIn. I will give you a single strong reason after I shoot you. But knowing you, I am sure you will disagree and won’t listen to me. That itself will be my second perfectly good reason to shoot you between the eyes. Execution style.
Friends in my phone book are only safe until I turn 60. After that you are on this list too. Unless you decide you want to be Gay. Make your choice.
A Gay (as in LGBT) friend
Not to be deliberately interpret as me wishing to have a gay partner. I only wish to be a good friend to a gay who has a gay partner of his own. Why? Because I want to savor that moment of pride where I can tell my other friends that this friend is gay, tell them it is perfectly normal and I respect his choice of lifestyle. Being Gay, Indian and in the year 2013 could prompt interesting dialogues between friends.
If you are listed in my phone book then you now know I am going to be proud of you if and when you decide to go the gay way. It gets only better for me if you are married and then gay. I would probably be the only one to support you but you can count it. I can help you convey this news to every one you may (or may not) want to tell.
So hurry up, I am eagerly waiting for that phone call. My moment of pride.
Burp a Song
You can sing a song, you can hum a song. I want to burp a song. Why? Because farting a song is going to be too difficult and stressful. If you think of about it, burping a song is nirvana at two levels – relieving and relaxing. I encourage you to attempt it yourself to reap the benefits.
A bullet between the eyes
My list of potential targets include those that are not in my phone book but are connected via Facebook and LinkedIn. I will give you a single strong reason after I shoot you. But knowing you, I am sure you will disagree and won’t listen to me. That itself will be my second perfectly good reason to shoot you between the eyes. Execution style.
Friends in my phone book are only safe until I turn 60. After that you are on this list too. Unless you decide you want to be Gay. Make your choice.
