Plot 1: Food as weapons

Plot 1: Food as weapons

How can you trust someone that they're not poisoning you, your family and friends by using food?

How much can you trust a stranger who cooks food so well and comes to sell delicious lunch boxes to the Government agency staffs who miss their home country food so dearly?

How can you be sure that one day Mumbai Dabbawala India will not be used by a terrorist as a conspiracy theory to kill 200,ooo lunchers daily?  

Heels = Dicks

Sunday night,

On the dance floor,

I was wearing flats

then this came to my mind

"Me without heels is like a man without a dick."

And if you want to save my life, just like throwing a life vest to a drowning girl... 

Can somebody throw a pair of heels to me on the dance floor, please? 

FOF SOS MOM

Form 

over 

Function. 

Style 

over 

Substance. 

Money 

over 

Morality.

We are drunk in it.

Get Lost

Use your Garmin to get lost rather than get it right. what on earth could be more pleasant than the road less travelled?

How ridiculous a person can be.

They were fighting in a lick-the-boss's-arse war.

They were praising themselves in what they had done in the past, not what they are going to do in the future.

They were boasting instead of listening to other people's problems. 

They were talking about numbers, size, money, ranks, positions, and praise.

Wrong time, wrong place. 

I'm not writing this with angryness,

I'm telling it enlightenedly how ridiculous a human being could be and feel pityful.