Of course, this family is uninteresting as shit without Simran, the teenage dreamy daughter whose hormones are through the fucking roof and who likes to read out sensual poetry about boys to her mother.
The trip is over. Everyone goes home with the realisation that they are in love with each other. It is said that they also took a lot of drugs on the train back home because both of them were seeing each other everywhere for, like, a whole fucking day.
With the secret-keeping ability of a cornflake, Simran leaves a picture of Raj and herself from the Europe vacation near an open window. The photograph flies away and finds itself in the hands of Mogambo Baou Ji.
Using the f**k word a hundred times dosent makes anything cool. Its about traditions, family values and Indian culture which is understandable only to the people who have been into it. Being a movie, it is definitely exaggerated but this account of yours is total shit
You must be fun at parties.
See, I being an Indian, respect and follow our culture, but this is an article which is supposed to be funny in all possible way. And a pretty crazy rad work ! I had a good laugh, and thats it.
Damn. Wrote a kickass comment praising your sense of humor to the skies and how refreshing it is to see someone here in Pak write such a subversive, fun piece which brings East and West so well together (I had to say it!)
b37509886e