Madness, Aunt Muriel, It's Madness...

Thankfully Aunt Muriel is dead since 1920, she sank with the Titanic you see. Not that there was much to sink anyways, she was dry like a bloody raisin anyway. Not bloody Mary please. She can very well be bloody and stay within her own goddamn realm. Pity they didn't discover sanitary napkins back in the 20's.

So why did the Titanic sink? Was it because Jack was rubbing Rose's lamp in the wrong way? Or because the chef let the crabs out in the pots? Probably it was the humongous hype that was created about it, you know like people with huge names, they can't crawl when they are young, weighed down by the weight of their names. Like A.P.J. Abdul Kalam, if you have noticed he has a permanent hunch to his shoulders, God praise him.

Okay so this madness began one fine evening when I was sitting in my verandah with my evening tea (it's evening). So I am reading my newspaper, with my legs crossed like it's noone's goddamned business, and there goes the doorbell(incidentally this vaguely reminds me of a popular bengali song), I walk up to the door and open it and let the maid in. So the maid comes in, with extra loud, extra cheery, super cheesy Bollywood music playing in the background, she dances does a two step and comes in. "Do Boond mujhe bhi pila de sharabi". The maid falls to the ground, I stagger. "In hi logone", she waves an accusatory finger at me. I run to my window, a sexy female shows up in the neighbour's window, "meri saamne waali khirki mai"...

In the meanwhile, maid of honour has gathered some odd bottles from the bloody kitchen and has got her feet all bloody and murky after goring her feet by dancing on broken shards of glass, bottle meets ground, king kong vs. godzilla...

To be continued(Oh pleej!)