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With a heavy heart I wish to inform you in this letter that it is no longer allowed for people to be happy about anything. Everything is a problem. If you are enjoying something it means you are doing some great Pol Pot type torture against the humanity. The only people who are allowed to be happy even 10% are criminals already in jail. Ok, calm down Mr. Mathrubootham, don’t go directly to climax, give some screenplay also. Ok. Fine. You want screenplay? Take it. So yesterday morning I got SMS from my lifelong friend and college classmate Edison Arockiaraj inviting me for Christmas party in his house. As soon as I saw the message I ran into the kitchen shouting, “Kamalam praise the lord, Edison has sent message, I have to prepare for party.” The moment she heard “Edison party,” her face instantly turned from Sumalatha in Thisai Maariya Paravaigal to Lalitha Kumari in Pathimoonam Number Veedu. I slowly walked backwards and stood slightly behind the fridge for protection. So, old man, what food and drink items will be there at this Christmas party, she asked. And then Mrs. Mathrubootham slowly took out all the blade attachments for the mixie and placed them on the kitchen counter one after the other slowly. Sir/ Madam, as you are well aware, my wife is a very broad-minded lady with modern taste and contemporary elegance. Except when it comes to non-vegetarian food items and hard drinks. Such things are 100% banned in our household. If you want, you have in your house, no problem, but if you bring to our house then on the spot Auto Shankar will take place. Many years ago, when I was working in Coimbatore branch, she suddenly came to visit me with children as a surprise. I had just come back from the office and was changing into domestic casuals when suddenly Kamalam appeared out of nowhere like demonetisation. At that very moment I remembered, oh my god there is half kilo boneless chicken biryani from Subbu Mess in the fridge. I told her, “My dear, you and the children relax, I will make tea and Maltova in five minutes.” Sir/ Madam, what I can say? In less than two minutes I converted chicken biryani into masala rice without wasting a single piece of chicken. (Money does not grow on tree.) Since that day I have never even touched chicken biryani except once or twice a month.
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