Why life sucks?

Why ?

WHY?

why?

I don’t know.

YES, i KNOW.

Coz, I messed things up.

F*****#@#$…..I can’t.

Simply sucking life.

gifts

We all love gifts , na?

we love to give gifts as well as get gifts….to persons we love ….from persons we love…

i don’t remember the last time i got some proper gift….

When B’s parents returned back to Calcutta, from US, I had expected some gifts…yes, really….I know , its tough for them carry lots of things , but me n K being the only younger cousins …can’t we expect that much? its not that they did nt bring anything for B’s real cousins….but yes, we are cousins-in-law…aint it? so, wat….did i ever forget to wish them on their birthdays and anniversaries wen her own cousin forgot? and wat about P? could nt he ask them to give to M so that she could give it to us , later?

and when B herself returned to the city last year, all she could get for me was some prototype cucumber lotion , which is hard to use and a washinton D.c  Magnet??? huh ?? is that wat you bring for your loved ones? your younger sister and brother supposedly ??? after all those lovey-lovey scraps in orkut ???? and P?? didnt we have some absolutely wonderful moments as cousins???

and M and MD doesnt even bother to give any gifts during pujas…all they can give is money…who will make them realise that a gift is a memento?

i’d prefer gifts anyday on any occasion , that cheques or money, at least from loved ones……it serves as a memento for that person….reminds you of that person whenever you look at that gift….

so, people gift me :p