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You know sometimes American way is a right way to go. You meet a girl at a bar, get a number, see her next week, get laid, then fall in love & may be in few months get married. End of the story!! But I wasn’t thinking that way. So here I’m trying to be Momma’s nice boy and dumped the BMW(hope you all remember her) and agreed to marry the girl that they are looking for. They found one, beautiful, decent and sushil, sukumari (not sure about that one), ghar khaane and blah blah blah…..Got to know her. Guess from where?? FB!! Obviously: / Checked her out from each and every angle. It seemed she has B-cup and fine rear end. That’s the first two criteria I look at. Anyway, we shared our numbers, started talking (thanks sajha.com for raaza.com recommendation). Few days of talk and here we are DDLJ. Love is in the air. Now like every Bollywood film, there’s always Amrish Puri somewhere. So this Amrish Puri, uncle of my Simran(remember her?) wants to check me out. He is some big shot in valley. He asked me for my resume. I am surprised and told myself, “ okay which one you want? The one that has 5 years of gas station experience or the one that has 5 years of System Administrator work experience.” But I gave him my consultancy resume anyway. Then I was asked if I had green card. I said that I don’t but I expect to have in future. The smart ass knows everything about the students, their struggle, F1, H1, and everything. I was told to come back when I have a green card. So here I am shocked, I don’t know what to say. Never been rejected or dejected like that not even in job interview. At least they said  that I’d be notified about the decision. So my inner lion started roaring and asked him, “okay, you tell me now what's so special about your girl? He goes like, “ none of your business! You came to ask her hand.” Almost all the cuss words that I learnt in the States came out, somehow pushed them down my throat and was able to say, “thank you sir for your valuable time. It was my pleasure to meet you.” Then I walked out with an 80 year old like grumpy face.

On the way back, my anger management stopped working, ego started erupting and went back again & flipped him on his face and said, “You know what? F**k you and your girl. I don't need her a$$.”Then I ran for my life.

Gahira ghar lai pahira dar, dada ghar lai ........  darr!!!

Actually I didn’t do that, but I am just saying bruv!! ;)

Thanks,

Mangale,

 I likes it.. carry on bruv.

 "Then I ran for my life" 

Hahahaha.

nice one.

 i think your writing english is gud...if you can help me to write some paper...i would really appreaciate you...[Disallowed String for - bad word] that guys bruv ,that mofo don;t know, what you did to her daughter ....

@cuptan Didn't quite get whay you saying...and about my writing... Lol.. Like I said before, do not look for literary work at my stuffs... they are written under the influence of 2 miller lites ;)
Thanks everyone for comments, likes,dislikes & upvotes. Sort of surprised on this one.

haha... well written.

Fact or fiction, what a titillating read enriched with a lot of Nepalese sense and sensibilities.