I had wished if someone had hurled a shoe at me, or at least a hawai chappal. I was terrified of perishing without getting a chance to display my magnanimity. It seemed like eternity to wait to pardon someone and soak myself in a pool of narcissistic pleasure, letting out orgasmic moans thinking of the noble deed.
But here in our state we don’t pardon any such fellas. Hurling chappals is not our culture you know. We believe in upholding the mantle of culture and morality higher and higher. If you have any doubt, just ask the girls we bashed up for trying to import the firangi culture and spoil ours.
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You may forgive someone who hurled chappal at you, but not a girl who goes to a pub.
Why 'our state'? Isn't better to say 'our country'?
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'Our state' because I was referring to the statement made by Karnatka CM when a chappal was hurled at him. Though his predecssors, Home Minister P. Chidambaram as well as the PM were just too eager to pardon the accused, our man showed no such magnanimity.That's interesting.
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