Remember when Robert Langdon ran across the Vatican City to save the potential popes… Wait, that was Angels & Demons in Inferno he was exploring Dante’s hell or as I would like to call it – my social life.

As a kid, my sole archenemy was that piece of Parle-G biscuit which decided never to come out after the dip in holy tea and also that was later ruined by one Mr. Khurana using it as an innuendo for erectile dysfunction. I mean this Mr. Khurana could have his own problems and I have mine.

My archenemy, now,  is this adulthood and his sidekicks are those people who come to remind me that I have grown up. I have. I mean the midriff which was once a hanger-on which I used to drape my clothes has grown up to become a balloon which enters a room before my face could. Hairs which romanced with air once are now found sleeping with the towel. Their life is going down the drain.

These are all good things. I mean these are just traits of the aging process. My irritation doesn’t sprout from this but from the fact that other fellow assholes are aging too… and few them like wine – they smell foul and when stirred they throw up(fuckers!)

They throw up advice and opinions with subtle advice. These fuckers have opinions about everything. And if they have to be believed then they and their relatives have undergone every existing circumstances possible in this world.

These group of individuals and their covalent come in all shapes, sizes and holier than thou lifestyle choices and react badly to sarcasm. Their choices of weapons are Religion, Social Norms, Parampara-Pratishta-Anushashan, and something that happened to someone else. All they seek is their retirement plans and your happiness.

What can you and I do to void this?

Umm, let me know if you have any solution or poison to give them.