<!-- --><style type="text/css">@import url(https://www.blogger.com/static/v1/v-css/navbar/3334278262-classic.css); div.b-mobile {display:none;} </style> </head><body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/plusone.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID\x3d9808610\x26blogName\x3dCurrylingus\x26publishMode\x3dPUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT\x26navbarType\x3dSILVER\x26layoutType\x3dCLASSIC\x26searchRoot\x3dhttp://currylingus.blogspot.com/search\x26blogLocale\x3den_US\x26v\x3d2\x26homepageUrl\x3dhttp://currylingus.blogspot.com/\x26vt\x3d7255938197309832552', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>

of fading ideologies & goodbyes

April 01, 2005


Greetings Bloglings,
I'm having a hard time saying this but some things just can't keep from being expressed. After thinking long and hard about my life, my future, and my personal substance, I have decided to call an end to my peculiar writing style.

What kind of crazy person chooses NOT to start every sentence with a capital letter? I'm not willing to be that crazy person anymore. That person is just plain crazy.

Also, I have awakened to the theory of intelligent design. Go fuck yourself Darwin, you don't know me. Your theory is based on one too many cosmic coincidences. Is your foot also in your mouth by coincidence? FOOL!

I am no longer a Bad Indian Girl, I am a good god-fearing citizen.

I'd like to take this opportunity to invite everyone to my wedding in June. Yes, you heard me right. This girl's no longer flying sans wedding band. I decided it was time to settle down, you know? With a nice Gujarati boy. And have some babies, one girl (Falguni) and one boy (Kamlesh). D-rock understands that my sub-continental bearing can have but one logical conclusion and we will always remain committed friends. My beau is a certain Dr. Nilesh Patel. He is brilliant and has a really sweet smile. My parents have hooked me up and I'm moving to England. Who knows if I'll have the time to blog with my busy new life as wife.

Nothing short of Divine Intervention has led me to believe that this is the course my life must take. This is what I was born to do. If you don't like it then talk to the Big Man in Big Sky. My friends, I hope you are as happy about this as I am. Do come to the wedding (no alcohol or meat allowed), details will be posted at a later date.

My Love & Prayers are with you always,
Neha

posted by Neha
10:01 AM

1 Comments:

Blogger Prince Fantastik said...

MUHAHAHA Dont scare me like that gurlie.

POST THE FLYER ALREADY!

4/01/2005 02:34:00 PM  

Post a Comment

<< Home