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The comedy and the Ritual

        The hilarious yesterday was so much influential that it left traces of giggles and smiles on the today too and along with those giggles, this post. The morning article in Delhi Times yesterday about the mocking of the custom of "karva-chauth" was quiet and mocking one in itself, accompanied by examples throughout the day. Girls and guys, fasting to show their love to their spouses is the sickest step one could take in love I guess(or there could be others too, I really don't know).
         My friend who stays in a hostel in Gaziabad, told me the scene which was created in her hostel in the evening, which made me laugh to my intestines out. Out of 98 girls in the entire hostel, 70 mad women were fasting. And how they broke off their fasts you ask, the technology slams the answer to your face, video chat. I mean how foolish could one really become.
         I was just about to close my wide laughing mouth and get back to studies(well my exams are just few inches away) when my brother gave a boost to that laughter when he entered the house at night mocking the guys who fasted for their girls. I mean what, seriously? Well, I guess that the hatter was not the only mad person in earth. There are mad people roaming around without their hats on. BTW, this whole lot of people I've been talking about, aren't married or engaged. They mock the customs like these just for a stupid reason.
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