The Great Indian Feud
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The 1990s was one of the best decades for most Indians. Why? Because that marked the birth of an unparalleled generation - this coming from 1995ian. We stepped into a time-frame that relapsed the orthodoxy of our preceding generation while simultaneously transitioning into an era of modernisation that welcomed "change" with great zeal.
So here we are till date figuring out where we belong and trying to fit into a category, seldom realising that we are a kind of our own! So this is our story, my story - bringing you the typical Indian stereotypes that threaten to ruin our lives in the day and make us laugh a bit longer at night.
- Story from every Indian household voiced by the 1995ian.
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"Etiquette and politeness according to me, need to be treated right. That is, it needs to be given to the right people." "And I think that you believe that 99.99% of people don't deserve that." His lips curved to hint an arrogant smile. "Invariably." "Don't you think that depicts derision for normalcy? Not everyone can be perfect enough to receive your impeccable politeness." "You must realize one thing, Ms. Kapoor, I don't like anything short of excellence. So, I extend my graciousness accordingly." ..... Yeah. And that's just one tiny conversation with him. Being Sameera Kapoor, I cant tell you that the name would bring you some great responses. Most of which would talk about my ability to disregard rules and talk my way out of things. Teachers, of course, might have another opinion. But when my boss, the ever-so-esteemed Robert Davidson, recruited me, I should have thought of the repercussions that could result then and there. The repercussions started after he demanded for an audience with Vidhyuth Chopra. We-el. Easier said than done, mister. We are talking about a Devil here. A grey eyed, arrogant looking, sculpted face bearing, accented, ultra successful Devil, who has taken an immediate and intense dislike for me. Now, now, now, its not like I am one of his serial fangirls too, talk about a dire need for an Attitude Adjustment. Anyway, in the advent of this, mysteries get solved, pasts get dug and brought up, closure is in the verge of getting- closed? (I am sorry, it's kind of difficult to talk deep stuff about myself), and I, Sameera Kapoor, along with a crazy set of people go through life as a fantastic 24 year old. So hop in! Lets have some fun! WELCOME! Get ready to love me! Copyright guys. No imitation of this work is permissible.
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