What if's, When and How

Mere sawal, aapke jawab.
Sorry, this isn't the title of some corny Hindi movie, but maybe you really really have an answer to these rhetorical questions which trouble me night and day.
1) What will happen when Amitabh Bachchan dies? (I often think of this when I see the contestants of KBC and their relatives gushing at him. Will there be a riot or a stampede before his house? Will one of his myriad admirers also end his life?)
2) What will happen to Bachchan Bahu, AB's Baby and Jaya ma when Big B is no more? (Oops, I forgot the grandchild)
3) Can the Saifeena's (the name sucks) wedding details and the wedding itself be pre-poned and finished with before it becomes the wedding godzilla? (I for one don't want to know what is darling Saifu and his darling Bebo going to wear on their big day.)
4) Why can't I dream of hogging on marble cake without worrying about the calories and how they will sit pretty on my hips and tummy? (Oh well! I would like to eat all that I can without it showing on my physique - this isn't a dream I am dreaming of, by the way)
5) Do 5 rounds around the park amount to 3km walk?
6) Why do I force myself to sleep for an hour when the sun rays and my conscience are pushing me to sit up and pull on those sneakers and go for a walk?
7) When can I cut my hair? Why aren't they growing? Will I look good in a short hair cut? What about the chubby cheeks then? Will I look like a behenji if I tie my hair in a plait? Why, oh, why can't I decide how I want to look?
8) Why do I dream of shopping when I don't have the money in my pocket?
9) Why can't I chuck what I am doing now and do what I really, really want?
10) Why don't I have the guts to do it?
11) What am I afraid of?
12) Where are my friends?
13) Why do I have to hang around with 40+ ppl?
14) Why are their kids in 20s or maybe even younger?
15) Why don't I fit in either age bracket?
16) Why have I stopped doing things I really like?
17) Why do I always crib?
18) Why does that man stare at me?
19) Why doesn't he go waste his moony-eyed looks on someone else?
20) Why does she go on and on on her phone without us having to hear about the insipid details of her life?
21) How come she has the time to yap away?
22) Doesn't she have any work?
23) I wonder if he has gone for the test?
24) What if he hasn't?
25) Will there be another fight?
26) Will it help if I sulk?
27) What if I can sleep for the entire day?
28) Will such a day come?
29) Will I be happy with only one such day?
30) Will I get an answer to all these questions?
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PS: I am not PMSng. I am just thinking and questioning.

Comments

  1. Anonymous21 September 2011 at 23:32

    I also think when will Bib-B die! Cruel on our part.

    I do not care about saif-kareena though.
    If men stare, let them.
    You can eat as much you like :)
    And no I do not have any work, but yes I am PMSing :P

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  2. Life Unordinary31 October 2011 at 00:16

    I will admit to have thought of question 1-5 as well!

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