An ideal world would be one in which all promises are kept, no rules are broken and people truly love and respect each other.
But such a world exists only in Karan Johar movies where the men are more gorgeous than Chris Hemsworth, the women’s legs are longer than the whole of me and they show all of it, and where love happens in London, Paris or San Fracisco with firangis dancing in the background wearing lehengas designed by Manish Malhotra.
It’s all rosy in Mills Boon novels too, where after 100 pages of keeping passions and emotions in check and denying each other’s existence, the lovebirds finally unleash it all and live happily ever after.
The world is a beautiful place in my fantasies too. In it, I am 10 kgs lesser than my actual weight.
But reality is a far cry from all the mush and the slush. In our world, we have politicians who promise to erase poverty, but instead erase the poor. From their view point, it isn’t a grave injustice. They promised to hatao the girib-i and inst