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Random Observations - Part 1

While going about your life everyday, sometimes you stumble upon interesting and amusing thoughts or observations. Maybe because my mind is always in a super-critical/ super-cynical mode, I might tend to have more such observations.

Until recently, I would post such thoughts/ observations on Facebook, as my status update or whatever. But now, as those who read my blog regularly (read as - nobody) will know, I have deleted my Facebook account. So I have decided that from now on, I will post them in a bunch here.

Random Observation (RO) #1

The rich need ways to spend their money. So they buy tea for 500 bucks.

RO #2

A boy and a girl (or a male and female, adult or otherwise) can only be "just" friends if there is ABSOLUTELY no possibility of any sexual activity. This would mean that a guy and a girl can only be friends if they are family (at least in most cases) or either of them is an out and out homosexual.

Nothing, I repeat, nothing else can hinder that. Physical features, mental health, half dead. Nope. Not gonna make a difference. You will do something stupid that will ruin the friendship or take it to the "next level".

RO #3

In this beautiful country (no, I'm not being sarcastic!) of mine, when a guy and a girl say that they are "just" friends, it is a way of saying, "Yes, we are dating!".

That's all for now, I can assure you, I'll be back with some more ROs soon! Until then.


P.S If you're interested to see the other parts of the ROs, here's the link http://amritkosaraju.blogspot.in/p/random-observations.html

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