hate life in the fast lane. can't take chasing local goons anymore. i mean it isn't the most exciting part of the job as you can see. i am beginning to have nightmares about all those goons whom i have chased in the past baying for my blood.
so how do you react when you work so hard that you are gonna drop dead and finish ten stories in 4 days for your paper, and the discover that only 5 have been taken? just how? grind your teeth.,,imagine your sub coming under a road roller...
maqbool is the nicest thing to have happened to me this week. this macbeth turned desi is simply superb. flows like a poem.