To the assholes who trailed/led/rode along me and my father

A big large Eff you. May your sisters and mothers and girlfriends and wives be subjected to the most inhuman form of eve teasing ever. Actually, may you be subjected to some horrific, grade A adam teasing while your hopefully better halves look on and feel useless. I don't think your mother really taught you how to respect a woman, else you would never have done what you did. And just so you know BTW, a shirt open till the 3rd or was it the 4th button - not sexy/cool/hot/nice/[fill in your choice of adjective] It looks ugly, nasty and so totally desperate.

May your vehicles run out of gas in the middle of a jungle and you be left alone for a few days. May your spare tyre burst after you have just replaced the puncture and may you loose all your hair in one go - may be something like a chemical reaction to the new hair oil you tried that promised miracles - Lord knows your hair oil shone in the night. May you be humiliated and embarassed and may this be repeated.

 May you rot in hell - that was my first thought, but then that would be being too nice to you and waiting till you die, which would be so not fair. So I hope that you be bit by a thousand ants and find no relief. May you have to walk for ever in the sweltering Indore heat and have no warm clothes in winter.

May you basically be miserable. Amen.
Purva

[No I am not the Gandhian person, I do not believe in being nice to those who are not nice to me or mine.]