Psychiatrists, and Germans

Salaam, Namaste, aur Sasreakaal
Hey guys, so first off, Ramadan Kareem. Sorry I know it's kinda late but better late than never right ? Well anyway I wanted to thank you guys for not being mad at me. I really wanted to post as soon as possible but that took forever because we have a lot of people coming over to say their sorry's because of my late aunt ( may her soul rest in piece). But anyway I'm surprised that while i was off blogger, a lot of stuff happened. So I just wanted to say thank you to Hamza and Kiran for joining my site. It seriously means a lot to me. I also wanted to thank Beyond Timid, for the award. Thank you soooooooo much guys. 

Now on with the post. So around last week my mom took me to a psychiatrist, because my mom thought that
I have issues just for writing a suicide poem. Honestly I just wrote the poem because I wasn't really in the best of moods, and it was while writing the poem I realized there really wasn't much reason to live. I mean everyone lives and their happy and all, but during life they all have to suffer a little bit. I mean people work their butts of like in Pakistan those little 6 year olds, they work and clean just so their mom can eat, and even on a good day it's not enough for them. It just makes me want to cry and it makes me realize that if god wills I  could be like that poor boy ( god forbid) so if that can happen anytime, then why not I end my life before that happens. Then some sense knocked into me. Suicide is haram. So that really made me actually start thinking more about the world.
. . .  oh Whoops sorry about the rambling. I got off track as usual

Moving on

So the psychiatrist appointment. Well I didn't feel like telling the lady what I told you guys. Instead I felt like having a little fun in the non-naughty way. So my psychiatrist was apparently a German named Dr. Schmidt. The funny part  was, she was bald. Not because of cancer or hair fall out or anything like that. Because she wanted to. So she looked pretty funny. But anyway, when she asked me what was it that was bugging me, I told her psychiatrists.  Then before she could say anything i started going on and on about how psychiatrists are nothing but losers who rip everyone off and they are basically gossip hungry people who can't find any gossip so they just gossip around about their clients' personal lives, and how most of them are ugly losers. So I basically I kept on insulting psychiatrists and Dr.Schmidt just kept on getting more and more red in the face. I was like that's my problem. Well that and also Germans. You should have seen her face. 

She was more red than satan !!!!

So anyway once I finished, I asked her what kind of Doctor she was just to piss her off more. She said psychiatrist. Then I was like well, it's better than being a damn German who blows up jews.. She told me that she was a German. I started cracking up and I told her that that's why she's single, bald, and lonely. So then she threw me out of her office. At first my mom wasn't that happy with me. But then at dinner when I told my dad about it he started cracking up, and then my mom did, and pretty soon my brother had found out and he was guffawing for a LLLOOONNNGGG time. 

Electric Train

A few days after Christmas, a mother was working in the kitchen listening to her young son playing with his new electric train in the living room. She heard the train stop and her son said, "All of you sons of bitches who want off, get the hell off now, cause this is the last stop! And all of you sons of bitches who are getting on, get your asses in the train, cause we're going down the tracks."  The mother went nuts and told her son, "We don't use that kind of language in this house. Now I want you to go to your room and you are to stay there for TWO HOURS. When you come out, you may play with your train, but I want you to use nice language."  Two hours later, the son comes out of the bedroom and resumes playing with his train. Soon the train stopped and the mother heard her son say, "All passengers who are disembarking from the train, please remember to take all of your belongings with you. We thank you for riding with us today and hope your trip was a pleasant one. We hope you will ride with us again soon." She hears the little boy continue, "For those of you just boarding, we ask you to stow all of your hand luggage under your seat. Remember, there is no smoking on the train. We hope you will have a pleasant and relaxing journey with us today."  As the mother began to smile, the child added, "For those of you who are pissed off about the TWO HOUR delay, please see the bitch in the kitchen."

Here's a funny video of akshay kumar as a psychiatrist in Bhool Bhulaiya. I love that guy, he's just too funny :)







OK  guys, I bid you farewell. But remember this guys. If you ever get in a fight with someone then just forgive and forget, because you are never sure if you will ever see them again. Aur anyway, as Sharukh Khan said in Dilwale Dulhania le jayenge, bade bade deshon me, aisi chhoti chhoti baate hoti rehti hain ;)