Dear Santa,
Everybody is mad at me because I didn't let Uncle score a century. But Uncle told me, why worry? I have enough. This I gift to you. So I took it and hit a six. But no one knows and Uncle is too tired from all those years of carrying India on his shoulders to make a statement. Can you please dress up as Uncle and make a public statement? You already have the curly hair. Just dye it black and shave the beard for a day. Okay? Okay. Merry Christmas!
Dear Santa,
When I was a young boy, I was thin. Now I am still a young boy but I am fat. It's all those hugs from Preity Zinta. She squeezes my sides so hard that all my fat come and accumulate in the lower middle gut. I have told her to stop but she won't listen. Now my fingers have fat in them and it is too much work to carry the bat. What I want for Christmas is the Mongoose bat so that it's easier to carry and my sausage fingers don't have to do too much work. Thank you!
Dear Santa,
Since I am already brilliant as a spinner and a pinch-hitter, all I want for Christmas is a red turban. That is all. I have everything else you see, including a life-long spot in the starting XI. Merry Christmas!
4 comments:
Good one Purna :-)
Any article dissing Durbhajan Singh must be good!
You are on quite a role aren't you.
Maybe on the last day of Christmas, all these will come true.
Great work haha.
dear santa,
i have been a good boy all year. i haven't sweared at anyone during or after the game, no over the top celebrations either. I even kissed and made up with the guy who slapped me.. then why am i having this bout of flu and being kept out of the team... i feel like crying...
may be bhajji was right, there is no santa
Raj, then there will be plenty more from me.
KK, thanks!
pRAFs, I don't think Santa likes kissing boys.
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