Oh No, She Didn't

Jiah Khan, I still remember the first time I saw you in Ghajini. Apart from the horrendous male ape you had a crush on in the movie (read Aamir Khan), you looked so innocent and flirty like a little sexy bunny. Look at you now, you've gone and killed yourself. I mean who among us can solemnly say that we haven't had that exact same thought. But do we go ahead and actually do it? I'm not so sure about that. What surprises me about your ridiculous decision is that you actually decided to kill yourself because of your turbulent relationship with Suraj Pancholi! Really, you must be shitting me. Even a turd looks better than Suraj Pancholi. Turds have personality. They squeeze their way out of your rectum jubilant of their new found freedom, only to drown in an ocean of turds and flushed down like unwanted cretins. Suraj Pancholi doesn't even have the personality of a turd and yet he gets to roam free, making women kill themselves over him. How fair is that? If men had the power to make women hang themselves in frustration, a woman would kill herself every 5 seconds, but we don't have that power, do we, Jiah? It's women like you who empower men like Suraj Pancholi. But we can hope that your sacrifice, sorry suicide will prevent other retarded women from doing the same or, it may just give them the right motivation to go ahead with it. Either way, no one cares, life moves on and you live to die another day. Now isn't that a wonderful proposition? 

I would take you home to mother, but then, you just killed yourself!