We Indians have the rare talent of turning every thing into a festival, even our PTM is like celebrating a festival.

The only difference is, on that day, instead of sweets. Insults gets exchanged in between your parents and teachers about you, and the only thing that gets distributed, is your bad habits in front of your friends.

Mummy, main toh tereko meri iszhad bachane ke liye layithi, tune toh ushi iszhad par mitti dal di.