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The Art of blame🌝

If hypocrisy were an Olympic sport, these people would be winning gold medals while complaining that the podium is too dusty.
This has reached the level of "Family Group Admin" psychosis. These people are operating on a logic that’s even more tangled than the wires behind a local internet provider’s pole. They’ll spend their entire morning acting like a professional Naagin, hissed at everyone and spreading poison, but the second you look at them, they switch into "Bechari Bahu" mode faster than a channel change during a cricket match.

​It’s truly a comedy circus. They will literally set your house on fire and then have the audacity to complain about the quality of the smoke. They’re out here doing phoo-pha like a pressure cooker with a broken whistle, blaming you for the heat while they’re the ones sitting on the stove!

​Watching them try to "corner" you with gossip is like being lectured on traffic rules by a guy riding a buffalo on the wrong side of the highway. Their jealousy is so high-voltage it could probably solve India’s power crisis, yet they use all that energy just to calculate how to make you look like the villain. Honestly, their life’s mission is to find a problem for every solution you have.

​At this point, don't even be upset. Just treat them like those unskippable YouTube ads—loud, annoying, completely irrelevant to your life, and usually trying to sell a product (their lies) that nobody wants to buy. Give them a standing ovation for their performance, because carrying that much masala in their heads without their brains turning into pav bhaji is a genuine medical miracle!

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