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Better Sorry, bitter Sorry or butter Sorry

Gone are the days of the saying—better safe than sorry. In the age of ‘Who-cares?’ , people rampantly through the word ‘sorry’ on anybody’s face in any circumstances of their mistakes. No matter
, who they are saying for and what they are saying for. It begins like a fad and settles as a trait among the teens. They use it frequently and carelessly without meaning it as a garb of sobriety and use it to shield their serious mistakes in a friendly way.

i cringe at this shameless ‘sorry’. i simply say on such situations ‘Don’t say it’. Good Oldies always say, of course, in a detest, “Angrez chale gaye aur ‘Sorry’ chod gaye.” When i here such careless sorry, i become red-hot iron from inside. But showing an omni-pityous expression, i pardon the guilty one without any sign of burning furnace inside.

Some Sorrys are groan by some bitter buddies. Especially when they don’t want to say it but they have to unwillingly say it. To those i categorize as ‘Bitter Sorrys’. These are not meant from heart but as a sign of helplessness. These are bit similar to those shameless ones. Mostly heard from teen fashion-queens, when they are caught in some helpless situations at the time of showing passes at the gate and they have forgotten them in parlors or at the time of showing incomplete notes to a disliked professor. This bitter sorry also comes from some teen model-kings at the time of when they are in hurry and dash-hurt some aged person or caught on-the-spot travelling without ticket.

While a special category of sorry is ‘Butter Sorry’. Don’t think Amul. Or low-fat either. These Sorrys are full of ‘maska’. And used by many ones irrespective of the gender. At the time of getting the work done anyhow, these Sorrys do not wait. More often they make perfect bait out of it. It’s a sharpest of all Sorrys yet the one at whom it is thrown remains unhurt and could say no. We all know this Butter Sorry better….

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