wakil.1, that must be our venerable Darshankaka (AKA Khusiyali Aunty) and Dharma Sankat (lovingly called Dharmay)! Oh my most favorite, lovable, huggable, morally perfect Grand Inquisitors Darshannkaka and Dharmay, it is sooo, sooo nice to see you sistaz again, without your heads stuck up that cyclist's ass for a change. If you clean your shit-bedecked eye lashes, you just might see that your fellow Nepalis are not such bad people, like me. But really, is there nuthin' you two inseparable lovers (of the Nepali Village People fame) don't do together?! As usual, here you are aggressively bullying, torturing (ggrrowlll), and ganging up (meow) on yet another dashing man for your unappeasable S&M pleasures, gggrrowlll!! Movin' on up from cycling brawn to ivy league brains, I see, naughty, naughty! Unwilling to see you dudettes weep again, like when your handsome cycling obsession spurned you, bicharas, I now promise to pray for your success in "patya-ing""this potentially huge catch, wink, wink, meow! You go girlz! Your oh so seriious tone, wise vision, your burning moral clarity and your precious, precious understanding of Nepalipan, not to mention your expertise on the ego and meditation--ohmigod, ohmigod, it is so, so deliciously hilarious that it makes me cry (pink hankie please). That super ignoramus Mr. Ashu (unlike you enlightened sistaz) is unfit to clean your pencil-heeled shoes, no sirree, or massage your smooth, waxed legs, ggrrowlll! That philistine has no chance against a Stanford alumnus (Khusiyali Aunty) and a Jalpaigudi Tech grad (Dharmay). You sistaz have repeatedly and unquestably proved yourselves to be THE intellectual heavyweights and THE moral commissars of this site, besides already holding the best dancers/singers awards with the Nepali Village People (applause please). So that these achivements are forever inscribed in the annals of Sajha history, I hereby declare you two undisputed Queens of Sajha and crown you with these fake diamond-studded plastiic tiaras (tali please). Let me be the first to drop to my knees and offer my obeisance (wink, wink) to your royal highnesses by sucking--I mean kissing your hennaed, perfume-drenched hands (ohmigod, ohmigod, I am fainting already, smelling salt please)! Oh, i can't stop these joyful tears, this is so, so sweet, touching and oh so fun!!!