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Open letter to Sania MIrza

I have no idea who this Khamba is, but someone with really strong feelings and a whacky sense of humour. Includes some offensive words, but they express the writer’s feeling best.

Open letter to Ms. Sania Mirza
Posted by Khamba on March 30, 2010

I’m pissed Sania. Pissed. For years I have tolerated your pathetic second round exits on court and not said anything in the spirit of feminism. For years I have not commented on the size of your ever increasing love handles brought on by copious amounts of biryani. For years I have heard you make an ass of yourself at press conferences and make incoherent excuses in a fake accent. For years I have told myself that my friends in Hyderabad were wrong in saying that you stank and people didn’t like sitting next to you in high school. I even supported you when then mullahs were against your dressing sense (largely because your shaking thunder thighs reminded me of the good ol days of Silk…

Anybody remember this????


"First you say you're always with me,
Because being with me is fun.
Say you'll go the whole distance,
Since the love that you found.
All right. Come on, what's going on?
What you're thinkin'?
Then you say you need me,
Like the garden needs rain.
Then you go and deceive me,
Like it's all in the game...
All in the game..."



You got to leave me now, you got to go alone
You got to chase a dream, one that's all your own
Before it slips away
When you're flyin' high, take my heart along
I'll be the harmony to every lonely song
That you learn to play

When you're soarin' through the air
I'll be your solid ground
Take every chance you dare
I'll still be there
When you come back down
When you come back down

I'll keep lookin' up, awaitin' your return
My greatest fear will be that you will crash and burn
And I won't feel your fire
I'll be the other hand that always holds the line
Connectin' in between your sweet heart and mine
I'm strung out on that wire

And I'll be on the other end, To hear you when you call
Angel, you were born to fly, If you get too high
I'll catch you when you fall
I'll catch you when you fall

Your memory's the sunshine every new day brings
I know the sky is calling
Angel, let me help …