Should Prince Harry apologize?

There is no need for Prince Harry to apologize for appearing a Nazi-type garb. It is being made into a big deal for nothing and Prince Charles is rightly backing his son.

But why am I writing about this Prince Harry affair? May be it’s the effect of that Page 3 program I was boringly watching on the ZOOM channel. Those guys are really cheaters I must say. In the promo of the program they flashed the images of swim-suit calendar models and they said they’d show the coverage in the program. So like an innocent, trusting individual I watched the entire program hoping to see some bikini-sporting models. All they showed was a couple of stupid parties where they interviewed people who had an impression that partying is the only thing to do in life and if they didn’t party Kofi Annan may have to resign from his UN post. I wonder why/how these guys spend such boring lives.

So this is the reason I’m writing about Prince Harry. But don’t worry; this blog hasn’t stooped down to covering the shady travails of famous but insignificant celebrities. Oh! I shouldn’t say such nasty things because every person is important in his/her own sphere of universe. Ok, I take my words back.

Nausea was the feeling that greeted me in the morning when I awoke. The world was spinning and whatever was inside vied to come out. Still, I ate two sunny-side-up eggs with a slice of bread and then practiced vocal music. Then my guruji came and I realized all my scales were topsy-turvy. In the midst of my spins it was a totally different experience to sing classical. My guruji was about to blow his top off when I re-gathered my senses and somehow managed to sing some correct notes and extenuate the circumstance. As soon as he left, I fell asleep on the very seat I was singing five minutes ago. And I think I’m still sleeping…