Fact of life: We always desire things that we cannot have, be it that sinful chocolate cake with whipped cream and ice-cream and other delectable add-ons, or a law degree from a fancy ivy league school, which doesn't strip us off every last penny from our coffer. Our thirst persists, despite silent protests from within.

We even fall for PEOPLE that we cannot have. The bespectacled, suave guy, with broody looks, dreamy eyes, faint stubble, patrician hands, and crisp shirts. The guy with the smooth, husky voice, who likes literature and poetry and world politics and who drinks mint tea and reads travelogues in coffee shops. The guy who has probably charmed a million girls with his debonair charm and wit, and who has left behind a heap of soggy crumpled tissues.

We know what's good for us, and what's bad for us, but still, the brief sweetness on our tongue is always chosen over the bitterness and the burning.

Karela juice or chocolate milkshake? We know the goddamn answer!