It was a rainy day.i was on the upper bunk of my bunker bed,counting just how many inches thick that coating of grime on the fan was..
well i could hear the muttered prayers of my roommate below (hey! i mean the lower bunk),praying for the bedscrews to hold,for his sake...
lost in thought as usual (a relentless user of those grey cells i am..), i looked outside...outside it was showdown.. seems the god had decided to let it all out... a conscious user of the language would have termed it as "raining cats and dogs",except for the fact that,there he didn't mean those animals which us humans lavish with the luxuries for which many unfortunate fellow beings would give their eyeteeth... and so much for those stupid "cats and dogs",hey those are droplets of water people...figure of speech my a#*!!!!
ok back to me,being of the melancholy type i remembered those good moments,those bad moments,family,love blah blah blah...you know the usual crap all college-going boys like me spend time thinking on, instead of on the so called "enlightening quest" for knowledge....meanwhile, my roommate slept off,curling under his blanket as if the devil himself was after him (hey! he looks like a foetus when he is curled up like that..disgusting. a 23 year old foetus is no longer a foetus, its a tumour)...
Finally i decided that it was time for those (poor) bedscrews to be free of the crushing burden of my big fat a#*(ahh! weight-loss that distant oasis in the desert of obesity)...The thump with which my return to terra-firma was accomplished prompted my mate to pay out a particularly rude expletive, which some warrior of the past had invented,thinking of who-knows-what pain..
Sunday afternoon,as it was, i was free as are our nations leaders at present..no probably i am wrong coz even they would be busy stashing away money in some ultra-secretive swiss bank or a bank on that heaven-of-the-embezzler Cayman islands...well then i settled on the only god-forsaken chair,cursing it for not serving its purpose,due to a particularly creative idea of some screwed up engineer somewhere who placed that all-important obsession for modernity over any sane idea of comfort...
I looked outside the window and saw a sheet of water (you know, the one you see when you have a waterfall over your head).. god,now i have to go to college wearing my blue jeans all brown with slush and pretend that its the new style on the block.. amazing how acting fashion-savvy helps you out in such tight situations..makes it easy to wear a rat/moth eaten jeans or a torn skirt for all you gals out there, and still get to pretend to be this hyper-cool guy/gal (while in fact you are praying that at least your undergarments are clean,coz they show)...Well the fact that all that slush would only make my poor jeans happy coz they can then expect to go near that most elusive and rare places (for them i mean),THE WASHING MACHINE,that heaven of detergent and water ,which they get to visit in about an era.(hey what are jeans for???)..
Slush apart, rainy days were good...think of those cozy nights (and most of the morning for me),curled up on that warm bed (alas! alone...) with a warm blanket over you...what can a poor, lazy boy do on a sunday?? so back to the bed it was,soundless though,as my poor heart couldn't bear an encore of that unparlimentary word from my mate.. as for him he was fast asleep,much like a roadside hag after drinking cheap booze he got at two pence a pint (oh shit!! now i gotta hide this)...
finally i got on the bed (now THAT is a herculean task if ever there was one)....Any bum would and should know that an idle mind is a devil's workshop...well, my workshop had just rolled-up its shutters...an interesting thing about boys is that, even when they get a picosecond of free time,their highly efficient (forgive the self-flattery) brains,tune into the most obvious haven to which all roads from the average college-going boy's head go,GIRLS....
I,by luck or fate,was an exception to this universal school of thought ( if..there is such a massive school somewhere)... hey,i am straight,so no shiv sena..but you know,once in a while there comes this really-great (this thing is getting to my head) exception to a widely-followed rule.I was one of those exceptions (he he)..Girls, bah humbug, i used to say (for which there would invariantly be swift retribution from my love-struck friends).."whats wrong???",i would argue,after all i've known many more crazy ideas (read "out-of-the-box")...
Well,i thought,girls have this huge potential of being an unerring pain in the a#*,that boys somehow tend to acquire as they battle on through life...well in context to certain girls i've heard of i can say that at least leeches were used in ancient medicines? coz they both seem to work on the same principle (now this is what i call "selective chauvinism").Its high time that girls understand that boys are diamonds...cool,efficient,practical,stylish..ahh! but a pity of nature,diamonds are brittle (and here is where girls come in :-P)..
Bless the guy who told that"diamonds are a girls best friend"..(probably he works for De Beers)... at this point of time an analogy hit the grey region (some people might be amazed to know that i have one) ,"its not just the shackles (girlfriends) that the average boy is scared of, we know that there has to be a guillitone (Marriage)"...But did god give us any other options?.....
No,no,no don't get me wrong..i am not the stupid girl-bashing guy that most of you have imagined me as.... my theory applies only to certain members of " The fairer sex"...Well,some of you might be happy (you better not be!!) that its time to wind up this ode to the oppression of the innocents.(the grey cells are crying for mercy you know)..Time to tell a tearful..ha ha ha..got you there eh??ciao for now...
well i could hear the muttered prayers of my roommate below (hey! i mean the lower bunk),praying for the bedscrews to hold,for his sake...
lost in thought as usual (a relentless user of those grey cells i am..), i looked outside...outside it was showdown.. seems the god had decided to let it all out... a conscious user of the language would have termed it as "raining cats and dogs",except for the fact that,there he didn't mean those animals which us humans lavish with the luxuries for which many unfortunate fellow beings would give their eyeteeth... and so much for those stupid "cats and dogs",hey those are droplets of water people...figure of speech my a#*!!!!
ok back to me,being of the melancholy type i remembered those good moments,those bad moments,family,love blah blah blah...you know the usual crap all college-going boys like me spend time thinking on, instead of on the so called "enlightening quest" for knowledge....meanwhile, my roommate slept off,curling under his blanket as if the devil himself was after him (hey! he looks like a foetus when he is curled up like that..disgusting. a 23 year old foetus is no longer a foetus, its a tumour)...
Finally i decided that it was time for those (poor) bedscrews to be free of the crushing burden of my big fat a#*(ahh! weight-loss that distant oasis in the desert of obesity)...The thump with which my return to terra-firma was accomplished prompted my mate to pay out a particularly rude expletive, which some warrior of the past had invented,thinking of who-knows-what pain..
Sunday afternoon,as it was, i was free as are our nations leaders at present..no probably i am wrong coz even they would be busy stashing away money in some ultra-secretive swiss bank or a bank on that heaven-of-the-embezzler Cayman islands...well then i settled on the only god-forsaken chair,cursing it for not serving its purpose,due to a particularly creative idea of some screwed up engineer somewhere who placed that all-important obsession for modernity over any sane idea of comfort...
I looked outside the window and saw a sheet of water (you know, the one you see when you have a waterfall over your head).. god,now i have to go to college wearing my blue jeans all brown with slush and pretend that its the new style on the block.. amazing how acting fashion-savvy helps you out in such tight situations..makes it easy to wear a rat/moth eaten jeans or a torn skirt for all you gals out there, and still get to pretend to be this hyper-cool guy/gal (while in fact you are praying that at least your undergarments are clean,coz they show)...Well the fact that all that slush would only make my poor jeans happy coz they can then expect to go near that most elusive and rare places (for them i mean),THE WASHING MACHINE,that heaven of detergent and water ,which they get to visit in about an era.(hey what are jeans for???)..
Slush apart, rainy days were good...think of those cozy nights (and most of the morning for me),curled up on that warm bed (alas! alone...) with a warm blanket over you...what can a poor, lazy boy do on a sunday?? so back to the bed it was,soundless though,as my poor heart couldn't bear an encore of that unparlimentary word from my mate.. as for him he was fast asleep,much like a roadside hag after drinking cheap booze he got at two pence a pint (oh shit!! now i gotta hide this)...
finally i got on the bed (now THAT is a herculean task if ever there was one)....Any bum would and should know that an idle mind is a devil's workshop...well, my workshop had just rolled-up its shutters...an interesting thing about boys is that, even when they get a picosecond of free time,their highly efficient (forgive the self-flattery) brains,tune into the most obvious haven to which all roads from the average college-going boy's head go,GIRLS....
I,by luck or fate,was an exception to this universal school of thought ( if..there is such a massive school somewhere)... hey,i am straight,so no shiv sena..but you know,once in a while there comes this really-great (this thing is getting to my head) exception to a widely-followed rule.I was one of those exceptions (he he)..Girls, bah humbug, i used to say (for which there would invariantly be swift retribution from my love-struck friends).."whats wrong???",i would argue,after all i've known many more crazy ideas (read "out-of-the-box")...
Well,i thought,girls have this huge potential of being an unerring pain in the a#*,that boys somehow tend to acquire as they battle on through life...well in context to certain girls i've heard of i can say that at least leeches were used in ancient medicines? coz they both seem to work on the same principle (now this is what i call "selective chauvinism").Its high time that girls understand that boys are diamonds...cool,efficient,practical,stylish..ahh! but a pity of nature,diamonds are brittle (and here is where girls come in :-P)..
Bless the guy who told that"diamonds are a girls best friend"..(probably he works for De Beers)... at this point of time an analogy hit the grey region (some people might be amazed to know that i have one) ,"its not just the shackles (girlfriends) that the average boy is scared of, we know that there has to be a guillitone (Marriage)"...But did god give us any other options?.....
No,no,no don't get me wrong..i am not the stupid girl-bashing guy that most of you have imagined me as.... my theory applies only to certain members of " The fairer sex"...Well,some of you might be happy (you better not be!!) that its time to wind up this ode to the oppression of the innocents.(the grey cells are crying for mercy you know)..Time to tell a tearful..ha ha ha..got you there eh??ciao for now...
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Hey, I just came across your blog ( well i saw your name on my orkut profile's visitor list and ended up here) and I really liked the way you write stuff. I am fed up of seeing blogs which write abt technology, softwares and all those junk. This was something new.
I think you belong to ISU ( so am I ) as I saw it in your communities link on orkut.
happy blogging. Keep it up :)
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