Back in Black.

Months after it never ceases to haunt.
Better it will be for me to understand.
For me to reflect. For me to show interest.
Should swallow the bitter pill with music's tonic.
And tomorrow will be better suited for the quest.
The Quest. To learn. To stop feeling bleak.
From you, all I ask it for honesty. For courage.
For myself, all I wish is to induce happiness.
And he wouldn't be free as he was before.
And it all wouldn't be the same as it was.
Never.
Ever.
And.
What the fack?!
It was all meant for something else. Not for this.

Not exactly in the mood to write. Had this one written somewhere. So posted just bcas I said I will be regular.

Good Night \m/

[Of Exams, Stubbornness and.....Pwnage]**

Breaking News: I have finally decided to spend some more time in here. Yes. I know billions and trillions and zillions have always wanted me to do this. So, make sure you celebrate.Cheers!!

4 hrs of Gaming. 2 shameless hours of trying to study. 2 hrs of sleep. And the rest. Well n0 porn. Just the regular usual shit. Shit man...These exams. I hardly had the time to do anything. My gaming buddies missed me so much that a few of them slashed their wrists and a handful tried to kill themselves by jumping off their gay pink bunk bed. 12 15 17 19 27. Almost everyone around me is familiar with these numbers. Exams. 12 15 17 19 gone. I got pwned. Now 27th. Total pwnage. 5 excruciatingly painful days of unadulterated pwnage. What about you? How many days a week do you get pwned? Oh shit..Wait. Some people got pwned too since the last time I wrote.

1. Bush___Lmao got pwned with footwear. Made in Iraq. What the fack?
2. Antulay___Biatch was trying to manufacture politics over martyrs. What the fack?
3. Patil___What more...I had to google to get his name. Filthy noob. What the fack?
4. Sania Mirza___Keeps getting pwned every now and then.
5. rGv___rofl!!!! Terrorism tourism. Better sense prevailed. Got pwnd.
6. Deshmukh___Son pwned his father along with no 5. =)) =)) What the fack?
7. My bike___What the fack? It usually is smooth. Bah!
8. 12 15 17 19.
9. Crank Callers =))=))
10. English Cricket Team___lmao dhoni biatch. What the fack?
11. Paki PeeyemM__What the fack? I think people should lie. But they shouldnt lie in front of the camera. You see it gets recorded and you pwn yourself.
12. PCB___ aaahahhaha XD XD Noobs. "We want cricket". Go fack yourself.

And a lot more. Incase out of my million ardent fans decide to give it a try lemme see who all got pwned. I finally got my bike done. Its better than ever. Shit man. Lovely piece o shit. It has been a LONG time since I had momos. What man! That momo guy mustve been missing me. How can I forget those lovely days. On a serious note..I really think that the more time you waste..the more you think "What goes around comes back around". And yes. You have more time to waste. I guess my grandpa and this noble phrase are contradictory. Lets pledge to pwn more people and self pwn and then blog about that. I sure will blog about how I got pwned. Like in Detail.

Au Revoir :)

Above: A huge gift hamper from Denmark. Some of the worlds best chocolates. 1 Facking bootyfool fragrance and my sad centre table. And MINDYOU that's not the whole shit. Dad had some more things in store which came out day by day.
Bonjour...

I'm sitting with most facking-licious swiss chocolates..yes Lindt chocolates and pondering..What a lovely day. You get man-handled around a busy market. And then you get in a train and someone asks you for a beedi. When you refuse then they say "Logon ke paas beedi ka bhi paisa nahi hota(People even have no money for a cigarette.) ". And people mislead poor biharis into a local train and then laugh at them. Poor them. I feel so-not-good. Actually I've been feeling there and there abouts for quite a few days. Life needs a drastic change. How funny is it. When we get bored of ourselves and we got nothing better to do. We sit and blame our life. How sad it is. How we need to change it. Actually the only thing we get bored of is ourselves.

Since I started talking about it [yea thats just the way I lure you people ;) ]. Lets facking elaborate it a bit. I need to change a few things about myself--->gender. But then lets talk about the less important things for now. Ok lets get back to it for some time. We do have a lot of free time..Isnt it? :D Hmmm yes..gender. Once I manage to get rid of it. You my friend...yes you...will be the proud owner of a gay metro sexual pink shirt. And my trousers. Yes those stinky ones. And I'm sure your life will experience a huge uplift. Now yes. I wanna talk about overindulgence. Over. Yes. I was talking about it to my friend. And one thing that came out as a conclusion was that.."The proximity of a change in the other person,a good change...the one I always want, tempts me into overindulgence. And on the other path I get screwed." But then someone told me that I'm born to be screwed. So that makes up for everything. But then for sure I need better ways to be screwed. I think so. And its so right. But life will be facking once again tomorrow. Once again I will be happy to talk. Happy to indulge. Happy to be screwed ;) Born loozar. I fear I might start hating people like me who indulge. I don't want to. Everyone does. I don't wanna be like everybody. Let them have their own facking ways. I will have mine. I don't say their ways are good. Neither are mine. But at least that gives me peace-o-mind. I hate sounding serious. I never love to. Its just that things keep mounting and then you get shit tired :P

Not again. I wanna go to GIR. Great Indian Rock. I know I won't be able to. I still want to.I have always wanted to be there. And each and every time something fucks me. Not this time. BTW if you haven't started watching/downloading "Whose Line Is It Anyway" then your life sucks. And it really does. It is worth. Peace be with you and with me.

Au Revoir.

Academic Institutions Suxxx!!

Welcome back Ladies, Gentlemen and a very certain Kjo's breed. It has been a long time since I have vomited something on a large scale. Ughhh this nausea is getting to my head. Ok Enough said and there is nothing more I can do to lure you into reading my goddamn silly post.

Description:

Duration: Fack you. Don't be judgemental. It will take only a few minutes out of your idiotic and lousy day.

Mood: Howrgasmeec. No. Frustrated. Yes.

Genre: Distilled Crap.

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Ok lets facking get straight to the point. I went to my place where I am supposed to study and not bunk classes. I don't. I mean I don't want to study. You really don't want to learn E=mc2 from those silly little I-am-the-prof kind of creatures. So I bunk. And these idiots don't even recognise and appreciate my right to freedom of speech "which is talking/commenting while the creatures are giving lectures" and my freedom to space "which is me going out of the class". I mean I only bunked 2 days and these bastards now expect me to hand them over a HUGE HUGE sum of 1 0 0 0 Bucks just cos I failed to fill the examination form in time. I mean the exams are from December or something. Can't they just wait. No they can't. Khujli. If anyone from my college is reading this then I am the roll no 1 of the first room on the third floor.

Dinner with family: 1 0 0 Bucks. Yea. Only fresh lime.

Dinner with friends: 1 0 Bucks. Not even drinking water.

Dinner alone: 5 0 0 Bucks. What the fack? Don't you expect me to eat well in solace ?!?!

Petrol worth 1 0 0 0 Bucks. PRICELESS.

There are somethings which petrol cannot fuel. For everything else there is food.


I mean isn't it insane. 1 0 0 0 Bucks?!?!?!

1 0 0 0 Bucks

= 40 Shawarmas.
= approx 9 fackinglicious Zinger Chicken Meals
= 20 Abso-facking-lutely loaded Momo plates.
=20 Litres Petrol.
= ++Money for my soon to be Ipod touch.
= ++Balance on my phone.

How meaningless my life is without these 1000 Bucks. In the moment of complete honesty if you think that I don't deserve this treatment then please sit on your back in the sun and sip martini. And if you think I don't deserve a piece of shit then please bother yourself and send me the money. Don't worry. Small contributions will make a huge difference. And Bill Gates has agreed to give me 10 Cents for every click on my blog and 5 Cents for every link referel. Interested people can do so by leaving there email /blog/home/ office address or home/mobile numbers and if you are homeless and you dont have a mobile then please get lost.

Till then...Have a great day. And I forgot. My sincere regards to Mr/Shree Valmiki for his noble deeds. 14 October wouldnt have been a holiday without you. I look forward to inspiring all youngsters to follow the well laid path by Shree Shree Valimiki Ji. And may all 365 days be some or the other jayanti.

PS: First room on the third floor is the Washroom. Please enjoy your stay there. The stay is sponsored and free of cost. Courtsey: Your shameless brain.

What the Fack am I doing on Earth?!

Wtf Is wrong with Delhi you bastards?!

There was a time when I thought that Delhi was a place for humans and yea a couple of million animals to live in. But hang on...Its still true that its a place for humans and animals but the proportion has changed drastically. Now this is a place for :

1. A million bastards.

2. A million perverts.

3. A million assholes.

4. A million dog-fucks.

5. And a zillion who are all the above four.

Incident #1

How about women in our oh-so-hep city? Why can't we simply burn these perv's ? Or get male gigolos to ass rape them? I was out with this friend. A bastard pleads us to give him money. He was in a far better shape than me. Perfectly healthy. No disability at all. I refused. So then he walks away and while I'm busy checking out the hawt hawt chicks around, he makes those silly-lewd ass salacious gestures and acts vulgar. I say wtf?! I mean that lousy * I-kiss-ass-u-suxx* beggar has the audacity to say that he will get her picked up. I say wtf again. But does that help..Simple..NO. Wait there's more...Then that bastard tries no in fact he succeeds in abusing me. I dont say wtf cos I'm used to it. Self pwner you see. But I felt sorry for my friend. I was trying to console her. But the fact was that even I was furious. Balls of fury. I still feel bad about what happened. But then wait..That's delhi...I jump into an auto-rickshaw. I say wtf? I didn't even go on my bike. Sad. I say wtf?! That fuckface asked me "You must have had huge fun with the chick" accompanied by that evil grin. I say wtf?! What happened after that wasnt the real me. Thank you!

Incident #2
As usual I am struggling on my bike. Yeah black *you-loser-respect-me* bike. I am going on my way to play. And these two people in their Honda *look-at-me-im-so-cool* city are ahead of me. And then they honk their horn like shyt in front of that Police Check post. Yea you must have heard about those slimeballs bikerzzz in delhi who rape people of all their belongings. Yea the police thought Im one of the esteemed bikerzzz. Stopped me. Let me go. No. Why. You are an asshole. You suxxx. Check my license. Lemme go. I say wtf?!

Delhi. I so thought I will have fun here. Its sad. It really is. Dil waalon ki Dilli they call it. Bloody Losers!


I say " What the Fack".

The Life and Times of a Wtf-ing bastard...

I battled to grasp when it mattered,
The stubborn Rub of the green
The look-ins fleeting by
Surprisingly alien as things have been.

Me giving up would mean
The effort was insincere
Someone telling me to stop
As if I had nothing to heir

Endeavored, awkward,
Embarrassed, exposed,
Silver lining, the dark cloud, all floored!
Time is plenty for all these to corrode!

Obscene, Careless, heedless and Stupid,
For, I never amassed all that “crap”
For me to think and you to believe
Again all this boils down to that very grasp!

I may have lost the battle
But subsequently, will win the war!

I say " What the Fack?! "