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.