Hello ladies and gents.
I was busy the past couple of days. Because I'm a wannabe engineer, like all my compatriots, I too have to mug up unimportant things of life. And in this particular instance, I needed to know all the various colors and smells of disgusting gases on the tip of my tongue. Some education this.
I can go on and on about how the Indian education is a mess and what one goes though if he's unfortunate enough to be a part of it; but alas, it's of no use. For all Indian kids have 'ranted' about this topic numerous times and in numerous ways (in colorful ways as well), the Indian Govt. screws it furthermore.
The past two days have been eventful as well. Today being more than one could ask for.
The Posteriors have had an affectionate seizure (A medical term which I didn't make, or did I?). For they have been in Professor X's lab and had an extra dose of 'everything nice' and it shows oh so more clearly now.
It's time for the penultimate character to be introduced. Moonface had to leave for her farm today. Farm. Teehee. So The Posteriors along with their recruited entity, SS (yes, it's sad) displayed an exorbitant amount of looooooove than one can hope for. It was almost nauseating for The One to be around them. But nausea was the least of my worries. What worried The One the most were the judgmental looks of them Posteriors for The One's lack of a enthusiasm to go drop her to the metro station.
7 fucking people to drop Moonface who was leaving in a technologically able world for 4 days. WHAT THE FUCK.
Mei saat samunder paar tere peeche peeche nahi aaunga.
The One along with MM and LB didn't go through with their plan. Typical yet refreshing change of pace.
Now comes the latter part of the title. Superstitions.
In the modern 21st Century, one can wear whatever he/she likes, act however one likes, but cannot consume a particular type of culinary items on a particular day. Neither can groom oneself on a particular day (yes MM, this is for you). Yes, you have been brought up to believe and follow this rut for a long period of time and I'm not complaining your way of lifestyle, but it's kinda funny and weird to be true. This isn't a call for help or a judgment on my part, but, how do I put this delicately, it sucks. And sucks to be you.
There should be another clause to this superstitious day. No pornography viewing in addition to the aforementioned life rules.
And a particular question only to MM and no one else (because The One tells me to ask him specifically): How does your one of the ten life principles, 'Logic', explain this way of life? Game, set, match.
IPL began, and the opening ceremony is pathetic to say the least.
Faujistan shifted bases. That's win-tastic.
Also The One also met two crazy chicks at college. Crazy is quite the understatement. Fun awaits.
I was busy the past couple of days. Because I'm a wannabe engineer, like all my compatriots, I too have to mug up unimportant things of life. And in this particular instance, I needed to know all the various colors and smells of disgusting gases on the tip of my tongue. Some education this.
I can go on and on about how the Indian education is a mess and what one goes though if he's unfortunate enough to be a part of it; but alas, it's of no use. For all Indian kids have 'ranted' about this topic numerous times and in numerous ways (in colorful ways as well), the Indian Govt. screws it furthermore.
The past two days have been eventful as well. Today being more than one could ask for.
The Posteriors have had an affectionate seizure (A medical term which I didn't make, or did I?). For they have been in Professor X's lab and had an extra dose of 'everything nice' and it shows oh so more clearly now.
It's time for the penultimate character to be introduced. Moonface had to leave for her farm today. Farm. Teehee. So The Posteriors along with their recruited entity, SS (yes, it's sad) displayed an exorbitant amount of looooooove than one can hope for. It was almost nauseating for The One to be around them. But nausea was the least of my worries. What worried The One the most were the judgmental looks of them Posteriors for The One's lack of a enthusiasm to go drop her to the metro station.
7 fucking people to drop Moonface who was leaving in a technologically able world for 4 days. WHAT THE FUCK.
Mei saat samunder paar tere peeche peeche nahi aaunga.
The One along with MM and LB didn't go through with their plan. Typical yet refreshing change of pace.
Now comes the latter part of the title. Superstitions.
In the modern 21st Century, one can wear whatever he/she likes, act however one likes, but cannot consume a particular type of culinary items on a particular day. Neither can groom oneself on a particular day (yes MM, this is for you). Yes, you have been brought up to believe and follow this rut for a long period of time and I'm not complaining your way of lifestyle, but it's kinda funny and weird to be true. This isn't a call for help or a judgment on my part, but, how do I put this delicately, it sucks. And sucks to be you.
There should be another clause to this superstitious day. No pornography viewing in addition to the aforementioned life rules.
And a particular question only to MM and no one else (because The One tells me to ask him specifically): How does your one of the ten life principles, 'Logic', explain this way of life? Game, set, match.
IPL began, and the opening ceremony is pathetic to say the least.
Faujistan shifted bases. That's win-tastic.
Also The One also met two crazy chicks at college. Crazy is quite the understatement. Fun awaits.
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