headstrong ..home again..

So for the 1st time in 2 years Bp went back to his hometown..as he crossed his old school,all the memories(dirty 1s) came into his mind..he kinda felt dizzy..his hands became numb..cold sweat ran over his body..n he finally puked..

"fuck..i shud cut my drinking!!"

He entered his school..the school corridor ws buzzn.. young kids wid dreamz in their eyes..this ws d place to be..he likd such a place..it reminded him how simple his lif was..without ne aim..n he likd dat..n out of no where he felt outnumberd..his old school mates n teachers gathered around him..he hated them..he hated evrybody but god..cuz he didnt believ in it..

y waste ur hatred on smthn dat doesnt exist..he felt..

"So Bp where wr u??" askd sm1..

She was a beautiful girl with the shortest skirt in the campus..

"as if u care??" replied Bp...

"ofcourse i dnt" said sm1

" so y did u ask?"

"cuz i care"

"but u said u didnt care"

"did i??"

"i think u did"

"hastalavista Bp"

n sm1 was gone..Bp missd him immediately..aftr a long time he had met sm1..

"gotta find sm1"

So he went to his friend Shah to find weed n sm1..

"long time shah"..

"wtf ..u alive Bp"..

thy wr meetn aftr a long time..they embraced..

"shah dude u havnt changd..u stil stink"

"u2 man..u stil gotta hard on.."

"im in trouble man..i need stuff"


"u in2 business..??"
" u bet iam!!"
"so whr can i get it?"
"take my business card..ull find out.."
"damn it..is it official now??"
"ofcourse not..thats d whole fun.."
"fun!! whr can i find sm1??"
"see my card Bp..u cand find ne1 there.."
"fuck u!!"
"i lov u too"

So Bp read Shahs business card n went 2 find stuff n sm1..the card read
SHRIMPS !! WE SELL PRAWNS !!
it was a masterclass idea by Robert(details later)..
..SHRIMPS actually denoted SHahs PIMP Service..only it didnt sell prawns but porn..
Bp so wantd 2 meet dat beautiful gal he had met in his school earlier that day..
Bp entered SHRIMPS n askd for sm1..
"wt kinda sm1??" askd d Robert the manager..(Robert ws Shahs brain..Shah didnt hav ne)..
"she studies in my school"
"u mean a school gal?" n Robert gave a dirty smile..
"yaya but my school"
"does it matter son??" this time a dirtier smile..
"it matters a lot"..
"fkn pervert..school senti.." thought Robert..
"k ..done..how wud u b payn.." askd Robert..
"for what?? u mean d stuff..??"
only Bp ws referrn 2 weed as he stil thot this ws Shahs weed OUTlet..
"fkn bastard needs stuff also..pervert snuffabitch.."
Robert howevr confusd this stuff wid d sex toys his agency provided..
"wt kinda stuff..??"
"oh same old hard hittn 1"
"k wil b done..room 69..here r the keys.."

Bp took the keys n left for the room..

Headstrong- the pilot

This is dedicated to Anoushka Mathews..sorry gal..ur now linked wid the biggest piece of crap in the history of blogging..

Present Day:

i lov u..she said to him..

she was an awsm gal..thy wr in lov..she had waitd long enuff for him 2 say..finally she jus said it..he panickd..choked..words wr jus not cmin out..he thought fast..

same pinch..he said..
fuck..he thought...
n piched her..only the pinch was on inappropriate areas..

u r sick...!!

no, i am a jew..!!

she slappd her..(cant reveal where)..n went away forever..

lif has never been same again for Balbir Pasha aka Bp..

Bp was 19 at that time..he had lost the lov of his lif..for the 1st time he felt pain..cuz he wsnt stoned for a change..

"shit..gotta buy sm weed.."

he decided to meet his only friend..shah..

Recap..

Their friendship dated back 2 d school daz, only that time Bp had dyslexia(weed helpd him recover..for more visit http://www.need4weed.com/ )..

So Bp had misread shah for hash..n sinc then followd him everywhere..shah too was a friend indeed(read friend in weed)..both wr responsible for things thy wr proud of..1 included death of Mr Pasha..Bp nevr likd his dad..

how can u lov a guy who nails ur mother..?? he usd 2 say..

legend says 1 fine day Bp was found lyn under a bridge aftr overdosage..his family doc calld his fathr..

Your Bp is very high..iam sorry..

Mr Pasha who ws a heart patient died on the spot..

Bp blamed evrythn on her mother who he thought ws lesbain..

"She is alwaz gone for thez pussy parties..i shud b goin there n not her" he had 1nc complaint..

only poor Bp didnt knw thz wr kitty parties..

so he left the house n decided to liv on his own..

OWN ws d name of the account Mr Pasha had saved for his OWNly daughter Bi Pasha..

But sinc she ws Bi..Mr Pasha kickd her away from his will..thats free will..

Mrs Pasha who ws a catholic(nothn 2 do wid cats n kitties) had said 2 her daughter BiPasha that St. John will save her..

while Mr Pasha , a jew believd in Abraham... BiPasha was saved Bigtime..

so now wid her sisters money..Bp went out to liv where he met the lov of d lif kokila(read coke hi la)..

Present day again:

But now she was gone... n he had 2 move on..

all in a days work

time : 1st class of the day..

location: 2nd last bench..(missd d last 1..sm1 came 1st n took it)..saali last seat k liye bhi fite hai..

situation: not so gud..

here iam sitting ,tryn hard not to hear wt d prof is sayn..lik real hard..but his not so rich baritone mixd wid tambi accent is hittng my hears...the shelling continues for nxt 20 mins..i feel lik a soldier in a battlefield..tryn 2 survive..only thy r better off..thy can die..

prof shouts: shud the input voltage be high?? till what time shud it b high??

High?? did sm1 said high..n my brain starts 2 work..

i wanna shout who d fk r u 2 decide..its voltage's choice..let it b high if it wants..let it b high until it feels gud about it..poor voltage..

n so now im writn this..d prof thinks im takn notes..bloody jerk he is..but then he cant help it..he decided 2 teach in trichy..i mean come on..who does dat..

yups..so again..im thinkn now..n wondern wt 2 rite..i mean i cant write nonsense al d time..

i luk here n there..not a single gal..(god must b gay)..i mean there r 11-12 of m..but only on passports..y r thy livn in gals hostel..i dnt knw..n now d only surd in d class has askd a doubt..chootiye saale chup kar..saale k sirf do hi shauwk hai..accha khaana aur gandi ladhkiyan..but usse bhi ghatiyaa doubt poocha saale ne..newaz..

stil 17 mins 2 go..

11 mins now..

the guy sittng nxt 2 me is sleepn..i envy this fkr..he can fkn sleep newhr..n i cant sleep in d class..not that i find it ethically wrong(i hav no ethics)...therz smthn pyschologically wrng wid me..i want 2 sleep..but i jus cant..gotta a c a pyschiatrist..i still hav 2 yrs 2 go..aise kaise chalega..

pyschology reminded me..smtimes i wish i studied pyschology..then i wud make a decent attempt n try 2 find out wt thez tambis want..i mean it was easy up there in north..i cud gess wt d teachers wr thinkn n ws usually on top of m..(not literally)..here u jus cant say wt d fkn prof gonna do..1 thing is for sure..tambis dnt wanna hav fun..

finally..attndc..d only reason i came ..

"oye chuttad uth ja" i say 2 my fellow dreamer..

"behnchod ulti chaat lecture tha" he says..

"wtf..u wr sleepn.."

"abe roz to chaat hota hai..aaj kya champak ki kahani sunaayi usne??"

i agree..

"fifteeeeeee"

"yessir"

over..

period..

many more such periods 2 go..

n 1 more prof enters..fk iam leavng..

finally

Answer briefly..(not in briefs..even if u do..no 1 cares..)
Q1.why did i finally start the blog..??
Answer: yaya..as it was long time coming..but stil ..the following factors combined..n here i am typng this crap..
1.net here in trichy is fkn slow..n so is lif..not that i complain..so sinc i am online..n there is nothn better to do..
2.iam low on cash..(altho it doesnt hav nethn 2 do wid d blog but stil..wantd 2 mention it..)
3. n ya out of cigarettes..(has 2 do wid cash)..wud hav been smokn n not doin this had i had fag..
4. n wantd to typ smthn as my data structres teacher wants me 2 work on machine n write codes....didnt i tell u i scord 1 out of 20 in dat..n ws xpectng worse..hoho..

thez r all i gess..basically jus wantd 2 vent my fkn frustation..nthn seems 2 b goin gud..lif..
(doesnt exist) dat also includes lov lif ...grades..sutta bhi nahn mil raha ..n gunners drew yet ndr game..bloody manu on top..wtf..behrahal..
so im stil thinkn wt 2 write..
well i can write bout how i made out last nite ..but then i dnt wanna write fiction..
so i can write bout capitalism n how it is relatd 2 homosexuality..
al startd whn i lukd at d census depictng numbr of gays/lesbian in capitalist USA n communist China..aftr studyn d graphs n watchn lotsa lesbian porn(chinese, american n chinese on american) i cudnt relate nethn(read not in a position to relate nethn n u dnt hav 2 imagine l d postions)..so i later deduced capitalism is not relatd 2 homosexuality..n hwo cares as long as thy r makn porn..
Make porn n not war..
so i gess my first entry shud end on this holy quote..
ill b back..(from back)
pandeG