drop zone..prison diaries..

i wake up again as i sense d smell of a lighted ciggarette in my room..im usd to it now,my smokers' instincts never fail me,i can fkn track down a half lit butt from across d wing thez daz..newaz d smoke clutters in my room as all d windows hav been shut down to get d box effect..all i can c across d bed is my semi nude roomie n a poster of jim morrision mingled so beautifully in d smoke screen that if any counter strike freak sees it, he will get a fkn high of a smoke grenade..i check my cell(s) for msgs n calls..1 xtra sweet n odr not so sweet gud mrng msg from her..its 2 30 in d aftrnoon..wt do i xpect..but,oh i feel gud alrite..she jus does dat to me..
"pande sutta maarega kya??" sukhu asks half heartedly..
"not feeln well bastard"
im down wid food poisonin btw..drank a lot on empty stomach..indian alcohol doesnt suit my aristocratic veins i gess..
"then smoke up?" he advises me..
weed is my roomies remedy for evrythn..well i kinda believ it too, i mean its homeopathic n has gud side effects..but not today..i had pukd d whole nite b4 n al i want is now is gud ol sober lif .. i decide to msg her back but then no fkn credit on my cell doesnt evn allow me dat..so i lay down again not knwn whn il b up..dats d stuf i lik bout my collg..u jus dnt knw nethn here..u dnt knw wt u r doin in ur lif..u dnt knw d language or wt thy r talkn bout..u dnt knw wt thy r teachn..u dnt knw wt thy hav cookd in d mess..u dnt knw wts d syllabus..u dnt knw wt to write in ur xam besides ur roll numbr..as i say u jus dnt knw nethn..
jhandu enters my room..
"behenchod GATE ka scene hai?? "
im not talkn bout Graduate aptitude test in engineering here..we dnt talk bout studies ..2 more years of engg aftr 4 yrs of rehab here is not a fkn option..plus we dnt hav GPAS for that..thats another story..
Gate here in r fkn collg is jus ndr shop we c daily in r non collg too often dat we stop noticin it..all it offers is sm soft drinks n fags n sm grubb..as i said it offers all..d anna there acts lik an angel or smthn..he smiles n gets paid for sendn us to heaven..reminds me of d dark ages whr d churches wud sell tickets to heaven..i wait for my renaissance to happen,i hope d lite wil shine on me too n mother Mary will whisper slowly in my ears ..i mean Paul Mc Cartney cant get all her lov..Dunno bout mother mary,untill then its only mother Mari(juana) for me..
"Gate chalega saale" jhandu screams..
"cash hai?" i ask,im broke as alwaz..i only write whn im broke..
"ho jayega,chal"
"chal fir"
i put on d jeans n shirt lyn on d floor nearby to me..it stinks..i put on some deo..it stil stinks..i go on newaz..
"brush ur teeth bastard" sm 1 shouts to me..
"ill hav mentos u fkr,n fk u too" i shout back
N so the hungry n perched me leaves for ndr gate encounter..i hope d cold drinks r cold..