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Another excellent topic that I had been debating upon recently to myself….

Generally, the saying goes that your primary teachers are always your parents and they groom up both your personality and your mentality… Ok,then what about my teachers at school? Why, they are the reason for me to be blogging right now…So did they teach me? 

Ok… let me be precise about what “this teaching stuff ” is all about…

Apart from education, apart from learning to download softwares and split apart the computer… there are a few basic things that everyone of us should have learnt in order to hang on to our lives…You see, the world is full of traitors that we can’t afford to be stupid…  Very brainy traitors that too…

So,, its the hurdles that we cross, the experience that we have learnt, the unforgetable characters that we have passed in our lives.., these teach you to live your life basically… Cuz, there are illiterates and there are orphans in this world who are still living without primary education and parents to mould them up… Yet,they live.. The reason? Life’s stony and thorny roads have taught them to break against all odds…

Remember my dear friends… never hate any one… cuz,without them your not as clever and knowledgeable as your today.. They have given you experiences, they have given your ways to cross your hurdles, they have taught you to live in the right way…

Hello there everyone… I know that half you guys and gals are struggling to hold on to dear life with the kinda job that you’ve seeked… Multiple problems,everywhere,I tell you!!! Its like waging a belligerent war every single day…

Firstly I struggle to convince myself to get up from bed every single evening… my Alarm has been postponed by 10min every time it strikes.. My mom wakes me up and my gal calls me up to wake me… I turn a deaf ear to them all..

And somehow i open one lazy,red,swollen, eye to see the dim world.. And I realise that I have a very bad odour and I can’t skip my bath.. So I drag my feet to the bathroom and try finishing of my evening chores quickly.. Once I m done,my mom comes around bustling around me fussing n buzzing like a bee,asking me to wear something else and to eat my rolls of roti… Finally, I escape from her and go down to start my bike,thinking that its too late… No petrol!!!

Ooof! So i catch an auto and rush into my office and there I get a great welcome… So after several unkept words and promises that I would be on time hereafter, they agree to carry on with my work.. N there in front of my computer,suddenly everything goes black.. Some one prods me on my hip and I open my eyes,realising that I had been dosing with the customer on the call… Wow… Never heard anybody swear me like that lady..

So this goes on for several hours and finally I mercy myself and get to go home… And as I am about to hit the sack,my dad comes into the room and asks me to sort of some files of his for me on the computer… And I can never say a no to him… So I bite my lips and do it at Top gear,neck-breaking speed… And again as I m about to hit it for the second time, my mom calls me up and says she wants me to pick her up from my granny’s place… So I take my old and rusted bike( mine ran out of petrol,remember?) and rush to the next street… Luckily its just on the next street…

And for the third time as I m about to hit it… I get a message..”Hi honey,shall we go out somewhere?” .My heart starts beating fast at full pace… I lose all my tiredness and I sit straight on my bed,wide awake. “Where to, sweet?”……………

So,there you go guys… This is how I’ve been spicing up my mundane and colorless and otherwise boring life…

Either be it a job, or life.. you can never hold onto to your reserved seat till the end… But we are not concerned about that logical truth… The race for the survival of the fittest has to go on….

Its my life, its my job,its my girl…. Thats how we chant about and fight for each and every right with passion and anger. The competitor has to go to hell…. not ME!!! I don give a shit about any bastard’s life…

I say,” Its a great pleasure to be meetin you,mr”. But deep inside,”Bloody Bastard, how dare you ruin my name with the boss”.

I can never accuse anyone for this mentality… Its just takes a firm root in there… But who wins in the end? Not me for sure.. Cuz I can feel my body shut up tightly in the coffin… So then, its gotta be him,right? But alas, what a pity… he’s sleeping right next to my grave!!!

Yup… This is the Question everyone asks me wherever i go.. The most ridiculous part is why people find it strange.. Thats cuz no boby cares, no body dares, no body wishes… amd of course its bor-ring!!!

Either be it India or America or any part of the world with men existing… you get an eyebrow raised if I utter the welcome truth…. You still hangin out with her? ENCORE?

It might sound like a little toddler’s funny limericks if I ever answer back,that people start attacking me back with teasing smiles and sing-a-song voices… Thats how it is!!!

Ever wondered why any untidy guy goes about a complete transformation,including his body and soul?Have you ever noticed your friend acting strange lately?

Ya..Ya.. I get it… I can hear boos from all you guys reading this so called crap!!! These symptoms are not for all those who take love as a joke…Those are… ahem…completely different as you know…

But forget about that shit… I m all bothered about whats happening to me and whats gonna happen to me.. Looking at the mirror, I critise the way my beard had overgrown… Gosh! What the F**k would she think of me?    And god.. I cant go out without my deo,for heaven’s sake…  And no way am I gonna chit-chat about this girl  who recently made a pass at me in the office, with my friends..

All this is so strange and new… You gotta be kidding me… I’ve never felt this way before…

And I end up doin myself some talking to figure out things… And what do I figure out?

She’s occupied my brain.. N she’s ruling it… Definitinely right.. And I’m LOVING it!!!