Realization happens slowly (at an atomic scale mostly) in my life.... sadly...
I love my folks... especially my little brother... and mostly love my dad n mom all the time (especially when im not with them) but i cannot stand these two people for more than a week at a stretch...
I guess its the same with them.They were all lovey-dovey from the day that i am here but the "loviness" and "doviness" seems to be evaporating as days go by... i guess its the freaking heat...
At times i end up wishing "God, why cant i live in a hostel with my homies in Dubai (preferably in the palm right beside those casinos comin up)??"
But then i realize - you can't bake the cake and eat it as well... either you are too poor to eat it or maybe your folks bought some frnds over.. or you might be just too fat to be eating the cake.Anyways you wont get to eat the cake and if none of these the cake you baked sucks way too beyond eatability (then u feed it to the dog).
But sometimes i imagine how my hostel life in dubai is gonna be...
Imagine my room... i mean my room with the charsi's... there wouldn't be a bed at all... we are going to replace all furniture with cartons and cartons of cigarettes. 3 inches of ash settled all over the place. Our study table (thats where Ahmer and anuja make out once they are bored of the beds... the word study is namesake) would be the only reminder of our actual job description (student)... fag filled nights (wait...what about the days??).. all of us broke...
let me just exemplify a typical day b/w me and my homz...
its a brand new week of schooling/colleging (whatever... we wouldn't know even then) and I am getting dressed... its 08:45... coll starts at 9:00 rashid, saad and ahmer are sleepin... wait... there is some one else in ahmer's bed...let us hope its anuja...
its 08:55, i am having my 11th cig since i woke up (damn im cutting down... broke i am forever)...
"should i wake these bastards up??" i wonder taking a deep puff .
I finally go against my spidey senses... (anyways the weed has disconnected my synapses) and wake em all up... they all get dressed within 5 mins... pop a pack of EXTRA's into their shitholes/mouth...and all of pile into someone's car (petrol is not a question... in my story cars are cheaper than cigs... and it runs on cigarette butts)
RASHID: Arrey Malbari, i dint take my books man... shud we go today ???
MeE : Listen Kaalia... u don't have books, i dont, no one does...maybe miti has ... we never did, so since when did u start forgetting man ??
Saad: Listen guys, college is important... but we have a reputation man... we cant go to college man...
Ahmer: Slurp smooch slurp
Anuja : slurp smooch slurp
Miti : FAAAAAAAAAAAAAART (she is gujju, normally gujju's do nothing but fart)
After about 15 mins of heated debate and 2 cigarettes later we all decide to go to college...
MeE : Be thankful to me bloody assholes for taking you guys to college... otherwise all of you bastards are gonna flunk a year or whatever they call it in college...
RASHID : Whatever Mishal... now we gotta go to college and the teacher must meet us for the first time in 6 months... man... this sucks man!!
Saad : _________________ (something in Urdu a Malbari never understands but nods his head neverthless...mostly lifted off from a JAL or Atif Aslam song.. and paraphrased to sound like his own... fuck man piracy sucks...)
Ahmer and Anuja : Slurp... mmmph...smoooch....
Miti : _____________ ( a silent fart)
Rashid starts driving (finally) nearly kills 31 labourers (3 more than prom night...yeaaahooooo!)... goes right through 3 roundabouts (he still cant get that you are supposed to go AROUND a roundabout)
and then a brainwave happens...
RASHID : Does anybody know the way to college ???
MeE and SAAD : (blank expressions)
Ahmer : Does anybody have a spare condom?
Sometimes in life u realize that somethings are not meant to be... especially going to college together... even of we enrol in college together, i am sure we never are going to end up there together...sometimes i feel God is actually been good to us by keepin us all apart... It's all written in the stars people...
MeE
JB signin off...
4 comments:
TCH TCH
only two farts
"*sigh*"
hahhaha
gud entry neverthelesss
nj n chukky.... role well played must say :P
yea...i do agree, everything happens for reason. nice entry.
sonz
screw u guys :P
all of u :P
mishu darlinggg.. come in decemberr naaaaaaaaa plssssssssssssssss
and we're not tht "chipku" also :P
hmmmm.....think of it this way....it cud be tht maybe the joy u get outta meetin at times put together is much more than that u wud hv got outta stayin together all d time...
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