Duhh..

Pray for me guys. Actually, my dad doesnt really check my stuffs. But tonight, something suddenly came up to his mind and he started fidgeting along with my Nokia 3230(he brought this phone for him but didnt know how to use it so I bribed him a year ago and I've been using it ever since then). I was shocked when I saw him play around with it like any teenage kid would do. I mean when he first bought it 1 year ago, he didnt know how to open the messages or the gallery where all the pics are generally stored. He had no idea how to unlock the keypad and so on. And here he was tonight, checking my last dialled calls, missed calls, messages, games, notes, gallery, hidden pics, videos, songs, contacts everything for the matter of fact. I didnt expect this to happen seriously. I normally am safe with all the censored pics and videos I got in my cell phone because none of my parents ever knew how to handle such tech stuffs. So, when he started playing with it, I didnt really bother and I acted as if I was busy working on my laptop. 5 minutes later, I thought of peeping and actually saw my dad carefully observing the hookah pics(2 of em) again and again. Believe me, my heart did skip a beat for once! I was all petrified. But he continued with his search and did not utter even a single word to me. I wonder what he must be thinking now. I have always been this good boy all through these years. I wonder if my mom would come to know about it.

Secondly, I am suddenly afraid of turning bald. Yes, I am and I am not at all proud of it. Infact, I've been thinking if I'll get married or no. I knew, I had this apprehension because I haven't been applying hair oil since one month now. The cousins with whom I stayed for quite some time didnt apply hair oil at all. They lived on hair gel and they had hair growth much better than I do. So, I thought of trying to abstain from hair oil too. But, when I asked my mom to gimme a hair massage tonight, she started the usual bitching which she is so famous about. Yeah, I mentioned some of her bitchiness traits in my previous posts. She was like "OMG, u turnin bald". "Your dad turned bald at the age of 50. You seem to at the age of 20". "Staying awake late nights is one of the main reasons". "You should start applying gel now!" blah blah blah....and there she goes on again. Lets see what happens now. I made her do a massage finally after all the sarcasm filled ethical shots aimed at me.



Btw, Have you ever thought of the difference between Branded clothing and Non-Branded clothing?? I did. I still do and I will continue to do so. And I bet, I am all for the former one. So, is the heading. It took me, my mom and my dad fucking 8 hours to get me a Wrangler denim yesterday. I was looking for something different this summer and I thought of having something trendy like the Spykar printed denims. The end of season sale was put up everywhere so my mom knew about it. She knows about all the sale's in the city but hardly she goes for it. Even after the heavy 20 percent discount in Pantaloons here, Spykar seemed to be fuckin expensive costing 1.6 grands a piece. I eventually dropped the idea of having it realizing there would be no scope of further buying anything. Then, we moved on towards Westside. No sale. No point looking. That is how it goes with my parents. Time passed by and it was a chaos. I was fuckin confused. Dont ask about my parents. We kept on visiting shops and I supposedly chose one in each of them so that I could finally revert back if I could not find anything anywhere.



After getting perplexed and dumbfounded, my dad suggested that we'd go to the Big Bazaar (I hate this place from the core of my heart). It was a literal fish market with people from middle class families, autowala's, grocers, kids, servants, ghati's pouncing upon each and everything they could get their hands on. It seemed to me that the whole world was on sale. People flocked like anything. There was a heavy discount on everything, even the undies. You buy one, you get one free...Yeah, to make it more attractive, they had this chinki all the way from China to come and demonstrate the so-called "Firing Yo-Yo". Dont ask me what it was. I wouldnt wanna contemplate on that. I didnt know people are so dumb that they actually begin to gather for a man playing a yo-yo up and down and fooling them by demanding an applause everytime the yo-yo comes down. So, I somehow managed to make a passage in between the dirty stinking Bong people here in Calcutta. At the counter, it read again.."Buy one, Get one Free". And guess who was happy. My parents. A denim costed 0.4 grands only, that too a free denim with it. I was also somewhat relaxed thinking that I'd have more than one now..:P. The only difference being the brand. Nobody would expect a brand in a mess like here. I chose a few of em and went in for a trial. I ended up realizing that even the 36 waisted denim would refuse to come up ma thighs. Damn, and here I have been wearing 34 waisted branded denim since ages now. I was like WTF! They dont know how to measure the waist. And they sell it as if they are the best in business. So, it eventually bestowed upon my dad that I'd rather be satisfied with a branded denim than a bunch of non-branded denims.And I finally did get one costing 1.3 grands.


The next post will be on the shoe hunt! All of it laterz.



ciao!!