Wackitude vs Jerkitude

Scene: Wacko brushing his teeth at 2 pm in the fetid smelling loo. The tap is on like ever before.

Jerk: Hello, please save water. Kindly close the tap.
Wacko: Thinks.....**Huh? aaargh..Keep your dirty smelling mouth shut or am so gonna pee right inside it that'll corrode your teeth and everythin...aargh**

(Okay, just in case you criticize me of being so harsh, let me tell you I brush like some pathetic jerk with the paste coming out all round my mouth. I've managed to brush my eyebrows, my cheeks and what not. I wonder how my hands behave while i brush. So, for that I need water all the time. Come on, I've been like this since I was born. I dont think brushing has some etiquettes attached to it too. Hmmpf!)

Jerk: Your biological clock is so messed up.
Wacko: Do you even know what a clock actually does?

Jerk: hahaha...**laughing at something which even I didnt find funny**
Wacko: Duuuude, Watever!

Jerk: You are going aghainst natore. It bhill take rebhenge (He meant "you are going against nature. It will take revenge")
Wacko: Wow, what a self conceited environmentalist you are! Fuck off seriously and for god's damnned sake, lemme concentrate on my teeth now. You don't even have hair on your skull. You should go join some rehab centre or something, get some life and then come back.

Sigh, I so detest such jerks. There are a bunch of guys in my hostel who would like go early morning jogs, do some fucked up stretching exercises in the lawn facing the shiny main building looking at themselves and feeling aah-so-good! Sigh, they dont even know how to dribble the basketball. I mean, come on who doesnt know that!

Then, they get ready at sharp 6 o' clock and go for breakfast with shirts, trousers and all. I mean come on, you aint a professional already. Why can't you just stop being so idealistic? Aargh...

There's this one particular guy who would constantly try suggesting me things. Gawwd, what on this earth makes you think you my dad or something? Go fuck somebody man. Atleast then, you'll know wht life is apart from all the crappy studies that you do and don't even score half as much as I do. Sigh..

There have been many instances where in I've travelled through trains which unfortunately had to pass through bihar. And believe me, as soon as the train is about to enter, everyone starts being cautious and all. The doors are closed and everyone is on high alert. I once even heard gun shots and horses running all round the compartment. It did happen seriously. And when I tell these guys about it, they won't just fuckin agree to it. Sigh. They not even sane somehow.

Okay, right now I am done cribbing. There are tons of such instances where I can just go on and on. I doubt myself bein a guy who would actually crib so much.

Anyways, I need to tell this. OMG, I dont believe I am doing something like confessing love online or whatever. I am sooooo in love with this girl. It is like the 2nd week now and I am like totallllyyy nuts. I used to think what guys talk for so long. I infact mentioned in one of my posts earlier that I so fuckin hate such people. But, I realized it happens. Believe me, it does. I end up sleeping around 5 am in the morning missing most of the college. Sleeping the whole damned day, I only wake up round 2. No, wonder I was brushing that time today. So, yeah sigh...more about it laters. I guess, I am just gonna bunk it right now.

CIAO.

Vicissitudes!

Past week's been a bit melodramatic for me. I haven't been perturbed as much as I know I can be. On the other hand, I have been pondering over things which I really dont have any clue about. You might not understand how unruly and peevish I can get. Not that, I show this frustration off or something, this is something I just enjoy within myself. It is more like claustrophobic for me which i totally cherish sometimes. And this by in no way means, am not normal. Infact, I consider myself to be normal than most of the other guys and I wouldnt really give a damn to what you must be thinking about this self-conceited opinion of mine. Damn, what an insane hypocritical cribber I am. Or maybe am not!

It is time I apologize for not commenting on blogs offlate. I've become so dormant that I dont feel like reading blogs anymore. I wonder why would anyone for that matter read mine either? It is like, if I dont get a reply on something I comment, I am enraged. And, here I am not replying to comments and visiting blogs since ages now. Why do you guys care and drop by my blog?

Ever since, I left college some 7 days back, things have moved on so fast that I have no idea where I've landed myself after the exam. I travelled a lot. I couldnt hang out much. As a result, going to mumbai and delhi was like taking a stroll in this fucked up lawn outside my hostel room. Not a stroll exactly, maybe sitting in some vehicle and circling this lawn for days continuously. I had planned to meet some blogger friends in delhi as well as in mumbai. But, I dont know, I never called anyone. It is amazin and perplexing to see myself so focussed on some shitty exam which doesnt even have a proper criteria or surity of getting admissions done.

Now, that I reached college some 3 days before, things have been okay-ish. Friends have been congratulating me over the score with most of them not knowing anything about it. Some of them dont even know the score. It is just that I was so famous and all for giving this oh-so-show-off-an-exam and everybody knew about it. I am so fuckin embarassed by all this.

The crunch time of applying to the unversities has already started. I can feel the pressure. Scholarship is something that is evading me like hell. My counsellor has also not been that considerate towards me. I write her looong mails asking her questions and she just manages to reply back in single sentences or words maybe like "OK" or "Below ones are good". I mean, WTF? I paid 25 grands and it seems it is all down the drain.

Disclaimer: Read further under parental guidance and if you are a parent already, try understanding the problem that I am facing.



It is time for my skin to start behaving weird now. I hope everybody knows where the skin ointment Zole-F is applied generally. If you don't, google it. If you don't get still, I am talking about the region between my thighs and the THING. The skin has started shedding and by shedding I mean, it is indeed starting to peel off. I am generally clean with extra special care taken for all the sensitive regions of my body. But then, I dont know wht is happening. I have this sporadic itching sessions at any goddamn hour of the day. I dont have an itch guard or something. I apply vicks to the region and it feels like somebody's burning my hair off. Spoooky tis!

Damn, this post was meant to be written over days. But, I just feel I should abruptly end it here because I suddenly feel so vulnerable and lost about every damn thing in this world now. I am guiltyyyyy to the core and sorry for this spontaneous mood change, but I guess this is what I am.

The developments shall continue...

pell-mell!

Hola, huh? Oh,I am so screwed up right now. No time at all.

Passport finally arrived yesterday. My sista says am looking like a girl. I am like WTF. Maybe cuz of the long cascade I had a few years ago.

OMG, so many scraps. OMFG, so many offliners.

Okay, no discrimination. But, delhi and mumbai girls are uncomparable. They idiosyncratic in their own disparate ways.

We are supposed to give this presentation for the major project on 5th. But, I can't cuz of the exam. The proffesor wouldn't fucking believe me. He asked me to get my tickets. I showed em. He kept the tickets with him. And, now I am afraid if he travels on my behalf. Such pathetic jerks.

The hostel warden wouldnt grant me leave either. He too kept the colored xerox of my hall ticket. Dude, that copy costed me a whole 5 bucks ka note if you didnt know.

I've started resembling elvis presley a lot off late. It seems as if my hair would literally tilt on one side if I let it grow any further. As far as this pic is concerned, maybe you can just have a hint of my hair. This is like 1 year back and I dont even have cheeks like this anymore.

I am so fucking skittish. I cant believe am still alive.

I finally called my counsellor today after all the constant slanderous remarks my mom had started to make against me. I knew she would be shocked to hear from me. I was right. She did not seem interested at all. I wonder why I paid 25 grands to her now. She is such a bitch. Though she's sexy. I've imagined some of the freakiest things with her. I just hope she doesnt drop by here. Good Lord, she's married!

I so miss talking to some people online. Awwwww.

Gawd, help me with this weird beard that is growing like some tumultuous quagmire on my cheeks.

I witnessed a termagant today alongwith her husband. They didnt know how to board the metro. They instead duped me of my token. Dont ask how. A chick cursed me thinkin am dumb not to know how to pass the security check. WTF. "Arrey, get back" is what she said. "I am not letting you fuck my ass" is what I intended to say.

I wanna crib but I cant now. Nobody's online! Sheesh.


P.S. I am not studyin at all. Just 3 hours a day. It is just the sheer inconvenience of the innet that is so buggin me already. Am in boxers right now. These mosquitoes freaking the shit outta me intruding my fortified (err..hairy) skin with all the harping noises of their fucked up cacophony! So, i gtg.

Blogging Abeyance!

Oh yeah, pretty much a blogging abeyance for me. And I guess, after all my drilling posts ever since I started blogging, most of you might know the reason behind it. I am so perplexed at the very thought of it now that I'd like to refer it as "You-Know-What". The consequences of me being hooked to it have been so disastrous that I have been named "GRE-waale sir" by my juniors. You get the drift now, ehh?

Anyways, not that I am going to bug you by "some-GRE-cracking-tips-by-a-rookie" thingy or bore you by my rambled fucked up moanings, I am just going to update this space considering the hiatus I've already had by now.

1 My sessionals are finally over. I managed to give 3 out of 5. I missed 2, all thanks to Misbah-ul-Haq.

2 We were finally rewarded the "Best Loser" tag and thus managed to get back into the cricket tournament. After that, we won the 2nd round and I have a match tomorrow for the 3rd round. I am gonna give a taste of my ass now and prove how boorish I can be when it comes to proving that I aint a loser by any chance.

3 I am hooked to "How I met your mother" only when I shouldnt have been. How can i forget to mention that I am in love with Robin.

4 I am having hirsute protuberances all over my head. I need a haircut desperately.

5 My passport has still not come. I am wondering how my dad would even send it to my sister in mumbai by the time I reach there for my exam. Gawd, I am so screwed.

6 I have been feeling oh-so-nice these days, all thanks to my addidas deodrant. I apply it only after i bathe. Duhhh..

7 I am too anxious to go to mumbai. OMG, i love the city more than I love myself. And by city, I mean the chicks there. I am gonna leave dehradun by 2nd most prolly. I am gonna spend some time in delhi before I finally board the flight on 6th.

8 I've suddenly discovered this nonchalant solace in sleeping naked. I just hope the mosquitoes and the spiders dont render me impotent. Not before I lose my virginity.

9 Tis been ages, since I smsed or called anyone outside my college. My mom cursed me a lot the last time she called me. Only to find me not attending a previous call when I tippled a bottle of kingfisher strong and was fucking high seeing India whip paki's candy ass.

10 That's it for now. I'll be back soon.

ciao!

Reprehensible moi!

I don't know but I somehow feel I am the one who should be blamed for all my failures. Ever since the day and night cricket tournament started off in my college, I haven't been able to concentrate fully on my preparation. Adding more spice to it, the Indian Cricket team had to revive from its fucked up condition only when I am on the verge of my career deciding phase. This is so not done. GOD dudeeee, not that I have suddenly started having faith in you or for that matter started worshipping you, but why do you have to be so unfair to me? Why did you kindle that chatting termite in me again? You won't believe but I created an exclusive Indiatimes ID yesterday and logged in some chat room there, only to see me fuckin up 1 hour there. And believe me, I am going to login there again and again. Ewww, this is so fucking disgusting.

V, a very good friend of mine and I thought of contemplating on the entire crash-course preparation thingy with our GRE. He has it on the 9th and I have it on the 8th. So, we sat down. We decided that we eventually are going to get done with it once and for all. But then, we ended up eventually cheering on the ground for one of our friends match. Sheesh, I am telling you I master when it comes to procrastinating things.

Tell me, is lending money a crime or what? Is being generous or for that matter a philanthropist, a heinous mistake? I have an answer to it. It is perhaps the most fucked up thing I've ever experienced in my life. Inspite of all the "no-no-I-don't-have-money" and "I-don't-have-balance" excuses, I somehow try being an altruist. As a result, I am so hungry nowww and I don't have a single rupee to spend. B, A and K are such ignorant assholes who wouldnt return 80 bucks each. Dudeeeeee, 80*3 is 240 and that for me is nirvana. OMG! I promise I wouldnt ever lend you again. On top of it, my cell phone's more like a public telephone. Gawddd, I still have 2 months validity and I just have 32.80 balance left. Dudeeeeeee, how am I going to sms all my girlfriends?

I am telling you, I am one hellulva gentleman but I so hate being one. Please don't pull my leg. Please don't take me for granted. I wanna be an asshole.

ciaoo. Somebody fuck me pleaseeeeeeeeeeee.

P.S. My spikes are all gone. I am looking so naive now. I can't believe I can feign myself so much. OMFG! I have a side partition now and it looks so bihariiii. Habib's am coming dudeeee.

Idiosyncrasies of Engineering!

This is perhaps the most bitter experience I’ve had in the 4th year of my engineering till now. It has only exacerbated me to the helm of my mental tranquility. No matter how cool I am, incidents like what happened today can definitely vex me so much that I am on the verge of getting depressed and I am just trying to vent out my feelings here. This is the first time I’ll probably try getting out of such a lachrymose mood by railing here.

Not that I am crying or whatever, but sometimes it feels as if I really haven’t succeeded in proving myself as an honest human being and a practical individual, and that I know I very well am. I really don’t give a fuck to anything people think or say about me. But, the fact being I do get hurt sometimes when anything like that really happens. And believe me, I am one weird case of getting sentimental.

I don’t know but somehow this week hasn’t been fruitful enough as much as I would have expected it to be. I lost in the quiz in the 2nd round and the cricket match today by 3 runs. Losing in the quiz was not that bad a setback, considering we were the defending champions of the last year. But, what really pissed me off was the loss in the cricket match today. Ever since we lost the match, I have just not been able to get over with it. I wouldn’t want to go much into describing the entire match here. But, in brief we weren’t able to chase a stiff target with almost 6 wickets in hand at the end of the match. The top order wasted too many deliveries. I did not bat (Just in case you didn’t know my mettle, I bat pretty well. It is not that am a braggadocio, but my ego that’s been hurt here). One of my dreams of facing even a single delivery in all these 4 years has just been fucked up.

Everything said and done, I did not talk much to anyone after the match. I thought sleeping it off would be a better option and that I would forget it all tomorrow. But, some motherfucking dickheads wouldn’t just let me get away with it so easily. They would constantly pester me with their slanderous remarks behind my back and term me as a “LOOSER”, not knowing the very fact that “LOSER” has just a single O and not double O’s. On top of it, it is just too disgraceful to hear anything like that from one of my batchmate’s and that too being scribbled on the door of my room in big capital letters. When I woke up after a somewhat ‘not-so-good’ sleep, I had to eventually rub it off from my door with me getting intermittent mental shocks every time I erased a letter. It was more like the scene of Chak De India when SRK had to face all of it. I know whoever did this (I have a hint but am not sure), is no more than a bastard (and I know what bastard really means). Why couldn’t he say that to me on my face if he had the guts? The answer being simple, every goddamn batchmate of mine knows how smart I am when it comes to answering their fucked up recriminations and that I can make their life hell when it comes to proving my point. I am craving to know who really did this so that I could at least give him some “basic elementary spelling” lessons, if not a pummel of altercations.

You can perhaps now understand the pathetic state of people I am living with. I’ve had so many experiences all these years and with everything, I only manage to learn some or the other thing. On the contrary, when it comes to accepting defeats, I have never ever in my life done that. I have done well all my life and I can proudly say that I have been complacent enough. I just wanna get over with this defeat as soon as possible so that I can start focusing on a rather important issue i.e. GRE. Not performing well in GRE would be something way beyond my imaginations then. Tell me, is accepting a defeat so difficult? On a serious note, I’d rather be optimistic and hope all these fiascos will rather be a boost for me to perform well on Oct 8th, the D day. Pray for me. I don’t know what really is in store for me.

God save my soul.

Tc all!

Random contemplations..

The past week's been a bit dramatic for me. The coming week will be even more dramatic I guess. As of now, I am in the middle of dramaticism. Now, I know am talking shit. But then, this is just the culmination of the muddled up anxiousness that has been building up inside me. Maybe, because I am going to have a peg of vodka in an hour or perhaps due to the ever ominous GRE exam.

I finally received the much dawdled INFOSYS offer letter two days back. I wasnt ebullient anyhow. All that fervor of getting an ON-CAMPUS job has enervated long back.

The college has been jostling with crowd like never before. It feels as if everyone's so busy with some or the other things that have been happening. Talking about me, I have my sessionals coming up from the 20th of september. But, before that I have a quiz competition on the 13th and a cricket tournament from the 14th.

We had one of our subjects changed yesterday after almost 4-5 weeks since the commencement of this semester. The nerds of our class have been vehemently condemning this drastic change considering the fact they have already completed 2 out of 5 units of the previous subject. ROFL! I am too jubilant. I couldnt have asked for more.

I still havent been able to attend the first lecture which starts from 9:30 daily. No matter how early or late I sleep, my biological clock is so fucked up that I wake up at 9:20 only. And, that leaves me petrified every day when I contemplate on the amount of loss incurred due to it. Adding spice to this very fact, the HOD took the first two classes today simultaneously, thereby foiling my plan and pissing me even more. And, just like everyday I landed in the college when everything was over. I am getting so used to it now.

My mom hasnt called me for days now. But then, whenever she does give me a call, I hardly have anything to talk about. Obviously, I am not going to tell her about my frequent desperate masturbating sessions. Don't mind, but the scarcity of chicks in my college exasperates me like hell and I can only get my frustration out this way.

It is high time I write about some of my good friends in the hostel. I havent mentioned anyone as of now in my blog. Okay, so I have 3-4 very good friends. Not that, I consider them to be my best friends but just that, I like hanging out with them. So, here it goes.

1 B, is one of the slowest human beings I've ever seen. He is like 5'2" and thinks a lot.

2 N, has been promptly named "The Psych Maestro" by me. You should see his zeal in whatever he does. As a result, he ends up overdoing everything and thus behaving like a fucked up psychopath.

3 H, is a 6 foot kid.

4 A, is a ganpati potrayed proffesional with a feeling of SRK(Shah Rukh Khan)ness in him.

5 K, is a black bihari with his ass made up only of bones. He doesnt fucking have a single gram of fat anywhere in his body.

This wraps up the close list of friends of my class. Next list in the later posts. I also need to mention about some of my juniors who I aptly refer to as "pain in my ass".

I gotta go now. ciao

cheers!

"I-dunno-what-the-fuck"

It’s been days since I last updated in here. I don’t know but I have been sulking a lot off late. The zeal to blog is all gone I guess. Things have kept me busy. Be it classes, or some activities in the college or my very own GRE preparations. I haven’t gone out of the hostel either for the past few days, so that leaves me very little to crib about.

Two days back, one of my friends H gave us (me and some friends) a treat on his birthday. After constant nagging, I finally managed to convince them to try something new at a different place. The food was comestible. So, nobody complained.

The computer lab and its admin people have their own sets of problems to deal with. Hence, we haven’t been provided with the internet facility for the past couple of days. This being one of the reasons for me abstaining from visiting blogs and commenting.

The college has suddenly become very active with events and the engineers day around the corner. I am also involved as a Technical Head of a club formed by the Computer Science Department which is called as FABULASERS. I somehow don’t like the name and am also highly pissed at its members and the elite committee. I secured the first position in a Google Search Contest held last year and stood the runners up in the Counter Strike Gaming event. But, ever since then, I haven’t got anything as a reward in spite of their repeated promises. Finally, they’ve decided to conduct a prize distribution ceremony the coming week. Phew!

The most happening thing is the ‘eye flu’ in my hostel. I am very cautious with whatever I touch now. Life, as of now is very steady without any drastic changes. And, all I have is a potpourri of feelings at this very moment.

I bet the whole of September is going to be like this. On the contrary, October is surely going to be fun with me having exams, sessionals and I am also flying to Mumbai. Yeah! Then, November is going to be the Diwali month and I am also going to meet my sisters after a long time. December will be my birthday and the commencement of the end semester exams. So, apart from this month, I guess I’ll be having a decent time until the next year.

I’ll be back soon with something spicy the next time. Till then, I need some time to get out of my “I-dunno-what-the-fuck” phase.

Ciao.

The Hangover!

Damn..I am still not over with the hangover!
I am feeling so sleepy that I can barely see what I am cribbing...
My neck is hurting so fucking bad..I guess I headbanged way too much yesterday night...My butts freaking aching as if I've just got my ass fucked...My head's still rolling...And I can smell alcohol and ash all over my body...O Boy, I guess I made a trip to fairy-high-land.

Yesterday was the D day...Aweeeessssooommmeee fun! For the first time in my fucked up life, I did not puke after 4 pegs...I was dancing away to glory...We were 5 of us, including me and 4 of my junior friends..We all were so fucking high...I am done with all the frustration I had...Getting high is NIRVANA! It was Utopia!

After all of it, I still managed to play house cricket for 3 fucking hours and watch a rather bizarre movie "Jackass"...This is what I call as a wacked out day for me..Precisely, the kind of day I'd lauuuuv to have!

My passport is gonna come around 20th sept..That makes me feel a bit relaxed too..I missed the washerman again...Now, am gonna eventually wash my tee's as well with the undies...ewwww...India finally managed to score well too...I had my prayers answered again..Yay! And, I'll try cramming 200 words tonight...No matter what! For the time being, am off..down and out!

zzzzzzzzz...

Stress OMG!

I've had enough of stress for the past few days. I am like totally dazed and flabbergasted. I don't have any fucking clue. I attend classes which I don't feel like attending. I am broke somehow. Infact, I don't know whether am broke or not. I shouldn't be blogging so much. I have no idea where my GRE preparations are heading. I somehow manage to study 80-90 words daily but I havent been practicing anything else apart from the words. I wanna do good but I don't know anything it seems. My counsellor's been behaving weird too. She has fucking starting to ignore me. She last replied to my mail after 1 week. I am so turning into a geek. I am sick of INDIA losing against ENGLAND. I am highly pissed and bugged to the core reading my last post. Things haven't been moving as swiftly as I would want them to. I am prone to changes but if my life gets this steady, I feel like puking on everybody. I feel hungry every fucking night because I hardly eat during the entire day. I cant wake up early for the breakfast. The lunch's been not good. And, I hardly go for dinner considering the pathetic state of stale food they serve here in my hostel. I need food. It has been raining cats and dogs in Dehradun. I can't fucking play anything and am too weak to lift any weight in the gym. The washerman's been not coming off-late. I so fucking hate washing my undies and vests. I am sick of people crowding in my room and not leaving me alone. I am dying to get lonely. I am not pessimistic by any chance.

I am gonna get high tomorrow. I just hope I get back to being jovial.

Take care.

Reality Bites!

1 Have you ever been so lonely that you wished you had someone besides you at that very moment with whom you could probably share what you were going through?

2 Have you ever been in a situation when you wouldn’t want to listen to somebody but you’d have to listen just because you care for him/her?

3 Have you ever contemplated on something you were guilty of from the inside of your heart but just because of your ego, you couldn’t confess it in front of other people?

4 Have you ever tried telling your very sensitive problems (can include anything ranging from health to love life) to your parents, but not been able to and hence eventually solve them all on your own?

5 Have you ever promised to be somebody’s confidant but just couldn’t help telling about it to somebody else because you couldn’t keep it in your stomach? You see, it is not entirely a girl problem. It is the fucked up human tendency.

6 Have you ever given a kid a choke slam the Undertaker style or maybe the Rock Bottom? *haw*

7 Have you ever tried playing around with marks you score in your exams? Have you ever tried changing 1 to 2 or 6 to 8 or for that matter 1 to 100? *grins*

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Disclaimer: Let me warn you before hand. I am not in my pensive mode anymore. It starts getting dirty and gross to the core from here on. I in no ways can be held responsible for any offence that I might cause to any of you. Read further at your own risk.
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8 Have you ever tried nose-picking in between a crowd thinking no one is probably watching you? But, let me tell you there is someone or the other who would constantly keep an eye on you. I’ve witnessed a lot of such ignorant nose-pickers. I’ve made a point that I nose-pick only when I am alone in my room. But even then, am constantly afraid if someone would watch me through some mysterious hole in my room. This is a very scary issue. *yuck*

9 Have you ever taken out a key or anything for that matter from an Indian style potty without letting anyone know about it? And then, feel disgusted when a friend of yours unknowingly tries taking it in his/her mouth? I don’t believe I am mentioning this. This in no way means I did anything like it. Oh my God, I am so gross. I cannot believe.

10 Have you ever pulled down a friend’s lower or trouser (or anything worn on the lower side of the body), only to find out that he/she hasn’t worn anything inside it? I have and it was a pathetic scene, both for me and my friend. I just wished he was a she then. *sigh*

11 Have you ever had dreams of you getting laid with a relative of yours? Infact, have you ever been laid in real life with some family relative? I am just asking here. *tries being normal*

12 Okay, this one is strictly meant for guys. Have you ever tried catching a glimpse of a girl’s cleavage below you while you were on the upper berth in a train? I swear I didn’t do this. *fingers, legs, everything crossed*

I guess I have given you all, too much of a dose of my imaginations or realities or whatever you might call it as. I am already out of my ammunition as of now. These weird shocks keep happening to me every fortnight. You don’t need to be petrified. You have all the rights to report my existence as unauthentic or call me a retard but I know I am not. And I certainly believe things mentioned above might have happened to you too but it is just that am audacious enough to accept and you are not. If this is not the case, then do let me know if anything like this has ever happened to you. Feel free to comment without giving a damn to anyone. ;)


Cheers!

Some things which annoy me!

1 Friends taking away the morning newspaper from my room and not returning back until I warn them to do so. It is been the 4th year of my engineering now and it is still the same. People really suck in some cases.

2 “WHAT ELSE” being asked during chat conversations. Why do you bother to talk then if you eventually want to piss me off by asking ‘what else?’ Go to hell, I don’t have anything else.

3 Jerks and dickheads flaunting English as if they are some Shakespeare even when they know they cant utter a word properly. Go get a life you losers.

4 SORRY being said as SO-RIE by some dehatis. Especially, people from rural Uttaranchal and UP. Don’t talk about Biharis. They wouldn’t know how to pronounce it at all. OMG! This is so sad.

5 People asking for treats. I feel the only thing they do is look out for people who would fund their food for free the whole fucking day. Dudeeeee, my dad doesn’t send me money for you guys as well. Please, spare me. Don’t ask about chicks. They don’t ask. They either blackmail or steal somehow.

6 People starting to tell a tale and then eventually get lost in between and then have no fucking clue what they wanted to tell. Ironically, this becomes somewhat embarrassing for the listeners.

7 Professors going abroad and giving paper presentations there when they cant make normal students understand a word here.

8 A general thought that bulky people cannot play anything. Believe me, they can and some of them are very flexible too. Bring it on you sleek-diminishing-fugly-popahole. I’ll give you a taste of my big round cute ass.

9 Lovebirds talking for hours without giving a damn to others round. Hello, you still live with us normal people. You either give a damn or go jump in a ditch somewhere and talk eternally. No one’s going to bother you there.

10 People staring at my laptop when I am busy doing something on it. I have to ultimately shift my position so that they realize they shouldn’t be poking their nose in between my stuff. Some wouldn’t understand even then. They would in fact shift their positions too along with me. You call em people? I call em zombies.

11 Unwanted hair protruding out from places like nostrils and ears. I can’t fucking believe some people have ciliated growth on their asses too. WTF!

12 People showing love more than it is really required with all those coochie-coo, moolie-moo and poopie-poo types. Yuck. Sounds as if they are just born.

13 Girls lamenting and moaning on their broken up love life as if they’ve turned widow. Come on, get over with it and get moving. Shit happens. You shouldn’t be lolling over it for months.

Okay, so I realize I had so much fun bitching about some people in here. I hope you understand how fucked up my life really is. I can write 100 points on this one. But, this in no ways means that I am offending anyone. These are somethings which really annoy me. Now, since, I am a tag stealer, I have decided I’ll start making my own tags from now on. If you like this one, you can very well get tagged from me. Have fun.

P.S. I can tell you doing this annoying tag makes you feel so fucking happy. I am already jumping on my bed here and its not even Dunlop. Sheesh. Anyways, ciao.

Cheers!

Yes, I do!

I've been dreaming of this ever since I had seen my father keep it.

I dreamt of it whenever I saw any hulk flaunt it onscreen.

I've been jealous of my friends who have it.

And I've been wanting this like a wanton ever since I knew bout it.

I am not sure if this helps in boosting up the libido, but am sure it keeps women oggling at men.

Though, it has just started appearing on me. But am sure, am pretty much satisfied with it now.

I'd like to share this pic. Maybe then you know what am really talking about.

Okay, do you get any hint by now?

I am talking about the tiny-winy-miny-moo stubble on my face that you can see here.

I bet it looks a bit more than it really appears to be here. And, am telling you, it looks greenish too. Damn, my camera mobile ditched me big time. Fuck it!

P.S. I wanted this pic to be on the right hand side while the text on the left. Lateral you know. I figured out how to post pics in between the text(pasting the html code wherever you want to after uploading the required pic on photobucket, right?). But, somehow I have still not figured out this lateral thingy. Can anyone help me?

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P.S. Okay, I'll have to admit but J's first comment on this post made me edit in here. I really am baffled whether women like it clean shaven or the other way. So, I better put it this way. Maybe, I'll post a clean shaven pic of mine in the next post. But, I am not sure if u'd really like the change because all I see when am clean shaven are my cheeks and I wouldn't want to have so much of skin on my face on any day.

Cheers!

A day off from my fucked up life..

I finally had a day off from my fucked up schedule of GRE words. I hadn't planned it but it just happened because it was destined. Lol, what am I saying. I guess this is just the side-effect of having Dominoe's Farm House and Double Cheese Margharita medium sized pizza. And I will certainly try to abstain from using GRE words in this post. eww.. A day off duhh!!

Okay, so I had 6 slices..OMG! How can I? I've never gone on a pizza eating spree until today. After the 4th slice, I was huffing-puffing as if I've just come running from a cross country race. But no, the thought of spending only 250 bucks on two medium sized pizza's kept on ameliorating my thoughts. Thanks to my junior friend's encouragement, I gulped down the remainin 2 slices too..Yay! And suddenly it felt like, Ive had 2 hot chocolate fudge's from nirulas(i bet noone can dare having 2 of it, tis full of fattenin chocolate..eww). You may ponder about the unusual comparison I just did between pizza and HCF but dats just one of my philosophies. My ever loosened belly was fluttering inside. Yeah, I could feel it. I dont have a 'tond' ok. Just a bit of baby fat. Not a bit, quite a bit :P. But anyways, am working on it. I hit the gym and make a point to curb it by crunches..:)

After finishing contemplating on my ever mysterious stomach, I decided to have a haircut which I so wished to have since 2 weeks now. I made sure I went looking all shabby inside the saloon so that the barber gets all moved to make me look more good. I know am sounding dumb what thats one of my philosophies too :P. (I got many philosophies. You'd perhaps know em slowly and steadily. I'll prolly write all f em in one post) Unfortunately, the saloon wasnt that good but even then he fucking charged me 50 bucks for the hair-cut and 30 bucks for the shave. Damn, 80 bucks down the drain. Not fair. My dad doesnt send me much money. And last night I was trying to get one of those "Chip In" widgets in here my blog so that I could get some finance from you guys. But, I couldnt. No wonder, am unlucky! But I know my dad's credit card no. and the secret code too. Maybe then you can transfer the amount and i'll withdraw the same :P. I wanna try seriously if it works or not. Am not kidding ok.

Dehradun is a nice place to dwell but it seriously lacks good multiplexes, cool hair cutting saloon's and the its fucked up conveyance from my college all the way to the city. I've been cursing this god-damned-augury since ages now and it wouldnt heed to me. Damn, what a fucker!

My plan for the day succeded i guess. I managed to suffice my appetite (through the comestible pizza) after all the abstinence I had gone through past few weeks. I had a nice haircut which I dont seem to realize even now. Some of my junior friends think I look like a cute teddybear..What the fuck? After keeping all that stuble for days and trying to be manly, I finally get this as a compliment. Fuck it.

Now, since I proudly proclaimed this day as an off day for me, I couldnt think of studying but blog bout it all..But, am already starting to feel all contrite and penitent by now...I guess I should close this window, get my post published and get back to words...My day is over with this post here..!! I have a long week ahead...

P.S. I had this weird diabolical chat with a baba, a pandit my parents have probably hired to do some rituals back home. I so hate em for believin in him. My mom told me to ask bout my US going plans from him. I did. And all I could get in a response was "JAI SHRI RAM" "GANESH JI" "GANESH JI" ewww...no offense to all the followers here..Did I tell you am an atheist and agnostic too..

Some random thoughts as of now:
1) My tee's stinkin like anything
2) My back's painin...OMG!
3) I gotta go peeee
4) I wanna get high and get stonedddd
5) I have been applying 3 ointments on my body as of now..WOW!
6) I broke my resolution of not using GRE words again. Damn!
7) My room's a mess and am proud of it.
8) I am still scared of a giant tarantula-seeming spider that has been constantly roaming round my room for days now.
9) Oh, am too eager to post this one now. Chuck it.
10) I gotta go.

cheers!

Ambivalent moi!

Yeah, the title aptly describes the post. I'll just try using some of the words I've learnt over the past few days. Don't mind if you dont understand most of them because I've literally got my ass shovelled up cramming them. I bet they look like alluring but they are ephemeral once you start comemmorating them. I have 107 word lists to do with 35 words in each and I've reached only 27. Fuck it. I can do and I will do.

Since am beset by words these days, I cant contemplate on anything but concentrate on them. I am in a state of trance and I only manage to procrastinate rather than comprehend the situation completely. I always had the proclivity to learn words but I somehow lacked the zeal to do it. I have had a penchant for literature since a long time now. I am finding it very gruesome, no matter how dexterous i try to be. I can be an iconoclast when I dont get things the way I'd want them to be. All these years, I havent been satisfied the way my life's been rolling. This being the crux why I consider myself unlucky. I just hope I sail through GRE.

P.S. Right now, the words am going through are

snicker, snide, sneer, scoff, contempt, disdain, denigrate, mock, deride, jeer, satire, lampoon, taunt, condenscend, sardonic, patronize, burlesque, aspersion, vilify, malign, slander, opprobrium, calumny, defame, obloquy, libel, slur

All of these words are more or less synonyms with slightly different shades. They all mean to mock at, ridicule something, or defame somebody.

cheers! ;)

Realization...or not? My day Yesterday

For the first time, I am actually trying to write a post with complete words, no slangs and no swearings. I just hope I do well.

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I realized I need to start writing in a way which is more universally acceptable, not crabbed, easily understood and good to read because I am damn sure there are many people who drop by my blog but do not comment here because they find my language obscene. Now, how sad is that! For newbie bloggers like me, it is indeed a disaster. I really dont mean to offend anyone out here. I just feel good after writing all of it and I am willing to pay any price if I feel so. I also thought of changing the blog name and get the 4 letter word out of this blog. But, I guess I would be incomplete without it. I guess I wont be able to express the very me then. In a nutshell, I am confound of what to do. It has been almost 3 months since I started blogging but I haven't got hold of many readers in here till now. I realized I haven't been added in any blogrolls. I realized not many people like my style of writing. It makes me think a lot. It is not that am not emotional and don't know how to express love through my posts. I bet if I start spreading love, I'll be the blog-piper of the blogsvile someday. I know I exaggerated here. But then, who knows! When I say I carry a "Dont Give a Damn" attitude with me, I mean it. But, that doesn't mean I wouldn't care or give a damn to somethings which are important. If such was the case, I wouldnt have survived till now. All thanks to some readers who have been supporting me all this while and encouraging me whenever I felt sad or down. I love you all. I have a heart. And I am not that a curmudgeon (Yeah, the GRE vocab list is finally starting to show some effect).

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My wart's been finally removed..YaY! I am sorry it looks horrifying and so I dont have the guts to scare you people by posting its pic here. I somehow managed to bunk the class yet again and sneaked out of the college campus. I didn't have any appointment. So, when I went to visit the doctor(A cute lady. Married with kids unortunately. I fell for her too. I really got to do something to my ever drooling heart and the agaping jaw), I found out that she wasn't there and had all her appointments full till 7 pm in the evening. I could only manage to get an appointment for 7:30. Fortunately, I happened to catch up with my friends for the movie "Chak De". I am neither going to elaborate, nor writing a compendium(Yeahh, another GRE word) about the movie. All I have to tell is that it is a nice movie and you should watch it. And, I am pretty sure, the national woman's hockey team of India is going to be proud of it. Bollywood movies really work in India and I wont doubt if this doesnt for the women's hockey team.

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I have been cursing the movie halls of Dehradun ever since I landed here. The hall was literally stinking of sweat and people were almost sitting nude due to the excessive heat in there. The feeling of watching a movie in such a pathetic hall is like getting into a sauna bath after traveling in the hot sun.

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I finally reached the laser skin treatment clinic at 7:25. It was chaotic as usual. The doctor is one of the most well renowned dermatologist in Dehradun. I had to wait for an hour before I was finally treated. I managed to rap up the wordlist of the alphabet 'c' all that while. So, I had no regrets what so ever. It did not take more than 5 mins before I took 650/- bucks from my wallet and handed over to the doctor. I wonder how much would she be earning at this rate. It somehow struck me to change my profession from being an engineer to a doctor. But, the fear of studying alluded me from that very thought. My sister who is a doctor is married with a daughter. She is 26 and she still studies now. She has her own set of exams. I really wouldn't like to do all of that by 26. Instead, have two blonde's tucked up my sleeve, have a one night stand with them, wake up next morning and surf the internet from my decked up office on the 36th floor of a multimillionaire building in a posh colony somewhere in US. This is like it..yeah!

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I then spent yesterday night with some of my friends in the city. I went to Dominos. I had a farm house cheese burst (buy 1, get 1 free) pizza. Yum, it was. That's it!

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phew!

I know this is not the way I'd like to write my posts. But, there's no harm trying.

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FUCK it yeahhh! ;)

I am so close to getting fucked every fucking time...but am INTELLIGENT yay!

i couldnt control myself
i couldnt keep myself far away from this blog of mine
i couldnt find any other means to vent my feelings
i just couldnt stop reading my posts again and again
i couldnt bear the thought of not reading some blogs

Though i may not be commenting a lot on posts these days, but i certainly make sure am not missing the action in here(am not sure though :P)...ive just refrained myself from commenting i dunno y....maybe the last post is still haunting me....and like i abjured in my last post of not blogging anymore forthe time being, i realized there is no harm in writing what i feel..taking some time out of my fucked up schedule....i have things jumbled up in my mind....i wanted to write about this post long back...but i guess ill have to keep it at abeyance even now...ill write it when am bored...for the time being i have greater issues to lament here...

last night after this never ending chat with a chick cum sweetheart blogger "red soul"(5 hours maybe), it was almost 5:30 am in the mornin...this being the 2nd time i guess i chatted for such long...not to mention, i was actually moved by this girl....she's one of her own kinds...and i wouldnt like to mention bout her much here..cuz i feel this place "FUCKISM" as tis called is not even worth mentionin bout her...she deserves a lot better :)....and i like her to keep mysterious as far as my blog is concerned...hehe

anyways, i somehow managed to end the conversation and thought of keeping myself awake till 9 cuz i got college to attend at 9:30...Unfortunately i couldnt...and i managed to sleep in eternity dreaming about something i dont really remember now...i somehow dont remember my dreams....

11 o clock
Suddenly, *bang* *thud* my door swings open and i find the DEAN ACADEMICS of my college at my doorstep...i was like "What The Fucking Motherfucking shit has brought him to my room" sheesh....dreams were nomore..i could only fantasize agony and suffering now....i knew I was fucking screwed....i never ever dreamt of such a day...my college dean waking me up...wow...one fucking shit an experience it was....

i could barely see his face considering i slept at 5:30 and i usually look like a drunkard when i wake up..i could only manage to collect myself and listen to what he was saying..here is the conversation that followed..am not sure but yeah i guess this is it...

deano:: what is your name?

waCko:: Anshuman Bhartiya

deano:: which year?

waCko:: IVth year sir *with all the pride and raising eyebrows*

deano:: hmm...i know bout you...ive heard that you are intelligent

waCko:: *WTF* *grins sheepishly* *nods head* hmm.....

deano:: how come you still sleeping?

waCko:: *murmurs god knows what*

deano:: you have to call your father!

waCko:: * tries to make weird faces* *murmurs again god knows what*

deano:: you are being expelled from the hostel!

waCko:: *fuck you* *fuck your whole fucking family* *go get yourself fucked from some fucked up whore* *you fucking idiot*

deano:: did you say something?

waCko:: huh? *continues cursing him*

deano:: bring an application to me

waCko:: *uff..who's gonna bother writing one*


after everthing was being said and done, i realized i was screwed..my cursings wouldnt reach that arse..he was adamant!

but for once, i was happy..because the dean of my college knew bout me...lol and he wouldnt wanna expel any student as intelligent as I am :P and thats what precisely happened....

I gave him the application and there was he starting to gear up to orate his fucked up so called "lesson learnin" speeches...i realized I should better act as if I was much concerned to whatever he was telling because after all, this was certainly much better and bearable than those fucked up classes (which i so excel in missing them)

I am finally relieved but after all this happened, am still afraid of the deano dropping by my room and waking me up because I know I wouldnt just fucking attend the first lecture..

and yeah i got a fucking operation for my fucked up wart tomorrow...wonder wht fucking shit tis gonna look like after that!

bye fuckers...m kinda happy today!

Damn..

k..lemme show you the latest happening thing with me...my fucking WART

i fucked it up by applyin the corn cap not knowing that this is not a corn but a wart

it eventually affected the skin all round the wart weakening it and making it white but didnt do anything to the corn...damn...

it started hurting me..and i decided to visit a skin specialist...

the doc told me that it'd take a radio frequency to remove it and it would cost 650 bucks..phew!

the pic is above..

ANYWAYS....here goes my current mood:

i feel utterly disgraced

i feel pissed offff

i feel like literally fucking some one so baddddd...

damn...i fucking hate when any loser fucking takes away my newspaper from my room without telling me...

please dont curse me buttt i literally feel like fuckin this whole world..

my room's a mess not because i keep it like that but due to some losers who wouldnt know any fucking etiquettes..

m just pissed off too bad...dont feel like writing anything anymore...

damn...one more thing troubling me is the mindset of some fuckers who supposedly have been blogging since ages now...they just dont have the guts to come out and meet new people...what the fuck! they seem quite happy with their own beloved friends that they wouldnt mind anything done by dear ones..but if someone like me does that, they consider it as if am the biggest loser and am the one who has brought the greatest miseries ever in their life...

i literally feel as if this place is full of selfish people who wouldnt care for anyone around them but for themselves..then y the fuck have they camouflaged it??

if i write my confessions somewhere(dirty or whatever it may be, but in a funny way) on a joint blog, i get cursed for it...some people feel as if the taste of the post is not good....fine i dont give a damn..the post gets removed by the author...fine i dont give a damn either...the author feels as if the so-called fucked up image of the blog would come down...fine..the authors perspective..i totally respect it......buttt if a well known blogger for that matter writes a post related to him and some fellow bloggers of the joint blog, that too in a bizarre and humorous way but stressing on something totally dirty(as some sensitive people would like to put it as..i found it humorous definitely), he gets praised for it...what the fuck! just because people know him, have met him...and just because I havent been on this blogsvile for much time...cmmon go get a life you guys..this is soooo sick...this is sooo not done...

you think am not matured...y dont you fucking look at yourself ..you fucking moron!

pheww...i really need a break from this....

anyways, i was here to bid my adieu for sometime due to my gre preparations but this thing just got me tooooo much into my head that i couldnt stop cribbing bout it...

adieu (for the time being)

i just hope things will be good the next time i even think of blogging...

fuck you!

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!!

Mindfucked!

My mind being fucked, the last thing I wanted to do was get it overfucked by writing a post here. But me being bitten by this Blogging Bug offlate, the only thing I manage to do is think about what to write here. After hours or perhaps days of careful observation, I finally conclude my mind is a mess right now. I got thousands and thousands of nerves battling up my mind tryin to control me just like Voldemort tries to enter into Harry Potter's mind in the latest HP flick.He looks ugly with his nose and mouth blended together..yuck! Not far behind is our very own Bollywood which just doesnt seem to stop copying Hollywood movies and remaking them just because they think we indians are too dumb and would supposedly like a new idea coming up. Do you wanna Partner? Yeah, Partner; just another remake of the Hollywood movie Hitch. The only thing I liked in this film was the idea of bringing Rajpal Yadav into the scene but unfortunately I guess, David Dhawan couldnt sign him properly. He appeared in short bursts during the entire movie. ewww...wht a pity! DD u listening??

So you see, the movies been adding more fuckiness to my mind rather than alleviating it. Anyways, what I really wanted to crib is about the other things which have been circumlocuting my mind.

• The GRE preparation has finally started to take a toll on me. I never realized it would be so frustrating studying some stupid non-sensical reading comprehensions relating to politics and other scientific studies, some totally irrelevant antonyms whose options(5 f em) look like they all are correct, cramming up word lists which I bet am eventually not going to remember and some stupid 6th grade mathematics.
• Moreover, I got to write Statement of Purposes's for 4 different universities and get Letters of Recommendations from 3 different people.
• I got to sit and search for the apt universities on the internet which so doesnt seem to happen because of all the Blogging, Orkutting and Chatting I keep doing the whole day.
• I need to get my passport ready.
• I need to get my TOEFL dates.
• I need to go on a shoppin spree desperately.
• I need to make a visit to the American Centre to get my certificates attested.

And finally, the ever fucked up UPTU and my very own college DIT have messed up things to such an extent that the 6th sem results of my batch havent been declared as yet inspite of the other college results.

Damn! What a mess!

This is the last week that I can officially enjoy before I get back to my college for the final year of my engineering. I just hope, I get better!

ciao for now.