Graaaave Diggaaaa…..

I have to admit i’ve been a lil thick about things. Heh, god knows if i’ve ever been this dumb.
so lets get this straight. I take two mutually exclusive situations, mix em up in my head, and start thinking about them simultaneously thinking im some kinda genius with people. aaah….the kick in the balls was almost expected.

Simply put, i was very close to doing the same mistake i made with Zorro all those years ago. Still regret that shit. Man, if those DSOI parties were anything but uncomfortably retarded, i’ll eat my head. Though every man has had his weak moments. I had mine this week. And the last. And the week before that.

lets just have a normal 10 days for a change. Let Utsav be over, let us win a lil. Let us drink rum a lil. Twill all be fine.
Ma, paise bhejo

ps. sorry, my two dickhead-friends. I forgot what bro chilling was for a while. HA. Kuchh din ruk jaao. daaru at bacchus is ON!

grease…

On a very honest note, its extremely difficult to assess the current situation. Finally hostel life is starting to seem as worth it as it was in first year. A lot of things are clearer now. With two exceptions. First one being my fucked up APPARENT love life. And the second is the ego problems the folks here are having.
One good thing about this blog is that my hostel mates don’t know about it. Well, except a few. But seriously, even if they knew i wouldnt give two hoots about it.

The daaru parties these days have become rather uncomfortable owing to the fact that all my some of my batchmates have started behaving like dickheads. They need to learn to take things as they come and not poke their nose into people’s business. kahan jaa rahe ho? kya kar rahe ho? kiske saath ho?

bhenchod….ye koi poochhta hai?

saala mood fuck kar dete hain.
Kabhi kabhi lagta hai daaru chhod doon.
Bloody idiots.

Our social experiments have failed it seems. Now no point trying.