Blogging is one of the typical task to perform specially when u r running out of time energy material and specially a topic, but its ma blog and i can write scrap also on it and no one can stop me not even Google itself.
It was a time of mid Dec when cold was on its peak, breeze was blowing, surrounding were full of silence and everyone surrendered himself in their packed home.Although m a chain smoker but sometimes even god pumped the smoke in ur mouth. i was waiting for ma turn in hostel mess and shivered every after 10 sec.I decided to have ma dinner in room under the warmth of room heater so i took the plate and headed towards the dormitory.
I love Britishers specially in this season when it comes to a use of a spoon instead of hands. I enjoyed the food and and passed ma plate just outside the door and jumped inside ma blanket without any crapy hand wash( who wants to pay such a big price to b hygienic).sometimes even food is more alcoholic than real alcohol it reacts immediately with an adverse effect of sleepyness...specially when u r student.
m enjoying ma sleep inside ma warmth little shelter till i found a knock on ma door... some how i woke up!! sleepy eyes sleepy voice nd sleepy mind too...i asked whoz that..?? no reply... i slept again ...suddenly i found a hard stuck on ma door . I woke up again..!!
Someone is hitting ma balcony door with horrible voice in the midnight. Still i cant imagine the scenario as m mind is still sleepy than suddenly a sound of " ghunghuru " came. ma mind moved first time i flash backed IRFAN KHAN's "MANO YA NA MANO" and AAHAT, i jumped for ma mobile with HANUMAAN CHALISA(actually order was interchanged) i tried to call ma mate....WTF!! insufficient balance...
I shouted for help, even from the deepest frm ma throat but ma strongest effort went soundless, m shivering again but this time reason was not same, i tried to hide ma self inside the quilt but only this time ma blanket was unable to hide maself. but human was the best creature of god so I collected the courage, reunited ma guts, checked for balls, relaoded ma nerves and decided to open the door...ya i decided to open the door(inside m fighting with maself that y i took this decision). I went for the latch and free it...uuuuffff it was a little MONKEY playing with some sort of "jhunjhuna" and this jhunjhuna made ma whole night jhunjhuna.
BROken DESires
LOose CONtroL
LOve LOst LAbour
STRuggLIng STreeTS of LOve
VIRgiNIty Vs FLIrtinG
A HIddEN HUnk's PERsoNAl
2 comments:
in ur lyf, only time once someone knocked doors urs??? or do u surrender mind of urs to collected the courage, reunited urs gut, reloaded ur balls, and decided to open the door each time some "yellow yellow dirty fellow" stucks on ur door with a horrible voice.
woohh!!...nice one buddy
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