How Dare You!?! You Racist

This incident dictated is written deliberately and is meant to hurt the mindsets of people who think they have evolved with the world, evolved!?! Really?

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It was late afternoon at one fine boring day at college. The class was appearing much like a center of boredom, people were busy in killing the boredom, some were busy in dreaming, some were staring at the chalk box with open mouth, some preferred to slip into a noon nap, the rest left were busy in playing Poker. Poker is one game for which half of my class goes sane from insane. Given a chance they could probably bid their own house. Their Walls on Facebook is a living evident that how badly they have been smitten by this P game; lucky me, I am miles away from such pseudo madness. The game was going intense; I would have never known the intensity of the game if Anubhav haven’t murmured it in his mouth.

The long reign of Abhishek as the King of Poker was coming to a halt. Utkarsh was taking a lead and from the facial expression Abhishek didn’t like it. He lost, yes the champion was beaten and a new hero of Poker was born in the class, of course not literally born. Abhishek couldn’t digest the fact so he called another game to claim his title once again with a lewd remark at Utkarsh. Lewd remark!?! Yes, the remark was indeed lewd and it chuckle the great Poker players. The comment passed wasn’t ordinary, it was meant to hurt and was directed to penetrate deep inside Utkarsh’s heart, so it did. The comment was Racist. Utkarsh’s colour was the thing which Abhishek loathed.

Episode 2: Reunions After the Last Day

This post is a part of Episode 1: Glimpse from the Past. Specially written for four of my best friends who are often available here to comment (call it never). Again this post is the reflection of Bond that we share. 

Anecdote—

I was waiting for my bus to arrive at my bus stop. "Oh! Bhaiya bus aa gaye" Mohit claimed at sharp 7:25 A.M. Within no time the bus crossed Preet Vihar and there I was. I could hear the hustle and bustle coming out from the School Building as soon as the Bus # 1 entered the Main Gate. It was a normal day just like a normal Thursday until I realized Thursday February 7 is going to be the my Last Day at L.P.S. Though the realization was late and I still repent over it.

The joy of leaving the school for a new beginning of new Life filled me up. New College, new people, new place, It was all so exciting which over-shadowed the fact that one day I'll miss this place which I once cursed. The day kicked up with straight three period bunks perhaps the best bunk with them. We unwillingly attended physics lecture since we were all tired. “I need to feed my tummy”, said Akshit. And like a good friend I snatched his lunch box and ate all his bread jam. My body shivers down the spine when I try to recall what that jerk did to me after he clinched me, if you’re curious to know what his actions were, well trust me you don’t want to see you’re being fitted perfectly between the two benches, do you? After learning about his animal-like strength I always irritates him, his inhuman acts gives a perfect back massage.

We for Vodka

This is an On Demand post. Meant to reflect the bonds of friendship.

I reached home at about 8 P.M. All tired. Struggling not to let unconsciousness to take over my mind but steadily I was slipping into this endless peaceful world.


Mom - So late!?! Seems my child has been working a lot at college.
Me - Hmm...
Mom - So when did you left for home?
Me (weak tone) - Mum I'm tired, I am going to bed.
Mom - Haan?? You haven't taken anything into your stomach. How could you think that I'll possibly let you go to sleep?
Me (ignorance) - I'm dozing off. Wake me at 7 in morning.


What actually happened that morning—


From what I could hazily sum up– I was heading towards my college when I got a call from Gaurav (my best pal, I thought so), asking me to disembark from the Metro as soon as possible.

A life changing lesson

Twitched right ankle, skinned knee, scratched hands, a jerk in left shoulder and an erratic feeling of nausea surrounded my thoughts when a sudden quake hit me hard. It wasn't something ordinary, the quake was a wave of anger with a perfect amount of high pitch dissolved within it which certainly brought me down to the Earth from a Battle field of Thoughts raging between my ears. "Dekh liya? Maine toh pehle he kaha tha but your so called Gen X thinks their parents are miles apart from their own metro believes/thinkings. We don't talk rubbish when we exhort you, it's our experience which says. Now go to your room and don't you dare to come out until tomorrow. I'm bringing First Aid box" roared my Mom.

Yesterday my Dad gifted a shimmering white Honda Activa to my younger brother upon his 10th board success (yeah, he is a 9 pointer and definitely not a Ghissu/Nerd). Activa as a gift came to us more as like a shock instead of a surprise. Kilometer counts 3 Kilometers and fuel meter displayed 'F' ('F' is not to be mistook, here it means Full) took us to an ecstasy. Ah! It was a bliss. 3 rounds of Activa within the society is what it took for us to believe it is for real. Soon after we realized the shock was reality we embarked to our home sweet home (a sudden Bliss makes everything so good). My brother ditched me (like he always does. Hope you know) and went to his own world of Doraemon. 

I was parking My Activa when a sudden soft-silky voice called for my name. "Hell, I know this voice". I forced my body to take a turn of 180 degree and there she was. Ishita, my neighbor, a cutie pie wearing blue jeans and pink top with an appropriate quote 'Look Above you Jerk' (Yes, I know you are envy of me), I immediately moved my attention to her face. 'Hi' she said with an excitement. I reciprocated her Hi with 'Hie' with twice the excitement that of hers.


'Oho! Naya Activa. Badhiya hai!'' she said it with a great joy. I replied with a triple joy that my Dad gifted it to me without any reason. She was baffled. Not giving much of a consideration to my reply she asked me a favor- Hey! Can you teach me how to drive this? I was flustered, it took me fraction of millisecond to say "Why not yaar!". 'It was my serendipity, Ishita and me. Thank you God. You made a dude's day" was what I was shouting in my thoughts as hard as I could but was also keeping an account that Ishita might not hear it (how smart of me). 

Hi 'blogger.com', I'm new here.

My first post. Gosh! It is so exciting to post something of my own on something of my own. Though I'm not much into writing which makes it pretty much clear that I am not going to be interesting and there you go, the reason behind the creation of my Blog. I aim to get an uphold on my writing skills, I cannot satirize someone over net without penning down what I actually mean. Huh!

I know, I know its the blog's name which is bothering you, I have a perfect word for your concern Amature. Progress will lead to a better name to this blog.

Apart from this now I can boast about my own stuff, I am a Blogger, sounds cool na? News That Matters Not, ya ya the 'Indian News humour and satirical social commentary website'. I recently got associated with it, and yes certainly got something more to talk and boast about, but later.

'Blogging is necessary for someone who is planning to write, criticism and praises really helps to grow'- This is what I think. 

Its better to get criticized on Blog and overcome the flaws than to get trashed on a website by some random Cynic

Else if no-one is reading my blog at least I can admire my own work with a light smile. Yet another reason for Blogging. :P

Let the first post be short, kind of an intro to my Blog. Hope you aren't bored already. :D