BAND OF BOYZZ contd...

To his left sitsthe most reverred ,respected BABA.He sails with a vision to become a maverick or iconoclast.Sometimes breaking the norms by copying wats being taught but otherwise hes always busy in his world of words ,characters and plots.A nonmelliflous rock follower,shy butwith a wit,he smiles elegantly but laughs his heart outand ya he loves chaffing too.
Oh there in one corner is the GG guy.A leader by birth,but with a rationale.A humble,down to earth boywho'll never let u know that hebelongs to an affluent clan.Quite versed in profanitiesbut also well equipped with the contents of a dictionary.He aspires to be grt and has the prerequisities but above all an outstanding human being.
The last but nt th eleast ,the lover boy of r band.RISH2COOL is an amiable ,unprovoked,a conossiuer of porn and visions to be a software wizard.Hes careless but with lot of hopes.Hes a no dabbler in the art,he gives u every chance for a homosexual experience.....

BAND OF BOYZZ

ONCE again ,theres no deviation in the proceedings.D.K is again at its best ,to lull the class.His
lullabies are casting a spell of drowsiness and boredom. I see the expressionless countenances of my branch mates,each eagerly waiting fr the hands of clock to strike the stipulated hours.On the frst bench are Aadi,Mehta,both with a pretence of sincerity on their faces ,making sure watever adversitiesthey might be faced with ,the superessential notes are made.
Although his head is in his hands,clearly outsmarted by D.K with his doomsayings,but Mehta stands unruffled,driven by the urge to stay at the top.
Muski as usual travels in his thoughts with an undying spirit to formulate a new FATTA.To make notes is not his curriculum.
Here sits another guy whos also inflicted with sincerity bug.While he picks his nose,he does teh tardy job of filling his notebook for others.Thats Ankur for u.
In front of me sits teh ever oblivious guy.To him its an enigma to be part of this world.No,hes not ignorant but a bit indifferent.Hes the king,BAADSHAH,.An asshole ,a euphemismto describe him,no guesses ,no prizesto identify him.
He sit sbeside me with a tag "CUT ,COPY, PASTE".Unknown to V.K's , A.K's and others teachings btu still is at the zenith of success.An ever ebullient ,calm and egoless person but quite lethal and unexpected when provoked ,for us he is Himanshu goyal frm Delhi.

Mad-House-1

My ceramic department is a madhouse. If you ever have the good chance of passing by the gate of the ceramic department, and then if by some bad omen, you find yourself stepping into the madhouse, you'll, in a very short time, come to know the extent of madness that revels under the reeking armpits of the dickhead professors there.
Yes, I proudly proclaim that I'm a dickhead too. So are my branchmates. So is everyone else who has had the lifetime opportunity of pursuing his or her B.Tech in the ceramic department that is one and only one of its kind in the whole wide world.
But, I wasnt a dickhead before coming here. Nor was I a dickhead during the first year that I spent in my college. It was only after I entered the second year and with it my ceramic department, that the first symptoms of my dickheadedness started to show up. It's an infection here in this department. Whoever enters it, spends some "quality" time here, tends to become a dickhead. Many of us escape. Like I'd do next year. But some unfortunate guys stay back. They become professors and readers and lecturers and what not. They slowly climb up the ladder in the department and simultaneoulsy stoop down the ladder to moronic hell. By the time they have spent more then ten years, they are sunk in the deep shit-pond of dickheadedness. They have become what their students often call them, "real dickhead".

Spare a thought for us. As I already stated, many of us manage to escape. But the escape is only cosmetically successful. On the outside, a passed out ceramic engineer is like that POW who has been to hell, spent some time there, died a thousand deaths of boredom, and still been able to return to the outside world. On the inside though, the scars of the wounds that a ceramic engineer sustains during his purgatory in the madhouse-hell, continue bleeding. His mental state was rendered a fatal blow during that system-induced cleansing that took three years to complete. A brainwash that is so extensive and so clinically successful that what you have is a Zombie trying to lick his wounds back to normalcy.

More on the Madhouse in my next post.

the man-oh-pause...!!

Continuing with our discussion on vaginal reveries ......and to add to the stardom ...non other than the "dickhead".....this fella is under a strong impression right from his childhood days that any given day any good looking coy would come to annihilate her pussy to this coal black dick from dick"PRADESH"......seems and sounds baffling though......but yet with all the passing time he awaits for the sexual hey-day ........presumably next on the list is the pseudo-virginal pinky boy from the pink city of ruddier pussies than any other face of earth....supposedly this was his own argument......the reveries take u-turn here with all the vagina dreaming of this pinky dick "rish".......like a blooming flower he showers his pseudo viginity to these daisies generating an aura of an eternal rumination at its pinnacle.......the pause here seems in cognate to vagina and hence term man-oh-pause becomes man-oh-vagina.....the sound undulation in this term alone describes the phenomenon of pause in the upper thinking rationale of any rational mammal .....this phenomenon is although comlying with ideologies of our first rational man ....newton's third law..........and hence showing that the phenimenon is equivocated ....and so it becomes.......vagina-oh-man.......to be continued

vaginal reveries ......

Just continuing from where i left , just to make sure that my Lord Nunna "tyler" "dickhead" was being served inadequately........Girl .......a big pause in a man's life .....has the most beautiful niche in this universe to keep all one eyed snake charmers under its shade like an innocent lamb ready for glimpse of even vestige of the god's most beautiful and lava erupting volcanic hatch...........Starting with the various quirky jerks......and their own neverland of vaginal plethora we have our most reticent of the Dick ink writers..."AAJ"...quite fmailiar in looks but the best one in this arena of jerk yard wars.....known not just for the potent in doing it but for giving it also a panache......with a dream of clamping to anything available at first hand.....no matter what it might look like....ready to relinquish the man-made virginity........AAJ's abilites are more enhanced in presence of the most scary looking vaginal scums ...........next on the list is the most articulate of the fellas and not to forget our one and only "ABAB".....ABAB is gifted by God for alluring any goddamn VAGina,be it placied or frenzy , be it of the size of chasm or orifice , be it pristine or impure ....he's got it all to his tally.......one of the most beautiful thing about vaginal reveries is that u get to live a thousand ages in a life and a thousand vaginal cum shots in a dream.........so why just squander around fucking a singleton of desperate entrapments...........To be continued..!!

Upside-down

Feeling well is something which has not come by my way for a long time now. I do try very hard to get the feel well thing going but it eludes me.
My friends, who are very strange and a little derange in their daily habits, are involved in a new experiment these days. The experiment is highly confidential. They seldom talk to me these days. One of them even declared publicly that My Existence is a direct threat to their experiment. I really don't get it. How on earth, a simple guy like me could be a threat to anyone or any experiment? I guess everything is not right about what's happening in those half-bald heads of my friends. They are day dreaming illusions and conjuring up devils in saintly and honest guys like me. Well, I think it's none of their fault. After all, when you work on a something that you really care about, it is but natural that you would become over possessive. So I forgive them. Someday, that certainly ain't very far I hope, they will realize their mistake. Then they will ask for my forgiveness. For a few but not very brief initial moments, I would enjoy them, making a truly legitimate scorn or rather a frown on my face. I would stand with my hands folding down on my breasts. My head would be slanted at a peculiar angle, my eyes staring at something far away, may be an eagle flying very low. The patches below my eyes would convey the gravity of my vindicated soul to those kneeling down before me, begging for my forgiveness. And then like God, I'd forgive them. I'd be the saintliest soul in this whole wide world. I'd be the master of this god damn lousy Universe. Haahhh..Great..!!!!

chutape ke laddu ...!!!

I wonder and sometimes may be unconsciously think of what is exactly am doing on earth and esp. in midst of so many intellectual and sane fellas likewise mentioned as tyler and baba and etc. . As far is tyler is concerned I think he has done too much for the welfare of the community that sometimes even god is astonished of his social conscience .Regarding Baba , or better Abab , is I think he's the last of the trace of human civilization amongst all aliens on this earth and I have no qualms that under his mentorship any chimp or or a herd of morons can be phlegmatized .I'll be adding soon more to this tally about the uniqueness of other intellects.
Till then ciao.

Well...

OK, so my time has come.
Lot of fucking around has been going on all around me these days. And all of it is very hard for me to understand. My Friend Murali is not well. He is suffering from a disease. A Disease whose name I know not. A Disease which has seriously affected his mental capabilities. It is infectious. I have felt it. Rikki, who spent quite a bit of time with Murali, is also suffering from the same disease. Both Rikki and Murali have gone a bit crazy. Yesterday Rikki and Murali were trying to drop my liver temperature to zero kelvin. Day before yesterday, they were shouting at the top of their voices. When I asked them why were they doing that, they gave me an answer that made me pee in my pants. They were trying to contact aliens from the outer space they said.
How did it all start. Well, I don't know exactly, but I think I've got a vague idea. According to me, our simple lives went undone a week ago when we found out that Professor Bhatta has decided to remarry. Well, that wasn't exactly the thing that did us in. It was when he proposed to Joshi that the world started falling around us. Joshi, who had never ever showed any gay tendencies, promptly rejected the offer. Proff. Bhatta, in his libido rage, has sworn that he would see to it that we won't be passing his subject in this academic year.
From then on, many of my friends have gone back home. Some have stayed back. Some are planning to kill Proff. Bhatta. Others are trying to force Joshi to accept Proff. Bhatta's offer. A few have gone mad and now roam naked on the ghats of Ganga. Some have eloped with their girlfriends. Some others have eloped with their sisters. I think I'm the only one who has got a bit of sanity left.