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.