April 15, 2011

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April 15, 2011

(A scene of yesterday) “I had just asked why buaji is coming here and babaji tells me that this much avoidance to people causes mental weakness.”

I was thinking about girls on the bus in the morning. I was thinking about my last expedition into the world of ladies (teachers, maidservants, and students of NIEC). It was really bad for what it became, it had already started and I came to know about it very late, things had gone really worse and few bimbos were responsible for that (Anshu ma’am, Gareema ma’am, and forty-naughty-maidservant). It was really a great experience until it became greatly awful than anything I have ever been through. Huh, I was thinking and just eyeing another voluptuous hottie of my age to see what are the things like with me now. And, as I stepped down the bus from behind while still trying to catch a glimpse of the babe I was struck by a motorcycle, which sped into me. That was worth watching.

I am skeptic about passing today’s exam. It was CS. I messed the things, and this time I am not blaming the sleep, I am blaming myself for wasting the time during the day and not utilizing that (well of course I have reasons for that also, and I was helpless in the situation). 

Okay, Nishant Joseph called me around five in the evening and he wanted me to see a sir of his who was of my age and was Rs 30000 per month. I simply agreed to see him. It was a joke, it was another scandal like E-Biz, and it was about Infocom-something-Pvt. Ltd. Total crap, but I listening to every word carefully and didn’t spoil Nishant’s mood. Nishant said he was into the thing; he paid Rs 7572 to the company. Now, only god knows what will happen next.

Last night, I cleaned all my Mobile phone photos. There were 700 of those, and now there are only 295. It was a time consuming thing, and I could have studied but I preferred not to, and hence I am failing in today’s exam. Well, I got something at the cost of something. Guess what, Manju buaji’s venomous words had catalyzed the thing.
God bless me
Ashish