'Ignorance isn't bliss forever'
When one gets along an irritating person, thing, or habit, it may sound intelligent to ignore them all. But, it doesn't work that way for our psych, our mental being. Attention seeking irritating people can keep one's brain highly occupied in inhibiting from producing thoughts. So it is supposed to be fought, not escaped. Look onto them, recognize them, people like them, their behavior, actions. Once you know what they do and what they are, it should not be difficult to device a reaction for their actions. Plus, there will be nothing you need to know, or don’t need to know, because you already know it all.
February 11, 2011
That old woman, Ms. Bhati died last night. She used to look well in her health; she used to walk around in the society, had friends with most extravagant house-wives, and used to look like in the early years of old age. News came home via chachi; she had seen her last night around ten when she was walking in the society. And around 0030 last night, she just slipped after the attack of some ailment.
I was thinking about her death, and thinking of amma growing old each day. Huh!
It was the second day of the sports meet. I sat in the library to study Communication Systems. I have no place on earth where I can be alone. I mean, being alone is not what I want but I want no disturbance. That’s impossible at home, chachi and Prashant both are d**kheads, I can’t even expect them to act like normal, let alone intelligent.
I was home around seven. It feels good to travel at night, crowded bus passing by traffic of Delhi roads.
God Bless ‘Me’
Ashish
February 10, 2011
I didn’t wake up to study early after having wasted time in sleeping, watching TV, and watching movie on laptop last night. Chachi and kids had gone to a wedding, then.
I reached college at around eleven. And I sat there till four-thirty in the evening. I studied ‘Communication Systems’ it required third semester math which I had missed, so I had to do and still have to do that missing part of math course from third semester.
Result is still a month away but the way chachi ask for it is disturbing, as if she owns me.
God Bless ‘Me’
Ashish
February 9, 2011
I wasn’t about to miss today’s ADA (Algorithms Analysis and Design) class after being made the class coordinator yesterday. I reached college on time well around eight. It wasn’t difficult to study Prashant’s sir subject after having spent hours in library to do the same.
Well, getting to class was worth the money I spent on reaching college on time. I spent R29 to get there. Otherwise, I travel free for weeks!
It was a fine day at college, I came back home early at four. Oops, I had not thought that I would find chachaji on the door. I thought he left but when I reached home, he was about to leave. Huh!
I also have to count the R50 I gave up to Hemanshu Verma of S2. I didn’t mind lending him that money; otherwise, I am not even a spender.
I was doing second semester Math, now I should better catch up with this, the 4th semester subjects. First terminal tests are nearing. First is on 27th of February.
God Bless ‘Me’
Ashish
February 8, 2011
Yesterday it was amma and babaji’s wedding anniversary, but I almost forgot that. I forgot that, I mean.
I went to college early today to attend to 8am class. I had to make the clayey cake of the powdered-wheat by myself. Amma herself had incited me to do that, and next she was abusing me for entering ‘her’ kitchen.
Yesterday, Neha had told me that whole class thinks that I’m a psycho. And, today in the first ADA class by our class teacher, I got to lucky to be the third class coordinator, others our Apurva and Varun. I was feeling proud about it, but I am worried because who knows how long I am going to stand by the teacher’s expectations.
Gurarchi has been messaging me since, I don’t even remember, since starting of this month. And, she wants me to be someone-special of hers. It’s silly how these women want a person so badly they don’t even know. She is just a link for me to my lost school-memories, nothing more than that. But, I’m going to keep it with myself for some time now.
As I was hopping towards home after returning from college, I was stopped by Amogh, Hardik, and Harshit. They were in the parking. They sometimes make me feel so f***ing special. It hurts deep inside why others can’t see the same thing in me too. Yesterday, Hardik found me in the market. When he said to me that I was going to US for a better life, I was feeling unrealistic about it. It was amazing how I was surprised by my own once said words.
Anu and Ankur both passed their group exams in CA. We are having celebration today.
God Bless ‘Me’
Ashish
February 7, 2011
I woke up in a rush at 0802, something. I went to amma’s room to get ready and leave with babaji.
As we waited for Manju buaji on the bus stop, driver told babaji to clean the wound which was bleeding on his forehead. Actually, babaji bruised his forehead near the brow by the edge of the door. It felt extremely awful to see yet another loss in by some means. How can I be so thoughtful about such things at this age?
I couldn’t attend even the nine-am class for coming late. Then we were just made to sit in the DCS (Digital Circuits and Systems) lab. Ms. Neeru ma’am was not in the mood to teach, you see! I was left alone. The class is so poor! I was reading Abhilash’s notebook and when I tried to ask him and Mukul what they were talking about I was looked down by the Mukul Chandra, wow, wow, wow, is that reality I am living in?
I was in the badminton court eating my lunch and I didn’t raise my head up to see but I knew I was being watched by people hanging on the bridges on the top floors on my left. Well, the game was going on the right, so that kept me at ease.
After sitting alone whole day, I was met by Neha in the last class. She came by to ask about that post. And after a hearty talk, she just said if next time to any such thing, I should be excluding her name too. It was a favor, she said, she was asking for. And, I learnt what this bitch was up about, well, that doesn’t hurt anymore. I have a clear pass to Apurva Sood, but my pocket is not filled enough for nobody.
Neeru ma’am is after me. She was acting totally slutty whenever I saw her. The way she eyes me, and I was literally scared for a second when I was bent down to search for a page in my bag and she came down the row to stand next to me. She had run her finger on my table like trying to seduce. This is going beyond limits. I am totally infamous at college, just one case and I am dead.
You know, it felt proud when in the break Apurv referred to me as ‘Tank of Our Class’.
God Bless ‘Me’
Ashish
February 6, 2011
I went to buy books today. And chachaji came back today, for mere two days to my gladness. We saw each other before I left for Daryaganj.
I collected books from a single shopkeeper. I mean, I didn’t get to go to another. He suited me. Though, he wasn’t very profitable for me.
After that, I went to badi buaji’s house. I had sort of breakfast around twelve, I told badi buaji to keep it light but it went on to becoming heavy, though I had never expressed myself in words. Huh!
Then, it was normal life at her place. I sat on computer with Ankur in the office, and we were upstairs for lunch. After lunch, Shruti and I had kind of a serious talk about her preparation for board exams and life after that. I mean, she is troubled by her almost nil preparations for three subjects. And, in those subjects, she failed to clear the pre-board exam. It is Chemistry, Physics, and Math. It is funny how a science student can fail in PCM.
I was just sitting downstairs whole time long, taking x-rated movies from Ankur. I was home with Ankur in his car because badi buaji sent him to buy some bakery items from some far away shop and in the process, he just came by to Manu Apartments with me.
Chachaji saw the books, and not much inspection of the prices and other details, just a casual view of everything. That was easy to handle.
God Bless ‘Me’
Ashish
February 5, 2011
Last night I was crying in bed for having such a f***ing sick life. Today while sitting in college I almost structured a new religion, Modern-Day-Jainism, or more clearly Jainism-post-2011. It states that God has no known face on name. And god is neither omniscient, nor a retard, unlike what all other religions try to prove.
Before writing this, I literally went to dropping two heavy drops of tears on the page on the book I was reading. It was more noticeable how I got back to normal in no time. Crying was because of the last night again. Life never felt so sick before.
I have been missing sleeping hours and have been napping in evenings and afternoons so I generally feel my head shaking which remind me of earthquakes. I mean I have faced quaking tremors one night I always get the same feeling every time my spins out of natural weakness.
In the library after having shed tears, it went quite around me. These days, I can hear my heart beating; I can feel my blood pumped into my skull, that’s it is so heavy because of all kinds of troubles from life.
I was home in the evening, and I was asleep.
God Bless ‘Me’
Ashish
4 February 2011
Babaji said Manju buaji was angry with him yesterday morning. I get to hear this kind of bullshit when I am there in amma’s room for bathing, or changing purposes. I was there in the morning. I didn’t pay attention to that, but still it comes to my mind and I have to make special efforts to avoid it.
Later when amma called Manju buaji on phone, buaji almost wept as I heard amma saying.
I went to the college and it was fine. During the return trip, as I climbed the bus a girl was doing her hair and I just found it funny somehow. I had to first laugh and as she saw me, my pursed lips opened up in smile. She was cute: I have to say that. And I didn’t mean to scare her. But she and her friend checked me almost a dozen times after that, it was awful in its own. Her friend changed the bus on Red Fort and the girl changed her seat from second to mine in the next row to the most distant one. The first one in the same row, the one that also falls in the seats reserved for women. Huh!
I was asleep and there was this drama from Prashant, of leaving the lights and door opened. I couldn’t sleep after ten, that’s when he begins his activities. I was reckoning my options of living life here. One is going to Trinagar, second is managing time-table to adjust the disturbances which this idiot creates, and continuing a life here. It sucks when I have to tell myself that Ashish cut down your hopes for reaching high because your run isn’t on the same track as that of a professional. I can’t even trust babaji when it comes to the most important decisions of my life, because on almost every such point of my life he has always disappointed me, not once or twice.
I am not lying nor do I have words to describe how it feels. Just tell me, when does a grown man cry?
I am no more going to follow the practice of reading Bhaktamar and counting beads on fingers. I just did it twice today because I missed doing it yesterday due to busy schedule. I don’t believe in blindly following any religion whatever it might be. I don’t believe in ‘God’ as the people describe them. I do believe in teachers but not gods as the people describe Him. And I don’t even understand Sanskrit; I don’t understand pure Hindi properly, let alone Sanskrit. English is my mother tongue now!
-Ashish
February 3, 2011
I posted in C.S1.E on Facebook at 2 a.m.
” Except Karishma, Astha, Shreya, Sonam, and Arushi Jain, all other females are total rude hags.
Listen bitches please take no offence. I was just putting light on your reality.”
It was deleted when I checked my account in the morning (1330). I was in library as I switched on my phone I received Vibha’s messages sent an hour before.
I studied ADA till four-thirty and then I came back home. I watched TV from 1830 to 1930, Hip-Hop Hustle, and Ticket to V.I.P.
I was asleep after that, and I got two missed calls from Vibha.
Vibha had called me ‘THE BLOODY F***ER.’ And was she threatening me of breaking up with me earlier, as if I ever felt for her!
I had never replied to her since my message card got over, funny.
Teachers in college were watching my moves, they had planned to even check it when I saw that naughty-in-forty (maidservant) walking upstairs to the classrooms. I quickly turned and headed to the library to avoid any confusion. These college keepers were everywhere, ignoring or noticing me, god knows.
I met principal today. I showed her the notice and she carefully went through it taking her full time. Then she comments in the language used in the notice itself. Like I am some fool. She never did anything about it the way she had said last time when we met.
God Bless ‘Me’
Ashish
February 2, 2011
Without tea, I can’t stay awake whole night. It feels so tiring to go to college in half-sleep.
Today again, I was thrown out in the first class. It wasn’t my fault completely. It was 10 a.m. class, Operating Systems. That stupid looking teacher (who really is stupid if trust anyone from the class) came and asked some question from the first bencher. We missed the question. And, then Aditya had opened the notebook. She probably saw that and stood him. He said he didn’t know the question, so she passed the same one on to me. I told her the same thing that she wasn’t audible here in the end. So she sent all three of us out, Aditya, Nitish, and me.
Huh, because lately I have been feeling alone so I just sat with these two and talked for an hour. Next class of Comm. Graphics was fine, and the practical class of S.E. (Software Engineering).
Sometimes you know it feels awesome to be single, the attention one gets from these single-girls most of whom are single because of there attitude. You know it just raises your price. Kanika (fatso), Shreya, Karishma, Tanvi all look at me like I am an eye-candy.
God Bless ‘Me’
Ashish
February 1, 2011
“You should not dive into murky waters”
Had I not slept till seven-forty I would have got to attend ADA class. ‘Analyzing and Designing Algorithms’ taught by Mr. Prashant. His class started at nine and I reached college at nine-thirty. I sat alone in the next class, and studied the ADA book which I had. Faizan, Apurv, and Rizwan came there; Faizan had come late while Apurv and Rizwan said they were thrown out of the class for entering late. They had entered the class a few seconds late and sir was rubbing the board when he didn’t let them in.
‘A’ Batch had Computer Graphics lab but the teacher wasn’t coming so we were free, while B-batch went to attend their lab session. I was roaming like lost soul in the break; I am supposed to be like that. I haven’t made any friends yet. Life sucks in those fifteen-twenty minutes, which seem to be like hours.
Communication Systems teacher asked for introduction today. Ah, I was literally huffing while speaking and teacher asked why I was looking tired while speaking. I didn’t want to give introduction, it sucks, and my results were oh-so-f***ing-poor. That is which every teacher asks.
Swarnlata ma’am came to the class but just let us go after taking the attendance.
The class almost seems to hate me, the groups have formed, and I can’t find a place nowhere. Plus, I learned from examination cell that 90% of the first year back-log would have to be cleared. So, I was seen in Principal’s (Yamini) room again. She said she would check it and tell me tomorrow. Now, I’m wondering at what time I should get back to her.
God Bless ‘Me’
Ashish
Today is 5th Sep. It is my mom's birthday today.
When I wished her over phone in the evening, she sounded surprised, which clearly indicates that no one had wished her the entire day.
I had tried to reach her over phone in the morning but she didn't pick then.
If my mom and I are to stay together, then her mental and emotional well-being should be my primary concern irrespective of what any bua or Anu says.
The day looked like this:
1100 - 1300: McDonald's (DLF Mall)
1600: Tea at Nanu's place (Nanu is the name of that teenager who works at the stall)
1700 - 2000: Tenzin Tibetan Spa (MDC5)
2000 - 2130: Tenzin Tibetan Kitchen (MDC5)
January 31, 2011
Last night was an extremely difficult time to pass. I was getting continuous anger-revivals from time to time, on how my life has been over these days, over these weeks, these months, and these years. I couldn’t it on one moment and punched my finger bones in a fist against the wall. It swelled, and I promised myself never to do any thing illogical out of anger. It didn’t stop till morning, hours after hours, my breathing would become fast, and I too wouldn’t act against it, just to stay calm.
Last night, I remember Shruti had made a face as if I had refused something precious to her.
Plus, I, for the first time, made healthy eye-conversation with fufaji up to some extent. Otherwise, as a child I used to find him scary, he indeed is scary, but maturity has come to me a bit.
About today, Neeru ma’am has been watching me too much since last two days or earlier I guess. It is silly if I got that teacher running after me. And technically, it is purely dangerous to take chances with a teacher in whose hands you have your internal marks, your future.
Oh god, I wear these fagged out eyes from sleepless nights, and then I at times in semi-sleep state spit rubbish about teachers from the second bench. Most of the times teachers look back at me. At I probably guess they get to hear every silent word from our mouth. It was Operating Systems teacher (Megha) today, when I called her off-of-a-buffalo and she had looked back.
“The class hates, but they can’t resist themselves to take a chance either.”
In morning when I was walking down the road to the college, Karishma came from behind and offered lift to me on her scooty. I didn’t realize that road ahead would be too bumpy, and by the time we reached college I was sticking to her closely. I couldn’t rest my legs properly and I was holding her from upper arms.
Shruti Barapuria is a slut; she’s been ignoring me these days. The class almost hates me. And I can’t do anything about it.
God Bless ‘Me’
Ashish
January 30, 2011
I never had a day like this. I was sleeping again around 0630. It was just not reasonable, but it was I so that happened. I was not hungry but still I was thinking of foos, but somehow I managed to keep myself cool and not get mad over another sinister dumb act of anyone from this family.
It was eleven when I woke up. I had good sleep, I guess. And after brushing my teeth, I got breakfast, five sandwiches, no, four-and-a-half along with a parantha and milk.
I was asleep again after struggling with math of second semester for two hours. I woke up around five and then I prepared to attend to Anushka’s birthday party. But when I was in babaji’s room to change there happened this shit that grandpa spoke up! God only knows how much shit he can hold in his skull to launch at me when I am close! Yeah, it was about dad (Babbu), my studies, and of course about the money which he had given me for books. I was furious in my head after this talk.
I had been thinking about Shruti but nothing happened at buaji’s place. Cool, because I was busy in watching movie. And trust me, Shruti wanted me to talk, but I not that type who starts a conversation. She was real angry, upset with this. I bet, she was, it was clear from her face.
Nothing else so serious, ‘DIL TOH BACHCHA HAI JI’ was good time-pass.
Now I will stay awaken whole night to dig my dick into myself.
God Bless ‘Me’
Ashish
January 29, 2011
I was awaken whole night, and in so condition went to the college. First lecture was of DCS (Digital Circuits and Systems), Neeru madam’s class. Uh, she just let me in, there were hardly fifteen minutes left. Well, even that’s okay.
I got a seat next to Nishant, well that’s fine because he doesn’t have a partner. So, it was easy for him to accept me.
Next was Software Engineering class. Oh god, Mukul Chandra came and sat with us. Oh god, I wanted to react on that but I didn’t. Because talking about myself, I am nothing either. “Two Year-Back students sat together.”
Okay, the teacher started with asking marks of students in the first year and I lost my breath at that moment. Mukul skipped his turn on the face of teacher and I said fifty percent. I had said something about year back in shaky voice, which I guess teacher missed. And may be I missed my name too. Well, she asked me the reason for such a low score and I reasoned personal issues behind it. Whatever, my little respect sunk in that moment.
The teacher, Ms. Swarnlata (from the way she was dressed she looked like prick to me, and not a teacher. I don’t know how come I was having problem from her complexion. These dark women are actually irritating to eyes if they don’t present themselves well) was ignoring whole time. I couldn’t stand it first, but then it was okay. We had matched eyes once, and when it came to asking questions, I had a nice time. She started from the last of my row and I was last person questioned in those final minutes of her period.
After that, no teacher came to take a class. As we sat free in the class, I noticed I was kind of alone. I didn’t feel right to me. Akash left me his phone, and now I was tied to wait for him in the class. I was not able to enjoy music either. It felt bad, yes, bad. Fuck them all.
Faizan came to class erstwhile and he got along me. I had to enjoy his company. We went to DTC bus depot, Shahdra to collect bus pass and then I came back home in his bus. I went asleep in the bus while listening to music, but he helped me step down on right stop.
I was home and nothing after that. I watched Roadies 8 before going to bed. I can’t stand it how I used to watch this show as a child. It was so fucking unreal today.
After ten hours of sleep, I woke up at 0200 in midnight. God, that’s crazy. What’s even crazier is that I woke out of hunger and there was no food kept for me. Amma is totally stupid.
Vibha had texted me while I was sleeping. And it demanded an answer. Huh, now who’s going to help? I hadn’t even responded to the message which I had received in the bus, before going to sleep.
Yesterday, when amma told buaji about my plans to go to Tri Nagar, buaji asked if I had lost my mind. Well, I was not joking. The situation seems favorable for me to leave this place.
Shit, this idiot is awake, Prashant. I better go and catch up with my routine again.
God Bless ‘Me’
Ashish
January 28, 2011
I went to college after babaji woke me up at eight, I wasn’t supposed to be sleeping till that time, but I just fell asleep around six after trying to study whole night. Babaji came with R1200 for which I had asked him last evening and he had smiled to reply. He just told stories along with, for sleeping this long.
In the morning, babaji was saying something about Rekha buaji. I had to shut him up, anything about Rekha buaji wouldn’t mean anything to me. He went quiet for a minute with sad face, but then spoke to tell me that Rekha buaji had purchased a shirt and pant for me which she would send here if anyone exchanges between America and India. That was okay, but not important. I gave a cold reply to let it go off with smoke.
I went to college in the new car, SX4 with buaji and babaji. After they took to drop me on the Shastri Park crossing following the most convenient path for me, I was wondering if I did anything wrong while taking to be served specially.
With hangover from sleepless nights, I walk the college campus like living-dead. I reached the class and people were so fucking badly ignoring me. I straight away headed to Gaurav Sati and there got to say ‘hi’ to Apoorva too. Otherwise, Shruti Barapuria is a total slut, she would look in my way, and when I would indicate of saying ‘hi’, she would be looking away.
At the same time, Manish Bharadwaj came there and exclaimed, “Too many messages these days from your phone!” I couldn’t do anything but smile and walk away. At least now, I had learned what wrong was there.
I doesn’t feel normal to stay alone in a lively class, looks like I have lost all contacts.
I told Dhanraj to text me when sir comes to class. I reached the class around 1007 (that’s seven minutes late) and as I walk in from the back door, I didn’t recognize that sir had told me to walk out. I was closing the door and then I turned to him.
“Sorry”
“Where were you?”
“I was in the library”
“Out of the class”
(I in total astonishment) “Excuse me!”
“Get out of the class”
“But sir, I just came up to class straight from library”
“No justification”
“Sir, I promise it will never happen again”
“Out”
“I didn’t know it was your period. It is just the first time”
“Get out”
And I left the class, seeing the door closing behind me. Director came roaming to our floor but nothing serious about him. He had called HOD and when he came running, I was thinking of taking help from director but then I didn’t. HOD and I have been exchanging glances since many time, he would just look at me differently, trying to read my mind. So, I just left the place.
I went to amphitheatre, studied some of Algorithms Analysis and Design. That’s Prashant sir’s subject, cool. He should never be a problem then.
So I was actually thrown out of my first class. I took the OS (Operating Systems) class. And I found that teacher is not good. She is rather irritating if you are holding expectations from her. She was reading from her notes. I was responsive in her class, and guess she didn’t need that. So she was just eye-balling too much.
Another was Digital Circuits and Systems. Neeru madam’s subject. Apurv asked her internal marks right after wishing her. I told her not to dictate too much and we were like almost into wordy-exchange. But of course, I had to shut before her. So I did. And she was eye-balling me too much then. I tried to think about it, but I was too sleepy to do that. One thing I know is that experience of getting eye-balled from Gareema ma’am came to be of great avail today.
Apurv wears this ugly hairy-look. He has grown hair as if he’s coming straight from prison after complete a sentence of several years. As opposed to me, he wears long head-hair and facial-hair. Neeru ma’am commented on him saying that he looks like a student from neither face, nor brain. And class sank into laughter!
I went to get my bus pass at Shahdra Bus Depot but I just forget about fee-receipt and last bus-pass. So I had to come back empty handed.
I was asleep since four, and then since 2000 there was too much from TV and people making noise at my door. So I woke up with dirty eyes. I wanted spill curses, but never any came out.
God Bless ‘Me’
Ashish
January 27, 2011
It is 0112 right now. Just now at 2300 (1/26), I was out in the living room to watch television and these freaky parents (Anu and amma) were there. I should not have gone out at that time. God, how could I be so crazy?
Every time I would be in living room or amma’s room, Anu would be there and it’s just not easy to take her shit on all the time. It is just not okay, it is just not fair with life. Amma is equally irritating; I don’t how god could go this wrong in creating women who are totally nuts?
She is just always on against me in putting TV off, goddamn!
Yeah, now I’m feeling a little better but for how long. Morning is mere hours away, and it’s not going to be a new day for me. So just f*** it, I want to get out of here ASAP!
Last night I flipped the laptop off my lap to close it, and then I checked if it has started to malfunction or something. Oh, well nothing so serious but it makes some screeching voice during loading the windows which, I felt, I was hearing for the first time. Oh, god, and this brightness of screen is gone. I couldn’t find a way to manipulate brightness anywhere, so what is it, a technical snag?
Plus, just now when I opened the document, it didn’t ask for a password. What the hell, could I be so careless?
When I was home in the evening Prashant was working on laptop, hope he didn’t open my folder.
Okay, first day at college, it was fine. I didn’t wake up to get to college early. I woke up at eleven and rushed to the college. Two classes were held on first day. I got the time-table and issued two books. I spent time in the net-lab, then in the library after letting go Kirti and Hemanshu of other section.
I sat till 1630, and then I headed for the bus stop.
Vibha and her crew were ignoring me. That’s understandable. Plus, Shruti Barapuria was telling me that Kriti Bahl had told her something about me. I guessed it was the message thing. Of course, it was that.
Good news is that none of our old teachers is here to teach us. We are free from Gareema Sethi and Ankit Jain, god bless. Okay but Neeru ma’am (the Circuits and Systems teacher) is still on one subject with us.
God Bless ‘Me’
Ashish
January 26, 2011
HAPPY REPUBLIC DAY
I was awake till 0500 in the morning. I was working on this English assignment I found in one of my old diaries.
Babaji was here around ten to wake me up but I didn’t. I was wakened up by amma around 1030 when she called to come out for Maggi. I came out and then chachi says she wouldn’t serve me until I brush. I went back to bed after waiting for a couple of minutes.
I was awake at around 1200 when the loud music playing outside in the society function entered my ear. I woke up, brushed my teeth, ate Maggi, changed my clothes, and left out to attend to function. I wanted to go out and get my platter home, but then Puneet’s message came. I went out and I found Amogh, Vidhu, Appu, and Kunal there.
Amogh greeted me as if I’m someone real big person here. He bowed to touch my feet, and then we exchanged hugs. (Though, he was stepping on my foot many times while we were standing away from the crowd, which was to cool his mind down if he was thinking that it was disgraceful to playfully bow before me.)
Puneet came later, Yash Teejay too was down to feast with us (you can say that). Hardik and Harshit didn’t come because they were at hospital to attend to their father. Their father is down with chest infection, breathing problems, and sugar. Harshit let me know that later after the function.
Asha Menon didn’t look at me with hatred. Nobody else did either. I wear this Obama-Hair-Do (or Eminem’s, whatever) and clean shave, and these frameless spex make me look intelligent. I’m an engineer, after all. That’s enough for them to stay away.
This they had called some singers from some training group. Plus, they held competition in dancing for children of the society after the performance by the professional performers. It took good time. Then to fill up gap till the result came out, Sneha Bhatti performed. Oh, she is hot!
She danced on ‘SHEILA KI JAWANI’ and that was cool to see her dance. But for most people, I bet, it was difficult to digest that they were getting to see live performance of a hottie. And it was no other than their neighbor. I don’t know what to say, but it wasn’t brainy to give these people more than what they could digest or deserve, choose for yourself.
There were new faces too. I remember two new faces of two women (both of them almost chinky), and Rachna (Luthra) aunty, she’s hot too. She deserve better than that wildly hairy jerk, her husband.
It felt great to talk to Puneet. Guess I got friends here, finally. Then we had Bhanu talking to us too. He is doing Economics Honors. He caught me in the middle of our intelligent conversation, when I was talking faster than I was thinking. He pointed if Prabhav was doing Economics Honors before doing Law. Well, that was wrong question put down to test me. I refrained back, because I didn’t have good idea of whether the two degrees were of the same level or different.
I watched ‘Social Network’ again after coming back home.
God Bless ‘Me’
Ashish
