I wasn't updating blog for quite sometime,the actual problem is when you sit down to write something ,you'll encounter the myraid amounts of information like smash potatoes at you,and its cumbersome to escape those un structured attacks,but today I managed, infact have been victorious in escaping the informanomania(as I call it) because I have an important ummmm well,not important interesting mmmm may not be...thrilling.??.ughhh my vocab sux!....ok,chuck it I have a plain issue of which I want to talk about .
I have been confined upon the honourable duty to serve the country( may be indirectly) as jailor by a person who is in my hostel wing 3 rooms away.Din't get a head and tail of what i was trying to elucidate?don't worry you'll comprehend it beyond your limits when I tell you the actual seqence of events which have ended my "Berojagari" and are contibuting to my calorific intake .
It was the time when I was in a dilema to start studing or complete the latest episode of HIMYM, listen to the latest music collection, send some more flirts on zoosk, chew those big
candies{for the heck of it} .Then came the turn in my life, a knock on the door which further worsened the list of options whether to open/not ? As it demanded a 2nd party confrontation I went and opened the door,There stood a 6 ft tall ,blue tee, olive pants structure infront of me .
with a 1.5 inch lens frame ,staring at me as If he were Gulliver.I got pissed of just by his exchange of glances, so I din't even speak and just gestured asking what ?(what the hell?)
When he started speaking,I suddenly realised he is the most frustrated soul I ever met and I was a part of this planet, so even I spoke a word or two ( ok..ok...achhaa..achhaa..) .After the long conversation ( 2min 3 sec) I immediatley went to his room locked the person in the room with his OWN LOCK and came to my room not realising of what was going on.Yea, folks he asked me to lock him up in his room with his own lock and he reqested( demanded) not to ask any questions.
So I came back and got preocuppied with my activities again,mean while my instincts started responding like a physchadelic telling me ( no yelling at me) to go to that bloody room and open the lock and ask him what the hell is going on? the 3rd sense also warned me that locking a 20 year old frustrated guy is nothing but aiding and funding his suicide mission too. So I ran gasping to his room imagining the oscillations of the 6 ft Pendulum suspended to the fan , holding my breath I opened the door, even before I opened the door fully ,suddenly that guy started staring at me from the small opening for 2 minutes .So after I thought I had enough of those scorching looks ,I asked him to open the door and tell me the reason for this shit.
He was taken aback by my sudden demand of truth so he took some time and told some crap,indirectly he was like "get lost you loser and get some life by locking this knife( he is razor sharp rite?)".he told he has to study blah blah ..blah..bleee..bluee..blayy..then I locked him and was ready to even aid the masaccre of this moron.The next day early in the morning around 6: 30 am he calls me up,and asks me to open the doors of heaven , I opened and immediately came to my room and slipped into my comfortable bedsheet for those last 15 ..20 minutes of sleep , then he again calls me up and asks why I had gone before he returned to his room?( he went to attend nature calls for mother nature's sake!!)so, he again orders me to come and lock him up and open it around 7: 30am .The problem with this creature is that he speaks in that typical Indian convincing style for those watch Russel Peters show I needn't say ( kyaa yaar thu aise chala gayaaa ?ek minute aake mere room lock karlenaaa please yaar) God can you say NO? so I went locked him up and decided to sit infront of his room brushing my teeth till 7: 30 .I again opened those holy doors and went to college.
In the evening again I heard a knock the same knock which I heard yesterday the three taps a gap and again three taps .I think his brain is programmed to do so (tik tik tik ;
wait for 3 sec;
tik tik tik;)
blaming myself for reacting to this creature I went with a very boring face (quite boring , because I tried 2 to 3 faces in my mirror before I decided to go with the most irritating one of them all) and opened the door,then he suddenly grabbed my hand and forcebly put a 5 star chocolate in my hand, I know theres nothing wrong or gay about accepting chocolates from guys but this one was a big NOOOO..O^(infinity) some how for me so, I quitely rejected his offer by returning the already jammed 5 star ,then he asked me to take it ,then I told him I don't feel like eating one.Thats it, thats the end of the word from my mouth,he almost sprang at me with frenzy and started demanding why I wouldn't take choclate given by him? He started trembling and his eyes were red with anger and voice was shaky then I envisaged some multipersonality disorder conflict must have been playing tunes on him and I told him I was just kidding and I would love to have 5 star chocolates and I tore off the wrapper and acted as if it were the first choclate I was having in my life.
He then summoned me to come with him
to the deadly place
into the room I followed him
into the middle I was led
As if time had stopped still I was numb with fear
But still I wanted to go
And I felt I was in a trance
And my spirit was lifted from me
And if only someone had the chance
To witness what happened to me......( I knw death would break dance with me)
so from then till the end of the exams that was my daily schedule ,nope not myne it was his and I had to abide by it, else he would be dancing with my death.
so heres my new portfolio and job timings
Post: Jailor saabh!
Kaam: open/close
timings: morning 6:30-7:30
afternoon 12:30-1:30
evening 4:00...extended indefinetly depends on the mercy of the prisoner saab!
salary( Ransom??): 5 star only!
retirement: again on the mercy of prisoner saab...
