"The Chronicile Of Brahmin Warrior"

I really don't know but something certainly has happened to me but something sure has. It starts with composing poems which i posted on this blog and strangely enjoyed writing them too! That's not all recently i read a story written by a teenager on his blog, thoughtfully inspired and extremely motivated i started on an adventurous journey of writing a novel.( i hate novels in fact i hate fiction......... strange isn't it?)

The official launch will be notified to all my near and dear ones. Copyrights law will as usual be applicable. Movie rights will be sold to the highest bidder. Publishers are requested to come only with an all-cash deal only. Distribution rights in Europe, America, Australia will also be given to the highest bidder only ......................i hope to outsell The Harry Potter............................ phew!

You must award my optimism because the above paragraph was written AFTER i forced my friend to read the first few pages. He read the first page looked up and said "Second page too??"

So to all my die-hard loyalists here's a glimpse...... the story is set in ancient India and where religion plays an important role. The main protagonist ( i spelled it right................may be???) is a teenage Brahmin girl who is a scion of a big priest family and is gifted with special powers. Its called "The Chronicile Of Brahmin Warrior".

Launching ceremony in Frankfurt Book Fair later this year my Indian fans will have to wait!!!! Meanwhile i coax my friend to force him through next page....................

I Live For Pleasure.

I live for pleasure, I do things for pleasure. My work is not a means to an end my work is an end in itself. I’m not running in a rat-race, no I don’t want to be the Numero Uno, no I don’t want to big build castles or have the largest bank balance. I ain’t chasing big ambitions I ain’t dying to get famous. My accomplishments didn’t change society neither do I think they ever will. No my salary won’t make headlines neither will I be page 3 celebrity.

I am my own fate. I am a law unto myself.

This is my life I am living it one moment at a time. This moment, as I write this article, this moment is all that matters, neither do I think about the past nor am I dreaming about the future. You are what you are and what happens just happens.

I am my own brand I am my own idol.

Do not make a mirage out of happiness. Happiness is HERE NOW. All the time we are constantly treading a path called life and whose destination is “happiness”. All the time you are thinking when I do this I will be happy. If I get this I will be happy. Happiness for you is somewhere in the future but sadly it never comes. It’s like waiting till eternity.

The law of the Tao is its being what it is.
-Lao Tzu.

Bonjour Monsieur!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now I’ve going to this French classes for about a week now and to tell ya I’m loving it!!!!!!!!! The institute is called IFLAPS (Institute of foreign languages and professional studies). Our batch has 8 students (Including a girl who has attended just one class so she may or may not join) I have had a talk with 2 people only and both of them are really nice persons.

Tarun is doing some Hotel Management course and Parul is studying in some engineering college in Gr. Noida (that’s pretty close….lol). Her college has some unpronounceable name and I don’t think I’ll be able to spell it to so leave it to” some college”. So it was funny to talk about that “pari chowk” “gamma market” “knowledge park”!!!!!!!!!

If you didn’t notice Tarun was mentioned about in only one line while Parul took the rest of the paragraph...............Men will be Men.

French is an exceptionally easy language if only you put a little mind to it. It’s fabulous to speak and easy to pick-on. I only had a week classes and time permits me to attend the classes for about a month or so more only (3rd SEM begins August 1). So I hope that I’ll be able to pick enuf of it to be able to converse smoothly.

In case you were wondering why on earth did I join the “French” classes why not German and this and that let me tell ya I live for pleasure I do things for pleasure. In the long run I aim to be a polyglot I’m starting with French because I wanted to……… no, no software companies are looking for French learned people. No French MNC’s are opening there offices here I’m doing it because I feel like doing it.

That’s it, that’s me.

My Room My World

I've living in my room for so much time now that i guess i have grown attached to it. The same walls the same windows have seen me and i've seen them. Don’t think i'm insane but it's my pretty little cave i take refuge in. This pretty room of mine is my world. Leave me in and don’t bother me i'm in my own proper atmosphere.

Sometimes i guess i have been developing anti-social tendencies…hey I ain’t a nerd but I ain’t happy surrounded by too many people either it’s difficult for me to hold long conversations cuz often enough I slip back mentally into my own mental state.

Back to the room it’s sad I live in hostel now I really miss my room so much I’m so “attached” to it kinda feels awkward to be there between a new set of parallel walls but then they are what they are: Walls.

But maybe it’s good I guess. I don’t keep memories in my mind I have absolutely no use of the past as I leave my little cave all that “has been” no longer exists for me now. New rooms mean the independence to start all over again. Its like facing a blank page you have the independence now to write a new story........... in that case it's a blessing.

Currently on my Desk:

Right now as i enjoy my stay at home before the starting of the next semester there's been a lot of time with me. I fortunately had a lot of time to read so here are a few of the books i wish to tell ya i was going thro' they are a mix breed i would say but that's alright.......nevermind:

1.Forrest Gump by Winston Groom: I read Da Vinci Code before i watched the movie and this was the book i read after i watched the movie (starring Tom Hanks). I guess movie was somehow better than the book maybe because i knew beforehand what was going to happen so it kinda took the thrill out of the book.

2.One Night@Call Centre by Chetan Bhagat: Man this was a complete torture to tell ya i couldn't complete the book. Ihad to force myself thro' the book and that "Love Story" really made me fell like chooping Chetan Bhagat to pieces. This was my first encounter with Chetan Bhagat and yes the last one!

3.Holy War Inc. by Peter L. Bergen- This is my darling. Its written by a CNN journalist who interviewed Osama binLaden. The book documents the life of the most famous terrorist of our times and his group Al-Queda. What i liked most about the book was even tho' it's written by an American it presents an unbiased view of everything. I'm loving it.

4.Whey Men Lie And Women Cry by Allan and Barbara Pease: I found this one with one of my friend and it really amuses me to think that a book written on such a common issue as on the differences in male and female personality and their mindset can be so revealing and fun-packed. Men have been hunters since eons and developed mindset akin to their job. Women nurtured and raised family and so their mindset. Gotcha?

5.A Treasure Of Great Poems: This one is hard bound and is thicker than any other book i have read or even thought of reading. Anyway as it turns out it has a collection of poems from almost all major poets and by far is as comprehensive as it can get. It starts from Bible and gradully leads to the timeline and the era's in poetry.........still reading!!!

p.s. the above photograph was taken by me.................

8 habits of Highly Effective People

So i am right now in some revealing mood so let me tell you 8 nasty habits i have. Everybody have some so do i ......unfortunately they arent nasty enuf to qualify me a member of mental asylum!!!!!! But they are irksome enuf to have pretty normal people sceptic about my mental health. Here are some of them 8 to be counted on fingers

1. I'm really paranoid about my mobile phones, keys, wallet etc. i carry, so much so, that almost every minute my hand revolves around my right and left pocket (mobiles in left pocket and keys etc. in right) and on my butt pocket (home to my wallet) to check if everything is in place.

2. This isn't exactly masochism but i developed this habit in hostel where i used to burn my wrists with a ciggarette lighter until i couldn't take it anymore. Had to abondon so that the wounds could heal before i my bon voyage to home.

3. Besides burning myself up i love to see other things in flame too. I have been burning piles of dead leaves near my home with a religious zeal. Hostel gave me a new thing to burn: Newspapers!! Bundles of old newspapers dumped in the corridor made a good fuel.

4. This is a really nasty one but as they say "old habits die hard! ". I never ever think twice before putting clothes on. But it has a philosophy behind it, i believe people wear "attention-grabbing" clothing because they are dull inside and their lives are pathetically boring. It's only skin deep exiting. It's like make-up people apply to tell themselves they are beautiful.

5. Living in dark. I almost resent bright rooms, curtains are by rule always drawn. I avoid moving out in bright daylight too. Mostly it's the twilight (dawn or dusk) which i love the most. Brightness hurts, darkness engulfs.

6. I hate listening music in the background. Now this almost makes me tear my hair apart i cant tolerate music (radio or cd player) playing even mildly because often enough i am engrossed in doing some work(reading newspaper or burning hands) and with constant music playing in the room i get really really pissed off.

7.I prefer no-food to bad-food. Unsuprisingly when we were on school trip to goa i survived on Glucon-D and fast foods. The food sponsored by the travel agent was never an option for me. In hostel too days pass off without a meal and the mess eagerly waits for my arrival.

8.Killing all creepy-crappy creatures. It includes all dirty fellas with 4 legs or more are mercilessly crushed by my feet, better still they are killed slowly as i dissect them taking their legs, wings, torso apart as they wither in pain and anguish. Actually i kill them with a BANG!

Keep Walking

There's a fact and i dont know you may like it or loathe it but the fact is LIFE MOVES ON. With or without you... nothing they say ever stays the same. Life moves a full circle what goes up comes down and of course vica-versa. No two leafs are the same neither i guess any two moments. Each moment life rejuvenates itself re-orients itself. Each second, each moment your past dies each moment you have an option of letting go of the past no matter how painful or glorious it is. That part of your life is over. Its finished.

You don't let go of all your memories so much so that memories become your escapade you take refuge there its your small dingy safe cave. There's a world out there waiting to be explored but only a few people have the courage to let go of all the burden of memories and set out on an unchartered territory. They start again from the very A B C just like small children who dont have long memories neither do they think about the past.

Do you have the courage to forget everything you know?? Do you have the courage to forget everything you think you know about life about you and me??

Therefore I Am

I am what I am
Crazy, maverick,bizzare,
Some of the pronouns
I've docked in my ham.

I ain't what you think I am
I'm just me
Unaware of norms of society
Unwilling to follow your "Almighty".

All the strange places I've tread
And the outlandish thoughts I've read
Makes me see your world upside down instead
My only treasure is the thought in my head.

I'm my own teacher
I'm my own race
I ain't just a face in the crowd.
I am me.Neither humble nor proud.

Conspiracy

Evil minds unite
Common goal in sight
A lethal Conspiracy is hatched
Soon Prince power will be snatched
Prince promised on his father's grave
The kingdom shall reign in grace
Daggers and Stabbers thirsty for his blood
An 800-year old name shall lay in mud
Common people remain unaware
An unimaginable grief they'll have to share
Uneasy silence fills the palace
Walls know the secret but shall never say.

Bubble Of Good Times

You have no idea how hard i've tried
No idea about the number of thorns
I've walked on
This smile of mine is just a facade
No idea you have it hides a fighting rage
I've been walking on the razor's edge
Come closer, touch me, heal me.
I've been running, running in circles
My guiding star seems so hazy
I've seen bubble of good times bursting

Stumbling blocks and iron locks
Invincible peaks, abyss of dark valleys
Known 'em all and known my callous fate
I secede, I Recede, I let go.
Colossol faith in myself -not anymore
Bruises all over I'm in a state of
eternal damnation
Butcher my body Burn my soul
Rhapsody of grief penetrates Whole.

What goes around comes around.

i can see the light now
at the end of the tunnel
all the darkness i have been thro'
seems worth
my pupils shrink
the glare of the sun
so strong, so fascinating.

the darkness i thought
was my fate
the sun i thought
would never be mine
But
seasons come, seasons go
winter's gone
can spring be far behind?

the darkest hour they said
was before the dawn
they seem to make sense
for i can see
the colours of life's spectrum
i never knew, existed.

Butterfly Effect

Ari disconnected the call. He couldn't speak further. His voice was choking. This he knew was the last-ever call from Nikita.The conversation was more of a monologue of Nikita than a two-wat communication. Her words passed into his ears as a dagger would pierce his flesh. The phone dropped from his hand and so his world.

His whole world crashed. Not even tears could flow in his eyes. The tears were too minute an expression to the sadnees he had encountered.He now knew what death was.Inside him everything fell silent, not even a thought moved.He had lost the power to think.Something was missing, rather almost everything was missing.She was the only reason he was, she was all his reasons.

He didn't want the whole world, there was no place he'd rather want than a little place in her heart. Just a little. He wanted to faint and wake up and be told that it was a very very bad dream. Unfortunately it was all so real.

Ari's chest turned into a store-house of pain, the infinte source of love had now turned into a pain producing machine. The very cliff feeling, that he was loved- that he was accepted made him feel that he could conquer the world, was gone.

Tears started rolling down his cheeks. Ari was a person who never frowned but now here he was breaking down. He screamed once, twice............. for an hour. Hysterical wails which would have even scared the beasts. A strong sensation of pain filled all the nerves of his brain. It was more maddening than madness. He was madness personified.

He ran towards his closet, unlocked it, only to find the gifts and cards Nikita had presented her. He took the cards and burned them down with his lighter. The cards and letters were his life's most precious possessions, not anymore.He then took out a small statue of two angels hugging each other in a deep moment of love, he flung the statue towards the wall with a strong hand. The statue broke to pieces a million pieces that scattered on the ground.

He was mad or madness was him was anybody's guess. If he could he would have burned the whole world.There was a whirlwind inside his head.It's only a matter of time when every bit and byte of tour "true eternal" love transforms into hate. Ari discovered.

It was a crucification and a resurrection for Ari. He lost all hope. He now knew that losing all hope was freedom . And then...... something happened, he let go. Lost in oblivion-dark and silent and complete , he found freedom.

Its only after we have lost everything that we're free to do anything.

A death turned out to be a rebirth. As if all this has been the birth pangs of a birth of a new child. He wondered if Nikita had even an iota of idea of what he was going through.................






















ok i am too tired now cant write anymore the rest of the stori goes lik this:
ari turns psycho-kills nikita-goes to jail-meets new criminals-joins a gang-rules the underworld-finally gets encountered...... a nice normal guys turned into a mafia.

They call this Butterfly Effect. It says that something as small as a flutter of a butterfly can cause a typhoon in another part of the world.

Whatever i do

Whatever I do, will remain undone
Whatever I say, will remain unsaid
Nobody can guess what’s going on in my head
Abyss of emptiness in my chest
This is the pain of nothingness
Trying to live life in oblivion
Slowly learning the fact
That everything around is unreal
This is the biggest lie you are ever told
That your life is in your control.

Walking alone in the maze
No longer do I have dreams to chase
No more running in the rat race
Who am I? Why am I here?
I ain’t no need no soothsayer
Where is my life?
Is it going the Right way or Wrong?
I have no idea as I write this song
This is a lone journey I must travel along
It’s the spirit, not me, that keeps going on.

Love The Sinner

Look at the face of the fellas
Look how he looks jealous,
I’m really really the centre of the fuss
God isn’t just,
I have everything you are a carcass.
Got it baby
So now hating me is a must
God’s busy and I won’t help you
Gotta go fellas find a shelter soon,
I’m your devil with a spoon
Hate me fellas
My heart gives a Boom.

You love him, you hate him
You love to hate him,
I have in plenty what you’re chasing
Blame me for what you’re facing.

Hate me, Berate me, Vilify me
Go spread some rumor
I am as lovely as your own tumor
Ha! Ha! I got a better sense of humor.
You only know a thing about me
And you hate me so much,
If I tell you all about me
Which dagger will you be using then?
Jealousy
You want to create a fight scene?
I’ve got joie de vivre
I have got a good side u won’t be seeing.

As You Turn On Your Tivo

The daily dose of Media lies
News stories News Channels fry,
Public at mercy of NDTV and TOI
24X7 telling us what to think,
What to do and what to buy
Lies damned lies and views
We’re spoon-fed with expert views
Corporate journalism and Page 3
Fashion trends, product promotion
Playing with people’s emotion
Murder, crime, poverty nobody’s interested
Fashion Weeks, Celebrities everybody’s in,
Poor farmer’s suicides nobody’s sin?
Somebody’s sorrow is somebody’s grin,
Money spins as media stories stink.

Fake Media, Fake Criteria,
Fake Cries, Fake Hysteria,
Fake Sympathy, Fake Fascia.
Is this the fake world I’m supposed to live in?
Are these the fake smiles I’m supposed to take in?

Media- trying to be society’s watch dog,
Prince- 48 hours on your TV non-stop
Late-night parties is all they got,
But what ‘bout the farmers spoiled crops?
Ethics and values is what we’ve lost
Who cares ‘bout the sting operation?
All they need is cash and recognition
Your fame is somebody’s indignation
All that Media tells is hallucination,
Sting operation baby sting operation
Flood. Lies. Flood of Lies.
Mumbai cries. As you traumatize.
Advertising rings as you set the price
So shut up and just leave us alone
Because we don’t need you anymore,
Everybody knows you’re sold.

Fake Media, Fake Criteria,
Fake Cries, Fake Hysteria,
Fake Sympathy, Fake Fascia.
Is this the fake world I’m supposed to live in?
Are these the fake smiles I’m supposed to take in?

Crop Circles:A message from ET

Ajit Ninan

Ajit Ninan is but a God to me. Now, before to fire at me the all encompassing question of “Who’s he?” reach out for your TOI (Nobody reads HT!!!!! I know that) flip trough the pages till you find a small cartoon at one end in one of the middle pages it says “JUST LIKE THAT” what you’ll be seeing now is a sketch from one of the best cartoonists in the world.

Forget R.K.Laxman he’s too predictable now and his cartoon strip a little too less graphic. Laxman’s “Common Man” is too old to relate to for a country in which half of the population is termed young. (Officially 50% of country’s population is below 35.) Laxman is a habit you without a miss almost everyday go through his contribution and possibly smile a bit; it is in all probability a faint smile.

Now when go through Ajit Ninan’s contribution: its colorful, graphic and most importantly it’s PERFECT down to the smallest details. He’s a mastermind look at the way he sketches a car or a street or even a tank if you carefully observe (you can borrow my magnifying glasses if you need) every detail has been accounted for; every smallest bit of information has been taken care of. Everyday he delivers a work of a genius everyday I have something to marvel at something to awe at.

You can find more of him at Business Times page of TOI and of course at http://www.indiatimes.com/ at the gallery section where they have section dedicated to his cartoons.

Fight Club Quotes

Fight Club is not a movie it's a movement. The dialogues are not conversations they are philosophies i strongly recommend that you watch this movie with some of your more intelligent friends to get the real rush of adrenalin of the truth that the movie propagates.I need you to read the following quotes very carefully and just think about it :

"You met me at a very strange time in my life."

"Losing all hope was freedom."

"I want you to hit me as hard as you can."

"It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything."

"I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let's evolve, and let the chips fall where they may."

"Self-improvement is masturbation. Now self-destruction...."

"I reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions."

"If we are God's unwanted children, so be it!"

"Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off."

"Listen up maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else."

"Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing."

"You're the worst thing that ever happened to me"

Pre Movie Warning: "If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second of your life. Don't you have better things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all who claim it!? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think everything you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told you should want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned........Tyler." - taken from split second 'pop-up' warning, that appears at the beginning of fight club DVD movie.
Narrator: When people think you're dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just...Marla Singer: - waiting for their turn to speak?

"We're consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these things don't concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy's name on my underwear"

"It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything."

"You just had a near-life experience."

"In Tyler we trusted."

"This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time."

"Sooner or later, the things you own end up owning you."

"You have to forget everything you know, everything you think you know -- about life, about friendship, about you and me."

"Tyler: "Any last words?" Narrator"I can't think of anything."

"That old saying, how you always hurt the one you love, well, it works both ways."

"I wasn't really dying, I wasn't host to cancer or parasites; I was the warm little center that the life of this world crowded around."

"I wanted to destroy something beautiful."

"I'd be very careful who I talked to about this paper. It sounds like some dangerous psychotic killer wrote this,and this buttoned down schizo could probably snap at any moment and stalk from office to office with an Armalite AR-180 carbine gas-operated semiautomatic."

"Worker bees can leave Even drones can fly away The queen is their slave."

"And then... something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion -- dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom."

"When deep space exploration ramps up, it will be corporations that name everything. The IBM Stellar Sphere. The Philip Morris Galaxy. Planet Starbucks."

"You are not your job. You are not how much you have in the bank. You are not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking Khakis. You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world."

"We are a generation raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is the answer."

Consumerism

Consumerism is but a dirty little word to me and the lovely little places that have sprung up allover to feed the greed of the new “kwel” generation called malls -- the demonic “temples of consumerism”. Welcome to the brand new religion of consumerism and before you can think let me tell you with deep conviction you are very well a puppet on its tunes. Now before you smell communism in my words put your fears aside, I hate it almost as much as you do- they are two sides of the same coin, both co-create each other (more on this another time).Modern materialism and the ever important Admiral Advertising have people chasing things they don’t need. Look around you why are you doing what are you doing? Admit it its only because either your parents trapped you into your profession or most importantly you have been led by media, people or otherwise to believe that the profession X and Y make the most money and hence you are where you are. That you are reading this let me assume that either you already are a white collar slave or preparing to be one.

You are in a state of perpetual discomfort, your whole life you keep on chasing and chasing and chasing that ever-receding horizon the one you are hoping to reach. Celebrity magazines, television, movie stars, fashion trends are all that you live on. Our government no longer refers to us as “citizens,” but as “consumers.”. Its what I call America’s gift to the world the food of globalisation and notorious enviormental damage.

Approximately 1.7 billion people worldwide now belong to the "consumer class"—the group of people characterized by diets of highly processed food, desire for bigger houses, more and bigger cars, higher levels of debt, and lifestyles devoted to the accumulation of non-essential goods.

Today nearly half of global consumers reside in developing countries, including 240 million in China and 120 million in India—markets with the most potential for expansion.

America often reffered to as the world only hope and the purest capitalist society on the planet is the largest consumerist society in the world on an average an American spends more than he earns .Remember its also the most depressed societies too the suicides rate is amogst the highest in the world and not to mention the total number of Americans who are behind bars which also amazingly is one of the highest in the world.

“Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we
can buyshit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose
orplace. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a
spiritualwar... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on
television tobelieve that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and
rock stars.But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very,
very pissedoff."
Tyler Durden. From the movie “Fight Club”

In this beautiful little world as long as you are a consumer or account to a vote bank you are needed otherwise God Bless You.

Good Morning???

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"open up the door asshole"

"WAKE UP!!!!!!!!"

"MAN have you never slept in your life??"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Parv rubs his eyes and lets the human alarm clocks enter in. "Wassup dude? you have classes today don't you? Shit man all got to do is sleep." This is the daily dose of morning raga the morning routine mantra to start the day with.

He rushes off to brush his teeth often wondering that this is the only activity he has been religiously performing day after day, everyday, every year for as long s he can remember. Interestingly he can't really recall any other thing which has received this much dedication and diligence from him and the least of them is bathing.

It was only Wednesday. He had a bath on Sunday and the next Sunday is not that far away.No need to wonder that he has never been out of his stocks of shampoo, hair oil, soaps etc. Girls value personal hygiene unfortunately there are NO girls in his class.

The only reason he interrupted his "Sunday's holy baptism" with a few baths through the weeks during his school life was because there were a lot many girls in his school. (If fortune favoured and the seating arrangement made him sit behind, around or even with someone special the frequency would go up drastically)

Post-brush he rules out the dirty, filthy thoughts of personal hygiene.An emergency natural call has to be answered. For some reasons undiscovered the soap "lifebuoy" has been universally accepted as the ultimate potty soap.The little red piece is trusted by almost everyone to be the real germ-killer after all nobody wants to carry the traces of {ahem} okay i will cut that out.

Hostels loo have no locks inside so either you stretch your vocal cords to inform ever-impatient outsiders of your glorious presence or you dedicate a hand full-time on the door so an unintentional push from the outside doesn't turn into a faux-pass.

After that all you need to do is to change your VIP to JOCKEY (personal hygiene you see!). Put the clothes you see lying around (interestingly these are the same ones he's been wearing for a week)

"Who cares?? I go to college to gain knowledge and not for modelling." This is the personal quote and the most replied answer to anyone who pinpoints his dressing sense.

Point is he goes there for neither. All he is is the scum of the earth. But as long as he is loved by people and he loves them he'll go on.For he knows

"All you need is love"
-The Beatles

He could be wrong but this is all he knows.