Mockingbird

Many-a-times I’ve been complimented for my goofy sense of humor. Many-a-times I’ve also been fiercly criticised for my unhealthy ‘dogshit’ humor. It feels good when someone appreciates you. Doesn’t it? And personally, it gives me great pleasure to see an irritated expression on the face of my ‘dogshit’ fans.

However, this incident relates to a totally different circumstance. I’m a person who never gets amused by fake things: be it a fake identity, fake relation, fake smile (trust me, I can detect it…), or a fake orgasm. But this incident had, perhaps for the first time in my life, made me smile to a fake compliment (which wasn’t even hailed at me!)

13 March 2005 08:30 pm

Indigo Food Junction

Opp Bombay Hospital

Indore

“Why are we standing here like asses when we’ve left all our cash in Swiss Bank Lockers?” Asked Abhinav. It was his way of saying that we were bankrupt.

“Because Arjun’s got a new Bike.” Anish replied, sober – as always.

Everybody in the group knew it. We all stared at each other for a moment, and then started looking for our targets.

• Abhinav – For a girl. (Any girl, even a bai would have done).
• Anish – For a mallu girl.
• Ankit – For an MBA Aspirant girl.
• Anurag – For a Jain girl.
• Atish – For a ‘Nahta Professional Academy’ bound girl.
• Abhishek – Just for something cool, Man!
• Arjun (i.e. me) – For a Coke.

I noticed a small kiddo who was staring at our group for a long long time. We’re accustomed to a usual occurrence of such type, but this was different – for he had no sister (of our age group). I ignored the kid and went for a coke. As I was returning, I saw the kid telling something to his father and looking at me (staring, actually) continuously. I kept ignoring him till he stood up from his table and started heading towards us.

“Apan ne iska kya bigaada hai?” I asked myself. I have a tendency of sharing blames and abuses.

“Kya iski koi behen ji hai jise apan ne kabhi chheda tha?”

He stood some 10 feet away from us. And then he shouted at his laf-a-lympic best.

“Ye Dhoom ki bike hai na?”

Somehow, I just coudn’t say No. He looked at his father, who gave him an assuring smile, that “beta, I’ll buy something better than this once you get old enough.” Then he (Dad) turned to me, and smiled.

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And if you ask me too
Daddy’s gonna buy you a mockingbird
I’mma give you the world
I’mma buy a diamond ring for you
I’mma sing for you
I’ll do anything for you to see you smile

And if that mockingbird don’t sing and that ring don’t shine
I’mma break that birdies neck
I’d go back to the jewler who sold it to ya
And make him eat every carat don’t fuck with dad

Eminem – Mockingbird

Dont Read It!

Long time no post?
Well… yes. I’m just kinda busy.
Busy? With what?
Well… studies.

*Burst out with laughter*

I’m not at all in the mood of writing anything. I’m so lazy that I’m using Blogger for word for writing this post. Cant even login to my account and make a decent presentation of my work. Arghhh… I’m such a waste.

So why are you not writing anything lately?
Abe itni der se aur kya bol raha hu bho****ke
Ok. So what’s up these days.
Defaulters.
Hai? I thought you had good attendance. I even remember you had wrote a post on the matter some time ago.
Yeah. Well I still have good attendance, but I’ve screwed up with my internals… and so I’m fu****g my constitutional right of demanding best two of three scores. And for being conferred with such a bestowed privilege, I have to appear in three tests, overall.
Hey! Do you know you’ve just become the third most read blogger from Indore*.
What do you think I’m writing this for?

I dunno.
Well… so do I.

Ok then.
Yeah. F*** Off.
Same to you.

*Self- proclaimed. The data comes from a detailed survey of three things.

1. The profile views of all people on blogger who blog from Indore.
2. The time for which one has been on blogger (or one has been a blogspot user).
3. The number of average comments on your blog, per post.

A confession.
Actually, I’m fourth. But one of the earlier three is a tech blog. I mean… who reads tech blogs… I really dunno. So, I’ve decided to crown myself as the third most read. Hehe!