July 13th 2010 , the day after the 2010 world cup in South Africa and a new chapter in my life started with me going to my MBA college ,Globsyn Business School.
This post is me joining back after one year, especially after the end of the tumultuous and pathetic excuse of a summer internship I had, which did give me a lot of free time but certainly made me slog around like a whore trying to pay up to her pimp and I made more people upset than a man touching himself in front of a religious building.
Now everyone has completed their internship and its a norm to present what was done during this said 2 month job, companies are allotted randomly and people are treated like slaves to get shit work done. The first day of college starts and we get a nice lecture about how important the internship is and how much our presentation and word report counts as it could help us land some job.
Someone should have told me this before and then maybe I would have worked hard, anyways the day starts with more than half the students not coming to class, the few that did come got scared with a rumor floating about that presentations were to start today, hearing this a few more ran away, while I was safe in the knowledge that presentations cannot start today as we were not given a proper list of who is to present and when. Our presentations were to be completed a week back but still people have not even started their presentations.
While we are all laughing about what we did during our internship, our class door opens and 3 teachers walk in and while 2 of em were quite easy to deal with the 3rd one was "Ghajini" [read my earlier post about Ghajini]. The Sadist who knows more english than all the English combined was back and was he back with a vengeance. People were asked to volunteer and as usual no one would raise their hand, they did not want to get slaughtered on the first day of the 2nd year, while some people eventually did volunteer, I was forced to join along and I was supposed to be the 3rd presenter.
Ghajini was on a tear , asking people for their analysis reports of their work, he did not want the crap about the company profile and all. I had no analysis, hell I was made to work like a normal sales guy, no analysis at all. The Lord has funny ways to prove he is there, while all my friends know I could be in deep shit, just before I step up to present, ghajini leaves class and doesn't come back until after I am done.
After my presentation one of the teachers asked me
"What was your learning from this whole internship experience?"
I replied
"Ma'am, Office Politics and how to deal with em"
People laugh
Sir asks me
"Suppose Karim, you got selected in the company for a full time job....."
before he could complete his question I replied
"But Sir, we already told em we are not interested in the company or the job"
Laugh bitches laugh hard, I never lost the touch even after I was away for 3 months.
While my presentations went well enough, people got raped, proper rape, raped so hard like they show in those CSI shows where the person changes and probably will never be the same again, unable to express their feelings or talk to people for a few weeks or months, it was that bad during some presentations. I was snickering away like an arse not caring much for the sadistic rape that was occurring in front of my eyes, people were backing out of the presentations like asking for volunteers to work in Afghanistan.
Another thing apart from the internship is the presence of the new first years, cannon fodder in most colleges, ragging has completely been outlawed and rightly so, so now its called interaction sessions so that we get to know the kids better, while a few of my pals have come into the college as juniors, I don't have much time or scope to meet em up. So on the first day I am searching like a retard for my friend, going from class to class in search of him, I finally did find the junior section where my friend is studying, unfortunately he was not there. While I am leaving in a hurry to catch him at the canteen , a Sir calls me in from another class where presentations were on
"Karim, can you come here a second" , Sir says, in a hush hush tone
"Yes, sir?"
"Don't do anything", he tells me in a stern quite tone.
I laugh and tell him "Don't worry Sir, I am not ragging anyone, just searching for a friend"
The friend of mine who has joined is probably the biggest maagibaaz I know and the first thing he tells me is how he is friends with the hottest chick in the new batch who just happens to be muslim. Finally, I think, "Finally a hot chick who is muslim, maybe something good can come from this", so I meet with the friend outside the college and wouldn't you know it he introduces me to her, While we both exchanged Hello's , I was more focused on her "stats" while she didn't know what was going on, I didn't even get a good look at her face, dang it ,I could not come to a conclusion of her hotness but who cares, these interactions with females always end up like the skin on the faces of teenagers, not smooth at all.
Not smooth at all.
Showing posts with label Chicks. Show all posts
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Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
The nearly perfect chick
While most of you will think this blog is about some girl who I fell for recently or in the past, I can happily say, that is not the case, the blog is about a case that took place while we were in class 12 at STB, again the best school in the world, at least in terms of crazy retarded stories to tell.
It starts off with us finding the glory of social networking, Orkut was bloody popular in India back then and well, it was a taboo if we were not on the site, so I, along with a ton of my pals all opened accounts. Now we must also confess that the reason we actually made the accounts was to do maagibaazi, as Bonbon's 6th law states "
It starts off with us finding the glory of social networking, Orkut was bloody popular in India back then and well, it was a taboo if we were not on the site, so I, along with a ton of my pals all opened accounts. Now we must also confess that the reason we actually made the accounts was to do maagibaazi, as Bonbon's 6th law states "
6th Law:Every boy and i mean every boy goes through a maagibaazi phase,no matter how many times they deny it,
the effect of this phase leads to either the said boy becoming a real maaga and a maagibaaz OR he becomes anti maagibaazi."
So we were also part of this, not defying the law, all of us were in a mad search to add women randomly, yours truly was also a part of the madness. While we had a chuckle and right old go at one another for being the sick perverts that we are, one of the brighter nerdier minds of our school got an idea.
Chintoo Lee said "Dude, we should mess around with babla"
Me: How?
Chintoo Lee :How about making a fake profile of a chick and adding babla and you know freaking him out.
Thus the idea was set and , I made the profile, since I had no idea about chick schools or about calcutta at all, I kept as many details as i could vague, while I did add my real profile and babla's and Akshay Hiramanek Kapoor's as well, just in hope that they don't think its a fake one.
The name chosen was "Antara Haldar", not because it was a super duper hot name, just cause its the first thing that came to my mind, plus those days were when we could actually log into 2 accounts simultaneously on orkut and hence I would be chatting with babla and the freak would be chatting in a parallel world with Antara Haldar.
Now it just wasn't enough for us to have a little fun, when we do things we do it BIG, so while chintoo filled me in with random places and schools the chick could study in, I also decided to add a little flavor into the prank by making Antara, THE PERFECT CHICK for Babla.
While the babla was in hope of finding a chick, he got the perfect chick for him instead, the chick loved 80's rock, the same as he did, she wore only black, like he did, watched the same shows like he did even wanted to be goth and was about to get a "piercing" in a certain region which got him mad and crazy for "her" , all this was communicated over orkut. This did not go down without an entrance a shot at love from Kaps, Kapoor, who in his own right was on a streak on hitting the same piece of fine meat that Babla was, in fact during recess they even had a good old argument about who should get Antara, with babla finally winning by using a ton of abuses on Kaps.
A meeting was due for Babla with the chick, he had been talking about her on a regular basis in school, even when we would tell him the profile may not be real, he would abuse us and tell us that we were just jealous, while we contemplated on stopping the prank at a stage, his constant rambling got us motivated to continue the joke.
The prank was supposed to last for like a week or two, but now it went on for around 3 months, by now every student in class 12 knew about the prank but no one was spilling the beans out and trying not to smirk when babla was talking all about her being the chick for him was hard.
We even gave babla a fake number to call, when I was at his place, I picked up The phonebook and recorded the number for Antara Construction, so when and If he did call and say "antara" at least someone would respond and say "yes", but that part never came.
Babla , I , Chintoo and a few others were part of the school band and the biggest school band event "Vibes" was to take place, so this was the place where the date was set, destiny would be babla's as he was to finally meet his love. The bloke was all charged up as I had told him, "After your performance , I would meet you under the stairs", the fuck tard was so sure of pussy that he was ready for a bang as well, as he told us while we were travelling in a taxi in bong.
"Today I will fuck man for sure"
we replied "Chutia, condom laya??"
he said ,"Fuck the condom , I will use my hanky then"
The competition started and we were the 2nd last band, while we normally would get nervous before going on stage, babla was more nervous after the performance, we came second by the way out of around 12 bands or something, so while I went hiding under the stairs, chintoo and a few others went to babla and told him, dude this chick called for you and is under the stairs.
Babla comes running, as he comes from the light into the darkness of the shadow, he sees not a hot chick, but an obnoxious fat bloke laughing hard, the smile from babla's face is wiped off and he runs off, followed by around 10 other STB students and mates all laughing at his face, the laughter continued on our long ride back home and continued for a few months in calcutta, the outcome of this was babla became an even closer pal of mine.
Credit must be given to him, he did take it as a good sport and well credit must also be given to Chintoo lee massively for coming up with the plan and also to the few hundred STB guys from class 12 who kept such a kick ass secret for almost 3 months.
The perfect chick, almost, well not even close, it was freaking far away, and if you guys want proof of all this, you need to check out the last pages of my scrap book, some of those freaky messages from babla and kaps are still there.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Like Love Lost Lust Lunacy
This all started quite a few years back, most of my friends already know the kind of pervert I am, a massive one at that, with porn being stuffed into my head from class 7 it always was a deep dark road that I would follow and it was never going to be pretty for anyone in the way.
Falling for a russian chick in my old locality was just the start but I should have known that nothing good comes from girls/larkis etc, she had a brother , a BIG brother and typically he was named Boris and his side kick was Yuri, yes it seems so cliched but those bastards tormented my life a lot back in Dubai.Fortunately i didn't meet them enough in my 7 years there and coming back to Calcutta should have been a relief but it wasn't, thanks to STB.
In class 3 there finally was proper contact with the only other gender at that time,I didn't know much about gays/lesbians etc back then, we had a dance recital for the school. The fact was that i never met the girls in school because we had separate timings and all so meeting them would have been fun and I luckily did get paired with a fairly decent chick , spending those 2 weeks in school was fun and then on the 1st day of the recital after my performance I come back home and i find this little pimple sort of thing on my neck,its still there,thinking it was nothing I put a bandaid on it ,wakey wakey next morning and I am completely covered with dots,bingo boys and girls I got chicken pox,I should have learn't my lesson back then but of course,I didn't.
Coming back to calcutta ,I started going to another school which was an all boys school fortunately or unfortunately the girls section was the building a few 100 meters away, I may be a sick perv but I do give women their space when required,ain't got no lecherous eyes and giving looks to women is just so pathetic by the men here,this is what would happen in this school as well,well mostly from the commerce section,a few of em would leave school early stand opposite the stores from the girls gate and wait for them to come out.Pathetic ,but they enjoyed every moment of it,now those were pervs.
As discussed before and a part of Bonbon's laws,every guy does go through a maagibaazi period and I was no less,the time was around 2007 when I was crazy mad about a couple of chicks from my music school,now normally I am not the sort of guy who goes gaga over any kind of women but there was this oomph factor about these two girls who wound up as best friends ,I mean they were decent looking chicks,not like those crazy mascara wearing,lipstick blotting,short tight assed clothes wearing girls that guys go after,there was this je ne sais quois about them, which later turned out that they had a kick ass sense of humor and had a bloody good grip of the english language.
Recent times have made me blog about this topic,its just that my type of women have to be smart,they should have a bloody good sense of humor and have a good control over the english language,probably be decent to look at either,I have spent a lot of time developing the freak within me and I guess i should be paid off appropriately , fortunately I can say that my ex's do fit the bill but there is a word of warning there as well,I am not looking for a relationship its just that these kind of women are long gone,firstly I am not and never going to be relationship quality material ,I have more than my share of problems to deal with than worry about what color nail polish she should wear,whether she looks fat in a dress or where we should have dinner and all,that never was me and never will be me ,I can safely say that from my "experiences",but again the point is these kind of smart women aren't there anymore.
Nowadays what I find in large quantities are bimbos[again barring a select few] where they love flirting around with any guy possible and more importantly they enjoy certain things which seems cheap[lets call it that as i cant find a word for it] basically they like that hindi bollywood film thingy,guys falling for them just because they were tight clothes flirting about whenever possible,its like 80% of the population between 16-24 years have become maagas and maagis,which really does piss me off to the hilt,I mean there are days that I feel like killing a few of em Dexter style to send a message[not that I would or could because again that's not me]
People say "Its better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all",who the hell came up with that? Probably some sad whiner who couldn't bear seeing his/her "love" go away,unless of course they "did it" that then would make more sense,because believe me people confuse Like with Love and Lust,I know the meaning of all three so that I wont ever confuse anything ever again regarding women and I suggest you do to
I love my parents and ps3,certain things you can't live without,need them everyday and probably would be completely shattered and broken without em,parents,ps3,football,Liverpool FC ,faith,KFC etc
Lust is something you want NOW,like when my ps3 was dead I needed another one bad, and the wait for it took me on the verge of sanity,lust gets confused with love more than me confusing the ambani brothers,Mukesh Anil Tina and Nita,I think.
Like is sort of love but to a lesser extent,you wouldn't die without it,for my case mints,I like em but I dont love em,similarly chicks I LIKE but I certainly can't Love.
Falling for a russian chick in my old locality was just the start but I should have known that nothing good comes from girls/larkis etc, she had a brother , a BIG brother and typically he was named Boris and his side kick was Yuri, yes it seems so cliched but those bastards tormented my life a lot back in Dubai.Fortunately i didn't meet them enough in my 7 years there and coming back to Calcutta should have been a relief but it wasn't, thanks to STB.
In class 3 there finally was proper contact with the only other gender at that time,I didn't know much about gays/lesbians etc back then, we had a dance recital for the school. The fact was that i never met the girls in school because we had separate timings and all so meeting them would have been fun and I luckily did get paired with a fairly decent chick , spending those 2 weeks in school was fun and then on the 1st day of the recital after my performance I come back home and i find this little pimple sort of thing on my neck,its still there,thinking it was nothing I put a bandaid on it ,wakey wakey next morning and I am completely covered with dots,bingo boys and girls I got chicken pox,I should have learn't my lesson back then but of course,I didn't.
Coming back to calcutta ,I started going to another school which was an all boys school fortunately or unfortunately the girls section was the building a few 100 meters away, I may be a sick perv but I do give women their space when required,ain't got no lecherous eyes and giving looks to women is just so pathetic by the men here,this is what would happen in this school as well,well mostly from the commerce section,a few of em would leave school early stand opposite the stores from the girls gate and wait for them to come out.Pathetic ,but they enjoyed every moment of it,now those were pervs.
As discussed before and a part of Bonbon's laws,every guy does go through a maagibaazi period and I was no less,the time was around 2007 when I was crazy mad about a couple of chicks from my music school,now normally I am not the sort of guy who goes gaga over any kind of women but there was this oomph factor about these two girls who wound up as best friends ,I mean they were decent looking chicks,not like those crazy mascara wearing,lipstick blotting,short tight assed clothes wearing girls that guys go after,there was this je ne sais quois about them, which later turned out that they had a kick ass sense of humor and had a bloody good grip of the english language.
Recent times have made me blog about this topic,its just that my type of women have to be smart,they should have a bloody good sense of humor and have a good control over the english language,probably be decent to look at either,I have spent a lot of time developing the freak within me and I guess i should be paid off appropriately , fortunately I can say that my ex's do fit the bill but there is a word of warning there as well,I am not looking for a relationship its just that these kind of women are long gone,firstly I am not and never going to be relationship quality material ,I have more than my share of problems to deal with than worry about what color nail polish she should wear,whether she looks fat in a dress or where we should have dinner and all,that never was me and never will be me ,I can safely say that from my "experiences",but again the point is these kind of smart women aren't there anymore.
Nowadays what I find in large quantities are bimbos[again barring a select few] where they love flirting around with any guy possible and more importantly they enjoy certain things which seems cheap[lets call it that as i cant find a word for it] basically they like that hindi bollywood film thingy,guys falling for them just because they were tight clothes flirting about whenever possible,its like 80% of the population between 16-24 years have become maagas and maagis,which really does piss me off to the hilt,I mean there are days that I feel like killing a few of em Dexter style to send a message[not that I would or could because again that's not me]
People say "Its better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all",who the hell came up with that? Probably some sad whiner who couldn't bear seeing his/her "love" go away,unless of course they "did it" that then would make more sense,because believe me people confuse Like with Love and Lust,I know the meaning of all three so that I wont ever confuse anything ever again regarding women and I suggest you do to
I love my parents and ps3,certain things you can't live without,need them everyday and probably would be completely shattered and broken without em,parents,ps3,football,Liverpool FC ,faith,KFC etc
Lust is something you want NOW,like when my ps3 was dead I needed another one bad, and the wait for it took me on the verge of sanity,lust gets confused with love more than me confusing the ambani brothers,Mukesh Anil Tina and Nita,I think.
Like is sort of love but to a lesser extent,you wouldn't die without it,for my case mints,I like em but I dont love em,similarly chicks I LIKE but I certainly can't Love.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Poem
Here is something a little different from me normal posts......
Once upon a time in a city where all you stay
there lives a comedian/idiot/weirdo who was happy in almost every way
the one thing he really craved for
was a chick that he would go out with and do something more
but luck he had none
he never knew any chicks....absolutely none
so early in 2006 he was introduced to a site
which is now a part of everyones life
twas called orkut of all things and places
filled with people of guys and girls of different castes creeds and races
so there he started searching for the special one
but all he found was scum
so he made a new policy
adding chicks from here and there randomly
and boy did that work for him
he had over a 100 friends ,90% were femmes
and then started the laborious task
of finding out what is actually behind each girl's mask
girls were weird to him and they still are thick
shopping,gossip,clothes,lipstick,
he doesnt know why they like those things
and he never had those things as his likings
so most chicks fell off his radar
he didnt see the twinkle in their eyes still searching in futility for that one star
of course the knight had a few requisites of his own
language skills,humour and the chick should not nag or moan
and out of the blue came this one girl
who loved rock music,football and had no nonsensical twirls
so chat they did everyday
topics covered were abuses,music and football which were in no way gay
and in due course of time ,strange things were felt
for some reason he would feel warm inside and things would melt
twas the feeling of love people said
but love was never something he imagined in his stupid head
"love is stupid ,love is gay"
but as the days went by he would fall deeper and deeper in the way
but never did he let her know how he felt
the fear of rejection ,that obstacle was not dealt
so he kept this secret in him,not wanting to let it out
although inside him all he wanted to do was shout
they met a few weeks later at a mall
and he found out that she wasnt real tall
but that didnt matter,they both turned out to almost the same
laughin away,watching a flick and calling each other abusive names
but none of em tried to change the friendship into something more
almost like we left it in the cold store
time went and so did the chance
the news came she was leaving for the country which is hated by france
he felt empty inside,hollow and was a part to blame
but he changed his target and tried to find some new game
find he did but the new one was not the same
she was a pain with her constant naggin it made him insane
while on the other end,the one he loved was gone
and the friendship was torn
3 months was all that his relationship lasted
and as he ended it he was blamed by the 2nd chick and was blasted
now he was left with none
and there he felt his life was again happy and fun
the american chick came a chatting again
where the old hatchet was buried ,the reasons were as usual lame
the feelings for her have reduced ..NOT
but it has gone down from love to like a lot
because he learned something from this 3 year ordeal
love is a crazy retarted thing to feel
confusing ,frustating ,painful yet amazing
so made a vow he did for love
"Never would he fall in love again....
so he just kept on shaggin with all the hot models name"
Once upon a time in a city where all you stay
there lives a comedian/idiot/weirdo who was happy in almost every way
the one thing he really craved for
was a chick that he would go out with and do something more
but luck he had none
he never knew any chicks....absolutely none
so early in 2006 he was introduced to a site
which is now a part of everyones life
twas called orkut of all things and places
filled with people of guys and girls of different castes creeds and races
so there he started searching for the special one
but all he found was scum
so he made a new policy
adding chicks from here and there randomly
and boy did that work for him
he had over a 100 friends ,90% were femmes
and then started the laborious task
of finding out what is actually behind each girl's mask
girls were weird to him and they still are thick
shopping,gossip,clothes,lipstick,
he doesnt know why they like those things
and he never had those things as his likings
so most chicks fell off his radar
he didnt see the twinkle in their eyes still searching in futility for that one star
of course the knight had a few requisites of his own
language skills,humour and the chick should not nag or moan
and out of the blue came this one girl
who loved rock music,football and had no nonsensical twirls
so chat they did everyday
topics covered were abuses,music and football which were in no way gay
and in due course of time ,strange things were felt
for some reason he would feel warm inside and things would melt
twas the feeling of love people said
but love was never something he imagined in his stupid head
"love is stupid ,love is gay"
but as the days went by he would fall deeper and deeper in the way
but never did he let her know how he felt
the fear of rejection ,that obstacle was not dealt
so he kept this secret in him,not wanting to let it out
although inside him all he wanted to do was shout
they met a few weeks later at a mall
and he found out that she wasnt real tall
but that didnt matter,they both turned out to almost the same
laughin away,watching a flick and calling each other abusive names
but none of em tried to change the friendship into something more
almost like we left it in the cold store
time went and so did the chance
the news came she was leaving for the country which is hated by france
he felt empty inside,hollow and was a part to blame
but he changed his target and tried to find some new game
find he did but the new one was not the same
she was a pain with her constant naggin it made him insane
while on the other end,the one he loved was gone
and the friendship was torn
3 months was all that his relationship lasted
and as he ended it he was blamed by the 2nd chick and was blasted
now he was left with none
and there he felt his life was again happy and fun
the american chick came a chatting again
where the old hatchet was buried ,the reasons were as usual lame
the feelings for her have reduced ..NOT
but it has gone down from love to like a lot
because he learned something from this 3 year ordeal
love is a crazy retarted thing to feel
confusing ,frustating ,painful yet amazing
so made a vow he did for love
"Never would he fall in love again....
so he just kept on shaggin with all the hot models name"
Friday, June 26, 2009
Desperado
Lets get one thing straight my love life hasnt been a good one......although i am 20 years old my one past relationship didnt materialize into anything big.....and i always have screwed up somehow or another regarding the mystery called as love.........thats why i have given up on that crap feeling....and i just whack and jack off as i please nowadays.........
but the Lord has been kind in certain ways to me coz when i did like a couple of chicks some real fantastic things happened with em and me of course...
CASE 1:This happened when i was in class 1 before i left Calcutta....i was studying in a school called DEW DROPS which was a small school in 95 but now is a proper school having grades upto 12 i think.....at my time it had just upto grade 4.....so we had one classroom for all the grades 1,2,3 and 4......i had this huge crush on a girl called Shweta.....who was in class 4....for some reason i liked her.....so one day i arrived late at school and was bombarded by the teacher as to why i was late.....i was almost in tears...so the teach felt a little guilty and told me to get to my seat in the calmest tone possible....unfortunately....[fortunately actually] my seat was already taken by some new kid....and there werent any seats left.....
damn i though i would have to stand the entire time.......or at least a period got over
but then the LORD shone all HIS MIGHT on me and the teacher said
"AAAAdeeeeem [in that irritating bengali tone]...why dont you sit on Shweta's lap? there isnt a seat for you....Shweta you dont mind do you?"
DAMN........shit......WOW......first time i ever got the chance to have contact with a chick........wont ever forget those 4 kickass school hours....didnt want the day to end....the next day i found out i didnt have to go to that school no more coz we were shifting to dubai...shit
CASE 2:when i shifted to Dubai i was enrolled in a school called OUR OWN ENGLISH HIGH SCHOOL....apart from the name being real freaky the guys and girls had different timings to prevent us guys meeting with the chix...damn.....we would come at around 12:30 and had classes till 6 PM where as the girls would have classes from 7 Am to 12 Pm
since i was a genius in that school i was forced into extra curricular activities....like being sent into a relay race...where i was tripped by a guy and half of my face was damaged beyond recognition and i had a plaster on me face for 2 days....all me teeth became loose and i had to eat PULP for 4 freakin weeks.....
i also often took part in elocutions and won for 6 years straight.......yes i was brilliant in those freak things back then.....even was up for the HOUSE MONITER in the year i left the school....anyways back to the story...since i was soooo fucking talented [pun fucking intended] i was forced to take part in a dance show which i was reluctant to take part in....but again the LORD was there for me....i had a chick as a partner.....oh sweet YES....i was in class 3 at the time.......
the chick was a pretty decent one as well......as i can remember we practiced for weeks....i had to miss school as i went to the practice auditorium and would just dance away with her....we were part of a group of like 7 pairs,.......
the BIG DAY ARRIVED....we danced our ass' off....touching feeling enjoyin[well i was at least]......we were supposed to do the same dance a day later and for my sinning and molesting of the kid the LORD made sure i couldnt dance.....i contracted CHICKEN POX FROM SOMEWHERE......SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
CASE 3:This final case occured quite a few years ago...around 5 years back when i was learning how to play me keyboards in me music class....where i had a huge crush on a chick called Sneha....everyone knows bout this incident....so we had a recital at some park...[skippin a ton to get to the juicy part]....
she was sitting on one end of a slide...where i was standing next to her trying to act COOL......cha man in it!
so looking here and there trying not to make it too obvious that i was staring at here...i peeked down at her and THE LORD AGAIN SHONE THROUGH....
she wasnt wearing no panties....could see her ass perfectly....it was a glorious sight.......i kept staring for what seemed such a short time......which actually was like 5 minutes...when i started hearing giggles......as i tried to take me eyes off that beautiful ass...i saw that almost everyone in the park was staring at me....
parents,teachers,students.....everyone......Sneha also started smiling for some reason and burst into giggles.......but unfortunately she never talked to me again....i did like a chick in music school again
and she turned out to be sneha's best friend.....we all know how that ended...she also never talked to me AGAIN...i did do some douche things...like constantly call her like some freaky stalker......but come on she didnt stop talking to me coz of that....or did she?
but the Lord has been kind in certain ways to me coz when i did like a couple of chicks some real fantastic things happened with em and me of course...
CASE 1:This happened when i was in class 1 before i left Calcutta....i was studying in a school called DEW DROPS which was a small school in 95 but now is a proper school having grades upto 12 i think.....at my time it had just upto grade 4.....so we had one classroom for all the grades 1,2,3 and 4......i had this huge crush on a girl called Shweta.....who was in class 4....for some reason i liked her.....so one day i arrived late at school and was bombarded by the teacher as to why i was late.....i was almost in tears...so the teach felt a little guilty and told me to get to my seat in the calmest tone possible....unfortunately....[fortunately actually] my seat was already taken by some new kid....and there werent any seats left.....
damn i though i would have to stand the entire time.......or at least a period got over
but then the LORD shone all HIS MIGHT on me and the teacher said
"AAAAdeeeeem [in that irritating bengali tone]...why dont you sit on Shweta's lap? there isnt a seat for you....Shweta you dont mind do you?"
DAMN........shit......WOW......first time i ever got the chance to have contact with a chick........wont ever forget those 4 kickass school hours....didnt want the day to end....the next day i found out i didnt have to go to that school no more coz we were shifting to dubai...shit
CASE 2:when i shifted to Dubai i was enrolled in a school called OUR OWN ENGLISH HIGH SCHOOL....apart from the name being real freaky the guys and girls had different timings to prevent us guys meeting with the chix...damn.....we would come at around 12:30 and had classes till 6 PM where as the girls would have classes from 7 Am to 12 Pm
since i was a genius in that school i was forced into extra curricular activities....like being sent into a relay race...where i was tripped by a guy and half of my face was damaged beyond recognition and i had a plaster on me face for 2 days....all me teeth became loose and i had to eat PULP for 4 freakin weeks.....
i also often took part in elocutions and won for 6 years straight.......yes i was brilliant in those freak things back then.....even was up for the HOUSE MONITER in the year i left the school....anyways back to the story...since i was soooo fucking talented [pun fucking intended] i was forced to take part in a dance show which i was reluctant to take part in....but again the LORD was there for me....i had a chick as a partner.....oh sweet YES....i was in class 3 at the time.......
the chick was a pretty decent one as well......as i can remember we practiced for weeks....i had to miss school as i went to the practice auditorium and would just dance away with her....we were part of a group of like 7 pairs,.......
the BIG DAY ARRIVED....we danced our ass' off....touching feeling enjoyin[well i was at least]......we were supposed to do the same dance a day later and for my sinning and molesting of the kid the LORD made sure i couldnt dance.....i contracted CHICKEN POX FROM SOMEWHERE......SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
CASE 3:This final case occured quite a few years ago...around 5 years back when i was learning how to play me keyboards in me music class....where i had a huge crush on a chick called Sneha....everyone knows bout this incident....so we had a recital at some park...[skippin a ton to get to the juicy part]....
she was sitting on one end of a slide...where i was standing next to her trying to act COOL......cha man in it!
so looking here and there trying not to make it too obvious that i was staring at here...i peeked down at her and THE LORD AGAIN SHONE THROUGH....
she wasnt wearing no panties....could see her ass perfectly....it was a glorious sight.......i kept staring for what seemed such a short time......which actually was like 5 minutes...when i started hearing giggles......as i tried to take me eyes off that beautiful ass...i saw that almost everyone in the park was staring at me....
parents,teachers,students.....everyone......Sneha also started smiling for some reason and burst into giggles.......but unfortunately she never talked to me again....i did like a chick in music school again
and she turned out to be sneha's best friend.....we all know how that ended...she also never talked to me AGAIN...i did do some douche things...like constantly call her like some freaky stalker......but come on she didnt stop talking to me coz of that....or did she?
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