It seems like I'm almost developing a habit to apologize to my readers for some thing or the other in almost all of my posts. So now, I'm breaking the habit. It was my decision to not write for these few days. Jo ukhadna hai, ukhad lo!
Just kidding, you all are my favorite people.How can I say something like this to you? A polite fuck off works just as well.
The pressure these days are sky-high and today was a day after a million years when I felt somewhat relaxed. So, here I am. With another one of my life stories. Hope you enjoy the serene atmosphere created by the peaceful essence of this story! [Used some hi-fi words here to please the "posh" critics who don't like the low level of language used here].
I don't remember the exact date but it was sometime in September when our seniors declared a Fresher's party for the Electrical Department. Holy Krishna! When I heard that there would be free food, I was too much excited by the prospect. This sounded like fun and I jumped at the idea. But, and this but is a big one, they announced that we were to be in traditional clothes. Dhoti-Kurta or Kurta-pajama. I had neither and immediately the party sounded less fun. However, when there is food involved, all decisions are matters of life and death.
Thus, off I went looking for the traditional wear of this country. Now see, I don't have the bargaining skill level 99999 like my mother in terms of any shopping. My brain reacts something like this in shops- Me see, Me like, No wear or tear, Me Buy. That is not how shopping is done! You need to attend super serious business meetings in the secret Mom headquarters to improve your skills and unfortunately, I didn't do that. So, after coming back home, I was compared to all the species present in the animal kingdom until she was tired. Next day, she went to a shop and bought a better quality attire at less than half the price.Wow!
All the checklists were ticked [it only contained one box] and I was ready for the Fresher's party! Mmmm- Free Food, Me Likey!
Then, two or three days before the actual event, the seniors came to our classes with sheets of paper. My first thought was "Do we have to pass an exam to be able to appear in the party ?" Oh my poor JEE habituated brain!
There were questions on the paper but these were not conventional questions any educational institution would ever ask. You guys are smart! You know what I mean! It's hard to remember these questions after seven months but I think the general idea is the same.
The questions begun normally. They started like, "Did you roam about the entire campus ?", expanded into "What is the best place to make out in the campus ?" and then finally elevated into "Who is the hottest senior according to you ?" There were some outrageous answers in the class and hey! Your boy was equally flirtatious, outrageous and delicious. The day passed and then we came to The Day!
The proceedings of the day will be in the next post . Don't look at me like that! I'm tired af today and this is all you get!
Thank you ladies and gentlemen so much for reading and as always I will see you in the next post. Buh-Bye!!!
Just kidding, you all are my favorite people.How can I say something like this to you? A polite fuck off works just as well.
The pressure these days are sky-high and today was a day after a million years when I felt somewhat relaxed. So, here I am. With another one of my life stories. Hope you enjoy the serene atmosphere created by the peaceful essence of this story! [Used some hi-fi words here to please the "posh" critics who don't like the low level of language used here].
I don't remember the exact date but it was sometime in September when our seniors declared a Fresher's party for the Electrical Department. Holy Krishna! When I heard that there would be free food, I was too much excited by the prospect. This sounded like fun and I jumped at the idea. But, and this but is a big one, they announced that we were to be in traditional clothes. Dhoti-Kurta or Kurta-pajama. I had neither and immediately the party sounded less fun. However, when there is food involved, all decisions are matters of life and death.
Thus, off I went looking for the traditional wear of this country. Now see, I don't have the bargaining skill level 99999 like my mother in terms of any shopping. My brain reacts something like this in shops- Me see, Me like, No wear or tear, Me Buy. That is not how shopping is done! You need to attend super serious business meetings in the secret Mom headquarters to improve your skills and unfortunately, I didn't do that. So, after coming back home, I was compared to all the species present in the animal kingdom until she was tired. Next day, she went to a shop and bought a better quality attire at less than half the price.Wow!
All the checklists were ticked [it only contained one box] and I was ready for the Fresher's party! Mmmm- Free Food, Me Likey!
Then, two or three days before the actual event, the seniors came to our classes with sheets of paper. My first thought was "Do we have to pass an exam to be able to appear in the party ?" Oh my poor JEE habituated brain!
There were questions on the paper but these were not conventional questions any educational institution would ever ask. You guys are smart! You know what I mean! It's hard to remember these questions after seven months but I think the general idea is the same.
The questions begun normally. They started like, "Did you roam about the entire campus ?", expanded into "What is the best place to make out in the campus ?" and then finally elevated into "Who is the hottest senior according to you ?" There were some outrageous answers in the class and hey! Your boy was equally flirtatious, outrageous and delicious. The day passed and then we came to The Day!
The proceedings of the day will be in the next post . Don't look at me like that! I'm tired af today and this is all you get!
Thank you ladies and gentlemen so much for reading and as always I will see you in the next post. Buh-Bye!!!
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