To Each His Own..

Fire in,Fire out,
withering dreams was it all about?

followed me you,till the dungeons,
watched me you,till the realms of vengeance,

all was what i asked was this,
through my veins,your name shall be a bliss,

in the form of a letter,it crashed on my soul,
was it my fault or was it just another of your's unlucky black mole.

Fire in,Fire out...

I am the HIGHWAY

The Perfect Shot

The rugged wall clock showed 02:02 am....the dawn was about to touch us but we were still not done with the night....
The Lake view resort was buzzing with silence throughout.Only the sound of water can be heard and that water belonged to the lake Naini-the mango shaped Heart of Nainital.
In the room 103,two empty glasses were kept beautifully on a glass table besides a bottle of Scotch.Ofcourse Unintentionally.
Every piece of the 'tikkas' and peanuts were comfortably allocated in the empty spaces of stomach.All that was left were some silver paper plates and red chilly sauce that can keep one on toes in the entire morning.
The Florescent  light was making its presence felt by striking on the aviators kept on the wooden cupboard and the small ancient  chandelier was in full mood to fall right over us.

Kay's eyes were half closed.He seems to be knocked out but I am sure sleep won't catch him so easily.Soon the king will be up and get engaged in some sweet conversations with one of his damsels who must be by now all fired up.

I made myself the last drink of the night,took the packet of cigarettes & lighter(was not sure if i am gonna smoke but sometimes just to wake up my creative spirits,I need those white pipes) and with utmost care, picked up my baby SLR.I think i whispered to him"let's create some magic..."..Not sure though and i walked out of the room...I loved the sound my feet made when i walked on the wooden floor.It gave me an impression that as if i am transported to some different world and live in a tree house.I so wish to do that one day.
Just outside our wooden room ,there was a common bay area.Two chairs and a table were placed perfectly in the middle.A board hanging on the wall welcomed me by saying "No drinking & No Smoking'.I closely saw my glass and it saw me back.If i remember clearly,it winked and grinned at me.

In the quest of my perfect shot,i hurriedly put my glass on the table,removed the cap of my camera and opened the window. As soon as I did that,I was greeted with soft cool breeze hitting peacefully my face and my eyes witnessed a scene that i am dead sure ,words will fall flat in describing it.But still if i dare to try...it was like Mother nature was all dressed up for some heavenly occasion.With the full moon shining on her forehead and the black clouds were giving a perfect impression of those shiny locks. The water underneath was slow and steady making some enticing sounds.All the trees around were dancing beautifully to the tunes of the water.The lake had amazingly captivated the aura of the moon and embraced it as if it belonged to her. I was taken aback as being a big city slicker this was all unreal for me .God's brush just created a masterpiece.
Without losing any time i quickly adjusted my camera and started clicking some random shots.I knew this is the moment when i am gonna get my best shot till date.Everything is in place...great set up,high spirits and no one to bother me.
But it wasn't so easy.I checked in the camera monitor and  found every shot a mere ordinary one.Not even closest to my expectations.My SLR actually failed to capture the beauty of that eternal moment.I tried again with some different settings but all in vain.Nothing better.
I was frustrated to the core.I put back the camera on the table,sipped my drink and lighted up a cigarette.I closed my eyes for a moment and again stared back at the lake.Few moments passed by and then suddenly i realized the whole reason of me being there.

My perfect shot was right there in front of my eyes,its just that i needed to have a deeper look...penetrating into all of the self created boundaries.
That shot was all reserved for me.It doesn't deserved to be captured in any digital medium.It has to be set free.I have to give it the wings of imagination so that it can fly higher & higher in the skies of my memory.
My eyes refused to blink and my heart skipped a beat or two.
It was all there.Nothing else needed,Nothing else mattered...

I saw my childhood drawings on the surface of water....I felt my parents blessings with each blows of the wind....I sensed my friends joys and sorrows hidden all over the valley....I heard her enchanting voice softly blending with the sounds of lake....I faced all those unanswered questions of my life blinking in the sky...I witnessed few of my buried regrets walking down the lonely road and somewhere also i saw my future clinging to one of the branches of the dancing trees waiting for me with arms wide open.

It was a rare defining moment and a perfect one.I was glad that i was here,I was happy that lake Naini chosed me to be part of her adventure that night.
Just to pay my last respect,I spilled my rest of the drink outside the window.It gave me a sense of fulfillment that i shared my last drink with the lake naini and her party.It felt like being in a state of ecstasy.I took a deep breath and made a promise to myself and the lake...that one day i will be back again but with next time i will surely have the answers to some of the questions of my life.

Now it was time to get back to reality so as i was about to end up my priceless experience and close the window,i saw a man walking down the steep street beneath.He seems to be in a very jovial mood. He was listening to some local music on his radio.I couldn't make out the meaning of  the words but the tune was mesmerizing.He waved me....and i waved him back with a smile on my face. That's what i love the most about all the small towns of India.All you need is a smile on your face and every one will treat you as if you were part of that place since the dawn of the time.I thank him for giving me that music in my mind that actually concluded the whole scene in a cinematic fashion..

After discovering the contentment,I reached back my room and surprisingly found,Kay snoring loudly with his Iphone still on his ears.I freed him  from his I'devil ,gave him a blanket and switched off the lights.While i also prepared myself to surrender to some sound sleep.

I gently closed my eyes and guess what...The Perfect Shot was all i can see.

Au Revoir...

A Sublime Conversation....

On my way to Bahadurpally...a distant place where my work place resides..


In a APSRTC bus....that can put any high decibel sound making factory to shame...


Sitting besides a guy ..maybe in 20's... definitely an engineering student(most of the young boys and girls  with bags end up as an engineering student in AP)


The guy was looking out of the window and his mobile was loudly playing "to phir aao from Awarapan' in a speaker mode...
This was kind of strange and exciting for me...a Telugu guy listening to a Bollywood film song...i never had this experience before....earlier this i was always under the impression that they are totally mad about their music...


With anxiety hitting my mind,i dared to pull off an abstract conversation with him...
Here it goes:-


Me-do you know the meaning of this song?


Guy-No


Me-still you are listening it..?


Guy-Yes...i like the tune of it...it makes me sad..!


Me-why you want to be sad when everyone searches for happiness?


Guy-I am not sure about that...it's just the way i am...i like being sad!


Me-No..i dont buy that...there has to be some story behind..no body likes being sad!


Guy-no story...i am more comfortable that way because every time i am happy,a fear struck me that this happiness is just temporary phase and it can fade away in a moment.


Me-and so can be said about sadness....both are just two sides of a coin..


Guy-yeah but i think when you are sad,you are much more true to your soul.


Me-and is it necesasry ...like to be true to ur soul?


Guy-i guess...it is...it always helps in simplyfing life!


Me-simplifying life???what does that mean?


Guy-it means you can always look for options when nothing seems to work  your way...


Me-so you mean to say that we have to be sad to look out for options in life?


Guy-not exactly...it's just my personal opinion that happiness makes you shallow but when you are sad you go deep down the sea and search for what lies beneath the whole emotional circus...


Me-hmmm....what's ur age?


Guy-i am 20..


Me-you are way too young to talk all this intellectual stuff...you should be hooking  with girls,partying and having a good time in life..


Guy-yeah right...hooking up with girls...!


Me-what's with the look..?


Guy-that is the only reason that makes me talk like that..


Me-oh ok...so here we are...i found the background story then...You are just another case of a failure in love...aren't you??


Guy-i never failed....it's just that she never entered the examination hall...


Me-hehehe....sorry about that...but that sounded funnny...what happned?she didn't liked you?


Guy-she did...but not as much ...


Me-okay so she typecasted u as just another friend?


Guy-hmmm...maybe....she had a firm belief that we can never have that "love equation"...her faith in me was shred into pieces when i confronted her about my feelings..


Me-so then she parted ways with you..


Guy-yes...that was the last day i saw her... after that it was just her thoughts that rambled in my mind...nothing more..


Me-do you still love her?


Guy-I am not sure about that....it's just that i wanna lead a normal life now..


Me-a normal "sad" life???isn't it?


Guy-yeah...


Me-but that doesn't answer my question...do you still love her?


Guy-and why would i tell you this?


Me-already you have told me enough buddy...i deserve to know this now...don't you think?


Guy-I don't want to think about her...


Me-Okay...tell me one thing what will you do if she comes back in your life and love you the same way as you do her...


Guy-No i won't let that happen now...because if she will come back in my life,she will take the sadness away from me...and i am not comfortable being happy anymore..


Me-oh...that was too heavy thing to say...You seriously need to break free my friend...


Guy-break free???what do you mean by that?


Me-It means getting a grip of freedom from all of your self created inhibitions...try it sometimes...it will make you feel alive again...


Guy-but i am not dead..


Me-yes ofcourse you are not...but somewhere you need to join the missing dots of your life...


Guy-fine...i will try to break free..


Me-good to hear that...


Guy-what about you?it was more of a interview than a conversation.I never got a chance to peek into pages of life's story.


Me-my stop is here ....i need to get down...


Guy-hey..dat's not fair...atleast tell did u had ur chances in love?u seems to be a happy go lucky guy...i bet you must had a smooth ride...


Me-yeah smooth as the roads of AP during rainy season...


(I saw him laughing first time in the whole conversation.It made me feel kind of victorious.)


Me-Okay...it was nice talking to you.Have a "happy" life ahead!


Guy-happy?? will this word ever blend with me..


Me-i am sure it will....it blends perfectly with life and you are one of its own..


Guy-okay...as you say so...


Me-goodbye for now...hope some day again we will meet and continue where we left..


Guy-sure...I will wait for that day to come..


Me-till then rabraakha


Guy-what was that?


Me-Rabraakha-it means May God take care of you...!


Guy-same to you...


Me-No i want you to say that word..


Guy-Okay i will try,...Rabraakkha!


Me-yeah that's the way it is.Rabraakha!

The Last Bus

By

Samresh Kumar Shrivastava

Date-28/05/2011

FADE IN.

EXT.  A CROWDED BUS DEPOT-AFTERNOON

A man is standing and waiting for the bus. He seems to be an educated, urban professional, very well dressed, carrying a backpack and a few expensive looking gadgets like a cellphone, an ipod, a laptop etc. He is feeling out of place as he prefers air travel and is used to luxury. However, due to reasons unknown, his flight got cancelled and unfortunate events landed him at that bus stop. The other passersby are not very prosperous, in fact, they are very ordinary. He seems to be the odd one.

His phone rings. He picks it up.

MAN

Hey man! How are you? Yeah…actually rite now m stuck at some bus stop. Waiting for the bus but its taking a long time .don’t know what to do? it will take me another 2 hrs to reach the nearest hotel…yeah yeah…m planning to fly tomorrow now so you can plan the meeting tomorrow with the clients .I will be surely available… .Okay..bye…take care.

He hangs up and looks around. The scorching heat is making the wait worse. He starts searching for some shade to sit under.

All the people are busy, one way or another.

A vegetable vendor cries his wares. A paan wallah makes a paan. A bearded man smokes a bidi, sitting. A small, nude, kid runs about. A man in a police uniform reads the newspaper. An elderly man scratches his crotch. Two men talk among themselves, keeping a close eye on the man. A crippled beggar is trying to write something on a piece of trash.

The man finds a place to sit. He puts his backpack aside and drinks water from his bottle.

A person is sitting beside him. The man asks him

MAN

Hello…haan…bhaiya….yaha agli bus kitni der mei aati hai?

He does not respond, but simply stares blankly into the man's eyes. The man asks again.

MAN

Hain???yaha bus aati bhi hai ya naam ka bus depot hai ye.

He still does not reply. Suddenly the man hears a voice.

STRANGER

Behraa hai ye bechara….sun nahi sakta aur naahi bol sakta hai.

He turns around to see a bulky man standing in front of him.

MAN

Oh…I am sorry.accha aap kuch bta sakte hai bus ke timings ke bare mei?

STRANGER(giving a mischievous smile)

Arre…aa jayegi sir.Bas thodi der aur intezaar kar lijiye.

The stranger scratches his beard and departs. Not losing the man's gaze for a moment.

The man finds this person to be a little weird.

He sits back down and dials a number.

MAN

Hey sweetie!...how r u? kya kar rahi hai? I am dying to meet you….bahut yaad aa rahi hai teri…

A few people are constantly watching him while he talks on the phone. Their expressions are not easily discernible. They are standing all around him.

The crippled beggar is still trying to write something.

The STRANGER lights up a cigarette, standing a few meters away from the man. The man smiles, he is absorbed in his phone call.

As time passes, the crippled beggar begins walking towards the place where the guy is sitting and busy talking, with his beloved, over the phone. He is crawling and dragging himself on his crutches and gets very close. Suddenly, the man becomes aware of a presence and looks up to see the cripple's face mere inches from his own. His eyes peering into the man's. He is carrying a piece of paper. The man gives a start and holds up his phone for a moment to ask the beggar of his motives.

MAN

Kya chahiye bhaiya? khulla nahi hai mere pass abhi.

The beggar does not reply. He simply hands him the piece of paper and begins to leave.

This makes the man utterly confused. He unfolds the piece of paper and tries to read. It says:-

YESTERDAY IT WAS ME, TODAY IT IS YOU.

After reading the note he looks up to find the beggar going further away. The man is quite genuinely surprised and seeks a reason for the beggar's behavior. The beggar turns around, passes a mischievous smile and starts moving away again.

By now, the man seems to be very disturbed. He has no clue about what he should do next, how should he act? He follows the beggar and calls out to stop him.

MAN

Ye kya diya hai tune muje?kisne likha hai ye? Tell me goddamn it. What is this piece of shit?

The beggar would not talk. He simply puts a finger on his lips and stares at the man. He starts to leave again but this time the man tries to stop him forcefully.

Enter; a policeman.

POLICEMAN

Kya baat ho gayi sir ji?kyu is bhikari k muh lag rahe ho? (to the beggar)chal bay bhaag yaha se madarchod….

MAN

Sir ye dekhiye…isne pata nahi muje ye kya diya hai? (handing him the piece of paper)

POLICEMAN

Kya hai ye?(reads it)arre sir aap ye kin chakkro mei padh rahe ho.chalo mere sath,aapko aapki bus tak chodd deta hu…..yaha koi bus nahi aayegi.

MAN

Kya??yaha bus nahi ayegi?to fir kaha ayegi?(the guy is very tensed now)

POLICEMAN

Muje pata hai kaha ayegi aapki bus….chalo mere sath.

The policeman makes a sign to the bulky STRANGER which the man had met previously and he comes over.

POLICEMAN

Zara sir ki help kar,inka samaan uthaane mei…inko bus pe chadaana hai.

MAN

Nahi…main apna samaan khud hi uthaa lunga.

POLICEMAN

Jaisi aapki marzi sir….

The MAN starts walking with the POLICEMAN and the STRANGER.

2-3 men also start following them. The crippled beggar watches them go into a dimly lighted gully.

Darkness and a lot of heartrending sounds follow. A lot of screaming and shouting as if someone is being tortured.

A bearded man wearing a black bandana and bloodshot eyes appears, waving a knife. This disturbed man is part of a group called “KRUUR SENA”. They are a lot of frustrated men who are not able to succeed in their lives. They have never tasted success and can’t bear to think that there are others who do. They simply hate people who are happy with their lives. Any smiling face hurts them. Their mission is to eradicate happiness and make the human race miserable.

                                                                                                                                                               FADE OUT

FADE IN

EXT.  SAME CROWDED BUS DEPOT-AFTERNOON

A family is waiting at the bus stop. Man, woman and a kid. They are talking among themselves and seem to be quite content.

A few meters away a grotesque man can be seen sitting. He has lost one of his arms and a leg. He is partially blind. His skin seems burnt, bearing many scars. Slowly, he moves towards the family and gives the man a piece of paper and smiles mischievously. The man reads the paper. It says

THE END

The man watches him go away. After a few paces, he stops and turns backs. He is none other than the young MAN we saw waiting, once, for the bus that never came.

                                                                                                                                              CUT TO BLACK

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Sweet Frog and Ugly Flowers

The following writeup(i really dunno wat to call this) is Ridiculously Unreasonable so if you are here,looking for some logic in this then stop right there and move to something useful that can actually help you raise your i.q's & e.q's ...this ain't gonna help u in any ways but yes, if you feed upon a term called Absurdity than carry on...you might end up giving it some new dimensions through your share of madness...!

this was a dream,i had few days back...vivid,psychedelic and in technicolor..!

It all starts with...

A dusty room...An ancient bed and A noisy fan...

The shoot is about to begin...A bare chested guy sitting on the bed...sweat and anticipation both dripping down on his face.People call him Salman.He works on a daily wages in a brick factory but his heart lies in acting.His passion.

Two men standing few feet apart,one carrying a handycam and other carrying some bunch of papers.They were about to shoot some crucial sequence of some film but stucked in between.Heavy discussion is going on.Closer look shows that one is pissed off and another one is trying to do nothing.

The scene thay had in mind is of a Wedding night...

so what they have been waiting for?is everything not in place....are they missing something?

yes...the bed was without any rosepetals..

DAMN...that sounds dangerous.

yes...and it's just the beginning.

Over to the Directors.

Director 1:-(agitated)Where are the fuckin rosepetals?

Director 2:-(calm)listen dude..we are not making any shoddy b-grade bollywood film...you forgot??we are the comrades who have devoted there whole life to cinematic revolution.We are the real deal man...

1:-don't feed me this crap...i ain't shooting without any rosepetals...i need them now or i leave.

2:-look at this poor guy...he has been waiting since morning like this...sitting half naked under this retired fan....have some mercy on him..

1:-no dude...i can't do injustice to the learnings of my teachers...actually you are not getting into the aesthetic of cinema.You still unknown with its divine power.I am trying to create something exceptional here....something historical.Somethings are to be done just for the sake of arts and you seriously need to appreciate that...so please ask Sanju Singh to get the rosepetals from anywhere,anyhow.

2:-Sanju singh is not here.He has gone to find the gal for salman for this scene?If i am not wrong,You must be knowing that without the gal we can't shoot this particular scene.

1:-...and how he has planned to do that?

2:-I s'pos that won't be a big task for him as he is riding his magical pig who can make any gal mad just by his melodious grunts .
"oink oink".

1:-so u mean to say that he & his pig are part of some delhi eveteasing group?just that he is riding a pig in place of fancy bikes..

2:-no ..no...don't take it otherwise.Sanju singh is a pure hearted guy.He is also one of the comrade.It's just that his style of approach is little unconventional.

1:-Okay leave that...i think we have very little time in our hand so we need to rap up this sequence today at any cost.Let me think what i can do regarding the rosepetals thingie.(thinks) There used to be some wild red flowers in my backyard...let's see if we can find them.

2:-but i think you were specifically looking for "rosepetals"...will any wild flower will do now?

1:-yes i was but now i don't have any other resort...we have to do some exceptional lightning to make them look like roses.

2:-huhuhuhuhuhu!!!

1:-Laugh...laugh...as much as you can.This will take you no where.A time will come when i will rule this magical world of cinema then only you will realise my true potential.

Both the directors go into the backyard meanwhile Salman scratches his head.

Scene of the Backyard...

1:-There they are...My beautiful saviours...Let me get them and make them immortal through my sensational photography.

2:-hmmm...but they look ugly..

1:-What you know about beauty and arts?just stand right here & wait,i must get them ...

2:-okay...but be careful,i have read somewhere that such wild flowers are carnivorous.

1:-duh...that's what i call side effects of watching too much discovery channel..You keep drowning in your outrageous theories ,i will be back in a moment or two.

While he was busy in plucking the wild flowers,a frog comes into the picture.

2:-I can see a big fat frog croaking behind you.He is staring you like he has some serious issues with you.

1:-Where??(looks behind)oh...!thats not a frog...that is my asshole cousin pagal pandat...I caught him red handed stealing money frm his mothers purse.Therefore,she cursed him and here he is turned into such a lovey-dovey creature."croak croak"...Go away you prick...eat some insects.

2:-oh..wats happening there...pagal pandat is reaching for you...he just hurled out his long sticky tongue..watch out for him!!!

1:-shut up yaa...let me get this flowers first ,i can't stand much here..and what you saying ....he can never attack me,he is a big time looser.

2:-I am not lying... there goes his tongue...he is about to catch you.

1:-don't you have something gud to say..if not then shut the fuk up...let me do my work.AARRRRRGGHHHH...AAAHHHHHH
wats that sticky thing on my back...oh shit!!!....It's the frog....its his tongue....oh no!!!!!!Gross....help me dude...he is pulling me towards him.

2:-yeah i can see that and now only you believe me.

1:-yeah..yeah...m sorry for that...do something bro....he is wrapping me up....m feeling helpless...

2:-..oye...hat hat pagal pandat..let go my friend,u stupid reptile....oh christ!!!he is getting bigger & bigger...just like some mutant ninja turtles...

1:-c'mon dude...do sumthing..hit him with a stick or a stone..save ME!!!

2:-oh..i cant...m stucked..i cant move...u urself has to do sumthing...

1:-thats not fair....u r not even trying to move...c'mon hold me ..pull me towards urself....we dont have much time now...aaaahhhhh!

2:-i am trying yar...it just not happening ...okay fast tell me any message u want me to tell to your family...i will surely convey to them.

1:-you scoundrel...do sumthing....m gonna get u for this...

The frog wraps its prey and throws him right into his dark throat and eventually dumping him into his large ball shape belly.

2:-hellooo...hellooo..can u hear me?are u still alive?

1:-ohhh..aahhh...oooo...aaaaeeeee....I am inside...its too hot here...and once m out,that will be your last day.

2:-c'mon dude...we are childhood friends....

1:-kiss my ass you bugger..

2:-so shall i rap up the shoot for today?

1:-oh man...its so stinky here...this idiot seems to be eating all kind of crap....hey i found my lost shoe..

2:-wow!thats great for you....see if you can find my lost underpants as well....I will be thankful to you.

1:-STOP THIS BULLSHIT & ASK SOMEONE TO HELP ME,YOU MORON!!!

2:-okay...okay...i will see what i can find out but for the time being,I have got an idea.If somehow I make this Pagal panthat to eat this camera then you can start shooting inside.It will be a historical footage...first of its kind....never happened before.You will be a named as the greatest revolutionary in the world of cinema.

No response

2:-hey what you say???are you listening to me???are you there???

No response

I think you have gone for a nap or something.I can understand,this was really an action packed day for you...okay then,i will take a leave and will see you in the evening.Till then sleep tight.

CUT!!!

Pagal pandat is croaking continously to attract some females frogs.


Sanju singh is still in search of a gal.His pig has ran away.

Salman is sleeping...alone on the bed.

Director 2 has left to watch Tees Maar Khan

Somewhere down the belly of pagal pandat,Director 1 is in search of some papers so that he can jot down his Vulnerable experience and later on make a offbeat film based upon it.

PACK UP!

Bastardzz

"Love your enemies just in case your friends turn out to be Bastardzz"


Someday called Sunday-
It was my most cherished day of the week when i was supposed to sleep till the sun burns out but that day i was awake by 7 a.m or I should say i was being kicked out of my dream world by an obnoxious call.That call was made by my company's boss Mr. Bhutia.

Cut to Mr.Bhutia-
There are some people who believe in hard work and there are some people who believe in pure luck.And then There are third kind of people who believes in both.
Mr Bhutia was one of that kind.He believed in hard work but of other people's.The poor hardworking souls of his company who work like machines on a lease to make him more rich and make him more lucky.There was a note written on his wall which says "A good boss makes his men realize they have more ability then they think they have so that they consistently do better work then they thought they could".

Cut to Sunday morning-
Bhutia as usual not feeling any sorry for his actions,quickly forwarded me a task or more of his family matter which he was supposed to do but he could not as he was feeling very sleepy & lethargic due to the previous late night party which he translated to me as important meeting with clients for the better future of the company and it's employees.Bull Shit.
I was aware of the fact that Bhutia thinks of me as a dumb-ass and a guy who can be easily manipulated so he was never short of giving me some extra work of his own in return of some phoney promises of incentives & promotion.I would have left this job but then again the vicious circle of job hunting scares the hell out of me.Search-apply-wait for the call-interview-negotiation-rejection and then again start from the scratch.I was somewhere in a comfort zone of mine and don't want any more vague thoughts to prevail.I go to office,i work like an ass,i bitch about my colleagues and i butter mr. Bhutia.There after i return back to my sweet home without carrying any extra baggage from my office and it's territories.I was more of living in a prayer that someday Bhutia will change forever and appreciate my dedication rather using me as a fool to suck up his tool.
With sleep floating in my watery eyes and the late night butter chicken still not able to adjust to my stomach's surroundings,i got up from my lazy bed while my mouth severely abused Bhutia.
I went to the toilet in order to donate my uneasy chicken to the municipal drainage but it refused to come out and made some weird sounds showing its anger and agony.The whole episode resulted in the upset of my stomach.People have bad hair day but i often have a bad stomach day.So till then it was far from a perfect morning.I was getting ready for the mission that was out of the blue thrown at me and meanwhile my mind thought of different ways to thrash Bhutia's ugly face.I took the car keys,didn't bothered to look into the mirror,shutted down the air conditioner,took some constipation pills and banged the main door as i left the house.My cute gold fish studied tension all over my face through her small glass aquarium.
I came down and met with my building's guard.He saluted me and said that he wasn't expecting me today so early morning and i just gave him that 'can't help it' look.He seems to be satisfied with that as if he too is the victim of life's aristocracy.I walked pass a big community dustbin which obviously further impaired my loose spirits.From there own i started rushing towards the parking area and it was then i saw two humans named Shaggy & Demona.