India???
I hate India. One thought i have in my mind when I am stuck in this traffic jam. What the FUCK man. I start early to college and i still get stuck in a freaking jam because some overgrown libidous bull hallucinated that the oncoming ambassador to be a cow and tried to copulate, in the process killing the driver, itself and giving birth to this traffic havoc. Why do I hate India? Where in this damned world will a Bullock cart race with a ford.
Well, the traffic cleared after an hour though, so I was almost getting ready to fall asleep on my bike.
I hate India. Again the same thought. I am packed armpit to head in a public transport bus. Not like I am extremely interested in the brand of deodorant that the fair lady used an year ago when she last probably took a bath. And not to mention the driver who might have confused water with arrack. Thank you. I always aspired to act in Top Gun. Why do I hate India? Yea because in other countries they used better condoms and licenses are not distributed to family members.
I hate India. Its becoming a habit now huh? What this time? Well usual stuff. I am in the railway station. Or rather I am searching for a flat there because I think I am going to spend the rest of my waking hours waiting for that elusive train. I guess we have flexible time zones. The Railways follows the time zone that is always late for all other zones.
I hate India. Do not get bored please. Its not a crib story. Its my autobiography. So soon you ask. Well, it is about time I guess. I hate India because India has a flag and it comes in the way of all legs all the time. It was on the road when I was walking from the parking and I guess people didn’t seem to notice. I did. I saw it on the ground and I ran to pick it up from there. A lorry hit me. Why did I do it?
I hate India. Like how I hate my dad when he doesn’t give me money. Like how I hate mom when she doesn’t let me watch tv. I died… India Lives….
By
Oruganty
Well, the traffic cleared after an hour though, so I was almost getting ready to fall asleep on my bike.
I hate India. Again the same thought. I am packed armpit to head in a public transport bus. Not like I am extremely interested in the brand of deodorant that the fair lady used an year ago when she last probably took a bath. And not to mention the driver who might have confused water with arrack. Thank you. I always aspired to act in Top Gun. Why do I hate India? Yea because in other countries they used better condoms and licenses are not distributed to family members.
I hate India. Its becoming a habit now huh? What this time? Well usual stuff. I am in the railway station. Or rather I am searching for a flat there because I think I am going to spend the rest of my waking hours waiting for that elusive train. I guess we have flexible time zones. The Railways follows the time zone that is always late for all other zones.
I hate India. Do not get bored please. Its not a crib story. Its my autobiography. So soon you ask. Well, it is about time I guess. I hate India because India has a flag and it comes in the way of all legs all the time. It was on the road when I was walking from the parking and I guess people didn’t seem to notice. I did. I saw it on the ground and I ran to pick it up from there. A lorry hit me. Why did I do it?
I hate India. Like how I hate my dad when he doesn’t give me money. Like how I hate mom when she doesn’t let me watch tv. I died… India Lives….
By
Oruganty
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