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My second day on blogger and am already bored. Person such as Praveen cannot even read whole of a blog post forget about posting one. Pcch! Here I go..
12/21/11 3:14 PM
(Why the fuck did I even write that? Blogger would show it automatically.)
Incident am gonna narrate today is of yesterdays!
English marks were being distributed. Ravi - "Praveen you got 18." Pavak - "Dude you got 18." Harsh - "Oye! 18" Praveen - (That tolls up to 54. Idiots.) "Roll No 1"
(Aah! KMA) (Why should I be the one to get screwed on the first hand?) (Its all because, my parents admitted me in this school waayy too early.) (Notebook Submission. Marks Distribution. Or, debate competition. Am the first and very first "test subject".)
Collected my paper. As such I knew my marks already. The whole class did. No surprise. No exclamation. "2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11." There comes roll no 11. Rahul Khatnani. My friend. Collects his paper. On his way back to his place. Mid-way...
Praveen - "How many did you get?"
Rahul - "Wait. Ll tell you."
Praveen - "Say. How many did you get?"
(Tried to stop him with my hand)
Wooooosh!
The whole class is laughing.
Rahul Khatnani. My friend. Is in my arms. In a pose when one could easily hear some kind of romantic music playing. Weird.
My second day on blogger and am already bored. Person such as Praveen cannot even read whole of a blog post forget about posting one. Pcch! Here I go..
12/21/11 3:14 PM
(Why the fuck did I even write that? Blogger would show it automatically.)
Incident am gonna narrate today is of yesterdays!
English marks were being distributed. Ravi - "Praveen you got 18." Pavak - "Dude you got 18." Harsh - "Oye! 18" Praveen - (That tolls up to 54. Idiots.) "Roll No 1"
(Aah! KMA) (Why should I be the one to get screwed on the first hand?) (Its all because, my parents admitted me in this school waayy too early.) (Notebook Submission. Marks Distribution. Or, debate competition. Am the first and very first "test subject".)
Collected my paper. As such I knew my marks already. The whole class did. No surprise. No exclamation. "2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11." There comes roll no 11. Rahul Khatnani. My friend. Collects his paper. On his way back to his place. Mid-way...
Praveen - "How many did you get?"
Rahul - "Wait. Ll tell you."
Praveen - "Say. How many did you get?"
(Tried to stop him with my hand)
Wooooosh!
The whole class is laughing.
Rahul Khatnani. My friend. Is in my arms. In a pose when one could easily hear some kind of romantic music playing. Weird.
baahon ke darmiya.......do pyar mil rahe hain........--- nd den
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_|_ << That. My friend. Is my answer. :P
ReplyDeletewell i guess you proved my previous comment true ......u r really frustrated....:D:D
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