My Random Experiment

This is for those of you who thought i was a conceited bastard... think again because for your kind information I am a shamelessly inconsiderate conceited bastard.This is getting unbelievable;i ask people to write about college and all they do is kiss ass. No I am not being rude, I am just being realistically uncomplicated and yes I will happily smack the behinds of those guilty of this outrageous stupidity till they glow red.

Okay now that was uncalled for but what the heck, at least now I have it out in the open and besides it is not my dirty linen. Now I have a silly notion, a very silly notion, in fact its is nothing more than a silly point but a notion in its very being. The point being that maybe I should be a little sentimental about leaving college. Isn't that what is expected of me but what the heck, like I care a rat's ass for what people actually think, besides if I did that I would be a sucker for Mills and Boons. Now, now, come back here....I didn't mean to offend you, I do feel sorry for you though; going through all that crap hoping for a real life romance which may never happen. I really miss a lot of things; not studying in a regular college has it perks but has more of a downside to it as well. Upside-"No fucking Principal... Downside-" No one to fucking piss off"...I feel like singing a sad sad love song but the ambiance around my cluttered work desk just doesn't cut it, besides its missing the vital ingredient; my shiny shower head. I personally have nothing against crooning in the shower, that way u can blame your muffled screwed up voice on the splattering water which keeps hitting u on the face. Anyway getting back to what i miss about regular college; We have no canteen so that means no red stained Chicken65 and stringy over cooked noodles but it also means that I now have absolutely nothing to smear on that obnoxious kid who keeps talking. I somehow don't miss the diarrhea which was always caused by the Bhel Puri... now i have stale Samosas and 2 day old Egg rolls. I however will miss sitting around the basketball court and listening to some truly fascinating stories which still leave me wondering as to whether I should be smiling or cringing at the punch line.Oh, and how can I ever forget the numerous talks on sex, now its not that we were perverted its just that its something that we happened to talk about. I stopped getting thrown out for napping though, turns out I stay awake much longer than the others so I end up staying in class only because there is no one else to throw out. An integral part of my life happens to be borrowing money which I never return and lending money which I never get back.I don't miss the lending part so much; turns out I can save quite a bit if I don't lend as much. If you are still reading this that must mean that i have committed a dreadful sin of keeping your interest up and owing to the boring lives you lead please do continue reading on; a little bit of excitement may do u some good.

i always wondered why every Nepali chowkidaar i came across was called Gorkha but somehow when I visited this place i left a few years ago he was the only person who remained unchanged. And also happened to be the only person who recognized my doggone face. Well maybe sometime in the near future I ll go back there; when I am famous which coincidently thanks to the incoherent indecipherable blabber of my mind which is still trying to create an unborn philosophy which will be of no use to this world... Now you may ask how does this make a difference ... the point is it doesn't and that is what makes it so wonderfully contenting to my soulless heart, I don't feel happiness and its definably nowhere near despair; Its a contenting numbness i can't explain. Its surreal how one's true feeling can appear in a random writing experiment. I know that mine just did ....