Continuing with the monologues series here is the next chapter.
In a dark corner of some coffee shop where retro music is being played in the sound system, no not Bryan Adams but Cheri Cheri Lady by Modern Talking.
@KueKaMendhak* Scribbling in his notepad some Integral Calculus problem
Newton did Integration first then Differentiation, now how is that possible. Mere thought of this gives me acidity, the feeling of being Mathematically Inadequate, that and the coffee that I sipped sometime back. I always use this coffee shop out of all the places in the world to study because it gives me the sounds of world which help me to numb my brain and study (contrary to my parents belief noise helps in concentrating). Every once in a while it also gives me those funny fights in between couples which spice up my life. The only form of entertainment I can afford this year. This being year of my Twelfth Boards. Let's not add onto my acidity. I am just an average bloke of a small town in average India where my parents like every other parents want me to give IIT-JEE, AIEEE and get into an NIT at least(When I see their 'High Hopes' I want to know what they are smoking and wish I could smoke some of that). As for me I have no career options, no wants, hell I am pissing in my pants thinking about all the competitive exams. Especially now that my school life is going to end since I don't know what's good for me, or what I am capable of. So I've filled every form available to me, NLAT, Xavier's (You didn't know? Media is the 'in' thing). I've done this basically as you never know when you luckily get into a decent institution and twenty years ahead, you are giving snarling sermons to someone as lost as you. Needless to say how you would mention, "I found my calling and how my love for John Grisham's novel never made me realize, that a lawyer is what I wanted to be. But looking back that was the only Natural Progression," or how, "My passion for Cinema and love for DDLJ(Yes I like soft romantic films which make no sense, as I am very cheap) made you a 'Cine Artiste.' Worse would be citing Barkha Dutt as your role model for being a journalist.
I don't know where will I land or what I'll do. Neither am I one of those anthem giving guitarists or the bass playing folks having an innate affection for being underrated who makes the world move like a 'Free Bird' or 'Like a Rolling Stone.' Neither am I one of those highly sophisticated individuals who have been devouring Homer, Faust, Dante nor the literature laureate who quotes Byron, Keats, Blake or be as Poetic as Poe. Hell for me literature and fiction are synonyms. I do follow a Football Club, CFC and would be absolutely shameless to confess that I started following them, only after they started winning. Neither can I boast about a club whose history is longer than the stretch of my family's pedigree. Whose name my father hadn't heard or rather read in this case till he subscribed to Times of India in the early nineties. The truth is money buy Title's, Rooney's, Villa's, World Cup spot's and the UCL's in footballing world. I have absolutely no concept of conscience or morals; in fact on many occasions I have sipped Scotch from my Dad's stock (if you haven't. I hope you continue to remain the Saint you are, you never ever sip alcohol and that you Die in Desolation) Scotch from my Dad's stock and enjoyed it thoroughly. I've spread rumours about girls and done so just to make them suffer and smirked on them being passed around with a validity that would put forensics sciences to shame. Oh yes I am a sexist, it's better than being the super cute guy who calls his girl 'Saali Randi'# in that moment of anger or extreme intoxication(read Talli) and proclaiming love for the same ..... in the morning. I hate cricket especially the gung-ho IPL and prefer Test Cricket for its Insipid nature. I am an ardent fan of 'NAUGHTY AMERICA' and if there is any God for me that would be the Director, Producer, Script Writer of Naughty America, them and the seeders spread across the globe(which I've noticed are majorly Asians, I am not zeroing in on Country as it slightly hurts my National Pride but majorly depresses me reflecting the sad state of the nation which gave the world 'The Handbook to Have Good Sex,' see in my dishonesty lies the truth.) the seeders who share and know my pain. As you now know that I don't believe in God, hence you wouldn't find a girl in my vicinity or that is what I have assumed happily. All I know is that I am really average and hence will try for B. Com. B. Sc of some state university. As I don't want to be politely said 'NO', by some Software Sweatshop, which would rather feel like a kick on the bum. Then prepare for CAT waiting for second kick in scrotum by the same folks who took away IIT, NIT will now take IIM away from me. I am looking forward to the next chapter in my life, college life away from my home town and indulge in all of Devil's Work. I really want a break from my parents Watchdog affection and care. I hate more, speak less and intermingle even less. I am of the thinking very similar to that of Hugh Jackman in 'A Few Good Men.' Believing totally in the fact that some of us don't really have any right to live since we lack the guts to sacrifice things for the cost of freedom and then judgemental about the means. If I had chance I would have killed that sob that the world calls the protagonist of that movie, what's his name anyway?
For years I had hoped of becoming an Engineer, growing up only to realize that Innocence is a classy word for Mentally Ill Equipped. My aim in life now is one which you already know. That is to pass this God Forsaken Boards and get into a college which is at least five hundred kms. away from my home town. One which boasts of Mall Culture where I can watch movies, get drunk in fancy bars and throw out equating the intake and out throw of my body. Shit there goes my half hour with absolutely no relation to my integration problem. Now that I don't want to be late for my home and definitely don't want the anti liquor tobacco speech of my parents I must rush. I must also quit this habit of scribbling shit which doesn't make any sense.
*@KueKaMendhak is my twitter handle and the only Identity which one needs in today's world, so quoting Shakespeare. "What's in the name?" (The only one, I know apparently.)
**KueKaMendhak roughly translates into hermit; for my fellow Indians who have forgotten Hindi.
#'Saali Randi' is 'That Whore' in English, for English remembering folks.
In a dark corner of some coffee shop where retro music is being played in the sound system, no not Bryan Adams but Cheri Cheri Lady by Modern Talking.
@KueKaMendhak* Scribbling in his notepad some Integral Calculus problem
Newton did Integration first then Differentiation, now how is that possible. Mere thought of this gives me acidity, the feeling of being Mathematically Inadequate, that and the coffee that I sipped sometime back. I always use this coffee shop out of all the places in the world to study because it gives me the sounds of world which help me to numb my brain and study (contrary to my parents belief noise helps in concentrating). Every once in a while it also gives me those funny fights in between couples which spice up my life. The only form of entertainment I can afford this year. This being year of my Twelfth Boards. Let's not add onto my acidity. I am just an average bloke of a small town in average India where my parents like every other parents want me to give IIT-JEE, AIEEE and get into an NIT at least(When I see their 'High Hopes' I want to know what they are smoking and wish I could smoke some of that). As for me I have no career options, no wants, hell I am pissing in my pants thinking about all the competitive exams. Especially now that my school life is going to end since I don't know what's good for me, or what I am capable of. So I've filled every form available to me, NLAT, Xavier's (You didn't know? Media is the 'in' thing). I've done this basically as you never know when you luckily get into a decent institution and twenty years ahead, you are giving snarling sermons to someone as lost as you. Needless to say how you would mention, "I found my calling and how my love for John Grisham's novel never made me realize, that a lawyer is what I wanted to be. But looking back that was the only Natural Progression," or how, "My passion for Cinema and love for DDLJ(Yes I like soft romantic films which make no sense, as I am very cheap) made you a 'Cine Artiste.' Worse would be citing Barkha Dutt as your role model for being a journalist.
I don't know where will I land or what I'll do. Neither am I one of those anthem giving guitarists or the bass playing folks having an innate affection for being underrated who makes the world move like a 'Free Bird' or 'Like a Rolling Stone.' Neither am I one of those highly sophisticated individuals who have been devouring Homer, Faust, Dante nor the literature laureate who quotes Byron, Keats, Blake or be as Poetic as Poe. Hell for me literature and fiction are synonyms. I do follow a Football Club, CFC and would be absolutely shameless to confess that I started following them, only after they started winning. Neither can I boast about a club whose history is longer than the stretch of my family's pedigree. Whose name my father hadn't heard or rather read in this case till he subscribed to Times of India in the early nineties. The truth is money buy Title's, Rooney's, Villa's, World Cup spot's and the UCL's in footballing world. I have absolutely no concept of conscience or morals; in fact on many occasions I have sipped Scotch from my Dad's stock (if you haven't. I hope you continue to remain the Saint you are, you never ever sip alcohol and that you Die in Desolation) Scotch from my Dad's stock and enjoyed it thoroughly. I've spread rumours about girls and done so just to make them suffer and smirked on them being passed around with a validity that would put forensics sciences to shame. Oh yes I am a sexist, it's better than being the super cute guy who calls his girl 'Saali Randi'# in that moment of anger or extreme intoxication(read Talli) and proclaiming love for the same ..... in the morning. I hate cricket especially the gung-ho IPL and prefer Test Cricket for its Insipid nature. I am an ardent fan of 'NAUGHTY AMERICA' and if there is any God for me that would be the Director, Producer, Script Writer of Naughty America, them and the seeders spread across the globe(which I've noticed are majorly Asians, I am not zeroing in on Country as it slightly hurts my National Pride but majorly depresses me reflecting the sad state of the nation which gave the world 'The Handbook to Have Good Sex,' see in my dishonesty lies the truth.) the seeders who share and know my pain. As you now know that I don't believe in God, hence you wouldn't find a girl in my vicinity or that is what I have assumed happily. All I know is that I am really average and hence will try for B. Com. B. Sc of some state university. As I don't want to be politely said 'NO', by some Software Sweatshop, which would rather feel like a kick on the bum. Then prepare for CAT waiting for second kick in scrotum by the same folks who took away IIT, NIT will now take IIM away from me. I am looking forward to the next chapter in my life, college life away from my home town and indulge in all of Devil's Work. I really want a break from my parents Watchdog affection and care. I hate more, speak less and intermingle even less. I am of the thinking very similar to that of Hugh Jackman in 'A Few Good Men.' Believing totally in the fact that some of us don't really have any right to live since we lack the guts to sacrifice things for the cost of freedom and then judgemental about the means. If I had chance I would have killed that sob that the world calls the protagonist of that movie, what's his name anyway?
For years I had hoped of becoming an Engineer, growing up only to realize that Innocence is a classy word for Mentally Ill Equipped. My aim in life now is one which you already know. That is to pass this God Forsaken Boards and get into a college which is at least five hundred kms. away from my home town. One which boasts of Mall Culture where I can watch movies, get drunk in fancy bars and throw out equating the intake and out throw of my body. Shit there goes my half hour with absolutely no relation to my integration problem. Now that I don't want to be late for my home and definitely don't want the anti liquor tobacco speech of my parents I must rush. I must also quit this habit of scribbling shit which doesn't make any sense.
*@KueKaMendhak is my twitter handle and the only Identity which one needs in today's world, so quoting Shakespeare. "What's in the name?" (The only one, I know apparently.)
**KueKaMendhak roughly translates into hermit; for my fellow Indians who have forgotten Hindi.
#'Saali Randi' is 'That Whore' in English, for English remembering folks.
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