The Sanctum

Welcome, traveller. This be the realm of Jay Niner, where everything be possible, and nothing ever happens. If, perchance, thou wisheth to tarry, then find thou a page from the Grimoire and read. For we are here in eternity, and we are in medias res.

8.4.10

C'est la vie

Morning. Get out of bed. Stretch. Brush. Yawn.
Dress. Douche with laptop. Listen to banshee; escort same out of the apartment. Douche on phone with girl. Get Mindfucked. Fuck around with time. 10 o'clock blues. Leave home, find friends, get to Venky's. Eat breakfast. Note to self: try not to feel so mindfucked so as to taste what the fuck I'm eating.
Get to college. Go to class. Park ass on seat in assigned class.
"GET MINDFUCKED."
Recess. Smoke. Drink. Sit in cyber cafe. Blog. Read email. Waste time. Back to class. Try and ignore boredom. Try and ignore sleep. Break.
Go to sleep. Try to ignore sleep and boredom so as not to miss assignment news. Pack up. Leave college. Hang around. Go home. Douche with laptop. Dinner. Listen to banshee's problems. If unluckier than usual listen to girlfriend's problems. Listen to her golden voice swearing obnoxiously.
End of day.

And tomorrow, the whole cycle fucking repeats itself.
Three lakhs later, will it be the same?
For better or for worse, I think I'll be asking myself a three lakh question for the rest of my life.
And if my mind's drawing a fucking blank right now, ye madarchod kya karega after the randaapa is finally over?

2 comments:

  1. mera bhi yahi haal hai.....koi to mujhe bachao....

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