well,it's been awhile since i came online...
as you all know,i've been stealing someone's identity to log in for the past few weeks..some chap called vishnu reddy or some crap like that..but i think my cover was blown..cuz the net was then disconnected to my pc..sad i know..anyway,im back on track.
nothing much happend since the last blog though..it's been the same ol shit(sos)..you know,different day,same shit..the same people,the same problems..the same animosity i harbour day to day at the impudence of the folks i have to co exist with..
you know what i hate,(besides the million other thing's that i already do)..well it has to be birthday's...as in the celebration or whatever you may call it that happens on the day you're born..it's always the same mundane routine..as soon as the clock strike's 12..friends who had already assembled in bday boy's room would then break into a pathetic and offtune rendetion of happy birthday
They sing it with such passionless vigour,that one would wonder why they're wasting their energy to even sing..but poor birthday boy loves it and is oblivious because he think's it's his birthday and everyone else is equally excited..poor birthday boy is always never right..
And another thing bout indian's here and birthdays..It's just so barbaric..i dont know what the connection is,but in india there's something called birthday bumps..It does not sound as innocent as it seems..The birthday boy is physically picked up by his extremities,and everyone take turns in kicking the hell out of his backside..yes,i have been a victim..and a eyewitness to this repulsive act of barbarism.
It's a very sad and ruthless way in showing your love or whatever to the birthday boy on his birthday,and till today,i still don't see the significance..Here's my theory though,one day long long long long time ago in ancient india..this person got mad and started beating the crap out of his pal on his birthday,and everyone watching,thought he was expressing his love for his friend,albeit the brutality,so everyone
started beating the crap out of people who's birthday was that day..then the wise king(who wasn't so wise after i finish my story) got air of this new ritual in his kingdom and proclaimed,that henceforth,those who had birthday's coming,shall be beaten to a pulpy mess as an act of love and companionship.Then the king died the next day,because it was his birthday and he got the crap beaten out of him by his subjects...i don't know,just a theory..
so yeah,that's another reason why india and i can't get along..we just don't see eye to eye..
oh well...
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