Hilarious Stupidity V3.0

Water on the Laptop. Chicken Stains on the Shirt. Almost Dead Cell Phone. Broken Heatsets. Lazy feet. Chicken Bucket from KFC. Chocolate Wafers. Messy Room. TV on Mute. Cold Wind. A Pen and an Empty Book. Flickering internet connection. Insensible Discussion by Roommates. Sudden loud shouts. Sarcastic heavy laughs. Girl Boy Talk. Sensitive Guys. The Mindless Critics. Highly functional stupids. A Silent Spectator. 

• I don't know what is it with people these days. Last week, I was sitting in a bus, near the door. A guy boards the bus and since there were no more seats available he had to stand besides me. And he was listening to songs as like many other in the bus but I too could hear what he was hearing. Yeah! That Loud. So, his friend boards the bus after two stops. And this guy standing beside me goes like this : "bow chicka wow wow". And No! It wasn't an Axe advt. going on there. The other guy was looking stylish-sort-of. But the guy besides me without knowing how loudly he was speaking in between his blaring music in his ears, shouted out loud. I just burst out laughing. So, did all the people who heard that. And thank god, he didn't take off the other guy's clothes. God Bless Axe. :D

• I usually stay at a hostel-kind-of which is generally called Paying Guest(P.G.) here. They serve food two times a day. Though it always sucks, everytime, each day. Most of the times I don't even go for having dinner. The sometimes when I go, I wonder Why did I come? Because going for a dinner was like go-and-have-a-look kind of drama. And mind you, you get vexed with the preliminary taste-test. Once I gave them the opportunity of my presence and the preliminary taste-test failed. And I just couldn't eat anymore. So, I thought of going out for a nice restaurant. I go to clean my plate where I find the RIN bar (which is used for washing clothes). At first, I think it must be some sort of new dish-washing soap. But, I linger about still in confusion. My doubts get solved when I see the wraper of the Rin at the far end corner of the kitchen. Idiots, I cuss them. But then some other guys come and begin washing thier plates before I could tell them that they are using the wrong soap-bar. But I still don't tell to the remaining people. I quietly laugh and come back to my room and wash with the dish-washing soap present in my room. Phew! Kya hoga is desh ka ? 

• Recently my email has been almost empty. Well, I have sort of two mail id's. One for all the Facebook and Blogger stuff and the other as in official mail id, and not the office Email. That is another one, the third one. My inbox was literally empty. But my Spam Folder is filling like anything. I have a habit of checking the mail almost every hour, to kill time, may be, or may be to find out that I won a million bucks and that I have to pay some 20 grand to some guy at the airport customs who would bring me New Nokia Lumia phones, two in number from somewhere I haven't heard of along with the cask prize of about 1.2 million. The stupider it sounds, the stupider it gets. Anyway, I have had so many such encounters where I even gave my details, without having the idea that I would have to spend some money even before I get any. And later they used to call me saying that the guy is at the Airport Customs and I have to wire something like 20-25 grand so as to clear the customs and then he would give me my million bucks along with some Nokia phones. I may be stupid, but not that. Anyway, I still had some of those in the SPAM folder which I graciously deleted. And then I stumbled upon one mail. It was dated February 3rd, 2003. Two Thousand and Three. 'What the hell?' was my immediate response. I wasn't aware of email word only at that time. I might have a little but I was totally restricted from using the computer and internet back in those days. And more over , I didn't even had an email. The email to which I got the mail was just recently created like to years ago. And now I see a mail dated 03/02/2003. Well, it no longer is in my spam now. But I am still wondering whether it is some sort of a glitch in the system or no other thoughts strike me.

• The marriage story... The beginning : 

Well this is one of the statements when one(or I) doesn't/don't know what exactly should be said in response. I was too dumb-folded and wondering what he just said or did I hear right?. Well, this is just the beginning of a small, yet a big story. Hopefully in the future posts, I'll probably tell the whole story. I know that guy would kill me for this. But, wth! 

• There is too much discussion for the casting of '50 Shades of Grey'. I just stumbled upon a  discussion on the social forum that its should be him, it should he that guy, bla bla. Well, Ian Somerhalder is one in the race, who said, "Whoever would be enacting Christian Grey would have a lot of fun". No argument there. 

Ajay Kontham © 2013

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Now we got a problem. I saw a lot of people telling this Ajay guy to get his mind back. And there, we got a problem. May be that mind of his might have donned some sort of invisibility cloak or whatever. I saw him searching under TV as suggested by a fellow blogger. Seriously, not kidding. And then someone even mentioned about getting mad trying to stick the pieces of the puzzle, the content he writes. I am way too sorry to say that, he has just lost it,  his mind. And the integrity is no where to be seen. He just jumps from one topic to another and sometimes his language seems totally alien to me. I just can't understand a word of his. Anyway, I am trying my best helping him to get his mind back, because in some way or the other, its affecting my mental stability as well. 

'The Red in the Redness'

Dear K, 

You got a valid point. If I wear a red shirt, I should also write in red ? But you see, I am not as cool as I look. I am actually the opposite. And I don the Red for a reason. Yeah, I am hot. Smoking-Hot. Smoking-Burning-Hot. And what color better signifies the hotness? 

Now there you go. And also, I tried using other colors, but turns out they don't look as cool as they should be. (I hope K, a fellow blogger doesn't kill me for this. Ah! I forgot! Even if anyone tries to kill me, they would be doing the damage to AK, not me. Ha-ha. I am IMMORTAL.) 

And on second thought, the little title for this 'The Red in Redness' sounds cool, I mean red, I mean Hot. No doubt, I am Awesome. Period.

- The Guy in the Hat, with a red shirt and a red pen. :D