Time Passing.

So, Lately I have been coughing all day. And last time I tried to explain that, I was terribly on an entirely different planet. So here... 

Dying of Cough

Well, I had stacked my writing book with all sorts of topics. But that's it. I am adding lines after lines on each page. My book is completely filled with topics but all empty pages. And the weird part is that I can't seem to fill those empty spaces since long. I have been trying, but it just isn't happening. Either it was mindless talk, I used to keep writing. But now, I try to reason, but no answers. May be I don't want to waste my ink in the Parker Pen. Oh, with Parker Pen, I remember something. Back in those days, before I did Engineering, I started collecting the Parker Pens. Well, what can I say. They are smooth and look sexy. You can't deny that. So, I collected three little costly for me pens because my friends were happy with their two bucks pen, while I would be flashing my arrow shaped cap holder on the pen on the shirt. But I never used the Pen. Well, it is costly and yeah I didn't wanted to waste the ink. I locked them up in my drawer and kept it there for the next couple of years. Until the day I started blogging. So, I took out those pens and started writing a diary. Sometimes, I started taking to college. And then to office. Until one fine day, a friend borrows it. I asked him at the end of the day to which he replied I think I lost it. SoB. Lost it ? I couldn't ask him for another pen. How can I? Well, at least he should have the courtesy of making the wrong a right. But I guess, he thought it was just a Pen. I swore at him for the entire night. Believe me, that scene in my mind is not pretty at all. Umm.. Ok. You lost a pen. Sorry, a Parker Pen. So what? And now, why are you bringing it up? Are you really out of topics? I thought you just said that your book is filled with topics. Did I hear wrong or were you just lying about all that? Pick one dude. Don't kill the innocent people with ..umm... a PEN. 

Dear Mindless Talkers, 

I never understood why I didn't sit with you when were discussing the world problem(s) like the dress of a girl you saw at IPL, or when you were fighting over your favorite actors or whatever bulls#it you talked about. I am way too glad I never participated in your debates. Now, about the situation in hand - "What's wrong with you guys?" You don't like something. Okay, fine. You just don't have to shout in snooze mode for the entire day. Now the concerning issue. I am here writing about changing society, the way the society should act for the greater good, and keeping in mind the recent incidents on women. I am head over heels trying and a little bit agitated with the state of the society and most importantly, its thinking. But I seems to have failed myself in every step. The roots are here with the people sitting beside me. I am unable to incubate some sense into their petty minds. Come on, please don't judge a person by what they wear. And please don't throw remarks. You don't know a thing about them, so you got no right to say anything, you piece of shit. Either you stop whatever you think you are doing, else I will have to make you stop you. And no, I am not a kind of person who would indulge in beating the crap of others, but lately I have been feeling the ting to start doing that, courtesy of you guys. 

Seriously Pissed, 

The Guy in Your Room.

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In other news : TGIM. 

TGIM : Thank God, It's Monday. 

Well, I know what you are thinking. You might be thinking that I am happy because its' Monday. I am so sorry to disappoint you. This pic was supposed to be posted on Friday, titled under "Thank God It's Friday". Since I didn't and was busy doing basically nothing so am posting now because Friday again seems to be at week's length. And this was too good to be left out hanging there for a week. So, I decided to change and Post it on Monday. Anyways, The picture is perfect, innit? Well, not for me. But put your face there. Now, that's Picture Perfect. I know you guys are really happy for Monday, but you put up a face like you hate Monday. I know I am right about this. And I won't believe if you guys denied the fact.