Comfortably Dirty
Focus and envisage. Now, when you move out, pop your eyes out and maneuver it to the nearest wall, door, window, pole or for that matter on any living or non-living thing that dangles around your ill-fated eyesight, and you’ll notice Tamul ka chuna erratically flounced upon the mentioned objects across your home town.
And if at all you have witnessed that unsavory fixation and did nothing to prevent that nasty guy from doing that act or possibly if you were the man in action, then do me a favour- can you uncomfortably grin for half a minute and start digging up a portion of soil (measuring-24 square cm) and plant your void (1.5kb brain) head till it accurately fits that gap and choke yourself to death. Because you deserve to be dealt that way, more so if I happen to come up with any bizarre kind of torturing technique, please be there positively, for am always in an energetic temper to perform more such experimentations.
Corresponding to Tamul ka chuna ka story, I have also with me, this week, a group of Blockheads, whom I am embarrassed to introduce also, but as I have already rubbed out the preface I don’t have any choice but to helplessly bring to your consciousness these group of undignified morons. These people are found in almost every day life, you don’t need to be animated and pack your Tiffin and go hunting for the about to mention lunatics, they are found in abundance, they are spotted haphazardly at all the public places. Like, bus stands, auto stands, train stations, schools, colleges, hospitals, graveyards and where not.
The blockheads that I am featuring truly deserve an endless round of thrashing from the public. You know, they have abnormal hobby of urinating comfortably (like a stray dog) whenever, wherever they find any slightest shield to protect their tube. Don’t feel humiliated with my narration, because performers themselves just do it without any hesitation or shame.
But I say shame, shame, and shame to all those URINATORS.
Here’s an impartial advice:
Do away with peeing recklessly, withdraw your tube from public places or end up losing it out of the blue and ultimately feel guilty of not having one!!
In this week’s chapter of psychograph, I also have in the room, for you, a selected few who are the main architect behind the traffic disorder (apply logic here). Yes! You have guessed right (double pat on your back for guessing correctly). But to familiarize it to all the people, the subject we are about discuss in length here is ‘the guy on the beacon light vehicle’.
Are you also thinking what I am thinking? hehehaha… what a fun.
That means we all belong to the same category of underprivileged, who keeps the jaws dropped down in disgust, whenever there passes a herd of violently driven vehicles, with siren at its loudest pitch possible, in a bumper to bumper traffic fight.
Just ponder, do these guys feel that breaking the traffic rule is fashionable (as in- HIV testing is fashionable)?
If their unsystematic way of driving is to do with child delivery case at the nearest possible health care center, than I am hiding my face in agreement, but if not, why are they always in a mood to cross the already degraded traffic jam?
Behave! Brother-in-red, after all you are a public figure, and if you go on that way- do you think the rest will follow the rules?
Pull the brake-live an exemplary life. And uhaaa! There you are, portraying the larger-than-life model, for people to talk about, even long after you step down from that siren and beacon light -fitted automobile.
Am I being so emotional about brother-in-red? Oh plizzzz… am not. In fact, with all my 32 teeth out, I am fantasizing of how our place would look like, if this week’s subjects that we conversed will follow the suit.
Wouldn’t it be a place worth living over and over and over and over again-what say?
And if at all you have witnessed that unsavory fixation and did nothing to prevent that nasty guy from doing that act or possibly if you were the man in action, then do me a favour- can you uncomfortably grin for half a minute and start digging up a portion of soil (measuring-24 square cm) and plant your void (1.5kb brain) head till it accurately fits that gap and choke yourself to death. Because you deserve to be dealt that way, more so if I happen to come up with any bizarre kind of torturing technique, please be there positively, for am always in an energetic temper to perform more such experimentations.
Corresponding to Tamul ka chuna ka story, I have also with me, this week, a group of Blockheads, whom I am embarrassed to introduce also, but as I have already rubbed out the preface I don’t have any choice but to helplessly bring to your consciousness these group of undignified morons. These people are found in almost every day life, you don’t need to be animated and pack your Tiffin and go hunting for the about to mention lunatics, they are found in abundance, they are spotted haphazardly at all the public places. Like, bus stands, auto stands, train stations, schools, colleges, hospitals, graveyards and where not.
The blockheads that I am featuring truly deserve an endless round of thrashing from the public. You know, they have abnormal hobby of urinating comfortably (like a stray dog) whenever, wherever they find any slightest shield to protect their tube. Don’t feel humiliated with my narration, because performers themselves just do it without any hesitation or shame.
But I say shame, shame, and shame to all those URINATORS.
Here’s an impartial advice:
Do away with peeing recklessly, withdraw your tube from public places or end up losing it out of the blue and ultimately feel guilty of not having one!!
In this week’s chapter of psychograph, I also have in the room, for you, a selected few who are the main architect behind the traffic disorder (apply logic here). Yes! You have guessed right (double pat on your back for guessing correctly). But to familiarize it to all the people, the subject we are about discuss in length here is ‘the guy on the beacon light vehicle’.
Are you also thinking what I am thinking? hehehaha… what a fun.
That means we all belong to the same category of underprivileged, who keeps the jaws dropped down in disgust, whenever there passes a herd of violently driven vehicles, with siren at its loudest pitch possible, in a bumper to bumper traffic fight.
Just ponder, do these guys feel that breaking the traffic rule is fashionable (as in- HIV testing is fashionable)?
If their unsystematic way of driving is to do with child delivery case at the nearest possible health care center, than I am hiding my face in agreement, but if not, why are they always in a mood to cross the already degraded traffic jam?
Behave! Brother-in-red, after all you are a public figure, and if you go on that way- do you think the rest will follow the rules?
Pull the brake-live an exemplary life. And uhaaa! There you are, portraying the larger-than-life model, for people to talk about, even long after you step down from that siren and beacon light -fitted automobile.
Am I being so emotional about brother-in-red? Oh plizzzz… am not. In fact, with all my 32 teeth out, I am fantasizing of how our place would look like, if this week’s subjects that we conversed will follow the suit.
Wouldn’t it be a place worth living over and over and over and over again-what say?
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