I looked out of the train compartment, eager to get the air in my face. Something was travelling, somewhere around 3x 100000000 m/s, and then.......Splotch. It was all over my face. The treacherous alienatic scum.
a paan stained spit.I looked down and tried not to look embarassed. I shouted in the air to let people know that I would av bashed him up if he were anywhere near me. Then I took up the king's position, The one right in front of the sink, and slowly dozed of to slip near the forests of Mirkwood.
As I walked through the deep dark forests, trying to find my dwarves, suddenly someone cast a spell on me, an indian curse rather, in my english dream, he threw some holy water and I woke up,ready to run away... And then I saw that..The people, the suitcases, their wet faces and the rest of the water over me. Angrily, I walked back into my Mirkwood forest wondering if bilbo had ever had sex with elves in Mirkwood. You can bite a bit of the ears off the elves and then,... Hmm mmm... they will be perfect.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
The First few days of my G-a-y life.
Not in my hands anymore. It was in the hand of the guy sitting beside me in the bus. My poor sleepy head was detached from my phallus in its state of nidra and the subtle movements and my sense of touch which revived me helped me up and out and out is out of the bus. Two train tickets later, I learnt the real real truth. Everyone loved to put my sex as a female, it is useless to fight, I have perished, I have given up my manlihood. (My manly hood is for sale.Drop in a call if you are interested.)
Monday, May 01, 2006
Hitch Hike
My destination: sarkhej
my means: Anything
My mission: to reach destination.
Empathy was the word for the day as each and every vehicle driver looked at me for a loooong time with caring eyes,slowed down, made me run upto him and then drove off.
Finally a truck slowed down and the sdriver shouted" sarkhej".
No place inside. He made me sit in the sun where bricks and cement are genreally transported. Burning to death, I decided to lie down in the small shadowy are and observe the traffic. All i could see where lots of heads, some small, some huge, some blue, some black... some hairy, some scary... Heads heads and heads......
There was this scooter guy who kept poking his head out of his helmet, shouting at everyone and then putting it back in place. Next, there was a cyclist, who is actually the protaganist here. He had a radio in one hand which was placed near his ear and he was humming a tune while cycling. Our truck guy, had stopped the truck, trying to find reasons to drive on, or motivation rather, as a btp student shall say. He was involved in a bery enjoying discussion with other hitch hike mates, when one of them said something, handed over some money when he said "bhaaada apoo", and twisted the door open.
Our poor cycle guy, mean while oblivious to the atmosphere in the truck was super happy, at getting the chance to overtake a truck. Off he went to the left of the truck, and now I could only see the head, with dirty hair, brownish streaks.
As he crossed me away, for a moment he was going at a very normal speed, and the next moment, he disappeared... Ans someone got down the truck. Never had I seen such an intriguing phenomena in my whole 21 years. So, I got up and ran to the edge, to lean over and get acquainted with the current developments. I could see a cycle , a radio and nearby, a man sprawling on all fours. The door, was opened at precisly the same moment, the cyclist decided to overtake the door of the truck. A long list of highly censored words followed the bump of his head, at the end of which he kicked the truck as a part of his revenge and then finally, drove off his cycle showing that he was still victorious.
my means: Anything
My mission: to reach destination.
Empathy was the word for the day as each and every vehicle driver looked at me for a loooong time with caring eyes,slowed down, made me run upto him and then drove off.
Finally a truck slowed down and the sdriver shouted" sarkhej".
No place inside. He made me sit in the sun where bricks and cement are genreally transported. Burning to death, I decided to lie down in the small shadowy are and observe the traffic. All i could see where lots of heads, some small, some huge, some blue, some black... some hairy, some scary... Heads heads and heads......
There was this scooter guy who kept poking his head out of his helmet, shouting at everyone and then putting it back in place. Next, there was a cyclist, who is actually the protaganist here. He had a radio in one hand which was placed near his ear and he was humming a tune while cycling. Our truck guy, had stopped the truck, trying to find reasons to drive on, or motivation rather, as a btp student shall say. He was involved in a bery enjoying discussion with other hitch hike mates, when one of them said something, handed over some money when he said "bhaaada apoo", and twisted the door open.
Our poor cycle guy, mean while oblivious to the atmosphere in the truck was super happy, at getting the chance to overtake a truck. Off he went to the left of the truck, and now I could only see the head, with dirty hair, brownish streaks.
As he crossed me away, for a moment he was going at a very normal speed, and the next moment, he disappeared... Ans someone got down the truck. Never had I seen such an intriguing phenomena in my whole 21 years. So, I got up and ran to the edge, to lean over and get acquainted with the current developments. I could see a cycle , a radio and nearby, a man sprawling on all fours. The door, was opened at precisly the same moment, the cyclist decided to overtake the door of the truck. A long list of highly censored words followed the bump of his head, at the end of which he kicked the truck as a part of his revenge and then finally, drove off his cycle showing that he was still victorious.
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