Now that it is 3:00 am in d mornin...my nocturnal cells scream for a lollygag....ohh there there baby!
well, something prompts me to describe the not-so-gratifying rendezvous i had with the "lordship-elite" and i feel like participating.
So all it takes is a slip of the 9 pm Mahila-butt-end (by zillionth minute margin )of the esteemed Ganga hostel (....the name has trivial significance) and we are already summoned in front of her ladyship.
->courtsey: the man behind the scenes...the insider..the moral monolith...our own dear guard..who has fought many battles against the fatal residents... with the glimpse of glory in his eyes..refused to let us cross the magnificent gateway .When the last drop of wetness that barely comes and puppy eyes leave no signature on the coarse brute's heart that m sure is surgically removed...we drag towards the salvation castle...(guards head held 90 deg. upwards by now....
m sure he maintains a deadlier guillotine somewhere around his khopchah.)
Well,no matter how much we try to drag back,we find ourselves facing the royal castle.Supressing the laggardness of meeting the master at the peak hours of her self-reflection(does she?), we have nothing to our escort but the sensory buzzer's ass,smiling at our faces.
however,Our binary squad proceeds.
The sudden shrill make us already leap two steps down on the porch and though it may not sound apt , i hear a cat meow i swear and in a manner so unearthly, sends chills down the spine.
Gathering all the courage again ,we pushd each other to the door gate.
my partner already chanting prayers,and eyes closed in order to muse better,when a chafed raging figure approached us and stood in front all tall and square.
The background stood still for a while,and after we are thoroughly
scanned through the pince-nez to heart's content, her ladyship begins with a 'benign smile'.
"oh,my my ! what a delight ! you might want to have a look at your watch?"
While every loop and criss running from left to right on her face scream the desire of retiring back to the cherished boudoir,we volunteer to make an explanation.
" your highness, mmmm..actually BLAH BLAH .....BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH.... :'(....Blah blahh..blaaahhhh."
" so ,what? M i responsible"
no matter how desperately we tried to make a point ,all she hear is !@*#@*
"ma'am we genuine...BLAH blah....sorry ma'am.(_o_)....BLAH BLAH.....wont repeat..BLAH blah....BLAH BLAH BLAH"
"must be goofing around with boys..do u evn have shame?..grrrrrrr...."
"*#&$ !@#!#!#!#......BLAH BLAH BLAH.....please ma'am..blah blah...(yawning on the other side)....BLAH blah blaaaaaaaaaahhhh.....(ehh...huh!)....our CAR bonnet broke...."
"WHAAAT???? (we wondered if she has seen Kurt Cobain alive!)
A real car car!...Why in the world would you maintain that , hmmm...?"
"ma'am..."(wikileaks is on their way to cover this..)
"It is a matter of grave concern ... young ladies are meant to be sticking back in the hostel,or may be group hang-outs at most ,anyways what are BUSES for!"
"but ma'am ...?"
( tightly packd suffocating stinking bus,horn blasting in my head,nothing to hold onto and sweaty boys seeing whom your aesthetic sense hurts you right in the face, rubbing on all sides, poking fingers,staring and analysing the female anatomy with supreme dedication ,and definitly praising the street bumpers for the roller coster ride ,all at once flashd across my mind)
"Is that the way grown ups behave? You could be raped... No..no...Do your parents know what you are getting into behind their back?
"yess..dey.."
"hmm..i c...who shall be blamed ...dis generation dsnt deserves genuine concern!"
"ma'am..please.." *in my head...(_x_)*
"hmm...well...I now announce it as a matter of grave concern and supreme offence..this shall be refered to his majesty..."
(phew! meeting adjourned.. )
"Thou shall meet his majesty post work hours...."
(and rest just goes as nugatory details.)
to be continued....
well, something prompts me to describe the not-so-gratifying rendezvous i had with the "lordship-elite" and i feel like participating.
So all it takes is a slip of the 9 pm Mahila-butt-end (by zillionth minute margin )of the esteemed Ganga hostel (....the name has trivial significance) and we are already summoned in front of her ladyship.
->courtsey: the man behind the scenes...the insider..the moral monolith...our own dear guard..who has fought many battles against the fatal residents... with the glimpse of glory in his eyes..refused to let us cross the magnificent gateway .When the last drop of wetness that barely comes and puppy eyes leave no signature on the coarse brute's heart that m sure is surgically removed...we drag towards the salvation castle...(guards head held 90 deg. upwards by now....
m sure he maintains a deadlier guillotine somewhere around his khopchah.)
Well,no matter how much we try to drag back,we find ourselves facing the royal castle.Supressing the laggardness of meeting the master at the peak hours of her self-reflection(does she?), we have nothing to our escort but the sensory buzzer's ass,smiling at our faces.
however,Our binary squad proceeds.
The sudden shrill make us already leap two steps down on the porch and though it may not sound apt , i hear a cat meow i swear and in a manner so unearthly, sends chills down the spine.
Gathering all the courage again ,we pushd each other to the door gate.
my partner already chanting prayers,and eyes closed in order to muse better,when a chafed raging figure approached us and stood in front all tall and square.
The background stood still for a while,and after we are thoroughly
scanned through the pince-nez to heart's content, her ladyship begins with a 'benign smile'.
"oh,my my ! what a delight ! you might want to have a look at your watch?"
While every loop and criss running from left to right on her face scream the desire of retiring back to the cherished boudoir,we volunteer to make an explanation.
" your highness, mmmm..actually BLAH BLAH .....BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH.... :'(....Blah blahh..blaaahhhh."
" so ,what? M i responsible"
no matter how desperately we tried to make a point ,all she hear is !@*#@*
"ma'am we genuine...BLAH blah....sorry ma'am.(_o_)....BLAH BLAH.....wont repeat..BLAH blah....BLAH BLAH BLAH"
"must be goofing around with boys..do u evn have shame?..grrrrrrr...."
"*#&$ !@#!#!#!#......BLAH BLAH BLAH.....please ma'am..blah blah...(yawning on the other side)....BLAH blah blaaaaaaaaaahhhh.....(ehh...huh!)....our CAR bonnet broke...."
"WHAAAT???? (we wondered if she has seen Kurt Cobain alive!)
A real car car!...Why in the world would you maintain that , hmmm...?"
"ma'am..."(wikileaks is on their way to cover this..)
"It is a matter of grave concern ... young ladies are meant to be sticking back in the hostel,or may be group hang-outs at most ,anyways what are BUSES for!"
"but ma'am ...?"
( tightly packd suffocating stinking bus,horn blasting in my head,nothing to hold onto and sweaty boys seeing whom your aesthetic sense hurts you right in the face, rubbing on all sides, poking fingers,staring and analysing the female anatomy with supreme dedication ,and definitly praising the street bumpers for the roller coster ride ,all at once flashd across my mind)
"Is that the way grown ups behave? You could be raped... No..no...Do your parents know what you are getting into behind their back?
"yess..dey.."
"hmm..i c...who shall be blamed ...dis generation dsnt deserves genuine concern!"
"ma'am..please.." *in my head...(_x_)*
"hmm...well...I now announce it as a matter of grave concern and supreme offence..this shall be refered to his majesty..."
(phew! meeting adjourned.. )
"Thou shall meet his majesty post work hours...."
(and rest just goes as nugatory details.)
to be continued....
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