RANDOM WRITINGS... (PART 1)

Let me say this at the start. Go through my writing only if you are above 18 and if only you are not going to say any shit about me after reading this. I am a bad writer. I really am. Half the time i end up writing half of my articles, and then i throw them away. It's strange that every single time a new thing comes to my mind and subsides with the other goddamn article. That is freaking crazy, i can't hold onto a thing for a second. I hate this habit.

Ignoring this, i am a cool guy. Cool and Normal guy. I don't know why people find me a weirdo. One day, i was taking some cool pictures by standing on a rooftop. Someone saw me, and I had to hear this lecture for about 5 hours. Although I didn't hear what they were saying. I am damn sure it was boring. Lectures are always are boring.

Anyway, today I was returning to my home. It had been ages that i hadn't slept in my own bed. I had to sleep in this small space where people used to snore all night. And I just felt like hitting them, right on their nose. That place was irritating as hell.

Irritating peoples are everywhere. Like this guy whom i used to know when i was in baneshwor. Stanley. This guy was so irritating that every day like Every single day, he used to tell me about some research papers he read. The first thing you should know about me is i hate to read, except the jokes you see on newspapers and some good novels. Research papers and science scares the hell out of me. I've never sat in my own bench in my science class. Teachers used to find me sleeping or hitting some nerds by papers in their classes. So, most of the time, i used to end up sitting with some girls, or infront of the class. Where I would be a chicken. Thank god! They didn't make me lay eggs!

As i was saying i was returning to my home. I was walking. It would take like 10 hours to reach my home from there. Who cares! I felt like walking, I walked.  If my mother would know that I walked all the way, that would make her angry as hell and she'd shout at me for next 10 hours. Anyway, I always told her I took the bus and i used to buy some cigarettes with that money.

 I started smoking at the age of 10. Before, I always protested about smoking and all. One day, this old man dropped his cigar when I said "For chirstsake, give up smoking that will kill you". I meant it. i really did, he had his lungs surgery for about a thousand times. He handed his cigars to me and went away. I wanted to try it once. The smoky air fascinated me! I gave it a try. Damn! That felt good as hell, I began to cough. I felt the whole smoke through my lungs. I am not helluva sure where that smoke went but my heart began to beat faster. I took another try, not because I liked it. It felt cool to smoke and walk. I smoked like a madman. Boy that was the best memory I'd have so far.

Anyway, there was this guy walking ahead of me. The street ways are short in Nepal. Only two people can block the goddamn road. He was walking so slowly. So slow, that even a small snail would run him away. Damn! I hate these morons. They walk so slow that you have to lower your speed plus they occupy the goddamn space. And walk like their dad owns the goddamn road. I said him about 50 times to give me some way. That sonuvabitch. I just wanted to push him and punch him in his face and say this is what you get messing up with me. But he had huge muscles, one punch and I'm down. So, for thousandth time I said him to give me some way. I kindna like shouted. Boy! You should've seen him react. He shouted even louder. I said sorry and walked away. But I really wanted to punch him in his goddamn face. I couldn't. If I did, I couldn't walk. So I said sorry. I hated that. I regretted it the whole day.

Anyway, I got ahead of him. I was then blocking the way to let that fat ass fell the way that I felt! Damn! the way he tried to overtake me! I was enjoying it as hell. But I hadn't this whole fucking day to stall him! I walked faster.

There were these girls besides the flower shop. Three of them. I've never seen a woman so beautiful before. Flowers holding flowers. Damn!  That killed me.

Anyway, I tried to act cool. I slowed down a bit and smiled. My friend had once taught me to smile if you feel nervous. Boy! He was a womanizer. Sometimes I feel Britney spears wrote this song for him! I don't know why he was a chick magnet. Girls would drop their jaws when they saw him smile. For me it was just opposite. I never figured out why girls did that. He was no cooler than me. But, I never saw a girl looking at me, continually for like 10 hours.
I notice them every time. Every fucking time. The highest time for a girl looking at me is around a half second. He has this same skin color as mine. We both are light brown. We both look the same. And I was of course much cooler than him.  The only difference is he doesn't talk much and I can't stop talking. Damn. Girls, I never understood them anyway. 

As I was saying I was tried to smile. But there was a confusion, whether smiling meant showing teethes or hiding them. I took a risk. I smiled wide open. There's also another reason why I did that, my teeth were white and bright.

Damn! They laughed like hell. Later I saw myself in the window I was looking so phony. Like, I on purpose, showed them my teeth, damn after girls! That was the weirdest thing I saw.

To my surprise the youngest one came closer to talk to me. The other two were older than me. The other girl looked like her mother and aunt. I later found out they were!

Phobey, she was so beautiful that it looked like even the gods above had a war among themselves before sending her down! Jesus, she was amazing, my eyes nearly popped out when she smiled. I don't know why but without a second thought I went to her! and then said her that I liked her.

 See, as I said, I turn helpless when I see a beautiful girl. Anyway she was damn beautiful I couldn't leave any chance to impress her.  In every bollywood movie a guy picks up a girl by singing a song. I thought of doing the same because it worked every fucking time.So, I held her hands and singed her song! Girls go crazy when I sing. Sometimes they just become speechless but most of the time they throw something at me. I don't know why they do that. I am a good singer. I love to hear me sing.

My Good luck Or my good voice. I don't know what the reason was, but Phobey, her mom and her aunt, didn't choose to be the latter girls.