I dont know if it always had been this way.I dont recall the
exact beginning, the origins of this sordid state.
i have this wonderful knack of getting things wrong.
it takes surgeons to take my foot out of my mouth.
The truman show, the scene where it rains only on him ?
lightning gets me in the balls on a clear sunny day.
it is not even seasonal.
my 13th summer was my last happy one.
chocolates, kites and my first pair of pants.no more too-tall-for
your-shorts in a class full of giggling girls.
teenage..though frankly, i dont get what the fuss is all about.
i didnt get a bike, or pocket money, or freedom, or my first kiss
as promised in the bajaj ad.
which adds to all the misery.
4 comments:
cool one...
"i didnt get a bike, or pocket money, or freedom, or my first kiss
as promised in the bajaj ad."
well th 1st three i agree u had no control over....but th last one sure was in ur hands dude hehe....just kidding...
u r surely one rapper in d making!..take it in written:P
am sure u ver kiddin abt d kiss..u musta got lots of 'em..arse!
hmm. i think the fuss is about the fact that it's the point of no return. it's all downhill from there on.
:)
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