So the first question my invigilator ask to me was, "what's your roll no. Son?" And the first thing came into my mind was, "chalo ye pta hai mujhe!".
So she pass a register to me and told me to make a signature against my name, and during that time she asked, "Did you read Bartend's essay". Ok Let me tell you bout Bartend Russel, dude this man is ridiculous. Matlab wo Shashi Tharoor ke tweet me jo "Exasperating Farrago of distortions, misrepresentation and outright lies" tha na, wo hai ye aadmi. He wrote a book, containing 12 essays, about how USA government is leading toward progressive way(in 1950). Ab koun samjhaye yha khud ki country ki government nhi smjh aa rhi, aur mai chalu America ka bhojha bhi dhou. Aur mai English Language student hu, mujhe ye kyu pdha rhe ho bc ki USA ne kya teer mara hai.
*Control Uday.. Control*
OK so i heard that question properly, but i didn't want to answer that question so i ignore my invigilator, and act like ki maine unhe suna nhi, and passed the register towards her with following lines, "Sorry professor, you were asking something?" And guess what happened, she was still on the same fucking book. But the question is changed now, a relaxation you can say! So now she asks, "what you think, why Bartend, named his book 'Unpopular essays'?" I gave her logical answer but inside my head i was thinking, abe jab ese chutiyape likhega..to unpopular he rahega na, padhe likhe ganwar. And after 5 or 10 mins of the Q&A, she ask us to show our assignments to her. OK Let me take you in another flashback moment. As you all know these Assignments are always being finished at the very last moment of due date. But this is my story motherfuckers, it's got a twist, that never happened in the history of mankind. So we were told to do a assignment and get a signature of professor in last month of our second year, or as i can say 2 months before the exams. And due to my laziness, i didn't start writing my assignment even after being so close to due date of having a signature on it. And the date passed. And undoubtedly i loose all my hope to get even passing marks in my Viva. So one week before the exams of language, when everyone starts preparation for exams, i got a inspiration to complete my assignment, and that was too lengthy that it went for 92 pages and my 3 nights and 2 days too. But i don't have any signature on it, to phat ke darzan bhar to ab bhi hui thi, kahi reject kar diya..to sala 3 rat jagna bhi doob jayega.. and when the day of war came i noticed ki sab ke assignments par signature the, so I decided not to tell anyone that i don't have signature on it. And luckily my examiner didn't niticed bout that signature even when I'm the first student. That's second time i felt Hardwork really pays off, the first time when i felt it was when i born.
So in this way the viva kept on, for almost 20min, but that 20min is as long as a Monday for me at that time. And when she done with me, she smiled at us both and asked us to go. So when i turn from my chair, i felt like, I just remove a lot of pain from my ass, it's felt awesome to leaving the room, after being fucked in whole time there. Exam halls are such an amazing place, for we boys actually, see na, we got the dick, but we are the one who got fucked.
So after all these stuffs when we get out of the room, dude the nomber of fuckers out there waiting for us to came out is too damn high. In whole these two years, i never surrounded by these much girls and boys at the same time.. and everyone is looking at us for their queries.. and my that colleague whom i ditch for seat in the room, took his revenge, by pushimg me on the side where mostly boys are standing, and he himself went for girls, fuck you KARMA For this! And dude there's no problem in describing the scenario of room too them, the problem is i have to tell each of them the same story, by just rotating my face on their side.. it sucks!
So anyhow i make myself out from those fuckers and went to my friends, who are waiting for their turn on another room's side. OK let's move ahead to my favorite part, so these two rooms are at the edge of a gallery, one is at opposite edge of other. So i went to the second edge where my friends are waiting for their turn, and suddenly i saw someone at the place where i just came from. And yes, this someone is a 'She'. We are classmates if English language classes for these two years, I've a crush on her from the very first day of college, and we barely talk to each other ever, the conversation between was too rare that i wouldn't be wondered if she even don't know my name, by knows her, the only thing i ask to her i think.. yeah seems so. So there's a friend of mine who desperately wants to me to be in a relationship more than i want myself to be in a relationship. And he also know about this girl, so he told me that anyhow i should talk to her, and a long enough talk to get her contact. And as usual, use dekhate hi meri phatani shuru ho gayi.. because she was also looking at me ..damn these moments, so i get afraid a lot and i really need an inspiration kinda thing to go to her, so i went to another room, and call my friend, he inspired me this much by his INSPIRATION LANGUAGE (you know which one), i even can propose my HOD right at the moment. But but but, suddenly my another friend call me, and i thought it's OK I've a lot of time, so spent almost half and hour at the room, and after drinking a liter water i prepare myself for this.. i went to that edge where she was standing.. but guess that was too late.. matlab apan ka chutiya fir se kat hi gaya. She was gone, and i don't have anyway to find her, and j even don't know that she is gonna be in same subjects like me or not.
And i can say i got fucked uo twice in a day.
Bad Luck i guess so!
So she pass a register to me and told me to make a signature against my name, and during that time she asked, "Did you read Bartend's essay". Ok Let me tell you bout Bartend Russel, dude this man is ridiculous. Matlab wo Shashi Tharoor ke tweet me jo "Exasperating Farrago of distortions, misrepresentation and outright lies" tha na, wo hai ye aadmi. He wrote a book, containing 12 essays, about how USA government is leading toward progressive way(in 1950). Ab koun samjhaye yha khud ki country ki government nhi smjh aa rhi, aur mai chalu America ka bhojha bhi dhou. Aur mai English Language student hu, mujhe ye kyu pdha rhe ho bc ki USA ne kya teer mara hai.
*Control Uday.. Control*
OK so i heard that question properly, but i didn't want to answer that question so i ignore my invigilator, and act like ki maine unhe suna nhi, and passed the register towards her with following lines, "Sorry professor, you were asking something?" And guess what happened, she was still on the same fucking book. But the question is changed now, a relaxation you can say! So now she asks, "what you think, why Bartend, named his book 'Unpopular essays'?" I gave her logical answer but inside my head i was thinking, abe jab ese chutiyape likhega..to unpopular he rahega na, padhe likhe ganwar. And after 5 or 10 mins of the Q&A, she ask us to show our assignments to her. OK Let me take you in another flashback moment. As you all know these Assignments are always being finished at the very last moment of due date. But this is my story motherfuckers, it's got a twist, that never happened in the history of mankind. So we were told to do a assignment and get a signature of professor in last month of our second year, or as i can say 2 months before the exams. And due to my laziness, i didn't start writing my assignment even after being so close to due date of having a signature on it. And the date passed. And undoubtedly i loose all my hope to get even passing marks in my Viva. So one week before the exams of language, when everyone starts preparation for exams, i got a inspiration to complete my assignment, and that was too lengthy that it went for 92 pages and my 3 nights and 2 days too. But i don't have any signature on it, to phat ke darzan bhar to ab bhi hui thi, kahi reject kar diya..to sala 3 rat jagna bhi doob jayega.. and when the day of war came i noticed ki sab ke assignments par signature the, so I decided not to tell anyone that i don't have signature on it. And luckily my examiner didn't niticed bout that signature even when I'm the first student. That's second time i felt Hardwork really pays off, the first time when i felt it was when i born.
So in this way the viva kept on, for almost 20min, but that 20min is as long as a Monday for me at that time. And when she done with me, she smiled at us both and asked us to go. So when i turn from my chair, i felt like, I just remove a lot of pain from my ass, it's felt awesome to leaving the room, after being fucked in whole time there. Exam halls are such an amazing place, for we boys actually, see na, we got the dick, but we are the one who got fucked.
So after all these stuffs when we get out of the room, dude the nomber of fuckers out there waiting for us to came out is too damn high. In whole these two years, i never surrounded by these much girls and boys at the same time.. and everyone is looking at us for their queries.. and my that colleague whom i ditch for seat in the room, took his revenge, by pushimg me on the side where mostly boys are standing, and he himself went for girls, fuck you KARMA For this! And dude there's no problem in describing the scenario of room too them, the problem is i have to tell each of them the same story, by just rotating my face on their side.. it sucks!
So anyhow i make myself out from those fuckers and went to my friends, who are waiting for their turn on another room's side. OK let's move ahead to my favorite part, so these two rooms are at the edge of a gallery, one is at opposite edge of other. So i went to the second edge where my friends are waiting for their turn, and suddenly i saw someone at the place where i just came from. And yes, this someone is a 'She'. We are classmates if English language classes for these two years, I've a crush on her from the very first day of college, and we barely talk to each other ever, the conversation between was too rare that i wouldn't be wondered if she even don't know my name, by knows her, the only thing i ask to her i think.. yeah seems so. So there's a friend of mine who desperately wants to me to be in a relationship more than i want myself to be in a relationship. And he also know about this girl, so he told me that anyhow i should talk to her, and a long enough talk to get her contact. And as usual, use dekhate hi meri phatani shuru ho gayi.. because she was also looking at me ..damn these moments, so i get afraid a lot and i really need an inspiration kinda thing to go to her, so i went to another room, and call my friend, he inspired me this much by his INSPIRATION LANGUAGE (you know which one), i even can propose my HOD right at the moment. But but but, suddenly my another friend call me, and i thought it's OK I've a lot of time, so spent almost half and hour at the room, and after drinking a liter water i prepare myself for this.. i went to that edge where she was standing.. but guess that was too late.. matlab apan ka chutiya fir se kat hi gaya. She was gone, and i don't have anyway to find her, and j even don't know that she is gonna be in same subjects like me or not.
And i can say i got fucked uo twice in a day.
Bad Luck i guess so!
Ok guys that's it from my side. Thank you for reading me, and if you love/like this series then please share it to your friends, and share it too if you ever attend 'The Great Viva Day' like this or even not, share kar do warna sabko bol dunga tu bol rha tha Mandir Wha Nahi Banega. Tricked you ;)
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DeleteKaash ki tu meri baat maan leta! -_-
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ReplyDeleteThw whole tune is dulcet and beautiful
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