Here I am not talking about the kind of friends who your mom wants you to be with. But the real world morons you are friends with because your imperfections match theirs. Shipra joshi.. ur one of them. So what kind of literary marvels do these friends offer you to read? Literary pieces that enhances the intellect …. NOPE… it improves your …… well….. nothing. It just gives you a inside_the_head loud laugh for a second and blows big your pervert vein.
Shipra made me read some blog by an IITan some months back. The most fascinating thing about these MATH BITCHES is the self-constructed high pedestal they sit on. They are the science heads who’ll take the civilization to the moon someday… (RESPECT for that). They aspire for the best of everything, even the best girls.. a loud (WTF) for that. This blogger guy had engagingly entertaining romantic aspirations. His blog post had a live pervert mind commentary of his visual encounter with an out_of_his_league girl. Now the sole remarkable thing about this post was a similie that he used. The GHANA similie. He says the reason why he aspires for blindingly hot girl in his life is somewhat similar to why Ghana plays in the soccer world cup. HOPE. This small word makes the world of miserable-nothings go round. Hope that deep down all these complexities of a love search there’s a silver lining. Hope for the revenge of the nerds.
But listen up NERDS OF THE WORLD if the Republic of Ghana wins the world cup that’ll be an example of “undying spirit”… if I put it in the best words possible. But if we turn the imagery in context of this blogger guy it turns out to be a leap beyond limits. It’s unfair on God’s part to bestow an arm candy to undeserving ambitious aspirant. You guys have tormented us as little kids. You had the all green grades. Your ever-smiling parents flaunted your little crazy brain all their lives and they’ll continue to do it till the last seconds of their lives. You’ll never know how abused my mind felt when I was still writing the math problem and some front seat ass in the class would stand up and blabber some absolutely correct shit. But that’ll be an end of your classroom victory tale.
Expect no more.
Beauty by your side is beauty abused.
