THE FIRST'S

everyone has got their own set of first's the first crush, the first cigarette, the first pint of beer, the first fuck, the first bunk , the first blog, the first book, first name, first brush with drugs. i stop here because if i dont the list would go on and on. the first's never end everything has got a first.

all my previous blogs have got a paper draft attached to them. this is my first blog witout a paper draft. see as i have told you the first's never end. this feels good no planning, no idea about what you are going to write for the next 20 odd minutes.

what i am trying to do here is i am trying to recapture all those exiting, anxious, humiliating (what not everyother word that would define a feeling) moments.


after a long pause i start writing this.......

1. THE FIRST CRUSH.

once upon a time there was a guy named sandeep who happens to be the same guy who's presently writing this. this guy was in his mid teens respectably tall, fat on the whole not so good looking. everyday on his way to the school he met a girl he called her angel. she was beautiful the beauty was beyond the reach of our not-so-good-looking-fat sandeep but that did not bother him. the only thing that bothered to him was he was alive and luckily he had a set of eyes. he considered himself lucky that he was able to see her. these people sandeep and the angel never spoke but they swapped looks. he bought her a gift with all the money that he could lay his hands upon and gathering some courage he tried to give it to her but with all due respects to sandeep she politely refused the gift. that refusal scene formed the climax they never looked at each other nor they ever met again. .....



2.THE FIRST CIGARETTE

i have been smoking for the past 3 years. every smoker has an inspiration the inspiration which fuels the urge in him to get hold of a cigarette and burn it down to ashes now, all you smokers if you still remember your inspiration and if he is still alive go kill him. i cant kill mine because my inspiration happens to be the other son of my own mother my brother. i was obsessed with the way he sucked on to the stub of a cigarette it was so charming. having made up my mind i drove to a nearby cafe on a breezy sunday morning bought a cigarette and with my hands shaking i started smoking the first cigarette of my life ..........

3. THE FIRST BUNK


hey deekshith remember our first bunk because if you dont i am gonna kill ya. and you jai simha do you remember the movie from which i lifted the above dialouge cos if you dont i'll kill ya too. our first bunk happened on the second day of our engineering college all you engineering folk out there none of you would have bunked the college on the second day itself but we did. after watching our college buses go past us we sat there in barsta feeling elated over the fact that there is no other way that we could actually reach our college. time went past and after emptying a dozen cups of tea we got up when the clock struck 11. standing there outside ganga we waited patiently for the gates to open. time went by more and more people gathered and our hopes of watching a movie on our first bunk are slowly fading away. but thanks to some smart thinking by sandeep we got the the tickets and the movie was the ultra dumb "happy days" though i hated eveybit of what we saw on the screen that day i liked the feel of it........the feel of watching a movie on the first bunk of your life


i stop here because if i dont this would never end remember the first's never end...............