everyday day you meet people some good, some bearable and some who kick the shit out of you now these irritating people are called worthless pieces of shit and i simply call them shit. over the last few weeks, months and year's i've met many. here's a short description of all that shit i've encountered. ( the name's have been changed ).
chapter 1- the shit with a shit in his name.
" appereances could be deceiving " have you ever come across this phrase. now if you are one of them doubting the authenticity of this one go on read this. this guy come's across as a decent " i visit temple every day " kind of guy. you trust him but the motherfucker come's out with his true colours even before you realise he has become your friend. beleive me i've been around with this guy. this spectacled, pimple faced ugly creature has been a part of my life for quiet some time now and i regret every second of those pain's taking moments i have spent with him. you got the money he lick's your ass. never did i write something with so much fury.
the very thought of his stupid smile is driving me crazy. this guy is the height of inferiority complex. i am tired of you mate. i hate everything about him. everytime i meet him i discover a new side of this guy. if i am given a chance to pick an orginal sound track of this guy's life i'll choose " i am a fake " by the used. this song is written for you mate. you're a fake and you will remain one for god knows how long.
chapter : a friend of mr. shit.
god has always been unkind to me. he made me meet this guy. he stole my brand new earphones. at the time when i first met him his girl has freshly left him . she's a smart girl she smelt the dirty smell of this shit and drove him away. i am glad that i supper pissed off this dog faced motherfucker at our very first meet itself. oye selfish bastard are you reading this? you remember that day when you asked me to bunk my college and you fucked off with a friend off your's. you are a lucky basterd . i've come there to meet you even when i was well short off my attendance requirement. that single day would have costed me a lot and luckily i didnt get a chance to pay for it or else you would have been a dead dog till now.
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i never expected such a post frm u sandeep....whats wrong with me?I always held u up above me and this u paid it off?!You dont know what I am going through and you come to a meaningless conclusion??
ReplyDeletethats so pity of u..!!
MR.lousy lonely bastard...first learn to spell...then before u think of calling others "Shit" think.
ReplyDeleteyou are a lump of flesh and Fox wit...and fake is what u are...not " the shit with a shit in his name"
if you're man enough...come forward face him and tell him...hijde sale...phatoo makeloude!
Cool buddies, dont show try to show me World war II here, For obvious reasons u can't. Why don't we just leave this issue to get healed by TIME.
ReplyDeleteI have no clue abt wat happened, wat ever i wish i dint happen. So now lets not get into a cat fight. We all owe an apology to each other.
(including the both who wrote and read )
rofl! gorrepati, you still surprise me. i didn't comment on this post back then because i thought i'd say something out of anger or hatred. but now, i'm not scared that my emotions are coming into my mind. i don't have to tell you this but then i pity both you and your 'shit' friend. watching scorsese, or ray, or a fincher aren'tlife changing experiences. and smoking or drinking won't turn you into anurag kashyaps. you know what the problem with you folks is, and mind you this is the first time i'm actually being a li'l rude, both you and your 'shit' friend are wannabes. i haven't met your brother but then for all i can see, you wanna be like him and you 'shit' friend wants to be like you. inferiority complex at its bloody best. and the moment you spoke like that about a friend on your blog, whatever i thought about you, all that went into the drain. even if you are bachchan, you don't write such things about your friend(and here i'm just talking about dixit) and later, meet him and talk to him. for that ability, hats off. and i have no clue why dixit still talks to you. even after what all you called him. weird. i thought this kind of friendship belonged to yashraj films.
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