The Warrior

He is ready. He can sense the air around him, the air of a battle. He is ready for one. He was born for this. To live out like a war machine. A man created soley for war. A true image of the mighty Achilles. The mighty Ajax. He stands motionless. Waiting for the forces to charge. Waiting for the next in line to feel the cold of his steel. Sensing all that is around him. Taking in all the sounds, the movements, the momentum and the magnitude of the battle. Of the blood fest that will surely follow.

He can see them now. An army of men without a mind of their own. Sent forth by the king who sits behind the safety of his own fortress. Men without the ability to judge what they get into. Men who don’t even know at times who they fight for. Pity, but they were born on the wrong side from him. And he can’t help that. Aries would enjoy this probably. He doesn’t. He was just born this way. He was simply created for war. It is in his nature. In his blood.

He stands ready. His form perfect. His blade cutting through the wind. His armor sun drenched. His eyes focused on the faces of the men who are about to die, those who he will show the courtesy of his sword. Men whose faces he will long remember after killing them. Each and everyone of them. The mindless drones who died without a cause of their own. But does he himself have a cause? This real life force. This human war machine. The only answer is: he was born for this. Created soley for war.

A hero of every battle, of every war. Even if the next king is a far better man then the one leading the army he fights for, he doesn’t care. Because he was born for this. If not them, then someone else. He was created soley for war. Soley to engrave his name into history through the instrument of war. Battle. Blood.

No warlord dare mock him. No warlord dare lose his alliance. For he is the perfect warrior. He was born the perfect warrior. He was created the perfect warrior. A hero of every battle. Of every war. The warrior, who even the mighy herculeus would have found a mighty match in. A warrior who even the King of all Gods, Zues would not reckon with. The perfect soldier. The perfect warrior. His gaze, his form, his blade, his agility, all perfect. All in tandom with another.

The first of the lot come. 10, perhaps 12 of them. The fools. They thought it’s just one man for now, we don’t need to guard for one man. They draw their swords, spears and bows. They point it towards him. Each a master in his own right. The first one swings and then, the war machine sparks to life. His purpose is about to be fulfilled, once more. He moves swiftly to dodge the tip of the enemy’s blade and thrust his own into the centre of his chest. Piercing through his armor. Quickly retracts his sword and raises his shield against the second’s attack, pushing the sword from the top of his shield into his face. Before the other’s can react, he is already racing towards them, at a head on. He jumps, far more than a normal soldier, and throws his sword like an axe, cracking the helmet and skull of the other 2. And then uses his dagger to slice the front of all the archers and spearsmen. A matter of mere seconds. The 12 are down. He is standing. His form still perfect. Still ready. The blade back in his hand, wielded to kill. His armor sun drenched in the blood from around him. His eyes still focused. Beyond these mindless drones. His prize, waits beyond them. The prize of another battle, a hero once again of the battle. The carving in time becoming more and more concrete with each victory.

This is what runs in his blood. What he understands. What he was born for, created for. The Warrior.

Serpico

One of the most interesting movie titles ( just talking about the name ) that I’ve come across is ‘Lions for Lambs’. Quite the ring to it. Reminds me of a lot of qoutes. The most striking one being ‘The old declare war, it’s the young who must fight and die.’ I can’t say that’s the exact accurate qoute, but its the gist anyway. It was said by President Cooper (If I am not mistaken) of the United States.

Now in the present day and circs that I am writing this, it might seem obvious that I am writing about the various ‘Wars on Terror’ and the ‘Jihad’ calls being sung around the world. Where young innocent people who don’t know half of what and why there orders are what they are, are dying for the Long Term plans of their masters. They are mere pawns in this galactic global multi player battle of chess. However, this particular blog is not on that.

No this, ‘Serpico’, takes a lot from the actual movie Serpico. The internal battle. The movie being based on the true story of New York City policeman Frank Serpico. Serpico eventually went undercover to expose the corruption of his fellow officers, after being pushed to the brink at first by their distrust and later by the threats and intimidation they leveled against him.

I say internal, because I believe that everyday, and in most of the activities and the encounters that we are invovled with in our lives, there are always two forces at work. The good mana and the evil mana. The one who influences the more, wins and hence the action of a person. That’s kind of like the movie. Where a cop within is against the bad cops within the entire police department.

These two forces make us carry the burden of are actions and reactions. The key being control. Your emotions, your rationale. Control your temper and your passion. Control.

Inadvertently we tend to bounce on a point to fight or argue, which if we think over later on, realize was nothing to get all that worked up about. At other times, we tend to hold on and never let go of certain things. Ghosts of our past one could say. Angst becomes a regular feature in our daily routines.

Gun to my head

Keeping in line with the fact that this is a blog, I chose this title.

Today, I experienced for the first time, a gun pointed towards me, creeping out from the passenger’s hand on a bike. I was the sole front row seat at a point blank gun point robbery. So now I not only have heard about it in the papers, in the news, from people who have experienced it like my friends and family, but now, I have experienced it as well.

The sad part is that it’s not shocking or surprising that it happened. It’s almost like the feeling of inevitabilty was always there. I just wasn’t prepared for the metal in my face. I was needless to say, stirred, shaken. It isn’t something I’ve prepared for. Having a gun inches away from me looking in my direction.

I am not perturbed at the material loss ( a cell phone and some cash ). I am actually finding myself being thankful that the people who held me up weren’t maniacs. The kind that you do hear about. Who at times get frustrated if you are not a valuable catch, and as a outlet of that frustration, shoot you.

Also, kind of sadly, I found myself to be perfectly alright within a couple of hours. Life goes on. Part and parcel of the world we live in. It is sad that we are saying it’s part and parcel of the world we live in when IT is in fact being robbed and your life being threatened.

I would be naive to think that these people are the scum of the earth. What they are doing is wrong. Without a doubt. But to judge their roots and character to be evil, is also wrong. Like I said, it is also frustration. And that’s what makes the entire thing so dangerous. It becomes more dangerous when the economy in which these things happens, starts to lose balance. When inflation starts to hit highs. When people find suddenly that eating once a day also is now a difficult challenge. When you have this sinking feeling that your country is the ship whose steering wheel is broken, it’s heading for that huge ice berg waiting to rip it apart, and only the people controlling the ship ( the government and the so called national and political leaders ) are the only ones who know about it. The passengers, at the moment are just trying to deal with the bad service and the some of the stowaway crooks. I know, way too much of a metaphor.

The Long March, The Generals and the Dark Prince

I admit first of all that i have taken the liberty of borrowing the ‘Dark Prince’ nickname given to Mr. 10 % from elsewhere, but one has to admit. It suits him.

OF the last month or two, one thing which has become more evident then ever before is that we as a nation are obsessed with politics, even if it is just so that we can unload a bag full of curses and let out steam. So much so, that our media, has more coverage of the Political Leaders in their news then of our national leaders. One can easily tend to forget that Mr. Gilani is actually the Prime Minister of Pakistan. President Musharraf of course is cursed with being in media time and again of late with something being thrown against him, so he is there, but not so much so in the capacity of a president but rather in the capacity of being a victim of Character Assasination attempts.

Nawaz Shariff has found a second wind in putting down the ex-general, and what’s more, this time he has brought along some of the other ex-generals along for the ride. We have been given a dose of ex servicemen, mostly Generals, coming on various platforms, revisiting Kargil, and calling for the trial of treason for the ex-COAS. Of course these were the very same generals who were there side by side at the time of the said event. And were just as much a party to it as anyone.

The army, has always I maintain been a solid institution overall, minus some of the top brass taking over national affairs from time to time in the history of our country. This was proven, when after these generals came out with their so called ‘opening the pandora’s box’, some of the other ex-servicemen, not those who have taken any FAVORS from Musharraf in the past, came out with logic, and evidence and blasted the likes of Gen. (R) Jamshed Gulzar and comapany and of course Nawaz Shariff.

It is sad to see the Army, the foundation of this solid institution of country, crumbling towards politics like this. Not those still in service, but those who are retired. And even if they are retired, they still hold a duty to all that they have served and to this country to maintain and uphold that spirit of the armed forces. Especially those who have served in senior positions. No good can come from bringing your own country’s and your own establishments name in great doubt. If these Generals, DEMAND the arrest and trial of General Musharraf, than let us not forget, as the respected Governer said, these generals have files of themselves as well. And these can be brought in front of public. Anything they accuse Musharraf of, will go without question for themselves as well.

Coming back to Mian sahab. He has turned his focus soley on getting his revenge, and soley proving that he is still just as big a moron as he was before. I feel pity for those honest souls who get fooled by him. His great showing at the long march in Lahore, just to give one speech and then return to his humble abode… was shameful. Chotay Mian is acting much more sensibly one feels. I’ve said it once before and I would like to say it again, and especially DEMAND an answer from Nawaz Shariff. How, and a complete and elaborate explanation beyond just the puffy words of this country’s integrity and spirit etc, just HOW is the restoration and this struggle for the restoration of the Pre Nov 3rd judiciary ensure the solution of the much more ongoing crisis of the economy of the country, like inflation, and poverty and power and water shoratges? Does he actually expect us to believe that the moment the judges resume duty eveything will be solved, magically ? I am mentally tired of this Focus on the Politics and Power ( controlling not energy) issues in the form of judicial crisis and all springing up when all the budget announced for combating the poverty level really was to announce giving 1000 Rs. to the poorest of the poorest families. How the hell is the judiciary more important than that crisis? How?

And finally, coming to the Dark Prince. I must admit, he has learned a lot in his time away and in prison. He has learned how to play his cards. Mr. Zardari is currently the Big Boss man, flying off to Saudi accompnying our Premier, holding sessions of the cabinet of Sindh and of course time and again holding press conferences. He’s not even a part of the government. He’s not a national leader, he is a political leader. A political leader of theatrical misfortune. Fortune for him, misfortune for Pakistan and some and trust me a rare breed of commendable politicians (note: Makhdoom sahab). He’s biding his time, for I do sincerely believe he is simply carrying out for a greater plan at hand, working in the background. One can’t help but feel that there some great foul play at hand in all of this. You just don’t feel right about anything to do with out country’s system and working at the moment. Like I said earlier, one can almost forget that we have a PM by the name of Yusuf Raza Gilani.

May Allah’s mercy stay with the people of this nation. Ameen.

The Saga Continues..

The mills of chess are churning all around this fair land we call Pakistan. The players are plenty. The moves are plenty. The ones losing are the people.

The new government, the coalition government was formed, in March. There were hails and shows of strength all around the country. The nation was hoping beyond hope for a period of calm. For a period of consolidation. But alas. The much touted and of course at the same time, tainted marraige of the PPP and the PML-N came to an almost end. If it’s not a divorce then it surely is a seperation.

The judges issue, having not been resolved beyong the deadline (2nd deadline) of May 12th, the PML-N, under the conspicous leadership of Mr. Nawaz Shariff decided to leave the government. With the budgets around the corner, this is a decision which will, or rather should surely be questionned as to whether it really was in the better interests of the country of was it in the better interests of a Power hungry back from exile leader.

Power shortages continue. Inflation continues. Food shortages continue. The government continues to borrow. And the effects will be there for us to bear next year as well mind you. So really, to what benefit is this struggle to get Mr. Iftikhar back and restored when the masses are suffering ? Do these old stalwarts of the political cosmo of our country really expect us to believe that as soon as the judiciary is restored to Pre Nov 3rd, all problems will go away.

They wont. And yes, I am saying it, the wisdom of our political leaders is best being used for their own gains. One has used it better than the other and more cunningly, which is what has gotten the other all pissed off. Of late Mr. Nawaz Shariff started his Anti Musharraff drive in full throttle yet again. Again, the wisdom of this act? No matter what one wants to say, it cannot be denied that the past 8 years have seen the country’s economy grow. Albeit there have been problems which were not properly addressed. And these weren’t minor problems. I am not defending him. But facts are facts and those are that the past 8 years have been 10 times better for us then the 90s ever were. And the 90s were a battle of musical chairs between PPP and PML-N. So really as far as I am concerned we are back to square one. Hopefully we will go in the right direction this time.

Mind you, of late the former CJ has been featuring in the news as well and making statements which really are more political then of the legal fraternity’s concern. The media is concerned with the politics, this can be measured in the countless number of ‘Political Talk Shows’ that come on the news channels. Mr. Hamid Mir of course being a popular watch. Why is that everyone is more concerned with the politics of this country and the way they are playing their chess game, rather than focusing on the problems of this country more grave in nature and more distorting the way of life of many people. Why aren’t the wise owls of this nation’s LEADERSHIP being questioned on these things and being brought to task. Why?

Focus on the power crisis, the shortages, the inflation. These are the real problems of the country, the rest is old news and I can safely say that the people are tired of it, and weary. And we want a change. I’ve said before in one of my posts and I will say it again. The old stalwarts, the shariffs, the choudry’s and yes, even the bhutto’s and the zardari’s need to go. They should be pushed out, forever. No strings attacthed. Just take your corrupt riches and leave us alone. We need new faces and fresh blood to govern this country.

Allah help us. All pray to Allah, for he is the most merciful.

Black Moon

Life, experiences a multitude of things. Love , anger, hate, lust, calm and panic. Just to list a few.

Of late,, night fall seems to be more intense. The sleeplessness always present. My imagination splattered in front of me. The darkness almost talking to me. Telling me ‘Stay calm, we will come soon’. And surprisingly that doesn’t scare me. In fact I’ve been sleeping after that. Almost as if I took valium.

But in all the suppressed calm and peace, I know in my heart, in the deepest corners of my sub concious that something is amiss. And this becomes more relevant when I look at the moon. I see a face in the moon. I can sense it being a familiar face, yet I don’t recognize it.

There was a deep sense of acknowldgement through the corridors of my heart for the face. And yet I can’t place this seemingly close person. I can sense hurt, sadness in me. I can sense an undeniable pain and still the face has no recognition.

I recall something of a crushing feeling, an emotionally crippling feeling. I want to cry and I want to scream. I start getting uneasy.

I feel myself going mad. Obsessed with an unknown desire. I see the face still without recognition. But I also remember the feelings of love, passion and happiness.

And then suddenly my memory train starts to go back. I remember. The face. The face of my love. My obsession. Our relationship. My turmoil. My tumutous overbearing passion and emotional wreckage. The hollowness between us. Then I see the moon go black. I see gun shots. I see bodies lying on the floor. Cold. Still. Laying in the static of the night. A black night. I see her face. Still. At peace. But dead. And the next, I see my own. Laying still. Static. In agony even without life. I see the black moon now, setting upon me.

The International Council of Manlaws

Some general rules from the International Council of Manlaw.

To prove your manhood, MUST FOLLOW AT ALL TIMES.

1. Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella.

2. It is OK for a man to cry ONLY under the following circumstances:

(a) When a heroic dog dies to save its master.

(b) The moment Angelina Jolie starts unbuttoning her Blouse.

(c) After wrecking your boss’s car.

(d) When she is using her teeth.

3. Any Man who brings a camera to a bachelor party may be legally killed and eaten by his buddies.

4. Unless he murdered someone in your family, you must bail a friend out of jail within 12 hours.

5. If you’ve known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever unless you actually marry her.

6. Moaning about the brand of free beer in a buddy’s fridge is forbidden. However complain at will if the temperature is unsuitable.

7. No man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another man.

8. On a road trip, the strongest bladder determines pit stops, not the weakest.
9. When stumbling upon other guys watching a sporting event, you may ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who’s playing.

10. You may flatulate in front of a woman only after you have brought her to climax. If you trap her head under the covers for the purpose of flatulent entertainment, she’s officially your girlfriend.

11. It is permissible to drink a fruity alcohol drink only when you’re sunning on a tropical beach … And it’s delivered by a topless model and only when it’s free.
12. Only in situations of moral and/or physical peril are you allowed to kick another guy in the nuts.

13. Unless you’re in prison, never fight naked.

14. Friends don’t let friends wear Speedos. Ever. Issue closed.

15. If a man’s fly is down, that’s his problem, you didn’t see anything.

16. Women who claim they ‘love to watch sports’ must be treated as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the ability to drink as much as the other sports watchers.
17. A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight.

18. Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both, that’s just greedy.

19. If you compliment a guy on his six-pack, you’d better be talking about his choice of beer.
20. Never join your girlfriend or wife in discussing a friend of yours, except if she’s withholding sex pending your response.

21. Phrases that may NOT be uttered to another man while lifting weights:

A) Yeah, Baby, Push it!

B) C’mon, give me one more! Harder!

C) Another set and we can hit the showers!

22. Never talk to a man in a bathroom unless you are on equal footing (I.e., both urinating, both waiting in line, etc.). For all other situations, an almost imperceptible nod is all the conversation you need.

23. Never allow a telephone conversation with a woman to go on longer than you are able to have sex with her. Keep a stopwatch by the phone. Hang up if necessary.
24. The morning after you and a girl who was formerly ‘just a friend’ have carnal, drunken monkey sex, the fact that you’re feeling weird and guilty is no reason for you not to nail each other again before the discussion occurs about what a big mistake it was.
25. It is acceptable for you to drive her car. It is not acceptable for her to drive yours.
26. Thou shalt not buy a car in the colours of brown, pink, lime green, orange or sky blue.
27. The girl who replies to the question ‘What do you want for Christmas?’ with ‘If you loved me, you’d know what I want!’ gets an Xbox. End of story.

28. There is no reason for guys to watch Ice Skating or Men’s Gymnastics. Ever.
29. We’ve all heard about people having guts or balls. But do you really know the difference between them? In an effort to keep you informed, the definition of each is listed below:

‘GUTS’ is arriving home late after a night out with The guys, being assaulted by your wife with a broom, And having the guts to say, ‘are you still cleaning or are you flying somewhere?’
‘BALLS’ is coming home late after a night out with the guys smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the ass and having the balls to say, ‘You’re next fatty!’

Land of a thousand souls

He opened his eyes after a long sleep. So long that even he didn’t remember. Where was he? He did not know. All around him was land. Far stretching out land. For the first few moments of his new awakening he couldn’t fathom the place he had reached. Nor could he anyone else, any other living being. Even the trees and the plants seemed to be dead. As if crystallized for all eternity. That was his answer right there. But he didn’t know that.

Now that the feeling was completely back in all his limbs, he got up, to explore. What ? Where ? He didn’t know. It all seemed the same. Land stretching out in all directions without any end. The horizon was the same across 360. There was something else that was strange about this place, this world. The sky was not blue. It was white, but the sun was shining just the same. It seemed like a normal sunny sky, only without the blue. And in it’s place a white sky.

He vaguely started remembering what happened last before his timeless sleep. He was on the emergency table, he was there because he had had an accident. He died. He remembered dying. So where was he now ?

Just as he was thinking and trying to recall his roots and eventual passage to this strange place, he started seeing faces all around him.  The faces seemed lost to him … almost as if in a trance. As if they were heading some place. He tried figuring out where but couldn’t. The entire scene seemed like a phenomenon to him.  A phenomenon it started creeping onto him that he would soon be a part of. It seemed to him that the faces were just going through some right of passage. It was a step. A phase. A small part in a bigger scheme of things. And he was smack in the middle of it.

He started feeling this sensation that there weren’t just a few faces, but hundreds. And then those hundreds turned into thousands. He started getting a grip of where he was. He had died. All these faces around him seemed dead. It all just started making some sense to him. He was dead, in between a thousand dead faces. Where could he be? Where else but in the waiting room before heaven or hell.

He now started thinking of all his life, it seemed like his life started flashing before his eyes, for a second time, for he remembered the flash before dying. And now he was looking at everything more critically, what he had done in his life and all. He was searching for a defense argument for himself. For being anointed into the throes of heaven.

He was about to give his own verdict, when suddenly he stopped thinking , he stopped feeling, and started fading, and started walking. Focusing on a single direction ahead. Just like all the other faces, the thousands of other faces around him. He knew now without thinking that he was in a land of a thousand souls. And his was next in line to be judged.

The Theatrics of Pakistan’s Politicking

It’s been an unfortunate past 2 weeks for Pakistan’s Political set up. Especially for the ‘coalition government’ which is striving to make Musharraf’s work towards the democratic process a success and is taking the credit all to themselves. First the unprecedented attack on Former CM Arbab. And then, the hooliganism shown on the night the so called Lawyers’ movement to restore the judiciary and self proclaimed achievers of the road to democracy harassed and tortured former Parliamentary Affairs Minister Dr. Sher Afgan Niazi. These two incidents are extremely sad and unbecoming of a nation which proclaims to be back on the development track and which is back to democracy. The so called democracy doesn’t seem to be present in these two situations and is in fact replaced by anarchy. For whatever their faults and misdeeds , Arbab and Sher Afgan should be tackled by all concerned parties through the right system. And not by taking Law into your own hands and assaulting them. No one should be treated that way, let alone former Ministers. Dammit they were ministers of this country and Arbab is a MPA in the SIndh Assembly like or not, whatever the grievances against them, should be taken up through the ‘legal’ process.

Following the incident of the torturing of Dr. Sher Afgan Niazi, the President of the SCBA, Chaudry Aitzaz Ahsan, announced his resignation, and then after a lot of persuasion, after a lot of throwing around the blame, and a lot of ‘pressure’ he withdrew his decision. The idiotic idea of the attack on the former minister by the lawyers’ to be deemed as a conspiracy hatched from the presidency, as touted by Chaudry Aitzaz Ahsan is baseless. The presidency for whatever it’s worth right now, is seeming sidelined at the moment with the elected government still enjoying it’s euphoria. It’s nonsense. Pure nonsense.

As if that was not enough, April 9th saw retaliation and reaction in Karachi, and today, April 11th, saw yet another resignation and withdrawal. Owing to the theatrics of Altaf Hussain, the self - exiled leader of the MQM. Blaming the MQM Leaders in Pakistan for not controlling the situation in Karachi on April 9th, he said it was best if he stepped down, and that the leaders should end their boycott of the National and Sindh Assemblies. Of course he was never really going anywhere from the power that is bestowed upon him by his own self over the loyalists of MQM and of course the ruling party of Karachi. It is an unquestionable fact that the MQM is run by Altaf Hussain with an Iron Grip, and that no other leader in the party can posses such a commanding loyalty. It is in fact a quasi state one could say.

The message of course being clear. The Politicking is moving from the theatrics to the distinct image of the 90’s only with a mix of both, cut throat ’shatranj’ and theatrics. One hopes that the economic gloom doesn’t also return as was present during that decade. It is my belief and opinion that, the best way for the country at this juncture is for all the stalwarts to take a special ‘Golden Handshake’ or an extension to the NRO, and go away with their corrupt riches. I say go away with the riches because honestly I don’t see anyone bringing them to true justice. We need new faces to run this country, to lead it. We need fresh blood. Not fresh or new as in young blood, but certainly no one with anything to do with the 90’s or the Chaudry Bradraaan for that matter. The PPP, at the moment, seems to be the only party with that fresh agenda. Zardari so far playing his cards well, has gotten his own clean slate for life, become a king maker, and is practically the head of the party which would die for the Bhutto family. Yes, they are that loyal. MQM’s loyalists are something of a different league of course ( as was portrayed by the hysterical women crying at Altaf Hussain’s announcement to resign ).

Point being simple: The Politicking must now come to an end. There must be stability. There must be change in the society as well. The state of affairs of the country won’t change unless those concerned change themselves, and in this case they would be the nation themselves. Unless we change ourselves as a society, and here I am obliged to add that we are an unruly society for most parts and that needs to change. The social ethos needs to develop withing ourselves. The law abiding citizen must awaken. Only then can there be hope of change. And in fact will be change.

I once again end by saying All pray for this country.

The Morning Coffee

You know when the coffee isn’t entered into your system in the morning that it’s just going to be that kind of a day. The day that wears on itself and one that would bore even the most unsuccessful critic. (Going by the theory that Critics thrive on negative reviews. In fact enjoy writing them, and get kicks out of them as well. ) However I really must not digress.

As I was saying, Coffee, whatever it might be for different people, is very important. Different Strokes for Different Folks of course. Some like coffee some like a cold shower. Some like tea and some are cuckoos who get up at 6 in the morning and go out jogging, even in the winters when the sun is not up entirely yet. Everyone needs their coffee. I know I do. It’s important. Otherwise the rest of the day seems to go to the gutter. And good old Murphy seems to be kicking in with his laws and what nots.

The boss treats you like shit. In the case of the college going, young birds of spring, it would be the teacher. It just so happens to become the day he didn’t have his coffee but through no misfortune on part of nature, but as a result of a quarrel at home. This puts him in an angry mood of course. And that’s where you come in, to act as the sponge you are and soak up all the pile driving, bull dozing fun that’s being thrown towards you.

It gets even better (PLEASE SENSE THE SARCASM IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY). Once you are through with class, you accidentally bump into the college meathead jock, who feels so emasculated all the time that he’s constantly thriving to impress the opposite sex. This you do when stepping out of class by banging the door into him. Oh, you are prime prey for this guy then.

Once the cuts and bruises session is over, you go over to your girl friend. (Assume from now only that this is from a guy’s mind, hence it will be directed so as well). Ah the angel of your eyes. The love flutterer of your heart. The person who validates your joy and soothes your pain. Just what you need after the horrible start to the day. NOooooo I don’t think so, because she’s having a bad hair day and by some screwed up rule in the universe, it’s all your entire fault. Always and forever. So I am sorry really, it just continues not to be your day, and your angel isn’t wearing any wings for the day either.

Your friends, your buddies, your amigos. The guys who will definitely be there for you through thick and thin. They are like brothers to you. Alas. should have had that coffee someway or the other really. It turns out that it’s just the right sort of day for them to carry out pranks on you. With success. And some untidy tidings on your part.

You go home. Family, they will understand you. After all what’s closer then blood. Nothing. Blood is thicker then everything. Your mom will see her child and become protective. Your father will want to spoil you. And your siblings will give you a chance to earn your money. The right and proper and easy (at times) way. Have you not learned anything yet? On a day without coffee your family, of course accidentally has to plan stuff just at the time I was coming back. Brilliant. Stay outside.

Come one man. Heed to all of this. Have your coffee without fail. One missed cup or inspiration of coffee, and the entire thing goes to whack.