Another day!!

Its just another day for me, another boring, sulky day with nothing great to look forward to. Now now there you go..calling me Whiner...am not..it just that the things along with the Sapiens around me are dull. Well, I can't just blame them alone for it..certainly the weather and the place has a lot to contribute- in the making of this infernal hell. Only a backward retarded mind with its dark morbid sense of humour would think of calling this place- God's own CUNTry....
Woh....don't be mad at me..am just expressing my inner thoughts...Right to Speech...remember!!

You would wonder what am I doing here then. You see sometimes life gives you no choice and if you know a bit of swear words..then it's easy to stay alive.Thus Spake Calvin!!!

On the 18 of June, on a damnable hour, a son was born. The firstborn of a diaspora, wrongly placed mallus, he was the child of the wilderness.With an ever growing restless, he crawled, and mauled his steps towards the never ending freeway of life.....He knows and understands that there is actually no purpose in life...if only he had a choice??To be born, never would have appeared on his list...

Now, one time or the other you surely must have come across people like me...yes, we are the pessimists, who always fail to see the brighter side of life..hooohaaa...anyways..going to back to my life story, if my grandma is to be trusted then according to her, I was the ugliest piece of trash that she had ever come across...now don't you make that face...ugly isn't that bad..I love being ugly and bad...a lot can be gained from grotesqueness then the so called beauty in the world.....hoooohaaaa....
That is what she told me when I was a boy....I was just twelve when my daddy threw that glass vase at me, I ducked and the vase was mere shreds of broken glass. Like Calvin , the all knowing genius; I think the grown ups are buffoons and theirs lives, a bluff. Daddy loved mummy, he adored her; but that was before they got married and had us. Mom complains that he is not the same anymore, she thinks he is cheating on her. Daddy comes in late and mom now sleeps with us...
It's Chikoo's birthday, my lil sister would be 4 today, we are all waiting for daddy and I pray to Jesus to send daddy home soon. I tell Jesus also to remind daddy to get Chikoo, the doll he promised. Mom always said that if you pray sincerely then surely God would hear your requests. So I go to my room and on my knees I pray to God. I try to cry, because mom always does so when she is praying, but I couldn't.....

Mom won't believe me, when I told her that I had prayed sincerely, instead she said I must pray harder. Dad didn't turn up for the party and mom went to bed without food. That night, I cried and I called God-a lier.