Jaiseri Writes

"All Dads suck" They both shouted in unison. And we all chuckled for a while. I prepared a stick - a cigarette stuffed with mixture of tobacco and hashish. We called it stick. Finding hashish was not that difficult. You just need to know where. The shopkeeper won't give you if he/she doesn't know you. You have to be accompanied by the one who has been there before. Once he/she knows you, it won't be a problem ever. Sometimes you can also make on your own using hands. The bushes are everywhere. You should just make sure that the cops don't see you while you are busy rubbing your hands. It was long since we three met in one place. Sulav and Sam (actually Shyam) have been my friends before we knew what friendship actually is. For us friendship was to fight whenever we met on some pointless stuff. Sometime we used to make pact with two of us and bug the third one. Mostly me and Sulav would gang up together and bug Sam. Me and Sulav shared more stuffs t...

I have an unusual habit of sending friend request to all that are suggested by Facebook. And sometime also to those who seem interesting to me. Not necessary to mention that most of them were girls. Sometimes my sending request option is even blocked! I won’t call myself a freak. I only used the best opportunity of sharing best or worst moments with the ones whom you don’t expect to meet in your real life. I believed even if you shared your darkest secret with them they would never harm you because they will rarely encounter you in your real life. On the other hand, it made me feel relieved. I am not good in talking. But I can chat well. Or maybe because it’s possible to edit what you write on chat. But once you speak something in real you can’t edit it. May be this is the reason behind having so many friends in Facebook. I was busy in screening my wall posts and commenting on which ever were interesting to me. Just then, I had an eye on a status. Well, there were...

Sometimes it's hard to hide the way you feel. You confess thinking that you are making things easier but they become more complicated. And then you speak what you never thought you would ever speak: a lie. When a truth is no more like a truth and a lie seems better convincing, you choose to tell a lie and walk away. When a lie seems true and the truth seems  a lie, there is no much difference in telling a lie or a truth. *** They both met on a Facebook page: Music That Turns Me On.  Well it was a co-incident that both posted same song in that page one after another. They happened to go through each other's posts. They liked each other's post. The boy started commenting as usual and the girl couldn't stop herself from replying. "nice song" "yep :)" "I listen dis song evryda b4 i go2bed :)" "really? u must b kiddin right?" "y wud i" "just like dat" "think our likes r same" "may be....