I have seen one man with rusty face dirty skin with long bear ed and musettes dirty cloths but He was full of liqueur and in full fantasy and he forgot his birth and existence. This seemed me wonderful and i felt that i am so unLUCKY..... FCUK!!!!

Firangi Desi Boss

My Indian Gujrati director brought up at UK and speaks in UK accent. This was my first meeting with him and with my foible communication he accepted me and i joind the firm. Still I am working. I visited to Bombay so many times with my one more MD of UK and unsuspectingly I was monitored and one day he gag all on my Gujrati boss. My Indian MD called me in his cabin and surprisingly he was so calm and sofltly screwed me because I have no qualities to mold my self like British. British are very slow they need space to talk, sit and they cannot share rooms like indians. If they are four they hire 4 cars, 4 separate suits in 5stars etc. They feel comfortable if you are standing or sitting at manageable distance.... My Boss was explaining all this indirectly and because he is also an Indian he knows how Indian are. So this was the plus point and I screwed softly. I was again feeling the difference between "Firangees". I became at the decay of 40.

First Chapter finished of the script, god created superior events for us. I stared again with new typescript with all old one. Searching the divergence in “me” and “us”, “my” and “ours”. “Ours” pulls me from “me” because some one forgot “me” for me and in love with “ours”. I was preparing to get married but I wasn’t aware of love with her. Definition of divergence was far away like un-erudite dreams about writing a novel, for love. As I was at the pinnacle of chapter I comprehend my urge and misconstrue the unknown lust before nuptial. I was slouch and tend to more. I got it and one day all will aware as soon as in the neighborhood of death.

Out of “Focus”

When I was in my previous company “Focus” this was my schedule
900hrs. or some the 925hrs I awake to get start to Focus
Again! Counting the days remains for weekend I reached
late again and it’s quotidian. And my boss, instead of shouting
on me he started cutting my salary. I was used to of this so I have no guilty.
After busy day which is very rare in a week my eyes was searching for and “madiraalaya” or chemist shopee to buy a quarter of rum and some W10. I usually
prefer to reach 8/16 without sense and with hallucination. Who ever in the 8/16 near evening I scan there some feminine articles which facilitate me to arose
and release after hash of any thing like hash. Before leaving office Anshu take me so that we preserve and hallucinate together and create a new hazy dusk to release with imagination of feminine appearance at 8/16 and some south Indian teens. After the addicted release I used to gag to have more stuff. After this death, dawn overcome and again I used to count the days leftovers to weekend with my boss at “FOCUS”

Split second before homicide

A picture melting with tiers, and I don’t want to cry!
I thought the life stay behind summaries me one day,
And suddenly I dead!