I see dead people.

People who no more laugh or no more exist. All that can be considered fairly lively on them, is a dead face lumped on their slouched body, tired and exhausted of the mental burden they have been carrying since the past few days or even years. The burden of college exams. The burden of Grades and GPA's and Better futures and what not.


The terrors of A's and D's.
The grimace of those B's and C's.
The regret of those E's and F's.

Yes, all that looms around.

I see exams around me.

Yeah.

The title pretty much tells you about it.

There is this crazy sort of maniac in my hostel who KINDS of *stalks* me. Like, it's not like he comes around at my door just to see me at night. (That was that another guy - mind you, he was really sweet. Sweet as in a scholar typo and probably ruined his quiz after reading my notes. No clue what I am talking about? Here's the story to that notes guy)

Ok, so what were we talking about? That stalker, yeah that ugly stalker. I am just digressing too much these days. Maybe exams are doing this to me. Aliens could be responsible as well. Those green men from Mars or maybe those little gays from Pluto. Maybe it's just the fairies from the underground that are behind all this. Artemis Fowl's fairies? Yeah those were clever. Poor aliens get their repo screwed anyway, all the time. Sorry, you aliens.

But, anyway.

Yeah, about that stalker. Now this guy, first of all, is very ugly. Ugly as in ugly. No other apt word I can think of to describe that sucker. Just pure ugly. Hair and beard on entire face. Only the pointed nose is visible when he's ogling at me. Rest all hair. Yeah, black, unkempt, shabby, shitty hair.

How will you feel when such a hairy face stares at you whenever it can? Gross.

Wazzaaaa random readers?
Bored and stuff?

Lemme bore you more.
To the Encore.
This is about,
or I may say without.
A knock on da door
and an ant on the floor.
Hell yeah I can rhyme
Otherwise, just a piece of slime.

OK. Enough. lol.

Time for real stuff out.

So yesterday this funny thing happened with me. Really, never happened with me before. Not like in past 4-5 months. Not since I got this awesome hostel to live in solace. Yeah, not since then.

But what?

A knock on da door. 

Someone actually knocked my shitty door. I was like, "wtf?". Nobody knows my room number. Nobody cares or pretends to do so where I live or if I live at all. Then howcome, how on earth, I have this knock. Do the aliens already know about me? Or the demons are out? No, not demons. This is summer. Too hot for them. Wait, lol, what if a human?

All this while, my stupid mind didn't think of simply checking it out. It preferred to sit and apply permutations and combinations. A second knock. OK. I had to go.