Macha is a Good Boy
Yeah Yeah!! I am a good boy. A damn good boy. A nice guy. Smart. Hardworking. I've been told this all through my life and i am sick and tired of it.
My curse started on Day 0 of my life when the fortune teller predicted that i will grow up to be a good, hardworking, studious and religious son. My parents took it too seriously. It continued through my school days. When i was 3, my first teacher Lakshmi(she was hot!) told my parents that i learn fast. Good it seems. By the time i reached my 10th grade, i had developed a similar bad reputation. As i celebrated my 16th B'day, i seriously started wondering about the mundane life i would end up living.
Life became interesting when Mr. Gold Flake and Ms.Queenfisher entered my life. Change of reputation at last. Still people fcuking continued to call me a nice guy who also smokes and drinks. What a waste!
Wow! A girlfriend. Let me project myself as a rough and tough dude. Even after i did her...err..i mean, did things for her, she too called me nice, good, sweet and all that bullcrap. My reputation reached its depth when i joined my MBA. Everyone started calling me a good boy, left right and center. A studious boy it seems. Bull.
I had no choice but to hatch a master plan - "How Macha got Bad, got Spoilt and got a Life".
Easiest way to start is to bunk classes. I stopped taking notes. Started orkutting in class. Parties increased exponentially. I started looking lazy and uninterested in studies. Stopped working on projects. Stopped greeting people. The result was instantaneous.
Abhaya Sharma wondered,"Macha, you have become spoilt nowadays!". Wow!! Golden words. If only he knew how i was craving for this.
Pooja cribbed,"you have become useless this semester". More and more such appreciation followed.
No one asks me for help in studies nowadays. No one wants my class notes this semester. Great,Great,Great!!!. Happy,Happy,Happy!!!
Now that my initial target is achieved, what next? - Rave parties???!!!
~Da Macha
My curse started on Day 0 of my life when the fortune teller predicted that i will grow up to be a good, hardworking, studious and religious son. My parents took it too seriously. It continued through my school days. When i was 3, my first teacher Lakshmi(she was hot!) told my parents that i learn fast. Good it seems. By the time i reached my 10th grade, i had developed a similar bad reputation. As i celebrated my 16th B'day, i seriously started wondering about the mundane life i would end up living.
Life became interesting when Mr. Gold Flake and Ms.Queenfisher entered my life. Change of reputation at last. Still people fcuking continued to call me a nice guy who also smokes and drinks. What a waste!
Wow! A girlfriend. Let me project myself as a rough and tough dude. Even after i did her...err..i mean, did things for her, she too called me nice, good, sweet and all that bullcrap. My reputation reached its depth when i joined my MBA. Everyone started calling me a good boy, left right and center. A studious boy it seems. Bull.
I had no choice but to hatch a master plan - "How Macha got Bad, got Spoilt and got a Life".
Easiest way to start is to bunk classes. I stopped taking notes. Started orkutting in class. Parties increased exponentially. I started looking lazy and uninterested in studies. Stopped working on projects. Stopped greeting people. The result was instantaneous.
Abhaya Sharma wondered,"Macha, you have become spoilt nowadays!". Wow!! Golden words. If only he knew how i was craving for this.
Pooja cribbed,"you have become useless this semester". More and more such appreciation followed.
No one asks me for help in studies nowadays. No one wants my class notes this semester. Great,Great,Great!!!. Happy,Happy,Happy!!!
Now that my initial target is achieved, what next? - Rave parties???!!!
~Da Macha
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