Sauz's Dairy: boards, buuggies(bu-u-gies) and babe

12th Sept'99
Dear Dairy,

Sometime I just hate myself for being myself... WTF is this life.. get up at 3:00 AM in nite (yeah its still nite, but my mom calls it 'early morning' don't know what how on earth that can be), sulk and read ... go to that clumsy school ... come home.. stuff food in your stomach... rush(run always) to catch that bloody hitchhike ride for extra classes... and now this tuitions... where the hell do i get time to fit this new piece of sh** in my already overloaded schedule... but all these rants are of no avail... i have to .. coz in my mother's words I have to "prove myself... score good (and this good means 95% +) and do justice to my parents' efforts"... enough of it.. i just can't bear that anymore... sometimes I feel that I am paying the price of being the elder son.. my younger brothers and sisters does not have that many expectations to fulfill.. they enjoys their life... and here am I.. sulking.. slogging to prove something that I don't even care about... but no avail... I have to and I will go to tuitions...

I was already breathing my lungs out when i reached to that filthy van... and the driven.. (I know he saw me running) only stopped when i was near to fall after running half a kilometer... f*** him... the 'great' raghu... saala naam se hi kamina lagta hai... anyways... reached the great tuition center... and to my astonishment.. it was just a garage... WTF.. this is 'the' great, equipped tuition center ... that bloody tutor have robbed my parents..... I was the first one to arrive.. clad in my red t-shirt and sand colored jeans , with my school shoes on (wow! must have given a stiff competition to govinda).. and i waited for that garage to open... soon a pretty girl came to the same place... she rode a scooty... and here i am .. ridding buuggies/cycles till now.. and babes are traveling in scooties.. no talks... she saw me... gave a i-don't-give-a-damn-for-u-joker look and stayed there. Soon crowd of some junk, overgrown boys came, riding their hayabusa (okay.. converted to look like one).. I again sulked and cursed myself.. WTF .. will i ever get something like that... ever???

soon the class started.. and i was asked to sit next to that pretty girl... i was WOW! the teacher is amazing.. I love him.. i mean.. thanks.. but again.. i just can't find words to start with.. my mind mumbled with so many things.. but nothing came out.. and then she turned and said "Hi! I am Lina..." I was... what a name...lina lina lina.. and forgot to reply back.. soon i found her looking away.. WTF what i just did.. I dropped a pappu catch... man! doom me... I was thinking through out the class on how to get back in talking terms with her.. she'll not look at me now.. thinking i am too proudy to respond to a hi!... WTF.... there goes my golden chance...

but something was there in the air.. or gods were finally thinking of me.. she said a bye! and that too with smile... gosh! i'll die.. i'll die if this keeps on happening.. something is wrong...

Dairy.. i am so happy .. yet worried.. if mom knows this somehow.. she'll kill me.. and she already suspects something.. how can her son be so happy after a day like this.. where he is stretched, kicked and what not...
lets keep this secret.... till something 'good' happens ;)

Its already 11:30 PM.. i'll try to catch up some sleep.. that ghantaghar ka alarm (my alarm clock) will ring @ 3:00 AM... sleep tight...

Note from Diary's Pagekeeper

It has been quiet long since i reflected something from sauz and sam's diary... and the reason for this utterly irresponsible, irrational behavior is the laziness of Sauz and Sam. Those two can full of garbage (nah.. they are sweet, reasonable guys.. till it comes to terms of life) have stopped writing dairies ... seems someone.. somewhere told them about me.. or their so-called-private entries being reflected to public..

Nyways.. to update you... Sauz has finally managed a job change. He joined a new company working in some (blah-blah) filthy software (they seem to be a perfect fit... software and Sauz... both never work and expect people to praise them). Sam.. Sam is out of that slurty PM's grip... and is all set to visit US of A.. his dream destination...(he even started talking in that American ascent..imagine... a UP's bhaiyya trying to talk in English and that too with American ascent...competisan phar Lalloo)... so as they are busy with their so-called uplifting of life... I thought to digg in past and guess what!! I got hold of their old dairies... the ones they wrote in college... and "ek ke saath ek muft muft muft " offer mein... I got hold of Sauz' school dairy as well... rather its not a dairy but his ranting of his whole school life... so people... get ready to dive in past and all set for a roller coaster, hilarious ride of "the OLD (mis) adventures of Sauz and sam" with me ..dairy's page keeper.. being your faithful guide to this odyssey..

lets sail....