#4) the enlightenment.
so, i am at my home again, searching for some important stuff as i fill up my phone with the seriousness of the situation. what happened, lemme go and rewind a little. to "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING ON THE SIDE STREET?" (#lastpost)
well, that was a rolls royce phantom convertible. wallah! for those who do not know, i love architecture. precisely, the architecture that has four tyres, exhausts that can rev like hell, one massive engine with above eight cylinders and paddle shift gears. the top that can detach itself and slide back into the ass, just on the push of a button, icing on the cake. and as soon as i saw that beauty descending on the pavement, i was running as if in a hundred meter before others could even guess the name. and there i was, with my camera on the shooting mode, bewildered by the fact that god is not the only one who can make miraculous things. there are people in every corner of the world, some of them who detailed every corner of this architecture with magnificence.
then and there, i was enlightened by the truth. no one who goes to their internships regularly, or who completes their journals on time, or goes to the college on time gets rich enough to own one of these. the guy got down, apparently he was the son of some minister or something. two hot chicks followed suit, and thats when the final orgasm of enlightenment struck me, struck me hard. i am not a son of a billionaire or a minister, nor i am a sport star or a film celebrity. so if either way i am not going to have that car, better live this life with as much awesomeness that i can prevail. next time, i will bribe the god to reincarnate me as a sole son of a rich guy. but now, its time to rock!
i went to my brother who was combing his hairs in the side mirror of a vehicle, completely ignorant of the exotic car and my mood swing. "lets get going bitch", i exclaimed dramatically, "we won't get tickets after eight". he looked up at me. wearing a saintly smile he said, "i knew you'd come, i told you.".
so, i am at my home again, searching for some important stuff as i fill up my phone with the seriousness of the situation. what happened, lemme go and rewind a little. to "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING ON THE SIDE STREET?" (#lastpost)
well, that was a rolls royce phantom convertible. wallah! for those who do not know, i love architecture. precisely, the architecture that has four tyres, exhausts that can rev like hell, one massive engine with above eight cylinders and paddle shift gears. the top that can detach itself and slide back into the ass, just on the push of a button, icing on the cake. and as soon as i saw that beauty descending on the pavement, i was running as if in a hundred meter before others could even guess the name. and there i was, with my camera on the shooting mode, bewildered by the fact that god is not the only one who can make miraculous things. there are people in every corner of the world, some of them who detailed every corner of this architecture with magnificence.
then and there, i was enlightened by the truth. no one who goes to their internships regularly, or who completes their journals on time, or goes to the college on time gets rich enough to own one of these. the guy got down, apparently he was the son of some minister or something. two hot chicks followed suit, and thats when the final orgasm of enlightenment struck me, struck me hard. i am not a son of a billionaire or a minister, nor i am a sport star or a film celebrity. so if either way i am not going to have that car, better live this life with as much awesomeness that i can prevail. next time, i will bribe the god to reincarnate me as a sole son of a rich guy. but now, its time to rock!
i went to my brother who was combing his hairs in the side mirror of a vehicle, completely ignorant of the exotic car and my mood swing. "lets get going bitch", i exclaimed dramatically, "we won't get tickets after eight". he looked up at me. wearing a saintly smile he said, "i knew you'd come, i told you.".
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