Bitch You have Angered My Fancy... Do You want Me to tell You more?

Four pegs of Tennessee scotch and eight pints of Budweiser in me and enough high to make me go mad, I’m posting in this blog after a real long time!

I, a son of good parents, am not good. Maybe that is why my ladylove walked away while my world was burning and my heart was yearning. It was not her mistake, it was mine. It was I who was thirsty for her love and with desire of lust for her to reciprocate the same!

But good God why in my love’s sake are you making me suffer. No, it is not your mistake too. Fuck me. I’m the problem and I ain’t got a solution. So big fuck me. Wait I’m taking this too much of this into my head. Relax. Let it get absorbed slowly.

Yeah Fuck Me and Fuck You too. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the low level beggars begging at every fucking traffic signal smiling behind my back. Get a fucking job. Fuck the third level college boys, trying to impress a fucking bitch who assumes to be a fucking model, on a fucking 90’s two wheeler. Slow the fuck down. Fuck the couples going down on each other in my parks and on my piers. Fuck the north eastern Indian bastards with their petite girlfriends serving my hookah and my chopsueys. Ten years in this city and still ‘Tamil Teriyadhu’. Who the fuck employed them? Fuck the corner street locals, wannabe gangsters. Sipping tea in the local tea shop and a fag between the fingers, that fucking doesn’t make you gangsters, assholes. Fuck the fortune tellers walking up and down the beach road, plump and dirty, selling the pure lies. Fuck the call centers and the people working in it. Self-advertising masters of their owner companies, top listed motherfuckers figuring out new ways to rob hardworking people blind. Send those wannbe American Indians to jail for fucking life. You think we didn’t know about your shit? Give me a fucking break. Fuck the Malayalees, fuck the Tamilians, fuck the Telugus and don’t even get me started on the Sri Lankans cause they make us, Indians look good. Fuck the politicians, their long white attire, their silk thundu, swinging parties like jackasses trying to secure their place firm in the government. Fuck the lonely NRI wives with their posh living and their BMWs. Over fed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched all taut and shiny. You are not fooling anybody, sweetheart sleeping with your driver. Fuck the SCs and STs. They do not study at all, they do not care for a better living, and they use up all the government resources and still demand for more. You are not the unable castes. Just move the fuck on. Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating bribes and the uniforms, standing there do nothing with a big grin on his face while receiving the money. You betray our trust! Fuck the missionaries trying to move people from one religion to another, false beliefs of protecting us and delivering us into evil. And while you are at it, fuck God. I haven’t seen him. Old stories of protecting people and the rest is just history for eternity. Fuck the terrorists and backward ass cave dwelling fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray they fucking spend the rest of eternity roasting in a jet fuel fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Indian ass. Fuck friends. Fuck girls. We try to give them our trust and they stab us in the back. Fuck my parents with their endless grief for having given birth to me. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it, from the slums of Pudupet to the posh houses on Boat Club, from the projects in the suburbs to the established in the metropolis. Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash, and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place.

No.

No.

Fuck me. Yes. Fuck me, sweet child of the devil.

I had everything and I got thrown away, what a dumb fuck I’m!

Courtesy: 25^th Hour and Edward Norton!