Kindly Adjust

A few important things to know before reading this note .  1. This note is solely dedicated to a motley group of good-for-nothing’s who call themselves as The MOMO’S. They reside on the Fifth Floor washroom of Usha Pravin Gandhi College of Management, and do nothing which can boast of being useful.  2. This is; as is obvious, fiction inspired from reality. All allusions are true to the fullest, but the inferences are not.  3. Special Thanks to one Mr Sahil khamosh and his line; “…But then, Vinay could probably do many other interesting things than painting…”  “Love, my friend exists on one basic principle. I’ll explain. See, consider love as an Apple. Ok. So first, you get an Apple. Then, you get an Orange. Then it becomes a Peach. After that it turns into a Banana. And then…” Amit trailed off from that point. Actually Vrushali passed our table. And Amit’s attention wavered from his fruit salad theory about love to this chick who sat opposite to us. Did I mention ...

“She turned to say it once again: ‘Naaley’. Tomorrow.” A Tomorrow which never comes, but passes off every time in the hide of dirty, murky Today. ~^~ It was their birthday. Of all of them. Thirty years ago, they all had taken birth. Together. At the same time. Same second of the same hour. They all opened their eyes to the marvels and evils of world together. Under the guiding auspices of Capricorn, they all uttered their first cry together. And entered this daily war with pain and happiness. ~ Quote: Sir Salman Rushdie: Shalimar the Clown (2005): “There is earth and there are planets. Earth is not a planet. It’s a grabee. All the other planets grab it and mould its destiny.” They too were the grabee’s of this world. Only they didn’t knew how all of them shared each others lives… ~^~ Mohan spat with all his might. He spat at the world, which had denied him and made him struggle at each point of his life. A world which took his father with happiness and ha...