Chapter One:Noobs

            "Dude, she's like the prettiest girl in college man!", I said. We were all hanging out like we did every evening playing 'kick-ball' and the even weirder than that was we inevitably chose to talk right when the ball was ours to be passed.
            "Dude, that's what you said three weeks ago when you saw what's-her-name?", Jonathan knocked the ball neatly over to Ashy. Grinning broadly like the Cheshire cat Ashy passed the ball over to Marki. I envied him for it. If there was another of those million things I hated(remember the prologue?) it was smiling. Simply because I looked like a complete ass whenever I smiled or grinned.
            "The IPL is freaking rigged man", Marki declared. The ball soared and went directly for Ajay who remained impeccably stationary. The ball bounced of his head and rocketed upwards again.
            "NOOB!", Ajay cried indignantly.
            Okay now I owe the "not-abnormal" reader an explanation. We were a bunch of (okay most of us are going to disagree to this, but it is the truth) nerds. Though we were the coolest bunch of nerds you would ever come across if that is any consolation. And as you probably realised we weren't the normal bunch of teens( more about that during the course of the story) and we didn't use the normal "idiot" or the more realistic swear word (sorry guys, thanks to my new year's resolution this is a swear word free zone). "Noob" was our one word replacement to all other forms of insults. Just so that you know, it essentially means something close to "rank-amateur".
            Nishant made a terribly big deal of keeping the ball in play(We had to keep kicking it before it bounced on the ground and the one who let it bounce was out. If you hadn't figured that out yet, heaven help you) oblivious to Ajay's discomfort,"Dude let him talk about the girl man."
            The ball flew neatly over to Dins, KABOOM! A cannonball would have travelled slower. The ball flew at light-speed to Rahul who was so busy staring at the exact opposite direction that it hit the small on his back and knocked him over cleanly. "That's a foul, I want a redo...."
          
             I was walking back to my room thinking about the new girl in college. Well she wasn't exactly new but I'd only noticed her now thanks to her. Girls, I thought, can't live with them, can't live without them. I was rudely brought out of my clichéd stream of thought by my room-mates harsh voice. "Dude, where you been?"
            I looked up. Sam was staring at me, he took a puff of his cigarette and blew a smoke ring in the air. I watched the ring go up in the air. Things like that always amused me. "If I had a penny for the number of times I've asked you not to smoke indoors..."
            "What?"
             "I said don't smoke inside the damn room!"
             "What was that crap you blabbered earlier?"
             "It's the same thing", my tone was getting more and more irritable.
             "What were you doing for so long?"
              "Hanging out with friends"
              "How come I've never seen them", Sam wanted to know, he was taking the last puff of his cigarette.
              "Who are you, my mother? If you wanna smoke indoors again, find a new room!", I turned the light off, plonked myself in bed and fell asleep almost immediately.
          

Disclaimer!

 Just so that we are clear, the work here is purely fiction and not essentially an "autobiography". The character names and environment around the protagonist remains the same purely due to the absolute  laziness of the author to invent new outlandish names so as not to offend anyone...
More to come
Cheers...

Prologue (modified a bit for blog):

             The passerby stared at me in disgust. It was raining heavily(I don't quite like the "cats and dogs" phrase, one of the few million things i don't like) and it's not like i told him i wouldn't let him under my terribly conspicuous green umbrella. Dressed in  too-baggy trousers and a denim jacket covering most of my favorite Van Heusen shirt, with one hand inside my jacket protecting my precious cargo, the other was twirling the umbrella around unnecessarily acting like a turbine tossing the rain water on people around me. An usual amount fell on my friend here who gave me a dirty look and kept walking. I mouthed a sorry and kept walking and twirling.

            I folded my umbrella carefully, sheathed it  and put it inside my bag. It was a dorky looking umbrella, green and flowery and i didn't want anyone laughing at it... Not today! I waved at the obese MBA student who boarded the bus along with me everyday and kept quiet today because there was a feeling in my stomach which was quite similar to not having one at all. The iPod chose this moment to play "Bed of roses" by Bon Jovi. I tugged the earphones out and stuffed it back in my pocket, i couldn't stand the damn song(don't get me wrong, i love Bon Jovi... different reason different story.. .we'll get there we'll get there). I was feeling queasy all over like i was a first time suicide bomber(What the heck, they are all first time!).

           A fog horn startled me out of my reverie. My college bus's horn sounded like hagrid's brother(can't spell that damn name even if my life depended on it) blowing his giant nose during a bout of influenza. The bus screeched to a halt and i started having second thoughts. A lot of what ifs came into my head. I shook them off my head(read as tried to shake them off). I'd been saying what if for two years now, i told myself. Desmond Hume from LOST was telling me, "you can do it brotha!". Yeah right, just what i needed, delusions of a half mad raving lunatic from a tv show egging me on(but hey! everybody loves desmond!).

           I allowed the fat bloke to waddle into the bus and gave him two mins to clear the path for me, the driver looked at me and honked extra hard. The way he was pressing it, it was as if it was my nose there. Shuddering i climbed in. In one swift, fluid movement i knelt on one knee, gasped inwardly at the sudden pain shooting through, removed the bunch of daisies hidden inside my denim coat raised it to eye level, noticed my ID card's tag hanging ignominiously to the edge of a daisy, hastily let it fall to the floor, raised a gruff voice which sounded like axl rose having a throatache, and said, "******(censored to add suspense to the rest of the story, this is just a prologue you cheap gits!) I love you!"
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Hey all

Hey guys, i just quit gaming and finding no other way to spend my time, decided to blog. Not really encouraging right? I thought the same too. Lets see how it turns out. Or doesn't. cheers