‘The adventures of Alexander the Black’
Hi I’m Dion. I think that it’s only fair that I thank Rathz for giving me this ‘5 minutes of fame’ on the World Wide Web. ‘Rats’ as I’ll now refer to Rathz’, gave me an interesting topic to display my writing talents, which has been assessed by the ETS as the worst 32% in GRE history. The Alex I refer to is not the Great of yore but the Black Diamond whom the girls refer to as an absolute ‘BORE’.
To Alex the Pratt, no 'hard feelings' dude (no I mean seriously and no pun intended). Ya right I also know I'm asking for too much there. We the members of our esteemed college are proud to say that we have our very own new 'Playboy Sensation'. He has been at this game of Cat and Mouse for a very long time, though our new Supernova Casanova burst (the explosion was a black one) onto the scene in college just a few months back wining and dinning the non-male population of our college, which I must say improved drastically with the advent of 2005 and seems to be receding as quickly with the stampede that is 2006(though Rats will beg to differ). It all started over a dinner of Chinese food (No I think it was Indian food in China town or was it 'Hong Kong') which I refused to be part of. Slowly though it did progress, our Cock (Rooster) just kept at it (I must say perseverance does pay). Alex is worse than the mongrels that live around us (Even they have an attachment period longer than our wild cat), his ever expanding harem or as I like to call it 'le ménage à quatre'- I know three's company but puleeez four's a crowd dude- is like a runaway snowball rolling downhill gaining momentum and baggage on the way and seems like it ain't gonna stop anytime soon. This self proclaimed STUD is the least chivalrous male on the earth; he makes girls stand and talk to him while he sits on his 'throne'(the telephone junction box). He even kept a poor unsuspecting girl outside in the sun yapping for four hours of BORING idle chatter (She had to go without lunch that day, and so did he by the way). This was all caught on our very own 'Candid Camera Show', the poor girl looked both bored to death and starved. Of course the sneaky photography could only have been done by the one and only sneaky Cook who resides among us.
The supposed fairer sex of this esteemed Institution that we proudly call our own, have a staple diet of Ice-creams and the delicacies Suddha has to offer (The eatables there are so tasteless that they make the oily and salty food-due the grime of I don't want to know which parts of the human anatomy- of the famous 'thelas' that can be found around this dump of a Steel city (Village) that we were forced to call home) seem unearthly (they surely are). While the mess food can be blamed for this pitiful state(holes in the pockets) that has befallen the 'duffers' whom I call my friends(they themselves make the refugees of 'Uganda' and 'Ethiopia' look healthy), we now know the reason the 'Fat Mamas' we have in college; their very own 'Sugar Daddy’s'. Most (and I mean MOST, NOT ALL) of the girls in this place don’t realise that relationships are about both giving and taking. I can’t blame them too much though as they do give up their time (but then, all of us have got soooooo much of it and we ain’t doing much good with it). So my friends BE VERY CAREFUL, our institute has got more picpocketers than the streets of Rome (not all of them are like that though, you get some gold veins in this 'mother lode' of Mata Haris).
Getting back to our own 'Gangster of Love', or so he thinks he is (he uses Dynamite instead of Axe). He used to have a side-kick called Nicks (Sorry Nicks but Alex tera baap ban gaya in sab maamlo mein). The both of them made Beevus & Butthead look extremely intelligent (at least their walking styles did), skulking around the GH (Great Hoax) at odd hours of the day and night. I'm at a loss to decide who was who though Nicks actually does look like Beevus and Alex is an African version of Butthead. They have gone their separate ways since with Nicks resorting to cheap cat-calls and Alex to his bulging back pocket. I have bad news for Alex though, I'm the real "Gangsta of Luuuv' coz I use Axe and I've had lectures from the one and only 'LOVE GURU' who is the CG and Rud(de)r of the sinking and decrepit ship that is called 'The Executive'
I think I've ranted on long enough. My comments here have or will probably ruffle a few feathers (if anyone does read this), so I'm going into hiding. My sincere apologies to those I've offended (ya right), though I fear no-one will be reading this post (according to Rats I've been the only one to visit his blog in a while and he needed this pot stirrer (I don't even know if that’s a word, but allow me some poetic freedom) of a story to increase his viewer ship-I don't know the net lingo for that).
Ciao et Sianora
Hi I’m Dion. I think that it’s only fair that I thank Rathz for giving me this ‘5 minutes of fame’ on the World Wide Web. ‘Rats’ as I’ll now refer to Rathz’, gave me an interesting topic to display my writing talents, which has been assessed by the ETS as the worst 32% in GRE history. The Alex I refer to is not the Great of yore but the Black Diamond whom the girls refer to as an absolute ‘BORE’.
To Alex the Pratt, no 'hard feelings' dude (no I mean seriously and no pun intended). Ya right I also know I'm asking for too much there. We the members of our esteemed college are proud to say that we have our very own new 'Playboy Sensation'. He has been at this game of Cat and Mouse for a very long time, though our new Supernova Casanova burst (the explosion was a black one) onto the scene in college just a few months back wining and dinning the non-male population of our college, which I must say improved drastically with the advent of 2005 and seems to be receding as quickly with the stampede that is 2006(though Rats will beg to differ). It all started over a dinner of Chinese food (No I think it was Indian food in China town or was it 'Hong Kong') which I refused to be part of. Slowly though it did progress, our Cock (Rooster) just kept at it (I must say perseverance does pay). Alex is worse than the mongrels that live around us (Even they have an attachment period longer than our wild cat), his ever expanding harem or as I like to call it 'le ménage à quatre'- I know three's company but puleeez four's a crowd dude- is like a runaway snowball rolling downhill gaining momentum and baggage on the way and seems like it ain't gonna stop anytime soon. This self proclaimed STUD is the least chivalrous male on the earth; he makes girls stand and talk to him while he sits on his 'throne'(the telephone junction box). He even kept a poor unsuspecting girl outside in the sun yapping for four hours of BORING idle chatter (She had to go without lunch that day, and so did he by the way). This was all caught on our very own 'Candid Camera Show', the poor girl looked both bored to death and starved. Of course the sneaky photography could only have been done by the one and only sneaky Cook who resides among us.
The supposed fairer sex of this esteemed Institution that we proudly call our own, have a staple diet of Ice-creams and the delicacies Suddha has to offer (The eatables there are so tasteless that they make the oily and salty food-due the grime of I don't want to know which parts of the human anatomy- of the famous 'thelas' that can be found around this dump of a Steel city (Village) that we were forced to call home) seem unearthly (they surely are). While the mess food can be blamed for this pitiful state(holes in the pockets) that has befallen the 'duffers' whom I call my friends(they themselves make the refugees of 'Uganda' and 'Ethiopia' look healthy), we now know the reason the 'Fat Mamas' we have in college; their very own 'Sugar Daddy’s'. Most (and I mean MOST, NOT ALL) of the girls in this place don’t realise that relationships are about both giving and taking. I can’t blame them too much though as they do give up their time (but then, all of us have got soooooo much of it and we ain’t doing much good with it). So my friends BE VERY CAREFUL, our institute has got more picpocketers than the streets of Rome (not all of them are like that though, you get some gold veins in this 'mother lode' of Mata Haris).
Getting back to our own 'Gangster of Love', or so he thinks he is (he uses Dynamite instead of Axe). He used to have a side-kick called Nicks (Sorry Nicks but Alex tera baap ban gaya in sab maamlo mein). The both of them made Beevus & Butthead look extremely intelligent (at least their walking styles did), skulking around the GH (Great Hoax) at odd hours of the day and night. I'm at a loss to decide who was who though Nicks actually does look like Beevus and Alex is an African version of Butthead. They have gone their separate ways since with Nicks resorting to cheap cat-calls and Alex to his bulging back pocket. I have bad news for Alex though, I'm the real "Gangsta of Luuuv' coz I use Axe and I've had lectures from the one and only 'LOVE GURU' who is the CG and Rud(de)r of the sinking and decrepit ship that is called 'The Executive'
I think I've ranted on long enough. My comments here have or will probably ruffle a few feathers (if anyone does read this), so I'm going into hiding. My sincere apologies to those I've offended (ya right), though I fear no-one will be reading this post (according to Rats I've been the only one to visit his blog in a while and he needed this pot stirrer (I don't even know if that’s a word, but allow me some poetic freedom) of a story to increase his viewer ship-I don't know the net lingo for that).
Ciao et Sianora
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