"Platform pramank do par aane wali local,
7.12 minute ki churchgate ke liye Jallad local hain..
Yeh local pe chadne ke liye aap ko raat ko jaldi sona.
aur subhe waqt pe uthna zaroori hain..
" These words were more sacred than a gayatri mantra or reading the bible before sleeping,
since getting up the next morning was to be dreaded like that itching..
Itching of that sack which held the marbles of secretion,
connected to the pipe which very well knew its mission ;)
The alarm rang not once but twice and the snooze made it ring nine times,
I woke up saying, "lag gaye beta ab going to college won't suffice"
The next morning I kept my alarm to ring at 4,
for college at 7 made me stand on that streets like that unworthy whore
Sat on the pot with the seizure emptying the stock,
suddenly a voice from out," kya kar raha hain andar, baal nikal raha hain kya tu hairy bandar" ;)
Ayla mummy, out I ran n she made my reason to go to college more firm
,but That call it was that killed it off, oh I was numb *blush*
"She called, she called wow she wants me in college,
I was excited like that other unused foil taken out the gargabe..
Had half a bread gave the bitch the rest
,she barked wagging her tail saying bow bow BOW BOW BOW, It meant," may yu conquer Her, yes your quest".. ;)
" 'Bhaiya', jogeshwari station,
and I sat into that 3 wheeler of joy..
But one minute, where Was that Railway pass and my playboy can,
weeped I on reaching the station,
I felt like that ulgy tan
Zindagi dheeme ho gayi ab kaise karu usse impress,
by the time I reach college I would look like that unwanted pest..
I took a vow somehow to sneak through the sweaty armpits,
saw my jannath local on platform number 4 and struggled through the crowd out like a spastic..
Why are stations crowded god damnit,
I will personally strategize the population policy to the pm oh my thought was so divine,
wish It would be drafted
The train left as if telling me while shrugging through
wake up on time son,Stop living life like a pornstar where you cant even CUM
I walked dismantled so n missed being hit by a train whilest pickin up my cap
A song similar to that Hera Pheri movie played in the head non stop
That tune was the anthem of life describin your stability or rhythm today
That sentence defined not only me but Most of you babua's too
"Jallad Local Annar aahe, Tula Thokoon Jaanaar aahe"
Through the mind of a teenager...
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