4 days ago i was wid mom and i was coming back from dadar......the song tere bina jiya nahin jaaye by fuzon was playin on the fm and i was enjoyin the drive.....little did i know that,that night drive would cost me 7 grands!!! bhenchod!!
as i reached the mahim church signal i looked towards the church and did the cross symbol...the one that christians do usually.....and i prayed for well being....
and suddenly this guy comes out of nowhere like an angel.....warning me that there were sparks flying off my cars bonnet through the grills and i felt so fuckin worked up.....but luckily my guardian angel that guy who warned me stayed there to help me out.....i parked the car after the signal and opened the bonnet up....all those parts looked like parts of a jigsaw puzzle...i couldnt fucking understand one fucking thing!.....but then there he was that angel who helped me understand what happened.....and then he found and electrician for me too....and the electrician was another angel who repaired my car and replaced the defected part.....the only thing i could do was pay him his dues and not trouble him further....but then me being the wretched soul i was i told him to mail me the bill for that partt by post.....i wrote my address down on a piece of paper with lot of shame in my eyes and i gave it to him requesting him to mail me the bill.....
2 days passed by and the bill didnt arrive.....and he had told me he would mail it within two days.....i give him the benefit of doubt....afterall he was the angel who saved me that night....or else my car would have exploded and i would have been the headlines of the papers the next day!!then i somehow conjure up enough shameless ness to call him...oh my fucking god am gonna call him and trouble him for the bill and prove it to him as to how big an asshole i am!but then i needed the bill to claim insurance....fuck it i said and called him anyway....
now comes the twist in the story.....the number he gave me and i had given a missed call to that night was no longer his.....damn it!the person on the other end politely said it was not farrukh.....and i hung up.....then i called him a few more times till the person on the other end abused me andd told me to hang up....
thats when the realisation dawned onto me that i was not saved but i was rather conned...and those 2 mothafuckas were not angels but devils own servants!!and i was livid....livid with myself for fucking letting my fuckingself down!bhenchod how cud i let some one to make a CHUTYA outta me!.....damn it....
i went looking for those two again today and then i got a few more confirmations about my foolishness and how they had made a chutya outta me.....and here i am writing this blog with a tag on my forehead which reads...chutya.....but then i see the promos of shahrukhs show....kya aap pachvi pass sey tez hain??? and i decide to change the tag and make it..."NAHIN MEIN PACHVI PASS SEY TEZ NAHIN....KUCH LOG MUJHE CHUTYA BANA GAYEIN HAIN.....BHENCHOD!"
but then as i conclude this am thinking that am not that bad afterall....if i was a fifth grader i would probably not be driving let alone trying to figure out what went wrong with my car.....and those peeps would probably spare a 5th grader in any case assuming that they had a conscience....anyways i can try all i want to console myself over my chutiyagiri but its not gonna change that i have been robbed...conned....
huh this is looking like an advertisement for my chutiyagiri but i need to vent this shite out somewhere and i guess it had to be this place!
signing off now to sip on my coffee....need it real bad...adios
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