Mai jab school mai tha tb usski shaddi hue thi par jab jaise jaise mai bada ho rha tha mujhe woh aatrative lagne lagi jaada baat nhi hoti thi saal mai...ek baar jab hamare bldg mai ‘satya-ranayan’ ki pooja hoti thi har saal 26th January ko tab.woh hamesha saree phenti thi par sab kabhi kabhi dress phenti thi. usske boobs dress par se dikhte the because woh duppata nhi phenti thi kabhi, usske boobs jaada bade nhi thi but acche lagte the normal the.mujhe mansi pe intrest aur bhi badh jaya jab mujhe. But it’s OK because other people forgot they Even knew you!!!You realize you’re never going to be really good at anything ... Especially bowls OR GolfThe things you used to care to do, you no longer care to do, but you really do care that you don’t care to do them anymore.You sleep better on a lounge chair with the TV blaring than in bed. It’s Called “pre-sleep”.You miss the days when everything worked with just an “ON” and “OFF” Switch...You tend to use more 4 letter words.... I reached the principal’s office and threw open the door. His secretary was on her knees in front of him sucking him off as he reclined in his chair. "I quit," I said. "You win. I want out. I am going back to the ladies college."The principal didn't even have the manners to look me in the face. He stared at my breasts and began to force his secretaries head up and down. "What seems to be the trouble?" he asked. "What is the trouble?!?" I said. "Are you serious!"Before he could answer the school. You get beat and you just play again. Thinking this time is the time I win. The time that I win big. The time that for one fuckin brief moment in time everything aligns in my favour for once. Is it really asking that much to get a fuckin lucky break. Just once. That fate, fickle circumstance, God himself, is for one moment actually looking out for your interests instead of every other fucker's. Who gets to decide whose dreams live and whose get pushed aside? "What the fuck?" I wailed. throwing.