Don't A-a-RG-u-U

just another boring day , another exalt worthy duration of my sleep, the sun as bright as ever... hopped on my ride... disbelievingly early this time , as i rode through the gridlocked traffic i never stopped thinking 'Wat made me get up so early and leave for the so called first day at college?'.. it'as axiomatic that i lost track of my thought with 2PAC screaming into my ears with his "California love"...

anyways... i was buoyant about the fact that i will be able to show my prowess in the field of seniority at college and wanted more or less the same share of initial college days' fun as everyone . The cupidity no wonder lasted a little less longer than i thought it would, there i was at the college gate standing behind something u might refer as to a line, okay .. not a line...but a clutter of hoi polloi in their jeans and shirts and Wat not...

yea.. so this dubiousness overcame my light hearted mood... and i began to ask people around wat was happening and why 'the' mess.. and then this guy told me that there is something wrong with the authorities and they aren't letting people IN.. and then i heard the security guard guy say.. "aap uniform mai nahin hain.. aap andar nahin jaa sakte" and TOTALLY understood who is the author o this riddle, it'as the new advisor of the college, the one who is apparently INcharge of every thin that happens in and around the campus.

i told people in front of me to step aside and let me go in.. and then came the guard again whom i now was in sight of.. as i was totally confident with the clothing of mine i told to him to move it... and so he did.. i was just roughly at a distance of 1/2 odd metres past him wen i came across what seemed like a jury.. all waiting to take my case , like i was a newly entering criminal at the pseudo-Tihar.. and the jailers waiting for someone like me to enter , ready to pounce .

"where u are going?" asked the advisor.. "to the class sir " i said in a placid tone, " u are not in uniform !" he said... " i sure am sir" i said self-assured ..
"yeh pant kaali nahin hai.. tum bahut over smart samajhte ho apne aap ko.. DON'T A-argu-U!!!" ..
'but sir this is a black pair of jeans which has slightly faded' ....
"U know u are being wrong and then also u A-argu-U! u not know the rules and then u A-argu-U" ..
"but sir..."
"DON'T AARGUUUU!"

and within a flash of a second.. i hit the electric start as it'as meant for occasions like this.. revved up the engine like it should have.. turned and disappeared...

The thought that still boggles me.. is if we have mentors like this all around us... we would anyways end up A-argu-Uing than not...

and as the famous journalist of the page three of HT city says..

such is life dearies..

Duality is a part of the instinct,
lies don't need a reason,
the rage inside the innocent soul ,
doesn't need a messenger

i'm hollow inside my naked self,
feel the emptyness tearin me apart,
u can't help urself out,
of the stinkin sinkin world

Ugly faces all around u ,
and u wanna be one of them,
nobody needs the tru u,
and u wanna be the one,
the one they want u to