Gaand mein danda

Have you ever been part of a gang? Not the mafia… no to naxalites… bye bye ulfa…just your friends… your regulars…

If you ever have been then will understand …

What do they jaw-exercise on when they hang out? Well, not the one I am doing is fit for answering that but try to give my best shot. The topics range from ant’s wink to getting laid on mars. Of all, Mean of the topic-probability density curve, packet-pumping is my darling. I have done PhD on that. I am the best. Am I? Let’s see…

What is this packet-pumping? – It’s a branch of human science where people in tune with the rest all choose & make their victims surrender for a laughing-horse-ride until targeted.

Confused? Ok, in simple terms you make him / her (looser…) do unpant-doggie stuff.

Though this science has not got its due, which one day will, for unknown reasons - has lot to offer – shit-makes-sense feeling – I-am-the-best feeling – sucking-rocks feeling – size-does-matter feeling lot like that.

What are the social benefits of it? – Waste-management…

Who does it best? Us …

Why?
Ask me, for that matter any of my friends, who does it all the time in the gatherings – get this right away – if true to you - winning over others wit and charm gives fun – ugly brother-ego gets food. It seems as if our prime-motive is to pull everybody down and handstand on them. It’s a non-stop masti for all but the center.
Let me introduce the main character first – we call him the center, bakara – there are many names though. Every gang has one I guess.
But for the center it is mayhem. The best part of it is no one knows in advance who the next “bakara” will be. You get to see the gravity-defying table turners – who give poor politicians run for their money.


Cut the crap…

I really don’t understand the inherent motive of a person who gets that jubilation by making others pose for a kick-his-balls look. Have we become so blind that we can’t see our friend’s suffering? Why is it eating so much of our invaluable time? Why?

Why me?

I think it’s my birth right. I have it in my blood I guess. Can’t help but… Kaating...