I couldn’t post about my 3rd flat tyre event due to some busy schedule of Malcolm’s fire sites project. The university campus police is out of its mind. If you stop your car in front of any hostel in campus premises, and leave for 5 minutes, so when you do come back, just open up the trunk and start preparing to change at least one of the tyres left flat by the jack ass police personnels. The reason behind this tyre flattening is justified with an argument, “Your car might get stolen” God damn it, if there is crime concerning car snatching or stealing, you better catch the accused and not to puncture the tyres. If any policeman of university campus seeing this post, (which i really doubt, I don’t expect these illiterates using computer..), listen up !   F*U*C*K Y*O*U !

Being into hostel for exam preparations for a few days, I’ve noticed guys on cell phone with shy smiling face, all around. As soon as hostel mess finishes and “shareef” (decent) guys start studying or prepare for sleep, lover boys come out like wolves to find a lonely and calm place and call their respective “bachian” (chicks) who’ve been waiting for the cellphone to ring either at hostel lawn or at their own room or drawing-room or kitchen or sometimes if mom dad are feared to interfere, even in the washroom with a tap opened pretending to wash hands, and that hand washing continues until Fajjar prayers. Its really weird to find boys sitting on hostel roofs in chilling cool weather and as you pass by them, you’ll here a sweet girl voice. (that makes me even more angry since am still single). (more…)