So I've screamed so loud in the pathetically confined space of the car, that my face is bloodshot right now. I had my mum sitting next to me, whose hearing capacities are top notch, but I really felt like I'm expecting a deaf person to hear me out.

I've always comfortably agreed to the existence of a "generation gap". But it's capable of pissing me off to the fucking limit. Actually it succeeds in stretching the limit every time. It's unbelievable how my levels of piss dom are like this magical elastic band which can get stretched, tear and in the very next instance are ready to be stretched again.

I can't imagine myself how angry I am right now. I've started to exercise what they say in theory about gulping your anger. But hota he nai. You have to find an outlet to all the anger and how pointless is pushing it back into your system. I think I can wear layers of those jackets people wear while riding, not the regular ones, sweat it out even in this freezing chill and still be angry.

One word- Bhenchod

More words- I have thought many a time of extending my vocabulary beyond these three words. But they fit so unbelievable well here that I'd be only fooling my expression to have not used them. KYA SCENE HAI? Sabka kya scene hai.

Even if you burn the space between the three compartments on each finger, to create infinite levels, you won't be able to count the number of times I have sworn to be indifferent to the idiotic notions that exist in various heads. I mean the very notion of a notion emerges out of a varsity of opinion residing in different thought processes. So yes, I do think that it's best to accept and not compare. But nahi hota hai. It just doesn't happen. It's like the worst kind of theory that can never find an practical execution through my flawed personality. Then again, I might think that it's not flawed. It's just my individualistic outburst.