Well, I had just sent an article of mine to the Woman's Era. And guess what? It got published... I am just putting it on the blog for those people who wouldn't be getting the issue in hand... lol!
The real thing is that my bathroom is cluttered with stones, sticks, chappals, shoes and even one of a pair of beautiful new high heeled shoes and you goddit, I am waiting for the other shoe, for not only am I a bathroom singer, I am also the world’s stingiest person alive (of course, next only to the Guinness record-holder…even I don’t collect soap chippings and create a new soap.). Let’s face it; I don’t waste my money on things I can get for free. My singing has led to our colony winning ‘The Noisiest Colony’ Award… but do they give me credit? Uh-uh…no way and they say I am the stingy person here!!! Tightfisted colony!!! Really, my neighbors have pleaded, begged mercy, prayers, fought, showed fists, then given up and, guess what, finally joined the cult of BSA!!!
Have you not heard of BSA, not the bike folks--more like, Bathroom Singers Association—more like Bathroom Singers Affrayoonion! Well! I am its President…my bad luck! And tomorrow I am gonna resign from the “Prestigious Post of Presidentship”, i.e. PPP. With that, I am free like a bird. As if! (I luv saying those words, man!!!)
Actually, I am the President of the teenage wing of our dear old BSA, and did you know that this “Celebrated and Deemed Organization” gets the “Best Debating Team” Award too…as I said insiders call it the AFFRAYoonion. The Presidentship is a highly sought-after and lucrative post…yes, you do get paid! Our aim is ‘the betterment of human beings, but primarily that of the bathroom singers from all the nook and cranny of this earth’. And my ambition, as an up and coming ‘Restroom musicist’ (our other word for the same), is to become one of the greatest and to conquer the earth with my power of making music in the restroom, plus to earn the fresh wads and rolls of those sweet-smelling, crisp and papered greens…you know what I mean!
Anyways, I am not just a Bathroom Singer. I am also a Thinker, more of a Big Potty Thinker…I know-it’s gross, but when I do Big Potty Thinking, I get great ideas like that of the telescope… Hans Lippershey and Galileo … really great people, talented too. So talented that they took off with my idea many years before I was born!!!
Anyways, the BSA legacy has deteriorated due to the world’s mammoth water problem and this led to world’s careful use of water and a reduced amount of shower time. This meant a significant drop in our activity. So to all of you who are reading this terribly written, but (!!!I hope!!!) informative piece, that you try and uphold this legacy of using the greatest instrument God has given you, your mouth. Sing a ding in the bath as if it’s your last. God has given you a mouth for a purpose. If you are ashamed of it in public, God has given you the even more valuable gift—the Bathroom. So enjoy…
PS- For a membership in the BSA, contact 190-4425-BATH-01…
Signing off,
Yours faithfully,
The BSA youth-wing President.
Confessions of a Teenage Bathroom Singer
(Confessions as in confessions of my dreams, and not as in confessions of any thing, good or bad done by me, which are next to naught, zip, nil, etc.)
I am the greatest ‘Bathroom Singer’ of all times…you wanna know why? One day, as usual, I was having my bath, and naturally I was singing. Turned out that my singing was so loud that even my neighbors could hear it. At that time they had a guest, a music director by fluke, who loved my song. He came over and signed me for one of his forthcoming films. My joy knew no bounds…as if!!!(Confessions as in confessions of my dreams, and not as in confessions of any thing, good or bad done by me, which are next to naught, zip, nil, etc.)
The real thing is that my bathroom is cluttered with stones, sticks, chappals, shoes and even one of a pair of beautiful new high heeled shoes and you goddit, I am waiting for the other shoe, for not only am I a bathroom singer, I am also the world’s stingiest person alive (of course, next only to the Guinness record-holder…even I don’t collect soap chippings and create a new soap.). Let’s face it; I don’t waste my money on things I can get for free. My singing has led to our colony winning ‘The Noisiest Colony’ Award… but do they give me credit? Uh-uh…no way and they say I am the stingy person here!!! Tightfisted colony!!! Really, my neighbors have pleaded, begged mercy, prayers, fought, showed fists, then given up and, guess what, finally joined the cult of BSA!!!
Have you not heard of BSA, not the bike folks--more like, Bathroom Singers Association—more like Bathroom Singers Affrayoonion! Well! I am its President…my bad luck! And tomorrow I am gonna resign from the “Prestigious Post of Presidentship”, i.e. PPP. With that, I am free like a bird. As if! (I luv saying those words, man!!!)
Actually, I am the President of the teenage wing of our dear old BSA, and did you know that this “Celebrated and Deemed Organization” gets the “Best Debating Team” Award too…as I said insiders call it the AFFRAYoonion. The Presidentship is a highly sought-after and lucrative post…yes, you do get paid! Our aim is ‘the betterment of human beings, but primarily that of the bathroom singers from all the nook and cranny of this earth’. And my ambition, as an up and coming ‘Restroom musicist’ (our other word for the same), is to become one of the greatest and to conquer the earth with my power of making music in the restroom, plus to earn the fresh wads and rolls of those sweet-smelling, crisp and papered greens…you know what I mean!
Anyways, I am not just a Bathroom Singer. I am also a Thinker, more of a Big Potty Thinker…I know-it’s gross, but when I do Big Potty Thinking, I get great ideas like that of the telescope… Hans Lippershey and Galileo … really great people, talented too. So talented that they took off with my idea many years before I was born!!!
Anyways, the BSA legacy has deteriorated due to the world’s mammoth water problem and this led to world’s careful use of water and a reduced amount of shower time. This meant a significant drop in our activity. So to all of you who are reading this terribly written, but (!!!I hope!!!) informative piece, that you try and uphold this legacy of using the greatest instrument God has given you, your mouth. Sing a ding in the bath as if it’s your last. God has given you a mouth for a purpose. If you are ashamed of it in public, God has given you the even more valuable gift—the Bathroom. So enjoy…
PS- For a membership in the BSA, contact 190-4425-BATH-01…
Signing off,
Yours faithfully,
The BSA youth-wing President.
Exams....Listen 2 me crib :-
Right in the middle of the exams and I am here writing this blog. sad situation. and to say my marks are going down would be an understatement.Finished 3 of my exams-chemistry, computer and math. Chemistry was actually better than i expected; computer was good, but my god i make the silliest of all mistakes--just kick me and as for math it was like being in a whirlpool. saw the 1st question, ran to the back of the question paper. saw those questions and just had to keep turning the pages to get a question which i knew or at least had seen before. at last the mission was accomplished. when i came out of the exam hall, i could say that i'd done the exam well. at least i wont flunk.
Tomorrow, its english. therefore its time for me to sit back and relax not that you'll ever
get marks in this. at least you dont have to worry cos worrying will never help. Went through the thw lessons and all, but its all luck based tomorrow, and of course the ma'am's mood when she's correcting our papers.The last exam is physics. that remins me... i've to go and learn that now itself. so see ya. will crib later!! take care till next time! ummmmmaaaaaa.
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