So i looked around and I found out that there is kick boxing and Rugby that I can try my hands on during weekends when am here in Bangalore. But what to do is what am thinking about? I mean rugby would be fun. Running around, a chance to get something broken in my body. With kick boxing I get to do what I have been thinking about doing for well over a year. But then again I will be inside confined space not a big of it. The same reason why I don't go to the gym more than twice. Though its a different issue the guy never lets me in again because am cribbing so much. But yeah the open spaces will be nice. Think me will go the rugby way. I just need trainers and shorts. I think I have both of them lying somewhere. Lets see if am sober enough to remember this on saturday evening and go there. Shoudl be fun if I do go there.
Its morning again, I can hear the darned birds chirping outside, with my eyes still closed I can hear the ticking sound of the wall clock like the irritating sound of the water faucet dripping. The water faucet never drips in my house, because I don't like it dripping, like the way mom's head was dripping blood, and flooded the floor and spoiled the carpet. I like everything neat and clean. My name is Amul. I believe my father was especially fascinated by the utterly butterly delicious girl. Though I have a liking towards her myself I don't like to acknowledge that to anybody. Though not many people have actually found out about this connection. But am aware of this because my father during one of his happy drunken moods told me about this. And those are rare cases. I know for a fact that even if am genetically part of my father, I will never become like him. I study in the 7 th grade. And I like my school. My favorite subject is math. I don't understand why people...
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