My cardboard crown….

..gosh!!!i still remember d day far too clearly..d previous night I had slept peacefully enjoying d fact dat d next day was a holiday…nw before I continue..u jst hv to know this dat m a complete sloth n I loooooovv sleeping..so d mere thought of a holiday is extraordinarily intriguing to me…n I gladly retire to bed smiling ,switching my alarm off..because I don’t hv to get up d next morning…

Okay!!!coming to dat particular day dat I was discussing..well it was pretty much one of those lucky days 4 me wen I hd peacefully slept unknown of the adventures dat wer bout to unfold the very next day…

I remember getting irritated by the loud pitch voice of my matron shouting AISHWARY!! AISHWARYA…dat morning…my alarm was obviously snoozing itself…n I was praying to god in my sleep to let a second aishwarya appear in d hostel dat morning so dat I cud continue my priceless sleep..bt this obviously did nt happen…as always!!

Here I forgot to tell u about d reason of the holidy…COLLEGE ELECTIONS…I so loved it at the tym I had heard it..2 days holiday 4 no particular reason…since the college student union was being selected…okay people!!Sorry bt I got distracted again..

Coming back to the screeching of my matron..well..my tutor guardian was calling me so dat she had somebody in the elections who was representing our department…since evry1 was busy sleeping back home…n I had obviously becum the ‘bali ka bakra’..bcoz I stayed in the college hostel…oh was I pissed guys…I was duh pissed..n hence I locked myself in a friends room n slept again..bt the screeching did nt stop..

N unfortunately I was dragged out of that locked room, without even washing my face, in a crumbled out-of-the-dirt-basket uniform..With my swelled up eyes…to the college…n guess wat??i just didn’t become the class representative of my class..but also the president of the college n the student union …n if this was nt enuf I was also elected the president of the literary  and cultural society..BLESS MY STARS..

MY CARDBOARD CROWN  was rightly at its place..wen I was standing next to my principal n director..in a crumbled uniform..n uncombed hair..getting clicked by a professional photograph…wats even worse s dat I saw dat photo of mine in ol d local newspapers d very next day…n along wid the student union oath I myself took the oath of being a chilled out  and free-to-all president..since ths CARDBOARD CROWN of mine was shoved on to me with ol kind of hitlership..(if dats a word)…n d worst ......was about to start 4 d college..becoz I had had enuf…n  nw it was their  turn..i ll show them wat badla s 4 real..n I did…my princi has still nt been able to cum out of the sadma dat I kept giving her 4 d entire tenure f my presidentship…she ll nvr 4get me..i made sure dat she never does…

D cardboard crown had spent its worth..yet again..;p..huhuhahaaa..!!