everyone got down as their names were called out.rapunzels,cindrellas,rumpelstilskins

....my goodness where did i hear all those names before!!!Bus was empty except for one mouse sitting next to my seat .he asked me which stop do i get down.i said i was never assigned one...and asked him where his was..he told me that lion has been trapped in the last stop.seeing me puzzled ,he told me that he was the mouse from the story "symbiotic relationship between a trapped lion and a caught mouse" and asked me wat my story was.i said i don't have one and perhaps i will write one soon.mouse told me that whole world is fed up with stories.all permutations and combinations have been done.all worries have been worried abt and all happines have been happied abt.i asked him if theer can be a story of a bus crash in which the guy escapes miraculously and live happily ever after.he told me that people will be least interested in such a plain story,no twists and no turns .while i was contemplating an escape i noticed how small the mouse was....gentlemen,i am ashamed to tell u wat happened next...Instead of Mr.mouse i got down at the last station and walked towards the lion in the net.he asked me where mr.mouse was.i answered that i killed mr.mouse...and i killed him just coz i wanted to mess up stories".when the alarm rang at 5.am the first question that passed me was "what is your story?".I murmured"i am Mr.mouse who didn't free the lion and repents least about it"
(note:All lower primary dudes after that fateful day drew jalebis on the lone blank page in their english text books.)

"Do u have girlfriend?""Wat do u think?Is it possible for me to have one?""hmmmm.....No""why?""u r not that type?""Which type?".No i don't ask the last question coz i know which type.predictably someone who suddenly felt an urge and forcibly kissed the lady standing next to him at the bus stop or type can stand for a bunch of romantic roadside romeos.mostly i belong to the type titled "A bunch of unromantic bookworms" who according to the public ,doesn't know exactly "wat life is all about?".Every time when people assume i am innocent, i don't feel happy.they just meant that i am not that murderer who ruthlessly shot 10 people including a chubby little kid of 3 in montenegro.I get so many adjectives these days.even people in the streets know wat kind of man i am.I have got so many files named "How mithun think and act?" or "After all wat is mithun all about?"If there is only one person on earth who take maximum time to fill about myself column of my orkut profile,we can assume that this guy's name is mithun.he has typical indian complexion.he is 5.7(he is 1mm short of it.but if u think of distance between earth and sun u won't mind adding 1 mm to mithun's height).U can easily recognise him in a crowd.if there is one person who leaves a thought across ur mind that reads "Isn't that he is shaking his head toomuch?",he must unmistakably be this guy.If u find him plz tell him that it is natural that people get bored with orkutians,but being 25 which by itself is a dangerous time of a person's life,he should inform them wat is happening in his life these days?He should be also asked to give answers to those "remember password- yahoo questions"like "wat kind of dress he first wore to his kindergarten?""did he make a fuss on the first day of his school?"etc,so that somemore guys can finish writing the above mentioned files.

transformation !!!

i am writing abt the painful tranformation happened to mithun. It happened last month on a misty morning.mithun turned into a TREE.Yes ,A tree!!!my dear frds ...u may be surprised but its true he is leading a "treexistance" these days .He always felt that he is growing up to become "the lion that left the rat free" .He used to watch all those "lion programmes on NATGEO". when his legs started feeling heavy he thought that "lionification" process have started but no one expected such an end.Not much happy abt the state of affair .He told me that being a tree is not an easy job .He never enjoyed his botany classes on angiosperms.He used to tell me that he felt so funny thinking if these plants do deserve such a detailed classification as he felt it's all the same.He used to puke after those classes due to intake of contempt in excessive amounts.So now he finds himself in a big predicament as he doesn't know being a gymnosperm how he is supposed to behave?He asked me the other day If gymnosperms are "goonda types ka "?.He fears big time that he will become a "social outcast".since he turned into a fat tree due to congenitial chromosomal abnormalities,he jog these days.he tell me that he has to wake up early so that noone see him jogging.people can spread rumours.he told me to write his story in orkut and ask if anyone has been thru this before .i told him that as far as i know most of the orkutians turns into nitrogen fixing blue green algaes!!!