My friend (part 1)

Life pretty much sucks when you have nobody to call your own. Please don't say "But you have a loving family, close friends". Yeah....right. That's why the greatest books and movies ever made are about a guy growing up in a family, spending his young adulthood with the same family and dying with the same family, right? Anyways, this post is not about me. It's about a close friend and millions of guys like him trying to do everything to impress someone and then falling flat on their faces.

Wanting to initiate conversation with a girl, my friend asked me for help. Stupid him, right? Of all the people in the world, he asked me. Someone who has never had any luck with a girl, has always been 'just a friend' to someone and pretty much is on the path to taking up chastity. Anyways, just to help him out I wrote a couple of poems, few of which are written below.

'Oh, what a beautiful morning'

The morning rays were wonderful,

My teeth were brushed, and my face was washed,

The milk was boiling, but, something was wrong,

Although I was feeling hungry,

My stomach felt full,

I needed water to boil for maggi,

So I turned on the faucet,

But then I realized,

Actually,

I had to go to the toilet

'My window'

I look out my window,

At the people beneath,

Running towards their jobs, their homes,

To someone they love,

I thank God above,

I am not like them,

But then I ask him 'why?',

Of all the things in the world,

My thing is caught in my fly

'The dinner'

The night was going well,

and the dinner was fine,

I had champagne,

And the chicken was all mine,

Soaking in all the fun,

Nice girls I met,

The music was rock and rolling,

But then, I heard something,

And it was my stomach growling,

Holding on to the chicken which still smelt great,

I rushed my legs towards the toilet

Well, me and my friend are still unsure how the girl would have reacted to the poem (because she has still not responded), but I am pretty sure she would have liked it. Who doesn't like a poem about everyday stuff?

The friend that I am mentioning happens to be my ex-room mate with whom I spent four years of engineering college. More about him later.......