Loser and(in) Me

It was one of those many days when Loser was struggling to get outta his not-so-cozy bed, expecting his life to change without even opening his eyes in the faint hope that he would see somethin pleasant when he sees the light . If any of you guys even think of advising that things wont change by dreaming abt them i would advise you to shove that piece of info in ur ass if it fits in. Losers are made of those stuff. Soon Loser realises that everything was same as it always used to be.Ahh!!the reality..to hell with it. He tried to recollect a dream which he had last night but with little success.He flashed a smile which he considered to be sardonic and i donno if dat actually was a smile. Lemme tell you he sucks even while smiling.

It was a saturday morning and hes got nothing to do witt the weekend. So he preferred to lay some more time on his bed and resorted to his favourite pastime, looking back into his life for the umpteenth time. Now this is the thing which i can neva understand. As far as my knowledge goes with me bein wid him since his birth i neva came across an incident which was worth remembering once again in his life. An odd friend here, a so-called love there and some first day movies though im not sure if he thinks about them and some Karan-Joharish instances which only he finds interesting to reminsce. God!!!! he is a Loser.But still it amazes me how he spends so many hours lukin back into his life, i doubt if he has one.

I sat there lukin at him and he suddenly got this weird idea to write his heart out for which i kinda freaked out. Now i knew what he was leading to and i wished i wasnt there with him for any second of my life but then again i realised i was too much into dis to back away and the result is what you are seeing right now. I got myself the most coveted job on the planet and no one can ever dream to be at a place like me. These lines were ofcourse his'. Sometimes i really feel like showing him the direction to hell so that he can actually go there but there are times when i need him so that i can find comfort in our grief and solace in our loneliness. He has never came back to me begging how many ever times i left him coz he for sure knows that i was the one who always would be in need of someone. I wanted everything in my life and he knew that we(both) cannot get anything in our life. So i keep chasing and he keeps waiting. Soon i realise that his wait is better than my chase and he always welcomes me i guess reluctantly though.

So he cant write but he doesnt care. He can think and when i say he can think it means he can really think. Mannn!! those thoughts no one can ever beat him in his outright pessimism with a stupid grin etched all over his face( His face according to him is cute and i wish i can find someone in our 1.1Billion populated country to agree with him and ofcourse he doesn't care for my wish is a different thing altogether). And he expects me to write all those crazy stuff and i obliged him regretting it every second. Welcome to my life. It sucks , no doubt we are a pair. What i dont like in this whole thing is that his life is even worse and he doesnt care about it. He has no dreams, no passion, no friends except me and is lazy like i dont know the laziest animal but im sure he would surpass it in laziness.

I literally dragged him outta his bed after wat it seemed to be an eternity to me. He followed me and thanked me for accepting to write for him. I donno if he was genuine coz i dont have the ability to read ppl's mind and given a half chance i would run away from him and lukin into his face and tryin to read his mind according to me would be the best punishment for me in hell after my death.

PS: The whole thing of calling the protagonist a loser was inspired from Chetan Bhagat's FPS(Remember the Alok thing). Ya there are people who like those stuff and iam one of those.

PPS: This Loser was a hypothetical character or to be frank he was my own self projected by me in a different way. I call him the Loser coz i feel better criticizing someone then blaming it on myself. Ya u r absolutely right. Iam the Goddamned Loser.If you are reading this by chance blame it on the first person u saw this morning and if it is by ur choice then I welcome you to the world of my Loser.

PPPS: If any of u ppl havent read five point someone or seen taare zameen par pls do those two favours to yourself..
I donno how many of you are waiting for the Loser to rant again i for one certainly not lukin fwd for it....