Mouthpiece

I am not trying to stay afloat. I am not trying to plaster a fake smile across my face. I am afloat and i am smiling. I was i little irked this morning, just that.

June 19, 2oo8 will go down in my college memoirs as a day of reckoning. A sorting out ceremony was arranged by Mr Fate, where i could c-l-e-a-r-l-y sort out 1. friends and foes; 2. Fake friends and real friends; and, 3. Good real friends and bad real friends.

It happened so that i am being accused of having done something(heinous, actually) which i know i never did. There’s this particular female friend of mine who thinks i did some sort of backbiting. I am accused of defaming her. She and and a couple of her good male friends have come up with mind-numbing stories, from where i know not. I refute the charges. Though, as if i care.

I give a sincere and goddamn fuck to people who’re switching sides. I extend my unholy fuck to those gossip-mongers who need a potboiler each hour to chew upon. And, my truest fuck to people who think i’m wrong.

I have a circle of friends which trusts me, loves me, care for me and i care for them. God save the people outside that circle. I have succeeded in anything and everything in life till now, with the same attitude which i follow today. If a few people think otherwise – fuck you.

I have just one short-coming, and all of my friends i’ve ever been in touch with will attest – i cannot remain cross with people for too long. May be the fog will clear some day: for my accusers(f.o.e.s. for now). It already cleared for me today. 

I refrain from utilising my blog as a tool to rectify a topsy-turvy situation. My blog is not a veil to fend away unsolicited character-assassinations(phewwww). I am not a political party, and this is not a party MOUTHPIECE. This is absolutely may arena!