The Chronicles of Potu:Life at B.C.Roy

The First day of March,year 2 B.D(Before Doomsday):
"I donno" the dooctor said.
"Huh?" i didnt expect that reply.I mean,I knew that the doctors here really sucked,but that was just....too lame.
"I really don't know" he repeated.
I laughed inside my head.Haha...sucker..you suck!,i thought.
The doctor looked at me for sometime."Well then,get admitted"
"Wait,what??" I said.The doctor was looking at me as if saying "who's the sucker now,dumbass?"
"Ummmm....",I couldnt think of anything to say."Ummm...are you sure?".
That was a stupid question indeed."Yes,get admitted...right away",came the answer.
I dont exactly remember what happened after that.It all happened too fast....

Life in 'B.C.Roy'(pronounced con-sen-tray-shun-camp)
Day 1- ( 1st March,2 B.D):

      My comrades were allowed to visit me.But they couldnt take if for long.The sickness got into them.They were sick of life.They left soon.
      Then I was taken to the "colloseum" to fight.My opponent was Time!I was alone,but not unarmed.I was with my trusty laptop.But it was too weak.Without internet,it was of no use.Time was a tough opponent.I tried to fight back with some "shyoruken","yoga fire","pile drivers","red cyclones"and most of the other "street fighter" moves.But it was of no use.Time was too powerful.I simply could not kill Time!
      I dont remember anything else that happened.Must have lost my mind temporarily.

Day 2 -(2nd March 2 B.D):

0800 hours

    I opened my eyes.My vicinity didnt quite seem friendly.
"WOAHH"I woke up with a start.I was still in the hospital!I cant remember when or how I fell asleep.

 1000 hours

    I was pretty consious.And I was aware of the face that my life was in great danger.The people in B.C.Roy,are professional killers.I was told  by senior ,who was nearly killed,to go home.He was one of the few lucky survivors.Then the nurse came in to see me,with an inverted bottle cap in her hand.
"More tablets",I said to myself.
I was right.There were 4 more tablets in there.8 tablets in 2 hours,my God,what are these people thinking?How sick can i possibly be?
"Of course!",my brain told me told me."Overdosage!The most common way to kill a person,and B.C.Roy's trademark move".
I groaned in pain as my throat struggled to take four tablets down with one peristaltic movement.
"You're going to the isolation room",the nurse told me.
Shit!Of course,nobody'll be around!The perfect place for murder!!..well in the hospital atleast.
"Dont worry,youll get internet there" she smirked at me.
"Internet!"I repeated.Just what I needed.My mind got to work.
"Commoon!!" I told myself,"This is it man!You got one shot at this.this slightest of mistakes can screw this up."
I knew I needed a lot of luck for this plan to work.And looking at a statistical analysis of my luck,it was quite unprobable that luck would stand by me this time.
I called another of my comrades(codename D.A.D) who stays in a remote hideout that I call 'home'
"Potu to D.A.D!D.A.D do you copy??".And two nervous seconds later the reply came "D.A.D to Potu.Yes,I copy"
Thank God, I thought as I explained to him,my excape plan.

1500 hours

The call came:
"D.A.D to Potu.Everything clear"
Exactly what I needed.Exactly what I hoped for.
A chance of survival for me.I am going to live
      
              And so I end this journal with the following sentence.

 
   

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Confessions of a Lazoholic

                 Let me narrate to you,a story.About a guy named 'curious guy'.The story kicks off in one of the study times of curious guy.Now curious guy did not have much control over his mind.So the study time was a time when curious guy could think about stuff.He did not think about big stuff like live and universe yet(though the tallest of his friends did) and neither did he like to(thought the tallest of his friends did).Curious guy was a bit of a timid guy and thought about smaller things like the purpose of studying,etc..(which,later,helped him in his study of life).

                Curious guy met a big guy named 'The talker'.The talker was a stereotypical 'successful' man who talked a lot but left the listeners no clue about what he did and in fact,often left them wondering if he really is good at anything except talking.And curious guy shared his doubt with the talker.The talker,then told him about successful people like TOOHI(The Owner Of a Huge Industry) and told him that toohi hardly got any time to 'relax' or 'chill' and millions of people respected him and lived a happy life because of him.Then the talker asked curious guy "If you had to live a life and you can only choose between the life of toohi,who never 'enjoys' his life,and the life of a guy who does 'enjoy' his life and owes it to toohi"for the curious guy,the answer was obvious.

              The next day,during the study time,curious guy was,again,thinking about the purpose of studying.You see,talking did not have much effect on his brain....but that's another story

  

              So,curious guy went to college.The story that the talker told did not exit his mind.It was just hiding.You see,curious guy's brain is an easy place to hide,because you cant find anything in that rush of brainwaves containing lame jokes.If you try to look for something,you'll need heavy armor to shield you from the lame jokes that bombard you,and even the juiciest of men(yes,Bishnoi,this means you) cannot take more than about a hundred per second.So,the story made its way through a path which can only be found by the words of great orators,to the center of curious guy's brain.But since the talker is not that powerful an orator,the thought was heavily injured by the jokes,though it managed to stay alive.A deformed thought,that lost most of itself,started growing.The only part that remained of it was 'no time to relax'.

              Curious guy felt the thought.He needed to get busy.He learnt stuff,was selected by people to work under them.His first year almost ended.He enjoyed thoughts about his second year,where he would not have free time.His friends envied him(just admit it) and he liked it.He enjoyed telling people about how busy he was going to be in his second year.And about how they could not call or ping him whenever they wanted.

             Like in all the cases of comical curious people,curious guy's life in second year somehow did not live up to his imagination.He had to undergo rituals passed down through the generations in a place painted in pink!His academics were quite screwed up too.This is when he started his ultimate research.Trying to find the answer to the ultimate question."What is the purpose of life?".Life became harder for curious guy.He slept less.That meant he could live more.And that meant he could find more clues to the ultimate answer.Some of the theories published by him like "life sucks","life's a bitter shame", "if you like doing something,then don't do it for a living" and "beer is awesome" were accepted widely.

         

              Curious guy read books on 'time management' like 'Screw that Frog' and 'The Monk who tells Useless Stories'.They were,as the titles suggest,quite useless.Curious guy couldn't believe that there was,indeed a time when he could get more than 4 hours sleep a day.But you see,though curious guy was a life-thinker,he was theist.He believed in God.And so,one day,when he finally got some free time(the time of the day when he sleeps),he used 2 hours of his sleep time(approximately 4 hours),to write a letter to God.It goes like this

"Dear God,

    I have a confession to make.I'm sorry that i complained about being bored.I've learnt my lesson.Won't let it happen again."

                                                           

                                                       THE END..................AND  GOOD NIGHT