The story so far......

'Twas a hot summer morn. The sun beating down my neck n back sorta trying to burn every inch of skin it could lay its deadly rays on. What was i doin there? I was waiting for my room mate to show up but there was no sign of him. Suddenly there was a thundering noise of a bike being pushed to its limits followed by a skidding sound and there he was alight his bike in the sun like he was the next ghost rider. "Dude i got the bike, lets go smoke up". These words were barely outta his mouth but i'd alredy gotten up and placed myself on the bike with a thankful smile on my face.

Oh btw my name is Drake and like any other 20 year old i love rock music, junk food and curse everyone but me for everything that goes wrong. And yet again that was what i was doin... I was cursing him for being late n all he'd do was say,"Chillax bro..".He's Roger, my good for nuthin roomie and by gawd he can ride.. We study in "one of the best colleges" of the world but only according to our dean. According to us who study here, the college is kinda comparable to....hmm.... lemme think....GARBAGE!!! Then how did i come to be here?? Long story.....

Lets see...I had a perfectly normal school life. I wasnt that great at studyin or anything but usually would pass the exams smoothly. Wasn't any great shakes at sports or any other extra-curricular activities but could be called a jack of all trades.After passing school i ended up here, in this hovel of a place. Anyone looking at our institution from the outside would be very impressed but like an insect infested fruit, the juicer it looks from the outside, the more rotten it is from the inside. I still remember my first day here. I walked in, my head held high coz i'd made it into one of the finest colleges but that misconception was quickly..umm...corrected by an over bossy senior who rather forcefully notified me of the "Norms" that i had to follow to "Survive" here. Life here was comparable to that of a rat. Any moment there'd be a faint hiss somewhere close, followed by the rush of speeding death and the life would be wiped from its body....Snap! Just like that.

Somehow I manged to "survive" my first quarter in dis hell house. But alas it became evident that you spent all that time to escape from the snakes was a total waste coz as they say..."We were playing wid the big boys now". 'Twas like the very forces initially responsible for saving you had decided to turn around and bite you. What do you do then?

Well i guess i still am figuring dat out....which brings me back to the shabby shop i now sat in, smokin away to glory. This is wat my life is all about now. No worries, no tension, just this cigarette and the smoke within dat guides me now....Dats me and dats my life!!