I Wanted To Become…

I wanted to become a gardener…
The idea didn’t take root.

I wanted to become a Lawyer…
But lost the case.

I wanted to become a Painter…
The idea faded out.

I wanted to become an Engine Driver…
But lost the steam.

I wanted to become a Doctor…
But the idea didn’t operate.

I wanted to become a cook…
But missed the masala.

I wanted to become a musician...
The symphony turned into cacophony…

I wanted to become a Physicist…
But it took long time for others to digest.

I wanted to become a librarian…
But I got only S*X books.

I wanted to become a Soldier…
But I could not reach the border.

I wanted my death so near…
Then I become ENGINEER.

AUTOVENUSTRAGRAPHY

I have witnessed two kinds of girls in my life….
1) Those who scream when we look them.
2) Those who remain in silence.
Then I met a third kind…
I looked her eyes …they were
Clear , defined , without wavering … She looked at me.
She is (was) irresistibly good looking.. She smiled at
me when I looked her..

I met few of the third kind and my venustragraphy starts here..
Many of my present college friends use to tease me that Im
too much attracted towards girls , even with lousy fucking
songi girls (often “soles” in college).But my teen started with the
venture of a Diva name senthamilkulali(name changed)
..[summa solla koodathu super setu figuru].She was beautiful ,
very much straight forward and bold enough. She had a very
long hair(not now probably).
I used to follow her every day up to my home since it is in the
same street . One day suddenly she complained to her father
that a “poruki” is following her and that poor guy turned out
to be “Raja” me…Then I never used that direction in my
home town.. [thunda kanum thuniya kanum]..

Then a serious romance sprouted between yuva (me) and a
damsel (nandhini(name not changed)). Nandhini and me met
in a tution centre .We had same taste in enjoying life. After
a deep romance I decided to propose her and did it ..then a
thunder stroked me.. In a temple we met that day and she
began to weep .. oh God what to do ? Then she showed a
yellow rope pulled out from deep inside her inner robes …
ayyo its thali.. Hindu’s marriage identity … Raja escape…..

Then a breeze named pooranapushkala(name changed)
crossed me.. Ya , breeze will have its own impact.. so beautiful
with a cherished face ..she is the daughter of one of my
school teachers.. I like her very much and gazed at her
passionately .. Then she (time) proved it to be unworthy..

Then in college 3 seniors.. and not any of my fellow class
mates since all are boys.. The 3 seniors are already 3somes ..
What this handsome guy can do further.. but I will not stop and
will continue to search the real me (sorry G.V.)…