NIGHTMARE ON COCHIN-24

return of the nightmare .
home alone was bliss for as long as it lasted. now my past has come to haunt me. yes my parents are back and this time around they have teamed up with the mother of all nags my geriartric champ my granma.
the going has been tough. especially when they found my prediliction towards the finer aspects of life. it didnt help that in the few months that they werent there the house had fondly come to be known as " THE BAR" , simple and quite eloquent id say.
when u have naked guys running around the house at midnight it doesnt quite help.

it was quite an experinece though. if living alone has taught me anything it is that im totally incapable of taking care of myself.
shit man u have no idea of what a disaster zone looks like unless uve seen my room. when u have ur underwear drying on ur dining table u know u have a problem. now u have factor in around 10 guys pretty much like me who live at the same place. yeah now uve got a idea
about the bigger picture.
ah and the laundry, man i really need to get married real soon.
i had no idea this stuff breeds like rats. the first week uve got only a few shorts and t shirts (bless the soul of levis')
by the time 2 months was over i had a room full of it along with stuff on the bed, the bed post, corners , chairs , tables , trust me , it was bad.
anybody who lives in cochin knows the only thing worse than having to live with the stink of sweaty tshirts it is the mosquitoes that live on them.
when i mean mosquitoes better known as 'kothu' in the local lingo i mean blood thirsty swarms of buzzing tiny vampires that will definitely push u over the edge of sanity if not kill u. if the bite doesnt kill u the sound will. zzzzzzzz in ur ears all through the night.
i wonder how come those guys at hollywood never thought of these guys . they've done bats,piranhas , hell theyve even done rats.
they really arent doing justice to the potential of these guys.

well now i dont need to worry about that i guess. now that mommy and grandmommy have come to the rescue. its ok i guess if uve got a pair of earplugs . ull kinda need it if they find out the bucket that u used to use as ash-tray. but of course i dont drink neither do i smoke its all those bad boys in my class. poor me had a tough time keeping them in line . i raved and ranted not to smoke in the house but alas all in vain.

yeah right if they believed this crap then ive got seriously low IQ genes.

so its back to the nag time . i really dont understand how females can do it . it must be one of those god given defense techniques that they come fully equipped with. i feel sorry for dad . no i take that back. im proud of my dad. with that kind of anger management hes my personal saint.
shit now what do i do . i cant decide. i definitely cant live all by myself unless of course im quarantined or something . on the flip side i definitely cant marry , the way i see it ,its way better to end up in a grave than a sanatorium.