#3 The Shameless First


“Hey man, are you all right? …Get up!… Here, grab my hand.”


Magz: It doesn’t make sense for all these shops to be closed on a freaking Wednesday.

Jan: Neither to me. I’m sure there’s a sports store along the coming right lane.

Magz: Hope this one has open shutters awaiting us.

Jan: Your hope and my surety should do the purpose of course with some Wednesday luck.

Magz: Yup.

Jan: So you really wanna surprise Davi on his birthday? He has an uncrackable shell over the imaginary region enclosing his pleasant emotions.

Magz: Not when he gets his special Manchester United tee for surprise.

Jan:  Oh boy! What a choice to turn the Blues lad red.

Magz:  So this is the lane to turn towards right?

Jan: Yeah. This one, by the way would you like to go for…

Magz: Watch out for that open gutter!

Jan: a coffee…What?Where?…..SHIT!

Magz: Damn. Sorry, for the late heads up.

Jan: Didn’t knew I could pilot the landing from impulse.

Magz: Hey man, are you all right?…. Get up!…. Here, grab my hand.


Jan: I am ‘fine’ fine. Damn these partly open gutters of surprises.

Magz: Gutters what?

Jan: Wait, why we are at the library steps. Why are these steps wet? Oh!


Dear Diary,

this is as far as I could remember my conversation with Magz Crown because after a point it makes sense to not to. The point that succeeded the library gardener’s err amidst the man made flora leading to the slip of my ‘work in progress’ pride. Some falls and specific walks are not to remember.

The only lesson I learnt and worth remembering that day was that first experiences are important because they help you to discover your inner self, ever ready to pop out and also what not to do and what to be pretending to do the second time. Also I guess the third time with supported data from the second time can help in determining with proof whether a person is a fool or even worse dumb.

And as a practical consequence, I should stop shamelessly  dreaming of how to ask out a chick for a date that too during our first meeting, just because so far it had exceeded enough time to be serene about not needing to check the phone for notifications. Neither did she……….

With excitement

Jan Boey


#2 B for Brovenge

Now that I have found a way to get hold of Jan’s diary, without his highness being aware I’m gonna blog the truth out of his phony journal. It will be done one blog at a time after all,the courtesy has to be extended back to Jan dude for  all his actions. Well I don’t seriously intent to go filmy kinda revenge style, because as it happens he’s also my best friend, no actually is, but used to be, no longer after he bitched behind my back to Mags Crown.

Cutting all the literary crap out of the picture and hence the blog, Jan Boey is the kind of Bro for whom which every time you play wing man, you are bound to end up in regret. He acts to be very intuitive and mature for his age and spoils it for all- for everyone involved, which concerns me the most even in those sick of counting times. What made him this cocky and all different from the one I crashed into the first time has to do something with last summer.

Last summer Jan went to this some famous R&D company for internship, where he interned with a batch of students from other big-shot colleges. He had a crush on this one girl Stacy, also then there was this new buddy of his named Jack. One sober night Jan found that Stacy had another admirer in Jack, so outta nowhere in his attempts to save all the relations Jan came up with a pact. Jan and Jack wouldn’t let Stacy know their intents until the last day of intern and let Stacy and the Devil do the rest. It’s so simple and sober pact between the bros.

So on the the D-day as Jan sent his crush request to Stacy, it came back crushed and crumbled to him with a new fact that someone had asked Stacy out and been dating her ever since the beginning of intern who was later unveiled to be Jack (the pact) Breacher, much to the  disappointment of last hope of Jan. Truly Jack is not a Bro, and neither of Jan’s wishes came true.

That’s from when I guess Jan lost the spirit of Bro code and he never trusts me. Well that incident shouldn’t be a reason to not trust me after all, how amazing friends we used to be.  That’s not a reason to screw up my social life, out of his insecurities like a Jack. Well finally now the bastard has been handed a reason to not trust me. This is not just for Jan, but also to all the Jacks , the Jan turned  Jacks  and Jan screwing Jacks out there. Jan is my bro, who needs to be fixed.

It’s B for Brovenge.

#1 Satan Skates to Work

Yo Cool Diary,

The world we are in there’s diversity everywhere and it goes without crying about that all the people are different and unique in their own sense. Their thoughts, their ideas, their voices, their actions. Consructible and inconstructible. Whatever combinations that can be made of them. But we humans are so afraid to face this reality that we try to generalize every freaking thing on the planet. The more popular and generic these acts get, more the people jumping on to the bandwagon of pop culture with incredulous fakeness.

Well these lines are if not all, the words of Mags Crown from the first time we had met. Mags does have a talent around with words and pop culture is too dumb downed for her consensual acceptance.

Since being used to see people fake it all while trying to fit into generalized standard of coolness, my mind couldn’t print a picturesque picture of unique individuals, exhibiting asymmetry which was important to the exercise, so I tried to focus on flora of the earth. It worked which is so evident from illustration I came up, showing them all co-exist in the same zombie-land. Also I tried to do the same for my first meeting with Mags that day which happened in our college library. I tried hard to remember it and be all authentic but to be honest I don’t have an eidetic memory and that’s the major reason for the basically bad drawings and not the laziness as Davi Buzz accuses me off.

Mags short for something bigger which I have no clue of yet, is someone who would constantly remind you of how it’s impossible to survive the world without euphemism. She did add about how nationalism is used as an excuse by these fearful and insecure men, to classify human beings on basis of bullshit claims. She has stalked George Orwell very well.  Before she could get into talking about how all these have led to our present civilization doomed by insecurities and being enslaved by consumerism and pop culture, I weighed in my sense of humour wrapped in some pop culture inspired analogy. It went something like this- We all watch various Truman’s shows for entertainment, but despite taking the message clear home, we are trapped like Truman in one shallow show of life trying to co-exist. Curtain closes.

The point was that Mags had one, and I couldn’t agree more with a person, which meant hell froze and Satan was ice-skating to work that day. I no longer was the dead man walking in the zombie-land. Well to shed in some contrast what zombie-land is, just imagine when a random Jane forwards you a message on whatsapp which says something like-

‘If you love your Dog pass this to 20 people. A girl ignored this and her Dog was attacked by a schizophrenic cat masquerading as a Leopard 365 days later, and the dog lived on with insomnia ever after. Sorry I can’t ignore this cuz I love my dog who is so cute when sleeping

Clearly that girl loaded with the hearts to share has no clue what a scrotum looks like, and I don’t know what to feel more bad about.

Bored as Always.                                                                                                                                           Jan Boey.