Centipedes’ crap Digitized

Time for some crap to enter the blog. Crap rapt in my grey matter sandwiched between dos and don’ts it’s time for them to get out. Well I have this disorder which makes me write all the time. It’s called obsessively compulsive disorderly conduct. Bear me oh holy cows. Nothing great to write so how about a translation from English to Nepali. Holy shit when translated into pure Nepali becomes पबित्र गु। and if you translate the term “I don’t like this bullshit” which I seriously mean it becomes “मलाई यो साँढेको गु मनपरेन।“

When I was a child I had heard about a story from unreliable of sources that if a centipede enters your ear hole it would dig a tunnel through your brain to come out of the other end. And the source was pretty adamant about the story. Oh this happened to my relative she had exclaimed. From then on I started to believe that I was not me rather this feeling of (I) ,(me) and self was a centipede unable to dig its way out . After all these years now I think centipede in me has fused with my brain living in perfect symbiotic relation ship.

My brain feeding centipede with food and the centipede feeding my brain with its crap and shit. Symptoms were present always. Would a normal guy send someone and her family a condolence letter on the auspicious occasion of Bijaya Dashami wishing her and her family a Hardik sradhanjali??????!!!!!!!! Well I or rather that centipede exactly did that few months after I heard the story. I mean what was the centipede thinking?

Now that I have grown up or not I am not sure like always and like about everything. I think everyone who walks upright and boasts about being a human has some kind of larvae inside their skull hollows. Verities include tape worm, round worm, dung beetle, roaches. All those shit about values, wrongs and rights & conventional wisdom they get cancelled out by the ever prevalent bug shit. And the overwhelming volume of the former suppresses later not letting it to come in the way when we finally sit to decide on some thing. (I don’t have a clue what I am talking about) . All these sins including constant urge for a leg over oh my centipede I so hate you. And I love you. Love you for you provide me with the excuses everyday. .

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  1. MangalMan

    December 31, 2007 at 3:07 PM

    Happy new year to you too Deepa.But mine is pathetic. New alright but Happy I don't know lets see.oh i so hate myself. This pessimism is killing me.

  1. deepa

    December 31, 2007 at 7:13 PM

    Truly I can’t understand your this post. but u r funny.

  1. deepa

    December 31, 2007 at 7:14 PM

    Truly I can’t understand your this post. but u r funny.

  1. deepa

    December 31, 2007 at 7:15 PM

    Truly I can’t understand your this post. but u r funny.

  1. आकार

    December 31, 2007 at 8:50 PM

    oh!!!!!!!!! it's ur socide note...... celebrate yar..... happy new yr 2008

  1. Navin

    January 1, 2008 at 2:10 AM

    bro?? why so.. be happy dude,.. and Happy new year to you!!! dont' let pessimism engulf you..

    and yeah, centipedes..stuff. nice satirical article.. everyone has this centipede of egotism inside.. we'll have to try to conquer it :)

  1. deepa

    January 2, 2008 at 6:27 PM

    Ha ha sorry mangal bro I thing my one comments I post here many time by mistake.

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