Dear Friends,
I present to you the sensational story of a college guy who betrayed his friends and sold himself to his foes. For reasons best left unknown, I rather not reveal his true identity. However let us call the protagonist of this story, Wobin (or even Woobs).
Once upon a time lived a sweet boy called Wobin. An angelic smile adorned his face and had a heart of gold. His passion and loyalty for his friends and country was legendary. This was a person who would gladly lay down his life for his friends. Sacrifice was his second nature. Wobin had his origins in a small village in a southern state in India, a land famous for it's lagoons, a land blessed with great beauty. Wobin spent his entire schooling life in a strange foreign land, a place where Oil Sheikhs and Mumbai Dons lived as neighbours and even beggers went about their job in a Rolls Royce. So far he was an NRI a Non Resident Indian. NowWobin decided to cum to India to complete his undergrad studies. He joined a college in Chembur called the Sar and Anger College and in the class BE-3.
Note: The name of the college has been changed to provide protection to Mr.Wobin.
Wobin had a golden heart. Genial and kind, he had a very easy going friendly nature. Generosity was his forte. He allowed his good friends unlimited and unconditional use of his ownings even his maid Maar-Amma. His door was always open to his homeless friends like Bishu and so was his heart. There was place for everyone. His computer stored all the fetishes and desires of his desperate friends like Tintin. His fridge was full to the brim with goodies for his ever-starving friends like Langur. He never said"no". Such was his nature. He provided thirsty neighbourhood travellers like Ponty with glasses full of Tang. Tang was the favorite drink of many of his friends. He even arranged a terrace party where he invited all his friends, even those of the fairer sex for fun and frolic though at their expense.
KAHANI MEIN TWIST
Being so helpful, he was always worshipped by friends and foes alike. His friends respected him and held him in hight esteem. Girls had brotherly feelings for him. (Though with one notable exception namely a female called Jarry Hall) Note: The names of all of Wobin's friends, his maid and the exceptional female have been changed to protect both their identity as well as that of Mr. Wobin.
Suddenly during the course of the 3rd year, Wobby befriended some girls from a rival class. A class called BE-4. He was allured by them and fell under their magical spell. He started walking around in a hypnotic trance. Now the relations between Be-3 and BE-4 were like India - Pakistan. BE-4 was filled with chors and dakus. But people thought that Wobin being of such a wonderful nature was just trying to extend a hand of friendship and was trying to change their meandering ways. However it was not so. A sinister force had taken over Wobin's mind. He had sold his soul to the Pakistanis. He started hanging out with the Pakistanis and snubbed his old loyal friends. He not only ignored them but cheated them by creating scandals like the T-shirt scandal and the Kheema Samosa scandal to put BE-3's morale down. He deliberately threw (lost) his carrom games playing for BE-3 and rarely turned up on the Sports ground to cheer for his home team. He had not only forgotten his friends but had sold everything including his patriotism to their bitter rivals. This was a case of deceit and betrayal of the worst kind.
His friends were shattered and broken hearted. They had trusted him so much but he had let them down. He turned out to be an NRI (Non Reliable Indian). But his friends still love him. May God give such good friends to every Wobin out there in the world. However to add injury to insult and later rubbing salt over that injury he lied to his friends. Not once, not twice but a million times especially to his true friend Kulal who let him a free ride home everyday. Even when he knew the true identity of Jaya Bhaduri he acted as if he didn't know. On one more occasion he refused to divulge the name of his neighbourhood sweetheart to his friends who used to have no qualms about telling him their secrets. This lie still rattles his faithful friends who haven't yet stopped believing in him. They still think he can change to his old former self.
He was a wolf in sheep's clothing wearing a white coat. But he is black in every sense (especially his heart). Even then he has good friends. They still trust him and hope he will change back to his good ways. This ends the Tale Of Betrayal. If not anything let us hope that at least this post changes him. This is all we have to Say.
- compiled and edited by sourabh and ketan
I present to you the sensational story of a college guy who betrayed his friends and sold himself to his foes. For reasons best left unknown, I rather not reveal his true identity. However let us call the protagonist of this story, Wobin (or even Woobs).
Once upon a time lived a sweet boy called Wobin. An angelic smile adorned his face and had a heart of gold. His passion and loyalty for his friends and country was legendary. This was a person who would gladly lay down his life for his friends. Sacrifice was his second nature. Wobin had his origins in a small village in a southern state in India, a land famous for it's lagoons, a land blessed with great beauty. Wobin spent his entire schooling life in a strange foreign land, a place where Oil Sheikhs and Mumbai Dons lived as neighbours and even beggers went about their job in a Rolls Royce. So far he was an NRI a Non Resident Indian. NowWobin decided to cum to India to complete his undergrad studies. He joined a college in Chembur called the Sar and Anger College and in the class BE-3.
Note: The name of the college has been changed to provide protection to Mr.Wobin.
Wobin had a golden heart. Genial and kind, he had a very easy going friendly nature. Generosity was his forte. He allowed his good friends unlimited and unconditional use of his ownings even his maid Maar-Amma. His door was always open to his homeless friends like Bishu and so was his heart. There was place for everyone. His computer stored all the fetishes and desires of his desperate friends like Tintin. His fridge was full to the brim with goodies for his ever-starving friends like Langur. He never said"no". Such was his nature. He provided thirsty neighbourhood travellers like Ponty with glasses full of Tang. Tang was the favorite drink of many of his friends. He even arranged a terrace party where he invited all his friends, even those of the fairer sex for fun and frolic though at their expense.
KAHANI MEIN TWIST
Being so helpful, he was always worshipped by friends and foes alike. His friends respected him and held him in hight esteem. Girls had brotherly feelings for him. (Though with one notable exception namely a female called Jarry Hall) Note: The names of all of Wobin's friends, his maid and the exceptional female have been changed to protect both their identity as well as that of Mr. Wobin.
Suddenly during the course of the 3rd year, Wobby befriended some girls from a rival class. A class called BE-4. He was allured by them and fell under their magical spell. He started walking around in a hypnotic trance. Now the relations between Be-3 and BE-4 were like India - Pakistan. BE-4 was filled with chors and dakus. But people thought that Wobin being of such a wonderful nature was just trying to extend a hand of friendship and was trying to change their meandering ways. However it was not so. A sinister force had taken over Wobin's mind. He had sold his soul to the Pakistanis. He started hanging out with the Pakistanis and snubbed his old loyal friends. He not only ignored them but cheated them by creating scandals like the T-shirt scandal and the Kheema Samosa scandal to put BE-3's morale down. He deliberately threw (lost) his carrom games playing for BE-3 and rarely turned up on the Sports ground to cheer for his home team. He had not only forgotten his friends but had sold everything including his patriotism to their bitter rivals. This was a case of deceit and betrayal of the worst kind.
His friends were shattered and broken hearted. They had trusted him so much but he had let them down. He turned out to be an NRI (Non Reliable Indian). But his friends still love him. May God give such good friends to every Wobin out there in the world. However to add injury to insult and later rubbing salt over that injury he lied to his friends. Not once, not twice but a million times especially to his true friend Kulal who let him a free ride home everyday. Even when he knew the true identity of Jaya Bhaduri he acted as if he didn't know. On one more occasion he refused to divulge the name of his neighbourhood sweetheart to his friends who used to have no qualms about telling him their secrets. This lie still rattles his faithful friends who haven't yet stopped believing in him. They still think he can change to his old former self.
He was a wolf in sheep's clothing wearing a white coat. But he is black in every sense (especially his heart). Even then he has good friends. They still trust him and hope he will change back to his good ways. This ends the Tale Of Betrayal. If not anything let us hope that at least this post changes him. This is all we have to Say.
- compiled and edited by sourabh and ketan
3 comments:
Welcome to world of blogging!!!
keep blogging!
nope it hasn't changed me one single bit
Gosh..I just stumbled upon this blog and had a good laugh reading this post..Will read all other posts soon..pls keep posting:)
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