Meet Bob, and no Bob doesn’t have bitch Tits.

Let me tell you about my friend Bob, ofcourse Bob being the fictional name. I’m not just going out and say I’m ranting about Abeer Mohammad, like, that wouldn’t be nice of me.

I’ve known Bob for a long time now, Bob was the little bugger in the pack who always had an opinion about everything, but it was all under control. I like to think his otherwise polite nature, his bass guitar and helping attitude kept critiques at bay.

But then,well almost suddenly Bob changed! On a  pretty random Wednesday in his sacred place ( no not that sacred place, I mean the gaming arena ) Bob exploded. Which was the first of many explosions…

Bob started off with how sick he was of everyone playing a shitty strategy and how hard he tried to beat the sentinal and finally how everything thought it was just a game. I think everyone was quiet for the first time. Every one thought about how Bob( without the bitch tits ) actually had a point. Life became normal once again. Then the real episodes started when Bob flared up on some technology conversation. Then the poor kids on World Of Warcraft started from Bob’s wrath ( well atleast we were safe ). Then there was the incident involving Bob and the Rs.5 more expensive bottle of cola, thats when things started getting bad.

Bob was now bitching about everything, from not liking how lame movies were getting to why no one was on the raid when he said so. Every one was concerned ,few recommended therapy, some had more drastic Ideas of getting him laid with, well, lets not discuss that. But people were thinking, then every one focused more on  why was Bob doing what he was doing. And how did the humble monk turn into the vicious hunk ( no not the one from Incredible Hulk , but the evil one from Team America’s movies )

Suggestions included his beloved maid running off and getting married while he watched to Bob starting on sex change medications ( not horny goat weed , I’m talking about the stuff that makes your dick fall off  ) . Some suggested possession by his WoW charecter ‘Maulvi’ and the less creative ones fled to the incident when Bashir cut his balls off and ofcourse then there was the talk of his PMS problems. But this wasn’t helping Bob in any way, it was getting worse and worse.

One day everyone thought to confront Bob, and everyone came with all the conventional banners and how they wanted to see Bob ok. And how they missed the old Bob ( no, even that one didn’t have bitch tits, what is up with you? ) It was much more deeper than that … “Bob was afraid of flashing lights!”

Seriously thats it, no incest, no drugs or whatever. End , finito, you hear me ?

I’ll show the ‘System’

Are you what you wanted to be ? Usually when we are growing up, we see our parents in jobs. Watching them go in and out week by week,the monotonous life, the boredom. We say to ourselves, when I grow up this is something I really don’t want to do. I am this and that , God knows what.

When your 17 you want to revolutionize the world with your amazing Idea,

you want to change everything. You promise yourself you won’t do the same mistakes your parent(s) did. Then you graduate and get a job. Two months in every thing is fine, you’re just looking for the right idea to pop up and you start your own thing. You never wanted the MAN anyway.

Steadily you go into your routine and now you start liking the monthly paychecks you get.

You’re addicted now, you still think of quitting the job and doing “something” with your life. But that feeling is somehow suppressed now. And it hits you! Your turning into just another cogwheel in the big ’system’. You hate the feeling, this is the time, turn everything around. There’s still time, you can get out. Just go to the boss and say you’ve had enough! And then comes the next paycheck!