Yeeehaw!!!

Hello all you jobless people who read this blog. i am back(no that is not my name). Recently returned from Home land and back n American dreamland for gruelling semester i feel compelled to write briefly about my trip back and A certain Saras Chechi Who happens to be a little mischievous aunt of mine who walks around with a pin to deflate your ego and an evil smile( entirely for herself). also till i figure out a way to put a link on my blog here it is. Those of you who have taste in good writing..

www.sarasmeandersat.blogspot.com

My Brother and i went to a barber shop to get him a haircut and i have told you in earlier posts how i am a Chakka magnet. i have nothing against them (also mentioned earlier).
this is almost the end of my trip home an i am wondering how not one has found me as yet. And lo and behold(i have always wanted o say that... its funny how such phrases don't enter every day conversations) there they were at the door of the shop.
One of them instantly asked me for money and i told him i had none, when out of nowhere this other guy says 'Usse chhod do woh student hai'(all you filthy minded bums he meant leave him alone...).
'Woh student hai'??? i mean what is it with my face and student hai.

Is there a minimum facial hair requirement to be looked at as non student.

As the extortionist of the group went to the owner for money my so called Saviour came to me and introduced himself as Badramma and shook hands with me. Rather polite chap.

Moral of the story: There is no moral this was merely a Luke warm anecdote