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How do people remember me?

It's a wonderful thing, my surname. I stand out for that single reason, ever since I was born. I was and am will always remain that. They call me by that and I understand myself by that. Let my surname be "X". X can't be afraid. X can't be hurt. X does not have emotions. X cannot do this and X will have to do it. X is not a nice person. X is not the kind of person to be friends with. X is cruel. Finally X is a wall, unlike Dravid.
I was reminded of how forceful I have been in my adolescent years. I met this female and she is the one who starts talking to me, after she hears that I am from so and so institute. So she asks me my batch and I monosyllabically recite the number. She asks my dept and I carefully recite my dept. Then she asks my name. Thud. The color is draining off her face. She stammers an okay and walks away. That is precisely what X is.
I love these people who go by my image's. SO why do they have a problem if I make my own image of their's and stick it on the walls. They think I am insulting them this way. Have they ever thought of this, from my perspective. Anywayz. I love those who hate me, for they love me more than anyone. They don't realise this but I cherish them.
If it's a dog that you fear, I am the dog. So hate me while I am alive.
Currently it has been 27 hours since I have had sleep, but this is something worse.

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Praveer said…
X Basically Chutiya Hai !
12:46 AM
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