Unicycling - The passion of the passionists
The following story is highly ridiculous and is full of nonsense. children above the age of 25 yrs must not read. Those having heart problems may read this and die laughing. This was written in my english class again when the teacher was bugging us as usual AND I WAS CAUGHT writing this........anyways read...Thank you for cooperating.Once upon a time in a beautiful world, where everyone lived happily and when there was no stink in kastu's house, there lived a boy named Akand. He was fond of driving trucks in air. But apparently there were no trucks in those days.(only high tech immobile transomni gliding vehi213s were present).It was around 2150 when everyone was primitive.There were no riots, no murders and moreover more importantly no rapes....Then as usual one day i was still dreaming of flying a truck. then, it happened.it happened 10 years ago, and is still happening when i am 16 yrs old, and will keep happening. I think it must have started a day before the day before tomorrow which is the day after day after yesterday. Confused?? Very good. Even I was confused on that day. So I just wanted to give u guys the thrill of the confusion.
Then I was going on a road which was leading me to nowhere,that is I came back where i had started every few minutes. The exact time in which I moved is 4 mins53s if we take the value of pi as 3.14159 precisely and less accurately and also the length of the day as 24.23456 hrs(m), then after this calculation we get a formula by which we can calculate the age of kasturi which was found to be 16,365,234 hrs. and her weight as 163092grams. So, after knowing about me and my teacher. I would like you ppl to know about my talent and the misadventures I had to face while mastering and nurturing them.......
So, I was still walking along that complicated road which confused me more. Then I reached home safely. Then I had gone to bed without eating food as I was vomiting after reading vineeth's stupid essay.(He was sitting beside me in the class). Then, the next morning as it was the eve of Raksha bandhan, my father bought me abicycle..(WOW......) Then I took my bike for a stroll in the forest of sahara.Then, when, den, I was speeding a tortoise at the speed of 500mph(obviously my bike has nitros on it). So at that speed, somewhere in my mind, it struck to me that I had sub conscious memory loss power of brain malfunction.
So I started remembering what I had forgotten. And suddenly it had dawned on me that I DINT KNOW CYCLING........ And suddenly in the ruins of kamasutra(oopss i mean Kurukshetra), along the river basin of Nile, there was a huge mountain made out of hard stone. So according to Newton's II law of hydrodynamical stereocity, there was a huge collision and a supernova bigger than the Andromeda galaxy blew. Then, amidst the smoke, fog and smog, something appeared. Then I was literally shocked. My bicycle was broken into two pieces exactly. And voila, I had a new UNIcycle. And I practised my new gift everyday till night and every night till day. In the same way, I practised for several years, non stop, then I masturbated(mastered) my unicycle. Thus, my passion for those unicylces as a passionists grew. Then I started stealing bicycles and broke them into two and made new unicycles. In that way, I became the proprietor and chariman and managing directorand worker of "Akand unicycles and co."--- the one, the onle, self propelled company which became the largest and the best company in coming years. After tha, I became a writer, a poet and wrote this awesome story just to 'EAT YOUR HEAD'...Thank youEpilogue- After coming to IIT madras, I was delighted to see everyone using cycles...now my company would become even larger and I would make more unicycles....HAHAHAHA.....
My teacher commented as " You have truly eaten my head"..hehehe
