My Friend VB-Gay!!!

"well this is not my article.this is about a guy who studied with me in Vm. Mr.Varun.B.Krishnan.... also know as vbk or vb-gay." the following is an incident that actually happened to him."
Sorry vbk i felt this article was good... thats why i stole it from ur blog..



"the Dada matter incident as told by vb-gay!!!"
I have always considered the toilet to be an inevitable part of my life. Possessing a weak bladder, it has been in my nature to find out where the pissing place is, wherever I go.

In exam centers, people ask me where the exam hall is. I’ll be busy asking people where the toilet is. It’s just… normal for me.

It so happened, that one day, I was pissing in privacy in the toilet. And then, suddenly, there entered a drunk looking chap. He taps me, and then pulls me out. Says, “podhum da nee ponadhu” and he goes in. I was stunned, nonplused, whatever.

I pull him out, tell him I was in the middle of the process, and go back in.

And guess what… This guy comes right in, almost shoves his head into the wall, and does a thorough inspection of my organ.

Now this is the limit. I whacked him on the head, and he recoiled.

Then I finish emptying my bladder, and walk out. He calls me back in, and PHUTTTTTTT! Slapped me so dam hard in the face… (ok I don’t know if that’s the correct sound effect to use for slap, but anyway) and because he was wearing a ring… It tore my ear, and my ear started bleeding…

And that’s it. This chap, had unleashed within me, the “Beast Within”. (Please bear with the vetti scene) I started whacking him as well… And then, in the middle of the fight, I realized I had to tend to my bleeding ear, so I just turned and walked away.

‘Unfortunately’ for me, I had ‘kai vechufied’(put my hand on, or touch) on the ‘thalai’(literal meaning-head, proper meaning- don). This chap was supposed to be a dada character… drinker, smoker, and you know… the big gang leader….that sort of shit. With a minimum of 15 ‘thugs’ to back him at all times, in all places (except the toilet)

So after college, I was confronted by these thugs…

Thugs: DAIIIII!!!!! Enna da… periya mairaa da nee?(Literal meaning- are you a big hair? Proper meaning- uh… censored) Thalai mela kai vekkara…

VBK: Aamaam da… Mairu dhaan. Enna ippo.

Thugs: Dei… enna da… periya paruppa da neeyu… endha area da neeyu? (oh man… how clichéd… this proved beyond doubt that all this was just… ‘build up’)

VBK: Mylapore.

Thugs: Mylapore la endha area da…

VBK: Dei, baadu. Idho paaru. Ennoda address idhu.. No.5, 2nd street, East abiramapuram, Chennai 4. Mudinjaa vandhu adi da.
And I walked off….

I knew this whole dada thing was a hoax from the beginning… it was so… tamil cinema ish. None came to enlighten me with cycle chains, or huge round wooden bars, or knives… it was just pure vetti scene. Next day, ‘thalai’ sent some of his ‘smooth talkers’ to meet me…

Smooth talker: Why da? Why did you have to kai vechufy on thalai??

VBK: oh yeah… you just see how it feels, when you are pissing in privacy, and some guy just barges in, and looks right into your dick? Would you acknowledge the inspection?

Smooth talker: Why da? What’s wrong if he looks into your dick? Its just what all guys have isn’t it?

I gave him the middle finger, turned my back on him, and walked away.