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27 April (Destroyed family clock)

I woke up with my mum screaming at me to feed my kittens. No “good morning” or even a “wake up”. Just a “feed the CATS”. The day felt like one of the few days where I would actually be a productive member of society, so I woke up and fed the cats. Then, I went back to bed, which resulted in Mum getting mad at me.

By the time I got out of bed the second time, Mum had already cooked breakfast. Sometimes, I wonder if she has superpowers (rest of the time, I know she does).  Dad was going to go to work late, for thug life reasons, and Mum had to attend a funeral. They had an argument about who the driver was going to drive first. It ended with Mum walking to the funeral, just to spite my father. Sometimes adults can be so non-adult (children?).

Anyway, I decided that my guitar needed new strings. I swear, in the past five years, I have only changed the strings once. I had given up on guitar once, but I’m trying again now. I’m struggling, but I’m having fun.
I removed all the strings, and cleaned up the guitar. There was a lot of dust on it, due to years of me ignoring it. It’s looking much better and cleaner now.
After that, I went out to buy some new strings. I wore my new beige shirt/kurta, feeling fresh as hell. I’ve always wanted to wear it, but I thought it looked weird (do you guys ever feel like that too?), but I thought “fuck it”, and wore it anyway. And, in the words of the holy bible, “It was good.” (btw blonde LC girl who was staring, I see you 😉 )

I went to the music shop I previously mentioned (Ed Sheeran’s Red Room of Pain), and got my strings. I met a friend there. His name is Samuel. He is a nice guy, and he tells nice stories but he sucks at ending them (like Kubo from that movie).


        Really nice movie.
             Kubo and The Two Strings.

The strings were cheaper than I had thought they would be, which made me happy. I left the shop and headed to my hangout place. On the way, I met another friend of mine. He is having relationship troubles right now, because he (kinda?) cheated on his girlfriend. Anyway, don’t want to talk about that here. Just want to tell you, cheating is not cool. Don’t cheat. This other girl told my bestie, “That guy turned out to be lower than Kaustubh also.”, which is pretty bad, considering how much she thinks I’m a manwhore.

I reached Norgume, my hangout place. It’s a nice restaurant, with No Smoking signs all over the world, and ashtrays under the tables. The owner, Tshering Chojo, is very thug life. I had a cup of tea (black tea, cause my broke ass doesn’t have money for milk tea), and smoked next to a No Smoking sign. Incase any cops are reading this right now, I totally made that up just to act cool.

After having my cup of tea (and totally fabricated cigarette), I left Norgume. There was a street musician outside the restaurant. He was playing a popular Nepali song on his sarangi. It sounded really nice, and I gave him a few bucks. People, you should give street musicians a few bucks, cause that’s how  they earn their living. They might not be Jon Bon Jovi or Hozier, but they are still talented, and they sing to eat, not to buy private planes. So support local talent.


He’s a really talented guy. I love street music.

After that, I called up my friend, and he told me he would meet me in ten minutes (he took twenty). While waiting for him. I had chana chur, from this street vendor. The process of making chana chur looked very fascinating to me. I guess, if you look at everything as if you are a newborn child, almost anything can be interesting.


It’s all so interesting. I’d show you his face but he’s really handsome and you’d feel bad.

After I met  my friend, he decided that he wanted to buy some hair wax. There were some very strange waxes, like garlic, and snake oil. He went with snake oil. If he really wants snake oil, he should hook up with my ex (jknonotjk). Then, we were both hungry, so we went to this old restaurant/hole in the wall, called Nini ko Dokan (Auntie’s Shop). There we get the best beef momo in Darjeeling (btw I’m from Darjeeling). Its cooked on a wood fire, so it has a smokey taste, and when you bite into it, the flavor just oozes out. Damn, I’m hungry now.

After a scrumptious lunch, we met some of our other friends. They are part of this social group called Mukh Bandh Kaam Shuru, and they are organizing a quiz. The proceeds from the quiz will go to an orphanage. They had to give a letter to some official person, so that they could display an advertisement on the huge TV thing (it is so ugly) in the middle of the town. On the way to the office, we saw a pet store with cute puppies. They are all so cute. I wanted to run away with them all.


          Just look at the puppies.

The official dude was quite rude, in my opinion, and told them to come back on Monday. Then, my friends decided to go to this person’s house. They took bottles of something. I can’t tell you what it was but it is a liquid and it rhymes with “deer”. They wanted me to come too, but I didn’t want to drink the thing which rhymes with “deer”.

So, I went home. Me and my father reached home at around the same time. I started stringing up (is that the correct phrase?) my guitar. It felt good to finally play on new strings.

After that, I just lay around, but this fly kept bothering me. So I rolled up a newspaper, and started hunting it. It finally perched on a wall of my room, and I tried to hit. I missed, but I managed to hit the clock hanging on the wall. That clock has been there since before I can remember. I don’t remember a day without it ticking by itself on the wall, and with a single shot, I destroyed. Well, it’s not really destroyed. It is working, but it got a severe makeover. Now it looks like Kanye West designed it.

After dinner, I was really bored. So, I started flirting with some random girl on Facebook. She is cute albeit a little dumb. Then, my friend texted me. Apparently, he got dumped by his girl because she is “messed up”. I have no idea what that means. Poor guy had stopped talking to all his side hoes too. I advised him to reach out to his sides again. I am so good at advice.

I can’t even begin to talk about how much it hurts when you suddenly get dumped for some stupid reason like that. If you got problems, maybe the guy/girl who likes you, and tolerates your crazy ass can help you. Damn man, that is some fucked up shit. Pro tip: Don’t fall in love.


Soon after, I was getting into bed, but then this girl started calling me. She’s cute too. After talking to her, I finally decided to sleep, but some moth had entered my room and kept annoying me. Well, I rolled up the newspaper again, and this time I did not miss.

                                               Kaustubh Rai


4/21: International Surprise Drug Test Day

I was kinda sick for two days, that’s why I’m uploading two days worth of entries today. I also didn’t have network access because I’m broke. Sad life.

As I already mentioned, I was pretty sick, so I wanted to stay home all day, but I had already promised my friend that we would be going out. I’m working on actually keeping my promises these days, and I also had to buy a capo for my guitar. For those who don’t know, a capo is this clip like thing which you use on your guitar to make the pitch higher.

So,  yeah, I slept in my bed for almost the whole day. At around 2, my bitch friend, Solomon, called me. So I changed into better looking clothes, and went out. That bastard made me wait for him for an hour. I stood in front of my old school for an hour, which meant I got to meet all the people from my school. It was surprising how many people knew me.


                     So damn popular

This motherfucker finally decided to show up one hour, and four cigarettes later. Then we had to find a cab, which was a herculean task in itself. We finally got a cab, and there was this pretty lady there, wearing a sari. Somehow, I resisted my urge to scream,”Milf Beautiful lady!!!!” so kudos to me.

We went to a music shop with a lot of instruments in it. Its probably what Ed Sheeran’s Red Room of Pain (Pleasure, in this case?) looks like.


Kinda like this but instead of all the BDSM stuff there were different musical stuff, and also it wasn’t red.

The man in the shop was nice, and gave us a discount, because Solomon is a Christian and he is a Christian. I’m not lying. That really was the reason he gave us a discount.

After that display of inter religious love, we went to an electronics shop, because Solomon had apparently bought a USB cable which stopped working after two days. He mentioned the words “two days” around six times, in a really aggressive manner, and I just stood beside him, whispering, “The Buddha taught us to chill out, bro, please chill.”

After getting the cable replaced, we went to a cyber café close by. Now, I shit you not. The owner of this cyber café is out of station for around 8 months of the year, and the cyber café is closed during that time. On rare occasions, it is open, and he greets customers with, “Yeah, just back from Thailand”. The café is his only source of income, so I’ve always wondered how he manages to maintain his lifestyle (“Yeah bro, just back from New York”). Maybe he sells weed on the low low. His shop is full of very rhasta items. He probably loves Bob Marley more than the country of Jamaica does.
We met some of our other friends there. We proceeded to pick on one of our friends. I don’t know what it is about him, but he always gets roasted.

By the way, have you ever noticed that if there are just two friends hanging out together, everything is very civil. However, as soon as a third friend joins, it turns into the fucking roast of Justin Bieber with Martha Stewart and Jeff Ross ripping his ass apart.


I don’t even watch GOT but it’s still funny

My friends and I played Dota2 for some time, and smoked a few. After getting our asses handed to us, we left that place. We went to a restaurant called Norgume. The owner is very nice and friendly with me. I call him Chojo which is Tibetan for brother(I think?). The restaurant has no smoking signs on its walls, and ash trays under the tables.


Chai and cigarettes; what more could you want?

After having some noodles, and cigarettes, me and Solomon went back home. I reached home, and my mum was a little mad at me, cause I had come home late, but it soon faded away. Then I had my dinner, and tried to play some guitar. After that, I fell asleep. I was so tired. It was one of the rare days on which I slept early. This miracle took place because I was tired and also cause I had to wake up early the next day. More about that in the next entry.

Kaustubh Rai


4th April ( 420 my people)

The day began with me waking up with a headache. That probably has nothing to do with how I slept at around 2:30 in the morning, after calculating the number of hours of sleep I would get if I fell asleep that very instant (I can’t be the only one who does that right? Right?). Incase you were wondering what I was doing at 2:30 in the morning, I was watching anime. I was watching Clannad. It’s an amazing anime, by the way. You should totally give it a go, if you like anime, or if you have eyes.


Speaking of anime, this girl shot me down by saying she doesn’t watch anime, but her Instagram username said otherwise. Ladies and gentleman, don’t do that kind of thing. Feels bad man. 😥

So, after going to sleep at an hour when the Indian army probably starts patrolling the borders (huge respect, by the way, to the armed forces), I was woken up at around 8. They’ll tell you that six hours is enough sleep, but don’t let them fool you. Science will almost always be proven wrong in the future. Happened to Newton, and it can happen to some scientists who study sleep as well.

By the time I was completely awake, my mum had already left the house. Poor woman. She’s always so busy. My parents have always been busy, as far as I can remember. Other people tell me it was the same for them too. Yup, we are a generation of kids raised by kids i.e. ourselves. Unless your parents brought a house maid from the Dooars area. That is totally illegal, by the way, if the maid is younger than 14(?) years of age. YOSH. Child labour? Illegal. Hotel? Trivago.

After being forced out of bed, I fed my kittens. Cat food smells so weird. And then, I got back into bed, after waving good bye to dad. I binge watched Clannad. The ending song of Clannad is so very cute. Dango, dango. Watch it here if you want:  the dango song. so cute
I was forced to have my breakfast at around 12, by the dizziness in my head, and my bestie, Bhuntu. She loves me, even though she keeps calling me a fuckboi.


That’s what breakfast looked like.

After brunch, I decided to go out. I needed a smoke. It had been one day since I had quit. Ah well, I was never known for being a quitter. By the way, One Day by Matisyahu is such a nice song. Good vibes. So, I  finally stepped out of my house. I hadn’t seen the sun in two days, I think. I went out, looking at everything like I was seeing it for the first time (is that green thing called a frog? Oh wait,no, that’s a tree.).  I had a cup of tea and a cigarette. By tea I mean black tea, because I’m a poor broke boy who can’t afford milk tea yo *cries*.

After my brief outing, I came back home, cleaned up my room, and started binging on Clannad again. I finally finished it. I’m not gonna watch the second season, cause I know what happens in it and I don’t wanna be emotionally assaulted. Then, I fell asleep. I woke up to my mum screaming at me, and sniffing up my room, because apparently, I keep alcohol in my room (I don’t). So, me and my parents had a small quarrel, but we resolved it quickly. Around this time, I started trying to learn how to play the guitar again. I succeeded a little, I failed a little. Then, I decided I wanted a journal/blog, and so here we are. I’m typing this after having my dinner, and maybe this will turn into a nice routine of sorts.


Dinner. The red thing from breakfast lived on. Because COMMUNISM SHALL NEVER BE DESTROYED.

I’ll try to upload a little something everyday. Hopefully, this is the start of a new journey.

Oh, and Happy 420 day, the only day happier than Christmas for some.

Kaustubh Rai


So ….. New blog.

Hey everyone. I ditched my old blog for this new one. I don’t know why I did it.
I just wanted a fresh start, I guess.

Well, this is my new blog. I hope people enjoy, and support this one as much as the old one. Maybe if I’m lucky, they’ll like it even more. Although, this blog will be for myself, so it won’t really matter anyway.

My last blog just consisted of me uploading poems, but this one will be different. I wanna make this into a sort of personal journal. So, some of my posts will be private. Some may even be password protected, but most will be open to all.

I’ll also write about all the places I travelled to, or will travel to in the future.  I love traveling around, though I’m stuck at home right now.

And….. That’s it guys. I hope you all like this blog. And, thanks for visiting.