The month of February had a very singular incident that needs to be mentioned cause it helped me to know two very important things (1) That I am fully capable of hurting myself (2) That there are people who can make me hurt myself. Have you ever encountered people who really PISSED you off? I am sure you did a lot and so did I, in my lifetime I have met many people who have managed to piss me off BIG TIME but the person that I am going to talk about now is perhaps the king of all the incompetent clever BASTURDS that ever existed on earth and by the sheer virtue of this quality he can make you go insane. Although he was never my friend but yet after my graduation he came to me and pursued me to take him along with me to wherever I would do my MBA. He followed me to Delhi and took admission in my college and I knew from that very moment that my bad luck has started. From day 1 that we started to live together he began to piss me off and it only increased exponentially. While I would go to college he would stay at home everyday coming up with newer and better names of diseases to bunk classes but that is only the beginning of it, at first I didn’t complain cause I thought that this was the first time he had come to Delhi and may be he needs a little time to settle in but things just kept getting worse and his incompetence in every matter grew in a geometric progression. Very soon I found myself doing his homework, cooking, buying grocery and listening to his worthless point of views- basically I was baby sitting him. After about two weeks I saw that the situation was not improving and he was becoming more and more homesick and that is when I decided to explain to him in my ESPECIAL way( which is not a very nice way and believe me you don’t want that explanation). Although people have always agreed to my explanations in the past yet this obnoxious fool seem to have a different set of genes altogether. He would not go to college, not go out or bother to do any work at home and his incompetence just kept on increasing along with my BP. Then came the dreaded day that it all happened and I completely lost my temper. Although he had not been doing any work or studies or anything worthwhile I was still adjusting with his incompetence, mountain of artificial sickness and his poor company but what happened that day made me do something that I never thought I was capable of doing. We had come from my Didi’s place and she gave us our dinner, which had been the usual custom for a few days since she knew that I was doing all the work so she helped me a bit every now and then, I realized that we needed some grocery so I ordered the stuff and within minutes I found that the delivery guy was here with the things. I told my roommate to please go down stairs(we were living on the 2^nd floor) and get the things but he gave me the i-would-not-do-any-work look and then followed it up with a how-dare-you-ask-me-to-work look. So, I had to go downstairs myself to get the stuff and that is when I found myself saying what the F***( F means fuck but this is a family blog so I have to be conscious) and suddenly like a nightmare it came to me that what was I doing, how can I let this mother f******(family blog mind you) son of a b**** do this. I realized that it was enough and I had done enough, I have taken crap and more crap in my life but this amount of crap was just too much for me. I went upstairs and began feeling a cold rage inside me and I never felt such way before, I knew I had to do something. I entered our room and said ”you mother F****** son of a B****, you bloody swine you won’t live with me you F****** A**HOLE you get out of my house” saying this I punched my hand thrice in the wall only so that I could control my anger and went out on the terrace leaving him in utter shock and dismay. Now why did I hit the wall and not him because in that cold rage too I knew that if I had hit him instead of the wall he would definitely end up in a hospital with cardiac-arrest, broken jaw and a ruptured eye and I would end up in Noida police station. I was still angry when I touched my hand to see if I had caused any injury to myself and discovered that I had broken one of my metacarpal bones. I did not worry about it at that time and quietly put on my sweater and went out to the nearest hospital. He(my roommate) tried to follow me but I warned him and said I would beat him to death if he followed me, on the way to the hospital I called Didi and told her that I have broken my arm, she was in gurgaon attending her friends birthday party and needless to say on hearing the news she gave out a cry that would put to shame even Nirupa Roy and other Ekta kapoor drama queens. I went to Prayag hospital and the receptionist was even more shocked to see me so calm and composed even with my broken arm. By the time Didi came to the hospital from gurgaon the doctor had already plastered my hand giving me about 400 pills to eat in the next seven days along with the dhai-kilo-ka-hath of Sunny Deol. I later came to know that my roommate had called Didi and was crying and too scared of me after witnessing me in such a volatile state. I gave no importance to that story cause I was still pissed off at him and no amount of tears from his eyes could change that. I came back to Didi’s place that night, she called everyone back home and lied for me saying that I had fallen off the stairs( god bless sisters) and broke my arm. I went to bed that night and was fast asleep because of the several shots of painkillers and sleeping medicine that were given to me. By the way for those interested to know my roommate’s name is Rajdeep Purkayastha…….and I was glad to get rid of him!!!!!