doubts

Am I on the right track?

Прощай оружие

Today I gotta go to Canought PLace (God knows what's Canought! can-not). I took a bus. I was chilling, looking around and getting numerous gazes from my co-travellers. The bus pulled up at another stop. A conductor yelled the stop's name and announced the next one. A bunch of people headed the exit, another bunch squeezed inside. A guy in civvies with the gun at the ready got into the bus. The bus took off.

I was busy observing the surroundings when it struk my mind there is a guy with the gun at the ready in the bus. He sat by me. I was trying to figure out what are the others thinking about and imagine the tomorrow's headlines. Meanwhile the guy chantting something started to charge the gun. Then he switched to the driver and people around. "Hay, bhayya..jaldi jaldi..." (Hey, bro.. Hurry up!)

He wasn't agressive though, I would rather say pensive and frustrated...not really...he looked sort of indifferent...

Well..I had been staying cold-blooded but got kinda nervouse at a some point analizing the possibilities of escape thourgh the broken window next to me.

Then the bus stopped in front of the India Gate and the guy with the gun at the ready got off.

I ve got balls to take some pictures of him. So...coming soon - cam's lens Vs. gun tube! lemme get the film developed.

Gonna check the Internet whether there was any massacre in the city today)

Пардон за мой французкий

Хочу извиниться перед нашими немногочисленными, но преданными русскоязычными читателями из Москвы - я не могу пистаь по-русски, каждый раз получается "наши соотечественники из-за рубежа сообщают...".

I'm just a patsy or Charity sucks big time

I got involved into a charity organization aiming to help the children of the constructor workers who live on campus of my university. Argrhh...Another longgggg "ahem...sure, let's do it" story.
Some time ago I encountered the girl at my school who is kinda 'social aware' (not sure that something like that exists in the English language, but well, you got my point, didn't you? - she CARES). Since I'd been knowing her for a good while and she speaks my language I was supposed to be friendly with her.
Anyways... She told me about the photo exhibition they are gonna hold next month and asked me whether I want to take part in it. Gr8! My ego spoke out of me(or am I was just speaking out of my ass?...donno) : SAA 'hipsters' rot in your 'intellectual hub of India'! I m moving on.
I was pretty sure it's gonna be a single-mission flight - go-shoot-get famous sort of thingy. Didn't happen.
This Saturday I had been invited to their 'office' to meet children. Jesus! I spent Saturday evening with children! They made me watch Maugli (in Hindi, that's even worse) and distribute cookies among the kids. Well, it's another story... There are 7 things in the world I hate the most. 'Children' and 'charity' occupy the top of my chart... Okaaay-okaay! I haven't figured out yet the other 5, but it was a cool way to say it, wasn't it? Anyway.
When they finished their charity-activities, I was about to sneak away, but missed a chance and had to stay back for the Meeting. To make the long (and sad) story short, now I am a volunteer (well, it's not like I REALLY volunteered, but...) crafts teacher every Saturdays. Damn it!
Moreover this (awesome) Sunday evening I had to spend playing football with little beasts...God's creatures, I meant to say. Well, to be precise, I spent the Sunday evening (that could have been awesome and languishing) looking for a soccer ball, coz people from chaity organization didn't care much to get one BEFORE the footBALL match.
I was about to write a passage on how DO they care about all those Samaritan issues they proclaim, but don't wanna give a shit. It's too pathetic. 'Oh, that charity thing will look nice on my CV for UNO'. 'uck it! But to be honest they do something, at least the vaccination. (however I guess, it's not gonna work for the people who poop in front of their houses).
Anyway, I am still taking part in the exhibition. And I am not smelling of roses eventually...

были сильные мОрОзы мы в шкОлу не хОдили

I was about to get up and start my morning routine when I got the text from my prof. It said:- "taken a discision to cancel the class because of rain". Cool! It has been raining for at least 20 hours so far. Everything is just one mash of mud outside. The bed sheets and curtains and those of my sparse belongings which can soak the water are soggy and start to stink now.
I think it is the first real real mansoon rain I 've seen. The iconic one as from Passage to India or Anna and the king.

Apparantly it cleaned the air and wiped away all the dust so now you literly CAN breath (not merely gasp for some oxigen time to time just to keep the system working) but there is always But. The sad rain drove togather sh*t loads of flies into my room! It's like I had been dead for 3 days or so. Gosh!
Get me out fo here!

Gosh..you must be joking me...

А вот у моего однокурсника сын родился.
Gosh...Good heavens!

Фасилитессс

Открыла для себя коондиционированный комфорт библиотеки. Лучше поздно, чем никогда, я считаю.
Наслождаюсь!
Сделаю завтра фотографии. Покажу.

П.с. Считаю возмутительным, что афтопроверка правописания не работает...Оч глупо себя чувствую)