Monday, March 23, 2009
THE WHITE TIGER
One fine morning i opened my eyes.I was thinking again as usual .Last night i was going through the last few pages of the "MAN BOOKER" of 2008 ...THE WHITE TIGER.You know what a "WHITE TIGER " means in the literary sense .......it stands for a outstanding character.While i went to bed i was still thinking about the antagonist cum protgonist.Whether he was right in killing Mr. Ashok or was he a hardcore criminal .Have you been following the DELHI edition of THE INDIAN EXPRESS ..."New Delhi: Cop goes missing "..."10 YEAR OLD RAPED BY HER FATHER"...."CANNIBALS SENTENCED TO DEATH "...."AARUSHI SHARMA MYSTERY DEEPENS"..blah blah blah .
I just wandered deep into my thoughts as i waited my roomate to finish her turn ,so that i could go in to take my bath.
I think and think again ......and keep thinking and i reach a conclusion ..i dont know how sanity approves it .....BALRAM HALWAI did it right .The murder was well -devised and appropriate.He murdered his so-called suave boss ....barely thinking about what would happen to his family ........I know what you would say now ...that he should have stuck to him bare minimum salary ....sent half of it home and lived like another dirty worm in the drain who lived and died for nothing .
But ....he lived ...he lived for himself .....a lonely life though(Anyway he was lonely .......) ...and absolutely MADE IT ...whatever it was to him ....getting the best blonde or making 7 times the money he had eloped with .I feel that was his right ..he never got what he deserved .....He was pushed out of the school .....he had to clean the "ARSES" of his so-called masters,he had to live like a shodden animal just metres apart from the palatial chambers where his masters lived like kings .
And why ..i would like to quote "SOME MEN ARE BORN GREAT AND SOME BORN TO BE THEIR SLAVES ".Isnt it .
Every morning as you open your eyes ,every morning that you head to your workplace ,and every evening you come and see the faces of your loved ones everyone expects you to flash a smile on your face ,a big one , a confirmation that everything is safe and secure ..and if by chance some thing looks out of place ........no one even cares for a while before they come heavily on you .WHY AM I NOT HUMAN ?????? Is my life supposed to be perfect like the blonde travelling in a PORCHE flashing her tiara and her sunglasses .Oh no i forgot ..i wasn't born great ....Just that my father was not corrupt enough to hoodwink people and today i face the disaster ....just because he couldnt steal .
And those who did ...sorry no offences meant ....their beautiful lady florence like daughters ,travelling in those beautiful cars ,not even a speck of sunlight touching their golden colored skin ....look at them .Today i bear the dire consequences of my father's honesty .........And i am in no mood to do the same .
The crux of the matter is ..all of us ..we have reached a point ..where we dont respect anything..where love doesnt matter ,diligence doesnt matter ,honesty doesnt matter ....all that matters is what appeals to your flesh ..........
So what if BALRAM HALWAI muredered his boss .His act expurgated the "SINS" ....i.e honesty ...of his father .He absolved all his generations of ......pain ,humilition and oppression .....once and for all .
Yes for once and for all ...I am not a murderer ...you are not as well ...but at the end of the day who cares ..........if my a** gets kicked everyday ..should i hesiatate to do the same ...if i do ..i am undoubtedly GOD ..if i dont i BET i am the finest of all humans ......No offences meant
I just wandered deep into my thoughts as i waited my roomate to finish her turn ,so that i could go in to take my bath.
I think and think again ......and keep thinking and i reach a conclusion ..i dont know how sanity approves it .....BALRAM HALWAI did it right .The murder was well -devised and appropriate.He murdered his so-called suave boss ....barely thinking about what would happen to his family ........I know what you would say now ...that he should have stuck to him bare minimum salary ....sent half of it home and lived like another dirty worm in the drain who lived and died for nothing .
But ....he lived ...he lived for himself .....a lonely life though(Anyway he was lonely .......) ...and absolutely MADE IT ...whatever it was to him ....getting the best blonde or making 7 times the money he had eloped with .I feel that was his right ..he never got what he deserved .....He was pushed out of the school .....he had to clean the "ARSES" of his so-called masters,he had to live like a shodden animal just metres apart from the palatial chambers where his masters lived like kings .
And why ..i would like to quote "SOME MEN ARE BORN GREAT AND SOME BORN TO BE THEIR SLAVES ".Isnt it .
Every morning as you open your eyes ,every morning that you head to your workplace ,and every evening you come and see the faces of your loved ones everyone expects you to flash a smile on your face ,a big one , a confirmation that everything is safe and secure ..and if by chance some thing looks out of place ........no one even cares for a while before they come heavily on you .WHY AM I NOT HUMAN ?????? Is my life supposed to be perfect like the blonde travelling in a PORCHE flashing her tiara and her sunglasses .Oh no i forgot ..i wasn't born great ....Just that my father was not corrupt enough to hoodwink people and today i face the disaster ....just because he couldnt steal .
And those who did ...sorry no offences meant ....their beautiful lady florence like daughters ,travelling in those beautiful cars ,not even a speck of sunlight touching their golden colored skin ....look at them .Today i bear the dire consequences of my father's honesty .........And i am in no mood to do the same .
The crux of the matter is ..all of us ..we have reached a point ..where we dont respect anything..where love doesnt matter ,diligence doesnt matter ,honesty doesnt matter ....all that matters is what appeals to your flesh ..........
So what if BALRAM HALWAI muredered his boss .His act expurgated the "SINS" ....i.e honesty ...of his father .He absolved all his generations of ......pain ,humilition and oppression .....once and for all .
Yes for once and for all ...I am not a murderer ...you are not as well ...but at the end of the day who cares ..........if my a** gets kicked everyday ..should i hesiatate to do the same ...if i do ..i am undoubtedly GOD ..if i dont i BET i am the finest of all humans ......No offences meant
THE DAY IT RAINNED
Lovely friday evening ......the rain has almost drenched my parched soul..i have soaked it all .....
Walking out of the office is always a great feeling.Getting into it is something ....i hate to describe.Got into a auto ,convinced him for a total of 20 bucks ....got down and got into another one.I am blankly looking around ,waiting for the autowallah to load his maximum capacity .I am thinking as well ,as i always do .Voidly staring at the traffic signal turn from red to green ,vice-versa.The autowallah is shouting at the top of his voice ....."LV PRASAD"....understand his frustration ..it is already 20 minutes ..still no one.Even i am getting a little impatient.My fiance just called me up ."Where are you,i am already home"..he sounded a little impatient .Finally i speak up ..."Bhaiyya chaliye bhi ..kitna time wait karoge".... no reply ...he is half inside and half outside the auto .....he is busy coaxing people to board his auto ..""ma'am idhar ,LV PRASAD.Ray of hope within 5 minutes ...it is almost ready to go.
Our "UDHAN KAHTOLA" as i call it ,swerves past cabs ,cars and all others of its own kind.I am sitting beside the open door ,as i always do whether it is a train ,bus or anything else,i just love to look outside .And today i am loving it more and more .The cold wind is thumping on my face ,the lights are rushing past me ........the drizzle is falling on my face .Whoa i just love the feeling.
I got down ...crossed the road ..took another auto .....and got down straight at madhapur.Desperately crossed the road ... rushed up the staircase of the pink coloured building and banged the door ...i often do that ,and i swear that the, feeling of doing that never dies ,it never gets boring and monotonous ,the face that reveals itself is the most soothing and most tolerant face on the earth .It smiles ,and the smile itself says it all ,that whatever you do ....whatever you are ..you are always welcome ...it is a smile of acceptance .
We go downstairs and i jump into my place in the car and head for KFC .
We have our food ,go for a chai and head back home .A wonderful evening.A wonderful friend.I wonder why we need so much in life .After all the best things in life are free only....
Love
sushmita
Walking out of the office is always a great feeling.Getting into it is something ....i hate to describe.Got into a auto ,convinced him for a total of 20 bucks ....got down and got into another one.I am blankly looking around ,waiting for the autowallah to load his maximum capacity .I am thinking as well ,as i always do .Voidly staring at the traffic signal turn from red to green ,vice-versa.The autowallah is shouting at the top of his voice ....."LV PRASAD"....understand his frustration ..it is already 20 minutes ..still no one.Even i am getting a little impatient.My fiance just called me up ."Where are you,i am already home"..he sounded a little impatient .Finally i speak up ..."Bhaiyya chaliye bhi ..kitna time wait karoge".... no reply ...he is half inside and half outside the auto .....he is busy coaxing people to board his auto ..""ma'am idhar ,LV PRASAD.Ray of hope within 5 minutes ...it is almost ready to go.
Our "UDHAN KAHTOLA" as i call it ,swerves past cabs ,cars and all others of its own kind.I am sitting beside the open door ,as i always do whether it is a train ,bus or anything else,i just love to look outside .And today i am loving it more and more .The cold wind is thumping on my face ,the lights are rushing past me ........the drizzle is falling on my face .Whoa i just love the feeling.
I got down ...crossed the road ..took another auto .....and got down straight at madhapur.Desperately crossed the road ... rushed up the staircase of the pink coloured building and banged the door ...i often do that ,and i swear that the, feeling of doing that never dies ,it never gets boring and monotonous ,the face that reveals itself is the most soothing and most tolerant face on the earth .It smiles ,and the smile itself says it all ,that whatever you do ....whatever you are ..you are always welcome ...it is a smile of acceptance .
We go downstairs and i jump into my place in the car and head for KFC .
We have our food ,go for a chai and head back home .A wonderful evening.A wonderful friend.I wonder why we need so much in life .After all the best things in life are free only....
Love
sushmita
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
240 watts
Somehow time is drifting .....Yesterday suddenly when i looked at the calendar i realized that in another 55 days ..i will complete 2 years in hyderabad .....My heartbeats stopped and i actually couldnt feel my heart pounding for a while.2 long years !!!!!!And i still feel like a child lost in the bewilderness ,floundering ,scuttling.
I stilll love to loose myself in the bygone years ,moments and people almost imagining that everything and everyone just the same when i left them . I keep travelling back and forth in time talking to people in my thoughts. I still ponder if anything has actually happened in these last two years ...i am still there rushing through those alleys with my college bag ....lest i get late for a lecture .Seems like time has stopped long long back or may be its just that i dont want it to budge.When i open my eyes in the morning ...i take time to realize where i am .It is as if those voices are still resonating in my ears calling me aloud...SUSH GET UP !!!!!! WE ARE LATE FOR THE LECTURE.......As i get up ,and head for the bathroom ....again ....i start dreaming ......we never had the concept of a attached bathroom in the college ....we had common bathrooms ....and then LIPSA ,MAGGI would always be there , begging an excuse .....5 MINUTES ...HO JAYEGA ...For the lazybirds like me ....i used to be last in the queue and heavens forbid if PRIYAJITA got in ..... you had no chance whatever .....
One night a few ladies had seen AMERICAN PIE -5.The next morning i saw someone brushing at the wash basin .We looked at each other ,we hadnt uttered a word ,and we burst out laughing(Rememeber the running race).
And i also remember the evening when the most innocuous character of my batch (one lady,i wont name because she is married ) was forced into this dirty world of lust and desire . yeah something in her had compellled her to go and get the BASIC INSTINCT CD from the local CD shop all alone.HATS OFF to her .One big thing for a woman like her.
As i take my cab ...to office everything starts moving behind .....everything starts blurring .....and i again start dreaming ......CANTEEN ...that was our favourite hangout.It was probably the most happeneing place in the entire college because you would be sleeping in the class and once you got there you suddenly got that elixir of life,familiar faces,seniors ,juniors ranting about "COUNTERSTRIKE" or the P*** movie they saw last night,.It had the flavour and happeningness of a fish market i would say ,i loved it.Irrespective of any engagements a visit to the canteen was a must .Myself and vasu .....we used to savor the idli and tea there ... today also i have the same breakfast ....but something is seriously missing .If you are going through my blog i would certainly suggest you something ....everything in life is beautiful ..even the smallest things ....but most of the times we dont realize them, not because we dont have the knack to do so ..rather because .. we are alone most of the times ,we surround ourshelves with so much of us that we see only ourshelves .We dont have someone who could say ...look thats so amazing.The worst is enjoyable in the company of the best.Alone we are nothing.
My eyes are almost closing down ....not that i am sleepy ,i dont want to look at the disconcerting "Tamasha" outside.
Amartya,vasu,harish,krithika,abhijeet ......my five close buddies..
Amartya----alias GOPABANDHU DASH---FAMOUS PHILOSOPHER
harish-----HARIA---GUY NEXT DOOR
VASU------HUMARI BEHENJI----THE APPLE OF EVERY GUY'S EYES
KRITHIKA----SEXY MAMA----MADDU DON
ABHIJEET----GHOSH ----THE MADMAN
SUSH---LAILA----(I OWE THIS NAME TO MR.DON DAS....i am quite thankful to you sir ...my classmates still address me by this name,and i will never forget the day you coined this phrase...prefinal year hallday..heheh)
It is impossible to come into terms with the present .My heart is stuck somewhere in the labyrinths of my college.I keep on pining and pining......................I get down from the cab leaving the comfort of the AC and the sound of the radio FM behind me until it fades into nothingness.An auto stops ......and here i go .......to end another day of "GODS KNOWS WHAT".
I stilll love to loose myself in the bygone years ,moments and people almost imagining that everything and everyone just the same when i left them . I keep travelling back and forth in time talking to people in my thoughts. I still ponder if anything has actually happened in these last two years ...i am still there rushing through those alleys with my college bag ....lest i get late for a lecture .Seems like time has stopped long long back or may be its just that i dont want it to budge.When i open my eyes in the morning ...i take time to realize where i am .It is as if those voices are still resonating in my ears calling me aloud...SUSH GET UP !!!!!! WE ARE LATE FOR THE LECTURE.......As i get up ,and head for the bathroom ....again ....i start dreaming ......we never had the concept of a attached bathroom in the college ....we had common bathrooms ....and then LIPSA ,MAGGI would always be there , begging an excuse .....5 MINUTES ...HO JAYEGA ...For the lazybirds like me ....i used to be last in the queue and heavens forbid if PRIYAJITA got in ..... you had no chance whatever .....
One night a few ladies had seen AMERICAN PIE -5.The next morning i saw someone brushing at the wash basin .We looked at each other ,we hadnt uttered a word ,and we burst out laughing(Rememeber the running race).
And i also remember the evening when the most innocuous character of my batch (one lady,i wont name because she is married ) was forced into this dirty world of lust and desire . yeah something in her had compellled her to go and get the BASIC INSTINCT CD from the local CD shop all alone.HATS OFF to her .One big thing for a woman like her.
As i take my cab ...to office everything starts moving behind .....everything starts blurring .....and i again start dreaming ......CANTEEN ...that was our favourite hangout.It was probably the most happeneing place in the entire college because you would be sleeping in the class and once you got there you suddenly got that elixir of life,familiar faces,seniors ,juniors ranting about "COUNTERSTRIKE" or the P*** movie they saw last night,.It had the flavour and happeningness of a fish market i would say ,i loved it.Irrespective of any engagements a visit to the canteen was a must .Myself and vasu .....we used to savor the idli and tea there ... today also i have the same breakfast ....but something is seriously missing .If you are going through my blog i would certainly suggest you something ....everything in life is beautiful ..even the smallest things ....but most of the times we dont realize them, not because we dont have the knack to do so ..rather because .. we are alone most of the times ,we surround ourshelves with so much of us that we see only ourshelves .We dont have someone who could say ...look thats so amazing.The worst is enjoyable in the company of the best.Alone we are nothing.
My eyes are almost closing down ....not that i am sleepy ,i dont want to look at the disconcerting "Tamasha" outside.
Amartya,vasu,harish,krithika,abhijeet ......my five close buddies..
Amartya----alias GOPABANDHU DASH---FAMOUS PHILOSOPHER
harish-----HARIA---GUY NEXT DOOR
VASU------HUMARI BEHENJI----THE APPLE OF EVERY GUY'S EYES
KRITHIKA----SEXY MAMA----MADDU DON
ABHIJEET----GHOSH ----THE MADMAN
SUSH---LAILA----(I OWE THIS NAME TO MR.DON DAS....i am quite thankful to you sir ...my classmates still address me by this name,and i will never forget the day you coined this phrase...prefinal year hallday..heheh)
It is impossible to come into terms with the present .My heart is stuck somewhere in the labyrinths of my college.I keep on pining and pining......................I get down from the cab leaving the comfort of the AC and the sound of the radio FM behind me until it fades into nothingness.An auto stops ......and here i go .......to end another day of "GODS KNOWS WHAT".
Who Killed Jimmy??
Life is usually tough for a sloth ...but that is what i am ..an inveterate sloth which clearly states that i love to do nothing.By the way i am not here to prove that i am breaking my slothdom ..in anyway ....i love staticity ,everyone does.But i would like to throw some light on of my intermittent visits here .
one winter evening i was fast asleep ,and suddenly i got up with a start ...i had a nightmare .....
full of people here there everywhere and in the middle was i ....standing on my toes trying to manage with the bare minimum space as possible ........like a sadhu baba .There was noise and chaos ..people were getting mad .suddenly someone came running brushing by my side and before i realized anything ..i had fallen into a dark sewage ......i tried to yell but my voice was inaudible to myself..the next moment i was wide awake on my bed looking at the open bottom of the sewage which had transformed itself into the ceiling.
I tried to dismiss it as just another dream but it kept coming .Something was bugging me .Then suddenly i realized one day ,everytime i landed up in the pit ...i used to find myself on the bed glacing at the ceiling .But what if i never woke up .What if i got stuck up there while it started raining and water rose to my knees ,waist ,neck ......What would happen to my loved ones........they would probably mourn till the end of their lives not because of the sheer loss of me .........but rather my clueless sad demise ...and my innocuous sad soul would be damned to perdition right there in the sewage ......WHAT PLIGHT ......there is a proverb in hindi ....DHOBI KA KUTTA ..NA GHAR KA NA GHAAT KA.My entire life was caught up in the dirty drains and my death in a sewage .
So i decided right there .......whatever it be ..i wont let my death go unanswered ...rather my blog will bear testimony to whatever happened ..."THE DAY I DIE"...Although i dont expect people to come running to salvage my poor soul ,but i still hope that would offer some fruits and offerings to the gods and deities ..so that they help me in the cause .By the way now that i am still alive ans still inmy senses i would like focus on a number of other issues which is why i landed up in the dark pit ....
Enter Jimmy....
Now i have cared to bring jimmy into picture because his people loved him just the way my parents love me ,and his death would bring same amount to greif to his people as mine getting caught up in that shithole would to my parents.Jimmy is a cute and short ....fellow .He has those really nice long hair that can leave women blushing .He is one thing man .But usually he looses his temper especially when he sees unknown people ....not that he is a misanthrope ....he loves his own people .May be he gets stressed out at times like all of us do ......Last time a friend saw him he was shouting so badly ....that he ended up with a bad throat ....my friend thought he had TB or something .Another friend who hesitates to be named ......gave a DHAMKI ...that one night he was gonna finish him off.....Now that Jimmy is DEAD ....MAMLA THANDA PAD GAAYA HAI.
So it all started this way ...it was a wonderful bright morning making me redolent of spring.It was 6 :00 clock in the morning .I had decided to wake up early and go for a walk .I was happily jogging on the footpath without paying any heed to the potholes or sewages ......Far from the distance i could someone shouting ,it sounded familiar .....as i got closer i discovered that it was none other than jimmy .I waved but it shouted .....Icontinued on my course.Then suddenly something went past me .....man!! it was like the flash of a lightning,so fast ,my mind went blank and my fingers went numb.pooh!! I looked at my white tracks ....i ran my fingers on my face ....suddenly i started feeling uneasy ......the thoughts of the black pit started coming to me .I decided to head back home.
Days passed ......and one sunday afternoon when i was killing time doing nothing ....a thought crossed my mind.....that why not drop in at Jimmy's.I dressed up fast ,took an auto and here i was ....I opened the gate ..rushed upstairs ......but no one was to be found.I desperately tried to find someone ....but to no avail.Then when i was leaving their house one old woman bumped into me .It was jimmy's owner .With tears in her eyes .......she almost burst into uncontrollable tears ......yes JIMMY WAS NO MORE .It had happened the same day i had gone for a walk .......the vehicle ..that had run past me .......THE BRAND NEW AUDI A8.....
Jimmy had decided to move on its own ..it was happily strolling on the road .......because it hardly got to do that ...most of the time it was in chains only .........but ......it had been run over ....by the BRAND NEW AUDI A8.
ALAS!! still i feel that it was luckier than me in many respects ..1st>>It didnt have to die in the sewer 2nd>> Guess one rich man's AUDI ...put an end to its fragile life .And the big garland he presented on the funereal.....was worth a sight .
Now i have also decided....no sewer ..if i have to die ..it should be nothing short of a bentley.That is what can me salvation from the dark sewer.Not that tough ..you can try it in the CITY OF VILLIANS.
one winter evening i was fast asleep ,and suddenly i got up with a start ...i had a nightmare .....
full of people here there everywhere and in the middle was i ....standing on my toes trying to manage with the bare minimum space as possible ........like a sadhu baba .There was noise and chaos ..people were getting mad .suddenly someone came running brushing by my side and before i realized anything ..i had fallen into a dark sewage ......i tried to yell but my voice was inaudible to myself..the next moment i was wide awake on my bed looking at the open bottom of the sewage which had transformed itself into the ceiling.
I tried to dismiss it as just another dream but it kept coming .Something was bugging me .Then suddenly i realized one day ,everytime i landed up in the pit ...i used to find myself on the bed glacing at the ceiling .But what if i never woke up .What if i got stuck up there while it started raining and water rose to my knees ,waist ,neck ......What would happen to my loved ones........they would probably mourn till the end of their lives not because of the sheer loss of me .........but rather my clueless sad demise ...and my innocuous sad soul would be damned to perdition right there in the sewage ......WHAT PLIGHT ......there is a proverb in hindi ....DHOBI KA KUTTA ..NA GHAR KA NA GHAAT KA.My entire life was caught up in the dirty drains and my death in a sewage .
So i decided right there .......whatever it be ..i wont let my death go unanswered ...rather my blog will bear testimony to whatever happened ..."THE DAY I DIE"...Although i dont expect people to come running to salvage my poor soul ,but i still hope that would offer some fruits and offerings to the gods and deities ..so that they help me in the cause .By the way now that i am still alive ans still inmy senses i would like focus on a number of other issues which is why i landed up in the dark pit ....
Enter Jimmy....
Now i have cared to bring jimmy into picture because his people loved him just the way my parents love me ,and his death would bring same amount to greif to his people as mine getting caught up in that shithole would to my parents.Jimmy is a cute and short ....fellow .He has those really nice long hair that can leave women blushing .He is one thing man .But usually he looses his temper especially when he sees unknown people ....not that he is a misanthrope ....he loves his own people .May be he gets stressed out at times like all of us do ......Last time a friend saw him he was shouting so badly ....that he ended up with a bad throat ....my friend thought he had TB or something .Another friend who hesitates to be named ......gave a DHAMKI ...that one night he was gonna finish him off.....Now that Jimmy is DEAD ....MAMLA THANDA PAD GAAYA HAI.
So it all started this way ...it was a wonderful bright morning making me redolent of spring.It was 6 :00 clock in the morning .I had decided to wake up early and go for a walk .I was happily jogging on the footpath without paying any heed to the potholes or sewages ......Far from the distance i could someone shouting ,it sounded familiar .....as i got closer i discovered that it was none other than jimmy .I waved but it shouted .....Icontinued on my course.Then suddenly something went past me .....man!! it was like the flash of a lightning,so fast ,my mind went blank and my fingers went numb.pooh!! I looked at my white tracks ....i ran my fingers on my face ....suddenly i started feeling uneasy ......the thoughts of the black pit started coming to me .I decided to head back home.
Days passed ......and one sunday afternoon when i was killing time doing nothing ....a thought crossed my mind.....that why not drop in at Jimmy's.I dressed up fast ,took an auto and here i was ....I opened the gate ..rushed upstairs ......but no one was to be found.I desperately tried to find someone ....but to no avail.Then when i was leaving their house one old woman bumped into me .It was jimmy's owner .With tears in her eyes .......she almost burst into uncontrollable tears ......yes JIMMY WAS NO MORE .It had happened the same day i had gone for a walk .......the vehicle ..that had run past me .......THE BRAND NEW AUDI A8.....
Jimmy had decided to move on its own ..it was happily strolling on the road .......because it hardly got to do that ...most of the time it was in chains only .........but ......it had been run over ....by the BRAND NEW AUDI A8.
ALAS!! still i feel that it was luckier than me in many respects ..1st>>It didnt have to die in the sewer 2nd>> Guess one rich man's AUDI ...put an end to its fragile life .And the big garland he presented on the funereal.....was worth a sight .
Now i have also decided....no sewer ..if i have to die ..it should be nothing short of a bentley.That is what can me salvation from the dark sewer.Not that tough ..you can try it in the CITY OF VILLIANS.
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