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Pigeons should die!
Everybody is an animal lover these days. You either want to protect the street dogs or the cows being slaughtered or even touched. I am an animal lover too. I love all the animals on the planet and, I do think like Vaikkom Mohammed Basheer - every animal has a place here; except pigeons. It's not that I hate pigeons but, yes; I do hate them. There are a number of reasons as to why I dislike our feathered friends from heaven. Firstly, they shit. We all do, but, pigeons take their shit to the next level. Pigeons crap everywhere and there isn't anything you can do to stop them. Their poo has so much of uric acid that anything they defecate on, gets corroded. When engineering miracles take into consideration pigeon poop, you know this shit is real. For example, the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco was built taking into consideration the copious amounts of pigeon poop it is going to be showered upon during its lifetime. Their shit can literally destroy buildings. Pigeons ar...
Chronicles of Kaliyapuram- I
DISCLAIMER: The following content contains mature content, strong language, comical nudity, and profanity. Not suitable for people who have offensivitis. Reader Discretion Advised The welcome ceremony in college was grand. We were in a huge auditorium and the Late P K Das (the man with the entire alphabet as his suffix) gave us the welcome address. He never spoke to public gathering again as he passed away a few weeks after our classes started. During this ceremony is when I met Kindi. A studious "looking" bloke with spectacles the size of the medieval stained glass. Once the ceremony was over, we were asked to visit the hostel. We were escorted to the hostel with a plethora of students, some in buses and some in their own vehicles. With great expectation, I traveled behind a bus to our hostel. The buses traveled through a barren wasteland to what looked like a run-down building. Our hostel. The great Kaliyapuram Men's Hostel. From here, if someone needed to see...
