August 11 th it was....

It all started 3 years ago when I started my journey to United States of Amrika on August 11th. Hopes of getting job were more than studying Masters degree. I met few more students and decided to stay together. We all became friends and decided to stay in 31 Alfred. All of my friends seemed to be pretty normal except one weird friend named Pratik. I have no idea what he used to do but he said he made goat poo by giving her a puff of cigarette. The day I heard that, my world was shattered. During the first three months of studies Pratik used to tell many of his past stories and claimed to be true. He once had lost 100 Rs at sea shore and found exactly same 100 Rs after 1 year. During my first three months with Pratik I used to treat him as my GOD and used to respect him as people respect Rajnikanth. I used to dream and used to think when my life would become like Pratik singh. He also told me once that his childhood dream was to be a "Suicide Bomber". During his childhood he tried to hide all kinds of things in his shirt. While playing cricket he used to try to hide bat, stumps inside his shirt without anybody knowing. At the age of 15 Pratik started visiting porn sites and used to search for hidden terrorism messages. He got close to find message once when one photo said.. "She can hide solid ones inside her and can kill you by her looks". There were links below that image saying "View Free Video". Pratik visited the links but it was a dead end and did not find any message of terrorism and thus was not able to proceed further. Else he could have almost accomplished his longtime dream. As days passed by Pratik became angry young man.  Below you can see his photo before coming to US and after few months when he was trying to threaten one of our friends for life.

Days passed by, months passed by,, years passed by.. Pratik got violent and he started practicing his old techniques of involving goat in suicide bombing.. he tried doing weird stuff. He started giving goat RDX and then let her smoke a cigarette hoping she will explode.. He was real man of dreams. Few months later I got internship and I moved to another city. Time passed and few months later I heard he graduated from grad school and got a job. He seemed happy during his graduation but I am not aware if still wants to pursue his old dream.

He lately started smoking weed I guess because once when I went to Walmart with him and he was arguing with the person at the counter. Below is the transcript of what happened that night and I swear I never ever went for groceries with him.

Pratik: “Excuse me! I am confused as this doesn’t make any sense. The bread says 100% whole wheat. So does that mean it is brown or white ?

Walmart Rep: “It’s brown.”

Pratik: “But, It says ‘plain’, which means it’s white, doesn’t it?”

Walmart Rep: “That says ‘pain’. It’s French for ‘bread’.”

Pratik: “But it already says ‘bread’.

Walmart Rep: “Yes, but ‘bread’ is English and ‘pain’ is French.”

Pratik: “So, is it white or brown?”

Walmart Rep: “It’s brown.”

Pratik: “Then why does it say ‘plain’?”