The Biotech Chronicles

Caution: Heartless people, Transgenders n Transvestites and ofcourse Rakhi Sawant's fans are requested to stay away from this article. The author cannot be held responsible for any mishappening, injury, heart atack or even death caused by her ruthless comment. Those of you wondering what the heck the title stands for~~let me clarify it has got nothing to do with biotech or stuff.

So it all began on one fine day{well make dat night} around 1 am in the morning . {Yeah! dat is the time you were busy dreamin about your prince charming n dat is the time Fairy godmothers go on a date wid sandman!!}
Me- I was studying the great elusive subject of ~~Biotech{ i dont know where it originated from ..probably some tribal area}_sister to Biology_step mom to all of us_!!!

As I was engrossed in SNPs and mutational genetics, a strange and eerie noise caught my attention. It was kinda chu chu thingy. I ignored it and dived back into the genes and macromolecules. But that chu chu noise started coming oftener. Normally I would have challenged Macbeth as being Valour's minion, but at the moment my blood cells had become sickle shaped { i.e i turned pale DUMBO}

The Tyrant was also right there at the scene of crime {studying ~~or as it seemed to me , eating high calorific value foodstuff and increasing his trans fats} ,. So the point is, he is usually of no use, but at times like dese, he offers a helping hand by giving all sorts of impossible possibilities.

Meanwhile the noise started getting louder and shriller { like me singingin the bathroom}
I tiptoed to the gallery and brought a torch, jumped onto the window pane and peered through it, hoping to find some chor uchakka or sumthin. But the noise had ceased to disturb me.

I returned to me-dear-SNPs. Some of the posibilities under examination were:
# A chor uchakka trying to cut throught he kitchen door and steal all my colored pencils or sumthin. This possibility was later turned down because of the James-of-the-bond technology operating at me-dear-housie!!
# Maybe it was a mutant lizroach. A cockroach might have fallen in luv wid sum lizard { n u thought it was lizzie mcguire..hahah} and given birth to this 6 six headed 6 legged and 6 tattoed monster!!AAaAAAA!!
# Perhaps the creeper that surrounded the window must have undergone sum sequence variation {SNPs Idiot!!} and transformed into a man eating carnivore **shivers**

In the mean time I found a strange correlation between my gettin up and that chu chu thingy. Whenever i used to get up, it stopped, and as soon as i sat down, it statrted off. HORRORS!!
Time for testing my super intelligent brain. I stood up~~it stopped, sat down ~~chu chu ~~stood ~~silence~~sat~~chuc hu. My heart had almost resigned from its job. Just then i heard my dad's irritating mobile ringing. Man, that cost me a lil less than a PERMANENT DYSFUNCTION OF ALL BODY SYSTEMS.

The Sms read that the last call costed 12 rupees.Damn! who made that call neway???
Maybe , since it was connected to the computer, the ghost{ whose pretty wallpaer i had downloaded the other day} must have been trying to possess it.Another possibility was that of a parallel universe~~perhaps someone was trying to make a contact to save us from another tsunami drowning the kalahari desert, or an earthquake that might bring back Atlantis to the surface.**shivers***

Amogst all these mindnumbing experiences, i found something really strange. The tyrant didnt even move an inch. I know hes a bad actor~~so cant be his ACTING. Perhaps he has outgrown his tummy and is unable to excavate himself from the crater he has created on the bed. It was getting on my nerves chu chu chu chu. and as got up ~~eerie silence!!*shivers**

Drops of perspiration were drowning my biotech notes, all seemed to be forgotten except that chu chu chu. After passing those gruelling 20 minutes, i noticed that the tyrant was acting strange. So this is what it was~~a stupid dumb lil toy that was meant to be flled with water had got the better of me. since t was empty~~it was making that chu chu thingy!!
**shivers*** { actually i was shivering cuz of thanda thanda water...n u thought i was afraid..d'uh}

Man. I dare say if i could tear his DNA helix into two at the moment , I dare say i would have pleasurably done it.Damn! An antisense i mean nonsense codon {well make dat nonsense moron} had got my pants messed up, I mean he almost did!!

So another mystery solved, but one mystery is still to be cracked. No not the biotech paper but that SMS. Man, if that ghost was talking to his girlfriend, he sure is gonna pay for the call. After all i can buy myself a pack of kurkure and turn myself into a cybrid of kurkure and humans, and remove poverty and hunger from the face of the earth..And even Rakhi Sawant!!