Death-stick.

A chunk of your life

Goes with every smoke;

A single puff; is equal to a knife

Killing you, poke by poke.

Every single thin shaft

Is quite the same as a nicotine mace;

Distances you from the life-raft,

Enclosing you in a tar-ridden case.

When was the last time your house-folk

Were able to talk to you without a cough?

Were able to love you without a choke?

Were able to embrace you without a held-in breath?

 

You can't be more wrong,

When you think it's 'cool';

You're singing your own death-song,

Drowning in your own pool.

Save your life while you can,

(Or the bit that's still left of it).

Stop tossing yourself around on the pan,

You'll get burned when you least expected it.

Get Ready To Face(book) The Music.

It's heated. It's steamy. You're having a lot of fun. And then, this happens:


"*INSERT NAME*, what are you doing? Come here."


A dilemma you're in, now. Should you just type in "brb", or make excuses and close the browser?

Worry, no more. I present to you 

"THE ULTIMATE GUIDE TO GET BACK TO IMing WHEN PARENTS ASK YOU TO STOP"

Never, ever, tell them that you're Facebooking. If you do, then enjoy being Internet-less for atleast a week. It's quite obvious, if your son is Bookfacing, then obviously he's watching porn and flirting with immoral girls.  Parents shall never, ever understand 'Facebook' is not synonymous with 'Wasting time pressing buttons on the kompooter box'.


Instead follow these easy to follow steps:


1. Respond by a simple, sober "Coming!". Don't actually go.


2. Type in 'brb' and quickly go to them. Open TV, and find old movie channel. Now that they are mesmerised with Dev Anand prancing on the screen, just 'go for a drink of water', i.e, run for your life.


3. "what? I can't hear you."


4. If #1,2 and 3 don't work, you're doomed. But there IS a way. Tell them about this hilarious scene you saw about something that interests them on YouTube. Show it to them. When they're well distracted, Log back in and continue.


5. Respond back with ANOTHER question : You: " Where's my iPod, ma?" She: " I don't know. Check the drawers." Say OK, and continue.


P.S: Still in process of finding more. ;)