"Enough Of PHYSICS...Time To Do BIOLOGY"

"Holy Shit...Fuck you...She has just an average Cup Size, not even a Small Soccer Ball” told Rajiv, both shouting and Whispering at the same time.

Deb, Joy, Karan and me became pretty depressed hearing that. Our faces were similar to a face of a girl who just got her pregnancy news even after using Condoms for every love making. All of us were standing on the balcony of first floor with a "None-is-Stud-except-me" face and trying hard and soul to impress girls during the lunch break. The five of us are the best buddies, each incomplete without the other which necessarily doesn't prove us to be gays. Deb brought a news that a new girl has been enrolled in class eleven and she is not-so-bad-looking....well pretty sexy to say the truth. Deb always gets the news, sometime even the private ones. He is damn good at getting them. Minute discussion of hot and sexy juniors charges the testosterone of the boys of class twelve who are depressed for leaving school after few months and happy for joining college after few months because brand new sets of chics are waiting for them. Girls are waiting just Take the chance. (*# Leave the nerds out, they already have a steady girlfriend named Textbook)  

I and Joy were sharing fierce glances with Deb who took our expectation to hype and after hearing Rajiv our expectation gave a suicidal jump from the top of PETRONAS Twin Tower. Our expectations were ready for a deadly crash.

“You sucker, bloody moron, How can you give a wrong news to us, you told she is sexy” swore Joy to Deb. He was furious. 


(@readers: For us, being sexy means having great boobs, great ass and looking good. We couldn’t digest the fact that a tangible and essential criteria for being sexy is below the standard.)

“I was shocked to see her size, a cup-size…shit man, our class girls have better size” Rajiv said like a warrior lost in his battle due to lack of armaments. Karan was quite for all this while. Now he opened his cursed mouth saying all the rubbish tech-o-crap of his.

“Boobs are not measured in Size-Method, you dip-shit, that’s obsolete, you cannot have a perfect measurement by this method and errors are inevitable. Boobs can be perfectly measured by a new scientific method where chances of errors are negligible and the good thing is you can measure the depth of the cleavage too. The method is called B-LINE METHOD” Karan completed in a single grasp of breath. We didn’t stop him because he was explaining this noble winning technical crap with such an enthusiasm and emotion that it seemed he would wet his nappy if we would have stopped him in the middle.

“Fuck you….you shit face, not again your tech-o-crap. B-Line method? What shit is that? Who the fuck invented that?” I roared. I was not at all in a mood of listening crap after my expectation committed suicide.

“I invented that you fiend, B-Line Method is the Shorty of Breast-Line Method. It’s a scientific method, not traditional like the Size-method” Karan explained.

Karan continued, “In this method you have different Representing Factors, measuring the line and size. Then we put the representing factor in original scale thus getting the actual measurement. Then applying 3-D mathematics on it and thus integrating it gives us the original size. For finding the depth of cleavage, differentiate it. We may even apply Probability for finding probable cleavage depth. It’s science. Proved and verified. It’s purely Mathematics and Physics”

Not a Fucking word of his tech-crap entered my cerebrum. I’ve instructed my P₄ cerebrum not to get agitated by his i7 craps and to put all the craps of Karan in reject list. I was busy checking a junior’s ass. She had great breast, great ass, End of The Story. Her BIG’ness was the reason why I spotted her among a bunch of girls going to the water cooler for filling their bottles during the lunch break. A little more rip and her shirt could have split open right from the middle. I wondered how much Bulk Modulus the shirt was experiencing. Her ass was the one for which a million girls would have killed themselves for. (I even made a note to know which class the girl is in and to get acquainted with her for the Big things she possessed.)  Lust** was showering on me while I continued measuring her. I hate the Applied Physics on girls. Years have passed since we started masturbating and we are continuing applying physics only, I wanted to apply some biology on them. I became depressed on the very thought of biology. I wanted to do some research on carefully curved tangible soft structures of human body (especially female body) and all I’m getting was cruel puzzle of measurement and numbers. Lady Luck was not on my side may be she went for a vacation. I turned towards my friends and I saw them staring steadfastly towards Karan. Praises were showering from their mouth for this great contribution in the field of Applied Physics and Mathematics. It seemed that Karan is the prodigy in physics after Stephen Hawkins.

Dong…Dong….Dong, the warning bell rang, Joy enquired about what class was next.

(It hardly matters to us; all we have inside our bag is Storybook, School Diary and all-in-one copy. We used to bring bag because it looks bad to society that a school student is going to school without bag otherwise we are more comfortable without it. We used to write or atleast act of taking down notes whenever respective subject teachers threatened us of taking to headmistress. Still we enquired about class to make ourselves mentally prepared as to which grumpy, sad face teacher will come to lick our cerebrum and to put a pole behind our ass.)

We replied in a chorus that this is the only damn answer we never know. It’s better to ask a nerd this question.

“But let’s move on guys, I need to work on my invention a little more. Am gonna leave a footprint in the field of Physics. Every page of Physics book will shout out my name someday”

My friends threw a praising glance to Karan. (I doubted which publisher would be dying to publish his craps in physics book and more importantly which education board would be stupid enough to include that in their syllabus)

But I was depressed. All I wanted was Biology. Not to mention the love making in it.

 

“Enough of Physics guys, when are we going to do some Biology?”

They turned towards me, they thought and……

Dong…Dong, the final bell rang, Lunch Break was over, we turned towards our classroom, the answer unanswered.

** I cordially confess and beg pardon in front of Almighty for committing the cardinal sin, Lust. But good things, beautiful things, ROUND things especially BIG things should be praised. They are all Almighty’s creation.