bawaal machao

it feels so good to leave a tradition in college a faternity so to speak....that carefully chooses the bench-warmers and the bawaals...... the tradition started from our third year if i remember it correctly.......all the foundin members previously all were a part of an elite group of ppl..... the group contained ppl from diverse backgrounds and diff morals.......the organization was called "lfb_inc"....and we the proud members gave way to a cult called "bawaal machao"..... it all started from the time we started our college fest......he he....that was by far the worst time in college..... but substances joined in hte presence of heat and pressure..... from a stable and strong compound... thats when we gelled together i guess.......the fights...the shouting......but one for all and all for one.... we really were a network of ppl specialzing in diff crafts and good at it!....we had the mouth(aka anaconda), the perfect student(aka LD), the harami (aka monty), the behari (aka gopi), the quite one(aka arnavG), the conspirator (aka black mamba), the lubricant (aka spittin cobra), the PR (aka hanger), the spy (aka mosh) and a lotta ppl........we formed an alliance........it was that if one of us gets beaten up......we'd be the only one beatin em.... the rest couldn'y touch us....for hell will be unleased........ and finally this ended.....the anaconda found a back door to the caste system...... we were a friggin smartass bunch....
forth year started.......then the football competion.... that was the epitome of our infiltration... who'd believe a team with no experience would end up in the finals....... the victory that bawaal machao tasted was not on the field....... it was in an office......in true bawaal machao fashion the victory was taken from the opponents....... we talked our way to victory....and it didn't stop there......the lines men were ours....the time keepers were ours...the refree was a faggot who only knew how to blow a wistle........... our strategies were different but effective, the sight of the yellow mesh behind the goals the day after filled us with pride.......it was a mark....the mark left by bawaal machao......we did scrape our way to finals and lost in emphatic fashion....but we proved our point...
as time went by...many ppl enrolled into the elite association...... the members were refined scum....dirt...and we loved it.....the fithy were welcome with arms wide open.....we reigned and passed the legacy to deserving hands.....and they did us proud....yes proud...
the present status of bawal machao is that they'r steam rollin oponents in this years cup..... and well this time the cup is ours.........
the alma mater
the faternity
the brotherhood
the family........................... don mess with us
imagine a 400kg can o whoop ass and well it'll be worse.........

to the baawals................................bom kaora haathi ka l$#%a
thanks to our cheerleaders......lol....na bolle khisti khetam...you all did play a part...