Sunday, 25 November 2012
Screwed-up
Meghna was my dream girl when I
was in 5th. Average height, charming looks and a pretty face were
sufficient for my heart to get driven by her. Well, this might sound funny but
I used to wait at the cycle stand each day to have a glance of her! Of course a
cycle stand because we weren’t in a school
of Karan Johar ’s film :P
Anyway, she left the city 2 years
after 5th; unaware about my ‘dewanapan’ :P
I had no clue where she went but
ever after that time I just wished to somehow get in contact with her and
luckily the almighty took a notice over my demand! A mutual friend of ours got
us in contact. Surprisingly, she still remembered that old Abhi i.e. me :P
Frankly, I went crazy getting
back in contact again after 4 years of time! Felt like something good was
happening in my life. But, as it is said that, ‘nothing remains the same’, so,
obviously, my happiness wouldn’t have contradicted the quote! Precisely, I
screwed up big time!
Now, before I tell you how I did
that ironically awesome mistake, note it down, ‘Never ever reveal your feelings
to a girl too early. First, be her friend, then her good friend, then her
bestie and probably when you think that you finally understand her which I’m
sure will be a wrong assumption, tell your feelings’. It won’t guarantee a
success but at least your ass will be safe to be kicked until next time :D :P
Heading to my screwed up story… I
told her the crush thing childhood wali like a retard expecting some positive
result. But, as unexpected, things turned out to be like the filet-o-fish of
McDonalds i.e. sucking (No offense for filet-o-fish lovers :P) and
consequently, it ended up the contact.
I hope, you won’t let your
craziness shit over your desires :P
In the end, a word of wisdom,
always keep patience and you will do great :)
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Wednesday, 16 May 2012
FAMILIAR STRANGERS
The place was sucking me to the
core that day. Although, it doesn’t mean that the same didn’t happen before but
you know…the ‘break-up’ effect was invincible.
My angel was sitting in the 3rd
bench and me at the last, as usual. For the whole 7 and ½ hours of torture, she
didn’t turn even once to notice what I was doing! It was really infuriating as
well as depressing, as, this thing never happened in the past 3 years! L
The next few days went the same.
Finally, Dhruv aka ‘Chole’ noticed the strange happenings and came to enquire
about it.
I said,’ We had a break-up 5 days
ago’.
He was astounded which was
obvious.
But Den, how did it happen? , he
asked.
‘We met at CCD where she asked me
to be just friends from then onward. I tried getting a genuine sensible reason
in vain. Apologized for some uncountable times, though I wasn’t wrong, but
everything was over-looked and unheard’. L
What!!! But…how can she do this
to you??? , asked ‘Chole’ with this ‘O.o’ kind of expression.
‘She doesn’t love me anymore. The
charm has gone according to her and possibly we can just be mates now’, I replied
sadly L
So, what now? Are you satisfied being
just ‘Friends’?
‘NO. But, if she is happy, I’m
happy. But, also I know, we neither can be friends nor enemies because there
was love somewhere someday involved’, I contemplatively replied.
So, what you both will be? , he
asked restlessly.
‘We will be Familiar Strangers’ L