Sunday 25 November 2012

Screwed-up

Sunday, November 25, 2012 By , , , 12 comments


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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12 comments:

  1. dat....becomin frnz..thn good frnz...thn close frnz...thn bestie...

    t actually z d best optn fr a guy if he doesnt wana loose d gal cmpletely...

    rest....
    "normal" :P

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  2. real inci..............????????/
    if yess......den........aaawwwwww unlucky you yaar...........:( ...........
    but koi ni.............some things are best xpirienced when they are unreal..............
    :)

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  3. gals, boys n their emotions..
    most complex thing in the world :P

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  4. These have no rules.. sometimes it might work.. sometimes it will give such oops moments... so I would just say... go with the flow and yes... patience is virtue :D

    I just read.. it was a work of fiction...sigh.. coz I so wanted to give today's pravachan: "aww.. poor you.. dunt worry, the sea is full of Fish... just be ready with your hook" :P

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    1. Hahahaha...! Your today's pravachan really made me ROFL. :D

      And, thanks for the words of wisdom O:)

      Plus, thanks for passing by :)

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  5. sad sad… i think the girl missed a lovely writer!!!

    but what if you are too busy being a frond, best frond and meanwhile she finds someone else!!

    eitherway.. no one has ever understood women.

    and i loved the way you wrote this piece.. sometimes, humour hides the sadness in a piece but makes it more profound too!

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    1. Hahaha! It is a work of fiction Aersh :D
      But, yeah, I won't deny that even a fiction is driven by some real life incidence :P
      And, I'm overwhelmed over the fact that you comment on almost every post of mine. :D
      Consequently, I'm turning to be your fan now :D

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  6. Loved the way you sprinkled humor in your oops moment. Interesting read.. :)

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    1. Thank you :)
      Love it when people comment on your old posts.
      It boosts up the confidence O:)

      Keep visiting :)

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