Friday, March 12, 2010

Consoling the impossible...

BOOM! The door of Princess's door opened and there stood the Hitler( no, no not the actual Hitler, but nonethless the copy of one..) She stormed into the room, with an air with which you soon feel(but cannot say)"oh shit!!"She glanced over Princess, and then looked over BP and with changed expression of her face(nose shrunked, as if her nostrils were experiencing some kind of bad smell) soundlessly declared that the situation was pathetic..
"I told you, I just warned you, these guys are just not meant for us. They just know how to use us and then throw us, thats it. I warned you before only, treat them as pets and nothing more, because more than their wagging I cannot tolerate a single thing..Seriously, BP fifteenth time!! Limit hoti hai na yaar."With that Hitler ended(or it seemed like that she ended) her scolding, which had reached dangerous hearing decibles..Poor BP( who thinks that she dosen't need any consoling) piped"but I thought he is intelligent, and has some basic level of IQ..Plus I was in love..(an appropiate statement in this situation would have been"I THINK that I was in love")"What? Intelligent? You call a guy intelligent, just because he makes spikes on his top floor(she meant the dude's hairstyle), and had virtually nothing in the floor beneath(that meant he was brainless)..Come on!!!He could not talk properly on g-talk and plus he was a despo.."Hitler said(shouted would have been appropriate.)"He wasn't a despo..He just like making new friends(girlfriends, if you say so).Cut the crap now.I take a vow", she closed her eyes and kept her hand on a new pack of Pringles"that I will never fall in love again.."

Just then Angel, came in and just hugged BP. That was for a long, long time...(2 min). While Angel's tiny hands barely reached BP's shoulders, but nonethless she tugged on her tightly..She did not utter a single word..Just her warmth made everything clear what she wanted to say..

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

The Intro continues..

That was Bhanupriya guys...and oops! girls..
Bhanupriya  was a small town(not a next door girl), who recently  had a serious breakup with her boyfriend Shreyas. Now, to make Bhanupriya your girlfriend was a piece of cake(because she is all too willing to do anything, uhmmm.... for companionship) but to keep her as a girlfriend for long(to Shreyas's dismay) is an herculean task. Bhanupriya dumped him..Because whenever he took her for a date, she used to get totally irritated..For instance taking yor girlfriend to a beach and trying to have a candle light dinner( come on! so impractical...A beach cannot be windless..So total flop!)Giving her endless amount of roses(again so immature..seriously if you really want to spend some money guy, why don't you buy me shanghai chicken instead, and obviously a bottle of pepsi and a carton of Pringles would just be fine). But no. He preferred chatting on g-talk or over sms's rather than talking(you know it seriously takes a lot of effort to type and to wait..and then again type and then wait.How unnerving..Plus you don't get to see the reactions..)And the primary reason that she started to think that it was over in the first place was...that he was a goddamn vegetarian!(oohh! that hurts..)


When she heard of it, Princess just raised an eyebrow to show her reaction. She had to admit that it was a long relationship for BP(  as people lovingly called Bhanupriya...) as it lasted for about(then she counted on her thin long fingers) three weeks.Princess, usually showed no interest in these matters(it required loads of emotions and brain power..Which she really didn't want to spend)But since BP was angrily shoving all her dear food into her mouth(all the home-made laddu's,chips,etc..) She became concerned.(not about BP but about her fast disappearing food, which she wanted to preserve for exams..)Princess had a crush on a guy, but since she was from a typical marwari family, she couldn't give voice to her feelings. And today, she was feeling, that why God made our hearts so fragile..(it breaks sooo.. easily)Her dark comlexion,tall frame and that mysterious grin could easily capture any human being on this earth, but now by looking at BP, she dosen't want to get on the love boat all over again(that boat which seems like a strong ship on the outside..You happily get on it and then after sometime you realise that it lacks the sails to take you to the shore..)
Meet the reality folks..

Monday, March 8, 2010

The Intro....

"you...how dare you do that to me? Silly son of a ...." she rasped on an on..... poor fellow was listening to her for already 5 min. but she didn't stop. But when her scolding came over his mom,his tolerance level took a steep dip. His angry gaze met hers, and she took a breath which came out with a hushed word..."cowwww.."

Over. Its all over. he broke up with her and its not her fault. Fifteenth time she sufferred from a familiar heartache. This time it was really very serious. She loved that guy. but she loved the other guy too. come on, she is only a human being. plus she is a woman. so God has naturally bestowed on her the ability to love all men equally and without any partiality. she is just doing God's work. even Mother Teresa did that. damn all guys....

She sets off on foot to the nearest ice-cream parlour. Of course to eat the ice-cream( never to crush it under her heels, even if she desperately felt like doing that.) no she wasn't huge or bulky... she was pretty.. seriously a 'hot chick', but hot only from outside. tough looking(that kind of tough when you feel that background music of Dhoom2 playing) when she walks. she is a simple girl. so simple that her Van Heusen goggles, Prada bag and Guicci watch never took her on cloud nine. she was like any other girl, taking immense amount of pride, if she successfully buys 3 T-shirts from Sarojini for Rs. 100...feels happy if she eats paani-patashe on the dirtiest stall available(because there they are cheap) and cries if the Hero dies in the typical Indian-masala movie...but today she was extremely sad....

yet she is not the lady of my story...