Long long ago so long, I used to study in an awesome school.
That was the phase when we hated boys and vice versa. It became so bad that the
teachers came and requested us, yes the girls to reconciliate with the boys. We
ended up chasing up them up till their haven, i.e the loo in order to make
friends. Never happened till the end.
Then
suddenly things changed. The “I think I like her” and the “crushes” began. We would randomly put two and two together
and tease them to death. Some of them actually developed into actual relationships,
so thank me. Some changed schools, some
people liked another person ( worstu heartbreak ever) and some just remained ,
well a crush.
As we
grew older, things got more fun. Go out. Have fun. Get bored .Move on. The
cycle continued verbatim. Then things
got serious. Girls would drink 10ml of Allout mosquito repellent envisioning
suicide because of some boy she adores but doesn’t even know she exists. The
poor chap, he would have done nothing wrong but now has a potential girlfriend
on the side-rails. Boys would mouth the cheesiest of dialogues and girls would
fall for it. Both parties knew it was flattery, but who cares when it works
right.
Today
my cousins are all being crossed off the bachelor list. Friends have found
their soul-mates, one even got married recently. I hear cinematic dialogues “If
I don’t marry him, then I shall never marry ever”. Rekha style. Then there are
those who finalise marriage plans with their respectives but break up after the
lamest of fights the following week.
Typical day.
Boy B wakes up, sleepily sends “Good morning honey” hurriedly to girlfriend G.
That’s rule number 1: No morning sms means half an hour of G screeching “You used to text me all the time. Look what happened to us now.”
Boy B wakes up, sleepily sends “Good morning honey” hurriedly to girlfriend G.
That’s rule number 1: No morning sms means half an hour of G screeching “You used to text me all the time. Look what happened to us now.”
B forgets his thickest of friends and spends 3 months travelling by bus
to save for G’s birthday present. And on the D day, she says “You don’t love me
anymore! You didn’t even get me nice presents.”
Gets me reminded of that hutch ad- wherever you go,our network follows. The more submissive partner gets to be the pug.
Then culture.You aren't Brahmin. How will we get married? You will eat actual living things ? Your father will have a heart attack if you run away and get married.Ah the Indian sentiment chappa .
Friendship in the name of love or companionship in the name of commitment.People make that mistake. These committed rascals even call up every other week asking if their "poor " single friend has found someone.But research shows that staying single might just add 10 years to your life.No tension ka policy ,mamu . And unless its that 4 letter word that everyone says they are in deeply in, its really just not worth it !
Then culture.You aren't Brahmin. How will we get married? You will eat actual living things ? Your father will have a heart attack if you run away and get married.Ah the Indian sentiment chappa .
Friendship in the name of love or companionship in the name of commitment.People make that mistake. These committed rascals even call up every other week asking if their "poor " single friend has found someone.But research shows that staying single might just add 10 years to your life.No tension ka policy ,mamu . And unless its that 4 letter word that everyone says they are in deeply in, its really just not worth it !
