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inspirio

There are many times we make fake claims and promises to boost our scathing ego, espicially in front of our friends and like. Most of the times its all talk and no walk. You know my friend this one, she is going to end up dating me. Yaah right! As if you would have the balls to even ask her out. And by the time you grow close enough, all the good ones are already taken. 'Bhai yeh to nainsafi hai.' Weeks of planning and hardwork, all in vain. But then we are guys, we regather ourselves, pick up the broken pieces of our heart and try our luck elsewhere. Its contagious, so we get infactuated every second day. Don't worry the recovery period is even shorter, we get over it even more quickly.

Well if you are able to relate with the above notion, you are gonna enjoy reading what lies ahead. This comes at the backdrop of my college days. It was a hot June. And I mean it literally. The temperatures were sent pulsating even higher by the scores of new girls who had joined in. Not all, but yes a pretty big chunk could be classified as 'nice chicks' (ladies excuse the language, its a man's parlence). I was checking the babes out when I saw one surrounded with boys. Pretty interesting, ateye hi shuru ho gaye. I am sure it has to be a convent product. This one was one step ahead, graduating from a all girl's college. Has to be, thats why she held the 'I am available' tag so prominently her. Anyways I had one glance through her. Not my types dude. Sure beta angur khatte hai, tujse nahi pateyge. My friends remark kept flashing in my head and I made a promise to myself, I am going to date this girl.

Like most times with time, my resolve diluted and there were other things I got embroiled in. One fine day though, we ran into each other. Call it my birthday present, we spent loads of time with each other. We were introduced formally by a common friends, we hit off instantly. By now I was adept at the art of making conversation and even modulating it to the needs of my user. That worked wonders for me. Often we would chat for hours and hours, never getting tired of each others company. I would often look at her and wonder. She ain't that pretty, she ain't that sexy even then how does she drive boys towards her? Well her fascination for me lay in her bitchy looks. She looks completely horny, one who would make her partner lust for more and more. (pardon the language once again). Men like such women for girlfriends. Its like an ornament, to pomp and show.

As time grew , we drew pretty close. She even promised me a mystery date. Its time and place was under wraps and on her discretion. One fine morning while I am at work, she calls me dude toady is your lucky day. Pick me up at 5:00. Fantastic, this sounds cool. I wrapped things early. How to make this really special for her. Its my chance to make a mark on my date. As I teed off to pick her, I had a plan in place. She was greeted with a rose as she took her seat. Then another one follwed from the hood. As we rode further down the street she was presented another one from the dash board. I has laced the car with flowers, each of which was placed at different places. Romance was in the air and we weren't untouched from it. We had a blast. I was over joyed not just because I was hanging out with a popular girl more so because I had lived up to the promise made long ago.

Though what was between us faded away gradually but did relish the fact I proved my critics wrong. Some times you do things for the sake of it. I proved a point, more so to myself than to others.

posted by Shashank Jain @ 8:22 PM