All my life I have always thought that, there are only two kinds of guys in this world …………….
One……………..with whom you don’t want to talk to ……………
the other………...with whom you want to but cant …
and I thought I have seen everything …….
Until………
………. I met the third kind ………..the kind I believed never exists……. ………………
ohh but I m glad that I was proved wrong …….too glad ! ! !
See…….I don’t claim to be a super-cool or ultra-hot or whatever expert on boys but ……we all are individuals..aren’t we ? ? Every body is unique and we all have our opinions about life in general n boys in particular! ! !
In school, I wasn’t exactly shy …you see....
.....but I was always out of time …
…in the lunch-breaks I was always busy copying down the homework from others ….coz….
….ahem…..ahem……
..….I was not exactly …..ahemm….smart enough …..!
……but that’s not the point …
…..the point is ……I know that homework is supposed to be finished of at home itself…..I mean the word is self-explanatory , isn’t it ????......but the thing is that ……where’s the time man ???? how a girl is supposed to get time when she is busy discovering the Atlantis with Captain Nemo, or solving the Secrets of the Unicorn?????
So my point is that …. I was never exactly popular in the boys side…..or say ….for that matter…..not with the girls either ! ! ! I mean… who on the earth and most importantly ….. why will anybody be interested in talking to a girl who barely passes in her exams ???? and on top of it …….not exactly having materials to win the beauty pageant …..I was always …..ahem ahem …….let me put it this way …….I was, I am, always generously proportionate…….always ….! ! !
So , with a body not exactly resembling any art or intellect of just one grade higher than Obelix , it was easy to slip of to a group called “the expendables”….those …..whom people do ask to join the party out of courtesy but never ever really mind if they don’t show up !
But I too never really gave a damn second thought to that either…..I mean….. the Librarian loved me …and I loved Mr. F. Mulder…….! Who needs anyone else ???
I guess the trouble started only after there was a paradigm shift in the perspective …..or to put it in this way …when I started noticing boys as boys and not as another human being !
Blame the hormones……I was growing up !
and I realized where I stand ! …….. the last one in the line …….!
Even though I try hard to deny……ohh come on …..admit it …….boys do put beauty before brains ! ! !
……and I had neither ! ! !
I mean …the time I realized the effects of pheromone ……the biggest truth I learnt was…..that……
………..”all the good things in life are either illegal, immoral, fattening or married to someone else”………………
…….at least all the decent guys were already taken up by the smarter ones of my species !
of course ……….there were other guys !!!….ones who will hit on everything and anything that resembles a girl …..its better not to talk about them …..I mean ….I don’t have a censor board to clip of the offensive words ! ! ! The only one thing I have to say to them is that……there are enough “Kareena Kapoors” out there to satisfy them ……but not me !
………….and the ones that I fancy …..are …well…… beyond my league …….!!!
……but its not the point of having a boyfriend ……but the lack of friends who are boys ……..I mean till date I never have any problem in starting up a conversation with any girl I choose to talk to …….I m always a hit with my friends who always happens to be a girl ! I mean I m not complaining ….but seriously …..I m totally at a loss of what to talk about with a guy …..one of the either thing happens ….. either he doesn’t get my jokes or I don’t know what to comment at his!
…….But then ….I was proved wrong ……..!!!
…….It was like encounter with the third kind !
He is smart, funny, intelligent, witty….ohh come on …I m repeating myself ! ! ……the bottom line is that I never met any guy who can make me laugh and make me think at the same time and with equal intensity ! I had this secret arrogance about myself of knowing things around until I met my match…..in the initial years ……it was like the clash of the titans ……and then gradually I admitted my defeat……and what a sweet defeat it was ! if the other side is competent enough it’s a pleasure to surrender !
He was the first of his clan, with whom I could talk effortlessly …….about anything and everything …….without giving a damn single thought that I m talking to a boy! He is the perfect definition to the term “friend” which is supposed to be a neuter gender! Talking to him was so easy and it felt like I was talking to myself……
Yap, of course……it took time to melt …in his words “melting of the outer shells” ….what kinda chemical reaction made such meltdown …..I have bloody hell no idea….I was never good in science!
………the only thing I know is that I could talk to him freely and actually liked talking to him
…now……….
…how many a times do you have such kind of feeling??? ….not many I guess !!!
And as the time passed by …….it kinda grew into me ……
.and gradually I started expecting …rather than hoping ! …
…you see…
…there is a subtle yet a slight difference between the two!
Expectation grows when you start getting the things that you don’t deserve!.......and I started expecting ………..and then the bad thing happened !
I was hurt !
Actually, I was wondering ……like …….what made me so hurt, so angry with him ? Why was I so mad with him when he didn’t respond the way he always did?
…n I thought n I thought n I thought ………( I mean I really should get a Nobel or something for thinking so much ! )………and the reason turned out to be a simple fact that – I expected from him !
In other words…….translated by other language …..”zayada bhao kha rahi thi “…
I mean …I was associating too much of an importance to an insignificant issue !
…actually the thing is that …..I was used to getting so much of an importance from him…….to a point were I really started becoming greedy ! I mean…..come on…if a child gets a candy every time without even asking, it thinks that getting a candy is its right, forgetting the generosity of the giver! I mean I hate to give an analogy of myself with a child, but that’s exactly what happened!
And I m ashamed of myself for that !
I expected him to keep in touch with me, when I , myself took no efforts to do the same! I expected him to ask me, when I , myself could have asked the same! I expected him to apologize, when I too was guilty of the same charge! And I thought I was hurt, hurt by him…….when in reality ……it was me , who hurt herself!..................
Ohhh……..! ……Ok! Ok! Ok !…………..too much of philosophy!
So ……summing up…..the moral of the story is that ……
….what ?...... don’t expect ???
tck ! nope ! ……
..the moral is that ……..if you expect something from the other, do the same to them ! if you expect someone to call you up, call him up yourself ! if you expect to get a sms, send him one yourself !
Coz I think he is too precious a friend to lose him just like that!
Honestly, how many friends do you have …who politely whispers into your ear a totally horrible “Santa-Banta” joke with a poker face? Now try getting angry to that!.......when in side you are just dying to roll out in laughter ! ! !???! ! !
“……..We always say that we wont expect something from anyone but we do and then we get hurt.We always say that we wont wish for something but we cant stop dreaming and then getting hurt.Sometimes it feel so hurt when you think that your dreams didnt come true and then when you die you take away all your dreams and those LITTLE moments of your life when you really smiled from your heart.Why we get these types of moments in our lives? Some dreams and wishes will be always in your heart which never came true under any circumstances.So why dont we forget it ?
MMMM coz we can NEVER throw those dreams out of hearts............................”
