What she wants?

To be frank, I always try to do things the way she likes them to be done. Though I am pretty confident that I can continue to do this, the challenge lies in the fact that her preferences keeps on changing. Sometimes she likes to cared, sometimes she prefers to be let alone and sometimes she wants me to be angry at her. The only other behavior, apart from her's, which I couldn't decode till date is that of rickshaw drivers in Mumbai city. Both have their own way of making decisions. But while I enjoy her behavior I hate the way rickshaws run in Mumbai.



I believe she also likes me to keep guessing and not be sure about her preferences at any point of time. If we think about it, anything predictable gets boring as time passes. So I prefer that her expectations and preferences remain as elusive as possible. May be anything or anyone who is predictable doesn't deserve to be loved. I hope an element of unpredictability remains in our relation forever.

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Fatso to Macho; An Attempt in Vain

Like they say in all those Bollywood movies, I still remember the day I first saw her like yesterday. But let us first talk about me. I was a typical fatso with interests only in food & wrestling. Getting attention from opposite sex was least of my concern. If you had asked me I would have said that creating Eve from Adam’s rib was one of the biggest mistakes anybody has ever committed (no offence Almighty!). Girls always used to be a disturbance. They don’t like wrestling (those days were different), they don’t play card games and they study too much and ask too many doubts. Chances of I falling for one of those was less than our Prime Minister becoming a Hollywood action hero (stupid joke).

But who can stop fate. It happened. I saw her for the first time, God’s masterpiece. I will keep it short, she was everything ever said by anybody about his lover. And then everything changed. I will give you a glimpse of the changes which happened to me after she came into my life (read after I became mad about her, she didn’t know a thing). I reduced my weight by 20 kilograms (good achievement for an 8^th standard, isn’t it?). For the entire year I never wore the same pair of clothes more than once (she didn’t even know that I exist; loser!!).

The list of my atrocious strategic moves doesn't end there. I ended up treating the entire batch more than once so that I can buy her a chocolate. I followed her to every damn tuition in the town. I fought with a moron over her and the thought of the punch he gave on my back still makes me shiver. What more, my attempts to talk to her always ended up in rumors that I'm after her best friend's sister. Ain't I pathetic?

I was a batch topper and staunchly believed that my charm & enviable looks (how blind one can be) will one day make her fall in love with me. Four year passed by; except few pathetic attempts to talk to her and impress her (flawlessly illogical attempts people would say) nothing much happened. All these time I kept on wondering why is it so difficult to talk to one you love the most. Yet the 'sour grapes' effect which happened to many of my friends in similar situation didn't happen to me. After completion of 12^th I heard she joined for Medicine in some school. I continued my life in a stupid engineering college where I continued to struggle with my plans (none of them ever come through the planning stage) to get in touch with her. But that isn't all. We are getting married in January 2011. If you want to read the rest of my story you have wait for my next post. Wish me luck for the first post.

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