Engaged one

"Your blog sucks" said geetanjali ( fictitious name of the AIIMS chick).  I asked "why do you say so?". And she said "it doesn't justify me and you have tried to put me down so badly". I said "as if I could have portrayed you as Mother Teresa". She said "You could have said that I changed your life". I said "you tried to take away my life". She said "exactly, but you got another life and you could have changed for betterment". I said "I am already the best, I can't be any better". She said "f*** off". I said "all you can do is abuse. The only good thing that ever came out of your mouth is me". She gave a really sharp reply. She said " ha-ha, okay you got a good joke. But the best joke is in your pants". I didn't know how to reply to that one, she actually outsmarted me. So we didn't talk after that.

So first of all congratulations to all my batch mates who recently got placed. We thought after four years of a miserable life, unemployment would be the icing on the cake. But God heard our prayers and people got placed.

Lately I was reading blogs to improve my writing style but five minutes down the line I ended up at erotic stories but even those can teach you writing style so the bottom line is that the purpose(s) was solved. So enough of talking about the vegetarian stuff. I was waiting for nav ratre to get over to start off with the non vegetarian stuff but chuck it. So this story is about an engaged chick Sonali(fictitious name) who met me when was supposed to get married in less than a month.So lets begin.

I was sitting with Akriti when Sonali came and gave her an invite for her wedding which was like three weeks away. Akriti introduced me to Sonali and told me that she was marrying a guy whom she had been dating for the past nine years. Ironically that guy also passed out from IIT. I and Sonali exchanged numbers.
The next day Sonali messaged me "want to meet up for coffee?". I replied "sure" (Although I don’t drink coffee but still. Who was going for coffee anyway?). So we met up in the evening for coffee. We got talking and then she said "My boyfriend cheated on me once with a Ukranian, six years ago. I haven't been able to get over that and am having cold feet before marriage". I said "let bygones be bygones. It was a one time thing. He has been with you for the past nine years and he is marrying you. That's what matters". After that  I asked her "do you want to drink?". She said "I won't mind it". We went for drinks after that when I was dropping her back home , the song promiscuous girl was playing on radio. I held her hand and she didn't stop me. After five minutes I stopped the car, leaned in and kissed her. It felt amazing, maybe because it was wrong but still.
Next day she called me up and told me what we did was wrong, she was getting married. And she was seven years older to me (actually my age span is seventeen years. I have dated a girl who was two years younger to a lady who was fifteen years older. But I'll come to that in the other stories). So I asked her to meet up and sort out things (I didn't want to sort out anything. I just wanted to make out). So we went for a drive, had a few drinks and ended up in a hotel. The hotel was Leela Palace (did I tell you that Sonali was a billionaire?). The bill for one night was twenty grand and Sonali footed the bill. I knew this thing wasn't going to last. But I wasn't feeling used. Footing the bill was like she is appreciating my skills.
In the backdrop, there was a girl Megha whom I really liked and I started talking to her via a friend of mine. In the first two months we didn't even meet up but we used to talk day in and day out. When we met, I was actually trying to set her up with a friend of mine because I was already committed back then. So while I was with the engaged chick, she was going to the movies with that friend of mine which was the way I actually plotted it.
So she called me up after the night at the hotel and told me that my  friend is cute. I met up the engaged chick that day but my mood was off. Maybe it was because of the fact that I was envious of my friend. Sonali said that I am really nice and she'll buy me an iPad so that I remembered her whenever I looked at it but my mind was elsewhere.
So the next day I broke up with my girlfriend and surprised Megha by meeting her out of the blue. I took her for a drive and then on the way I stopped the car. I looked in my pockets (obviously I wasn't looking for a ring). I took out an orbit and asked her out. She said "yes!!".
I then called up Sonali and told her that I couldn't stay in touch with her anymore. She obviously couldn't force herself on me so she agreed. I asked "am I invited to the wedding?". She obviously couldn't refuse so she said "yes". I jokingly asked "will there be non vegetarian food?"
So what do you choose between love and lust? And what do you choose between love and money? Most of the committed guys would say love and all the single guys would say money. And to the first one all the guys would say lust in unison. Well I ended up choosing the wrong answers to both the questions. Megha dumped for my best friend one month down the line. She actually broke up with me saying that she didn’t want to be in a relationship. But one week later she was dating my best friend. My love for her was selfless. I didn’t even have sex with her because she was a virgin (I said was not is a virgin). And what did I get in  return? So one thing I have learnt from my experiences is not getting serious for anyone.

I don’t blame my friend for anything. I was the one who enticed his feelings. When I was trying to set her up with her, he even asked me whether I was interested in her. I refused. We still are best friends because there is a saying ‘bros before hoes’.
Coming back to the main  story. Sonali is settled in Dubai with her husband, I wish apple launches the new version of iPad till next month because Sonali is coming to visit India in June.

So this was a tale of love so actually I do have my reasons for not falling in love. That was about it. Now I will go read some other blogs to improve my writing skills (go and read erotic stories).

Later
Sidhant