Child's play

This story isn’t about something very easy. It is actually about someone’s childhood story. There is a lot of drama involved that’s why the name is child’s play.

Someone recently asked me “ Who is this guy whose ‘so called Casanova’ image you have created in your writings. Well as they (till date no one knows who 'they' are) say, ‘a writer never tells’. I will tell you one thing though, all the stories in the blog, which don’t have a disclaimer in the beginning, are my real life stories. But I don’t think that I am projecting myself as a Casanova. I think I am projecting myself as a desperate, loser jerk.

I have a philosophy, a guy should try to portray that he is interested in what matters to a girl and not in her matters. Talk to her ( I mean hear her out as anyway she won’t let you speak). Just nod your head in agreement. There is no point having a discussion with a girl, because they turn every discussion into an argument. You should just sit back quietly and listen to them. I am not making up such theories by myself.. I actually have factual proof. According to a study a girl speaks twenty five thousand words per day on an average whereas a guy speaks only eight thousand. And the society works just fine. So why disturb the pattern?

That is the reason why so many of my stories are told from a girl’s point of view because girls have a lot to say.

Even this story is from a girl’s point of view. It is about her childhood love affair.

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                                     DISCLAIMER

All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental.

 “Come here and write ‘I will do my homework’ on the blackboard a hundred times. I went to the blackboard and wrote ‘I will do my homework on the blackboard a hundred times’ and then said “I am done”. She made me write it two hundred times. Such punishments were lame. I mean for heaven’s sake I am in sixth grade, not in kindergarten (although the kindergarten children can only write words like ‘bat, cat, dog’).

I didn’t do the homework because all night long I was talking to Vaibhav (fictitious name) about this guy whom I had a crush on. He was really cute. Vaibhav and I were childhood friends (even sixth grade is childhood, but we have been friends since kindergarten). So Vaibhav tried to set me up with that guy. I dated the guy for a couple of weeks, only to find out that he was very boring. I had a great chemistry with Vaibhav. He got me and used to listen to my problems.

So one fine day, I called up Vaibhav and asked him out. He said that he would call me back in ten minutes. He hung up and called up a friend of his to ask what to say. His friend told him “obviously say yes”.

So I and Vaibhav started going out. ‘Going Out’ in class sixth meant holding hands and going out till the water cooler.

We dated for about two years and then our differences grew so we parted ways. After that it was February of class eleventh when I went to a tarot card reader. She told me that I would meet a long lost friend and get back in touch with him.

It was the 28^th of February. I was out with my friend for lunch. I was telling her that I didn’t meet anyone and that the tarot card reader was a fake. At that very moment I run into Vaibhav.We got talking and I got to know that he was dating someone.

 A friend of mine, Rohan (fictitious name) told me that he has a friend who is a SP in Kasol and she had seized a lot of weed so we could go there and party.

I planned a trip with Vaibhav, his girlfriend and Rohan. Both Vaibhav and Rohan were junkies so they got along really well.

Rohan told me that Vaibhav asked him for some money. So since Rohan knew Vaibhav via me, he asked me whether he should give the money or not. I told Rohan that Vaibhav once borrowed money from me and didn’t give it back for years until I asked for it.

In Kasol to lighten the mood up, we all got drunk. I made out with Rohan. My drinking capacity is really low and I don’t remember what happened that night.

When I got up in the morning, I saw Rohan cleaning my vomit. We left for Delhi. I was made to sit on the front seat of the car and no one talked to me all the way. Because I was hungover from the night before so  felt like puking on the way back. We stopped the car on the roadside and Vaibhav was patting on my my back to help me puke. His girlfriend had a problem with even that.

Vaibhav and his girlfriend got down on the way because they had to go somewhere. I asked Rohan to at least tell me what happened the night before. He told me that I got really drunk and asked Vaibhav to accompany me to the other room and told him that I missed him and made out with him (Rohan) just because he (Rohan) begged me to do so. I was very loud because I was drunk so everything I said was audible in the other room. Even Rohan told Vaibhav what I think of him (Vaibhav) when it comes to borrowing money.

If I could undo one thing in my life, that night would be it. Rohan and Vaibhav are still great friends and well I ended up losing two great friends in one night.

                                   The End

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Sidhant
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