Page unturned

My previous blog post sparked a lot of debate as people feel that I should let someone voice his/her opinions. Anyways, they are not being enforced upon me. Just as I voice mine via this blog. I, on the other hand feel that everyone is allowed to voice his/her opinions. In fact that is the purpose of a Facebook wall post. But it is for voicing your opinions, not for treating them as facts. You can write how the movie should be rated according to you and not treat your views about the movie as facts and rate it. If you read any of my blog posts, you will find that I say that I feel so and I am not perfect and I also am not able enough to treat my views as facts. 

Do I have personal grudges against Dhananjay (fictitious name)? Yes, but that is not the reason behind writing that blog post.  I wanted to convey that we are not competent enough to objectify movies and rate them. The professionals get paid for it and it is their job, whether you like it or not is your own point of 'view'. You don't necessarily have to read it but if an amateur rates a movie and it is visible on your wall, then after some time it starts to get on your nerves and he presents it as a fact by giving a line or two explaining it. A line or two is fine as many others also do that, but who are you to objectify a movie and rate it? But what is the point?

 Dhananjay is still rating movies according to some rating system which only he knows about. Some people are even saying that his rating system starts at 3 and ends at 5. 

So let us not talk about these peculiar rating systems anymore and talk about some other lame stuff.

I recently took a Volvo from Chandigarh to Delhi. That is normal, what isn't normal is the fact that I was standing at the bus stand from 7 in the evening to 1 at night. I had to go along with a friend of mine. It is not that he didn't show up on time. But I am a man with a plan, always. That plan often backfires like it did in this case. I told my friend that we will take separate seats so that it increases the probability of at least one of us getting a seat with some hot girl (this is what is called a real time practical application of probability, I mean what was the use of studying probability for two long years in school?). So my friend got a seat with a girl in the Volvo leaving at 7 but I have a 'never say die' attitude so I kept on waiting till 1. But my bad luck also has a 'never say die' attitude. A Volvo leaves in every 15 minutes. You must have guessed by now that the last Volvo leaves at 1 and my plan didn't exactly shape up well.

I will tell you what happened after that. I boarded the Volvo and saw a charger lying on the seat next to me.  The moral citizen in me suddenly awakened and I decided to give the charger to the conductor who was standing at the ticket counter. Turns out that charger belonged to a guy sitting next to me. So we went to the counter to collect the charger and then it turns out the person to whom I gave the charger , wasn’t the conductor and was nowhere to be seen. I ended up paying for the charger. It is like god is signaling me that people like me aren’t meant to do anything good, we are the ‘bad guys’, with no future, no career, no girl (that is implicit in no future, with great power comes great responsibility and with great future comes great girl ), but still loads of attitude.

I have been doing some reading lately to improve upon my writing. I have noticed that in most of the stories there is a lead guy who likes a particular girl. And then there is the other girl, she is the slut and hits on the lead guy. In the end, the guy gets the girl he likes. I don’t want the lead girl, I want the other girl because actually she is the one with no strings attached.

Let us talk about my latest stalkist. 'Stalkist' is a term that I have coined which stands for a girl who someone is stalking (Who stalks guys? No one is Charlie Harper of the tv series ‘Two and a Half Men’ who has a stalker like Rose). So yeah, I send her "hey" on Facebook chat every time I see her online (even if she is online via mobile). I have sent her "hey", 31 times without any reply from her side. But stalking someone is like failing in exams, you feel ashamed just the first few times.  

I recently asked a friend of mine to fix me up with some girl friend of his and he said "After reading your blog, do you think any girl will date you?". I said "We won't tell her about the blog and I won't even add her on Facebook, the only place from where she can get to know about the blog". He asked "And what about your Whatsapp status which shouts the link to your blog out loud?". I thought over it and said "I won't even give her my number, I must play hard to get". He said "Sure". I sense a hint of sarcasm in his replies.

I want to say that no matter what my writing portrays, I am a feminist at heart. My battle is not with the ladies, it is with relationships (if fighting a battle means just lazing around and doing nothing, then I am on the verge of winning).

Someone recently said that all my stories convey just my side of the story, what about the girl’s side of the story? Maybe it is better than my side. Well, although I aspire to be a superhero, but at the end of the day, I am just a human and I can write just my side of the story. They should themselves write their side of the story and I would love to give it a read.

My next post is from a girl’s point of view. So let’s begin

                                                            Start of story

                                                            DISCLAIMER

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

I have met him only once via a mutual friend. I talked to him briefly, only a few words. He dropped hints that he liked me. I acted uninterested when he showed interest in me. But I guess now, I am interested. I took such a long time to make up my mind. Alas, it was too late. I shall never know what he really thought about me. I shall never know if he cared for me, if he found me interesting, if he was attracted to me, if he could have been the one. I shall never know what music he liked, which movies he watched, what books he read, what drinks he drank. I shall never know how it would be to play with his hair, to lie on his chest,  how it would be to hold his hands, how it would be to kiss him, make love to him. Dammit, I shall not even know whether I stood a chance. It gives me a sharp pain in my breast. If only, I was not so timid. If only, I had conversed with him. If only, he hadn't got engaged so soon. Is this love? Or is the feeling you have when you realize that the stone you threw away was actually a diamond? He will always remain a page unturned in my book of love.

                                                        The End

Well, I will give you an example. If a child has a hundred toys at his disposal and he doesn’t care about a particular toy and his parents say they are taking that toy away forever, he will suddenly get a feeling of a new found love for the toy.

I guess you get my analogy. But then again I am a guy who doesn’t believe in love and again I am deeply flawed so don’t consider my views.

People ask me why the frequency my blog posts has decreased. Well I have written enough about myself and no one has been writing to me lately. So someone please write to me if you want to read further. For the time being, I will go stalk my stalkist. She is online so I will ping her, because as they say, 32^nd time is the charm.

You can share some incident with me. The incident doesn't need to be pertaining to love and other disasters. It could be any incident from your life which you want to share. Mail me at sid1391990@gmail.com. You can even leave it anonymously in the comments section of the survey.

Later
Sidhant
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