Epic love stories

Pictures may say a thousand words, but not all those words are necessarily true.

I recently went to a bar with some friends. It was ladies night so by late in the evening, the bar was buzzing with single girls. I will tell you a pattern I observed on ladies night in the bar. Single girls in groups of two or three, start arriving at 8 and the bar is full by 9. The booze for girls is free and insanely overpriced for guys (and people say India needs more feminism). The girls are not able to handle their drinks and get tipsy by 10. Now, if you are a straight shooter, this is your time to shoot. There are so many potential targets that you are bound to hit something. Now by 11, the targets start to mingle with the shooter. It now depends on the ability of shooter to close. So, I will tell you upright, I am a decent opener, but not a good closer.

 It so happened that on the table adjoining to the one we were sitting on, there were three foreigner girls. They passed me a smile, but I was engaged in a conversation with a friend so I didn’t pay heed. After some time, one of them came up to me to ask for a lighter while the other two were giggling in the backdrop. I didn’t have one. After about a couple of minutes, someone else asked for a lighter from them. One of them took one out of her back pocket and handed it to him. They had a lighter, but still she came to me, asking for one.

This was like the deer shooting himself with the hunter’s rifle. I struck a conversation with them and found that they had come to India the week before for higher studies. And the best part, they had come from France. At that point of time I realized as to why god had tortured me with French for seven long years during my school days. Everything is part of a bigger picture, but that isn’t the picture I was talking about at the start. I struck a delightful conversation with them about France. Now, we were getting a picture clicked and one of them was asking me something. Since the music was loud so she had to come near my ear to say it and while she was saying it, our picture was clicked. Once you have a look at a picture it is totally up to your vivid imagination to perceive anything out of it. That is why I said in the beginning, a picture may say a thousand words, but not all of those words are necessarily true.

But I didn’t write this blog post for giving some kind of justification (to whom do I owe a justification for whatever I do?). I wrote it because after a long time, I felt something true. I am not actually objectify the feeling in a word, but it is something genuine.

As the title of the blog states that ‘I have nothing else to do’, and I have been running this blog for more than a year, so a few days back, I was feeling depressed after looking at the way the lives of my friends are progressing while I am still stuck at the same juncture in my life. It was then when I noticed a very touching piece of writing on Facebook about life. I tried to recall how I knew her so I went through our conversation history. It turns out that we were having a very intellectual conversation, but back then I was working in the fashion industry, so had started to objectify women and she being a self respecting human being walked away. I nonchalantly moved on with my life.

So that day I got back in touch with her. She helped lighten up my mood by talking some sense into me. Then the topic of love came up. I pompously said “I don’t believe in love”. She calmly replied “Those who say this have the most epic love stories, and end up with the coolest girl”

Seeing her attitude, I murmured “You seem quite cool to me”.

“Pardon me, ” she said.

I changed the topic of conversation. While the graduates from the top b-schools in my Facebook friend list are busy updating their statuses with their reviews on a new movie and the revenue it will gross, according to them, she uses this medium to voice her opinions about the various mishappenings happening in the country. Her latest status was about her bold views on the communal riots that recently happened in U.P. I am not saying that giving reviews of a movie is wrong and this is right, after all, Facebook is a social platform where one conveys to people whatever he/she feels about anything.

She comes from a family of doctors, both her parents and most of her relatives are doctors. So, medicine was a natural choice forced on her by her family. But she wanted to voice her opinions about various issues in front of the world, so although her parents had enrolled her into a school of medicine, she didn’t go there and went for a course in communication instead.

And well, till now I haven’t talked about her looks. Well, she is a potent drug of beauty and cuteness personified. Her eyes are full of innocence and each one of her facial feature is so well crafted that I can dedicate a chapter to each one of them in my novel.

I had a gush of feelings about her for the last few days, so yesterday I decided not to talk to her for a day and let those feelings percolate so that I could pen down something substantial. I even went to a bar last night. It was ladies night again, but I don’t know what happened, shooting seemed kind of a shallow monotonous act, so I came back to jot my feelings down.

And the best part is that she doesn’t like my writing. According to her, it is plain and quite boring. Let's see if I can sway her opinion a bit in my favor by this piece of writing.

Later

Sidhant

I am now a feature columnist in the Indian Economist. You can read my latest articles at 
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