All that glitters is not gold

So, I was doing some research (the one which I talked about in the previous blog post), when I got a text. It was from a girl who I barely knew and had met just once. She told me that she needed a favor. She had read my previous writings and wanted me to write about her. In return, she offered discrete favors (I can’t be more perspicuous as some of my family members also read this blog).

Writing is my passion and it is an art which I respect a lot, I need to have some sort of connection with my subject to write. I won’t sell off my writing for something cheap and degrading. I have some principles. I turned her down bluntly.

If you seriously believed what I just said, you need to read a couple of my blog posts. I have only one principle, and that is in my name which actually means principle. I started writing only because of two reasons. I had heard somewhere that good writers get really famous and they get laid a lot. Seems that I am a terrible writer, my fortunes in the two departments mentioned above, especially the latter one were much better when the only writing I used to do was via my texts.

I asked her for payment in advance. If not the full payment, then at least the token amount. I couldn’t close the deal so no transaction took place and this blog post isn’t about her.

The girl I am going to talk about is a quintessential example of a scarce species of girls whom one can speak to, for hours, without looking at her, and also look at for hours without speaking a word. It is like God sat with a blank canvas and decided to sketch a masterpiece, something peerless to what he had ever sketched. Ironically, though she sketches too and her sketches are unparalleled to any sketch I have ever seen in the past.

But that isn’t her profession. She’s into fashion and I don’t know much about her line of work, but looking at the way she dresses, I am pretty sure that she’s great at what she does. I mean, even if she goes to a club in a pair of pyjamas, she can carry it off really well and won’t look out of place. She looks equally astounding in ethnic wear as she looks in a pair of denims and a tee.

Well, enough about her looks. She is the most jocular girl I have ever met. And one doesn’t get to know when she’s joking. She made me believe that she has eleven siblings. I was like, don’t you have a television at your place, for your parents’ entertainment? She even made me believe that she’s into girls too (She didn’t have to make much effort in this one as I wanted to believe it). Even she’s a die hard fan of Clooney. She even has him as the wallpaper on her phone. That guy has made aging, so snazzy.

I actually didn’t want to part ways with her as I had nothing else to look forward throughout the day.

I forgot the best part. She is in a relationship for the past three years and is planning to marry the guy this year. She said and I quote, “I will either marry this guy, or wander off in the wilderness”.

So, it’s not like I am not looking for love. But, even if I see a miniscule chance of it happening, I see it in the wrong places.

Now, let’s talk about the most hyped, dishonest bitch, Facebook. I feel that Zuckerberg will rot in hell for introducing Facebook to mankind. I mean we are humans, how many of us get truly exuberant by seeing others’ success or happiness? Ninety five percent of the stuff which we interpret from Facebook isn’t true. And the rest five percent isn’t worth interpreting. I know that from my own experience. After looking at my Facebook account,one might feel that I am having a gala time in my life. Truth is, my life is at such a low that things can’t get any worse. Well, if I am so anti Facebook, then why am I so active on Facebook? In today’s world, there isn’t a more powerful marketing tool than Facebook in this world. I made an account on Facebook just last year to publicize about my blog. And it’s working out great, as the maximum traffic that I get on the blog is from Facebook.

So rather than seeing others’ life and sulking about yours, just concentrate on your own life as all that glitters is not gold.

Later

       Sidhant

I am now a feature columnist in the Indian Economist. You can read some of my articles at 
http://theindianeconomist.com/ignorance-sex-bliss/
http://theindianeconomist.com/will-win-battles-screen/

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