
How can i forget my maiden date and how can i not write about it. I will thank orkut whole my life for making it happen otherwise my wife would have been my only date. Like most of the guys on orkut i used to scrap every other girl if can find remotest of acquaintance and she was one of them and the best part was even she replied my scraps unlike other heartless creatures unable to appreciate my eternal love for the girl community. She was as angle for me born to emancipate me from the shackles of desperation. We used to chat a lot on orkut and gradually we became gud friends but making yet another gud chat friend was the last thing i wanted but one day we talked on fone and listening to her sweeter than honey voice i couldn’t hold on to myself and yet another time fell in love which was not quite abnormal thing for a guy like me who was 3 years younger when last talked to any girl. Well well well but one important thing i have not told yet is i have still not seen her pic and that was the thing which made my love shallow whenever i discovered not so gud looking pic of a girl having better appealing name though this may seem a little stupid assumption but i have to follow certain thumb rules to shortlist girls. And one fine day while i was busy orkutting trying to cultivate new love relationship i see a beautiful girl in my friend list and that is not at all a normal thing, unable to believe i instantly visited the profile and after a long long time life had given me a beautiful surprise, it was her photograph, i instantly rushed and showed it to all my friends. Now since she also belonged to my home town my friends suggested me to ask her for a date while both of us visit our home in summers. Two things i have left out, even though being from an English medium my understanding of the language was far from expectation and she was a big time hip hopper so to bridge the gap while we chat i used to keep my hip hopper friend beside me to ensure i understand everything she meant. May be i should have given a thought to what will happen when he is not around and i might end up making a fool of me but why had i even cared to do that i was too happy thinking about my 1st date, and watching English movie had kindled in me great expectation. All my friends had suggested me to go for dinner as i will have more chances of getting intimate and all these advices were not only coming from most of the desperate friends of mine but also from every other visitor to me room. And finally the day had come, instead of dinner which i insisted very strongly she agreed for an evening hang out at cafe coffee day the only cool place in ranchi as referred by her, i was supposed to pick her up from her home. The very evening i got dressed in the best of my apparels (V neck T shirt tucked in jeans and sports shoe thats my idea of the best) and took off to her home in my ambassador car and more important it was me driving it, when i reached near her house a very weird question popped up in my mind “Should i go in front of her house and call aloud her name the way i do with my other friends”, i had no answer to that question as i was confronting the situation 1st time in my life & thank god i didn’t do that. I thought of a cunning plan, i went to a nearby PCO and told her over fone to come to nearby place known to both of us since i was unable to find her house and the problem was solved. Then all my way from PCO to the common place i kept looking over every other girl wondering if that’s her and finally i could see a beautiful and very sexy girl coming towards my ultimate sexy ambassador and the 1st thing she said was “NICE CAR” i still wonder if that was in sarcasm or thats how girls strike a conversation, while in the car she kept telling about herself and i tried my best to speak as less as possible otherwise she would know how comfortable i am in speaking English. When we were sitting in CCD, seeing the attention she was getting from others it made me happier as every other time i was among the audience catching sight of some sexy girl while she accompanied her boy friend, all the proverbs i had heard in my life “BHAGWAAN KE YAHAN DER HAI ANDHER NAHIN” etc etc seemed so true to me. She was telling about her college about her school days and i was only seeing in her eyes wearing the perfect smile and occasionally saying “YA YA YA” which my friend had tought me, then she asked about my family and then a very innocuous question “Vinit YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS” every other word of the sentence apart from SIBLINGS made sense to me but that was not gud enough, my presence of mind which was luckily present that time deduced two possible meaning for the word either it means PETS or BROTHER, i thought half the battle is won and again using my razer sharp brain i retorted “I HAVE A YOUNGER BROTHER & MY FATHER FORBIDS US FROM HAVING PETS”, she accepted it with a big smile on her face, i thought she just tested me with the best word in her vocabulary and i came out with flying colors, i appreciated my genius while she again started telling about her friends. She asked about hostel life, my friends, what we do in our free time etc etc , while i was telling about my hobbies and all, she came up with another gud question “Vinit i have heard of doping among IIT ppl” , (The question i will remember all my life) well i understood everything this time, doping was nothing new for me i had read about it in school and college both so very smartly i said “ya u have heard correct, we have a doping laboratory in electronics department wherein students undertake semiconductor doping experiment”, i even wanted to explain a bit further but she laughed and laughed and laughed..................................................................................................
5 comments:
Dubey Sir (MD)....you are honing your skills as a blog writer..consecutive hits..too much....there is no stopping you...I assume your present blog is a true reflection of where you have reached...did you contact the girl again..is she the same girl whose photo I saw the other day in your friend list...overall a very nice post....initially it did not engulf me...but gradually as the story progressed...it became really interesting and engrossing...nice post..speaks volumes about your helplessness to get a TANCH maal...[:)]..(we are in the same league [:D]..
Good post!! The instances have been wonderfully narrated n I might have ended up enjoying them more cos we were partners in crime then. A few factual liberties here-n-there have only ended up making the story more humorous and certainly more entertaining. And the thoughtful end worked up the requisite spice. Will look forward to more such posts !!
while reading i felt its jus the promo of a gr8 film whose heroes are all hapless ppl like us!!....its really a true and honest reflection of a "dreamer" guy who is none other than each one of us, dereaming about those 'raspberry" hip-hop "galz" who are actually smart in their "angrezi" skirts only!!...carry on dubey..I dint know u r such a superb writer!!..our all the lobors in the labs wont go wasted!!..its all abt "coping with doping"!![:)]
The doping thing - simply GOD LEVEl
hw do u manage to come up with things like this out of the blue man !!
and the best things about your blog are that the incidents itself are so funny that you dont need to make an effort to make them look funny
GR8 post as always .. I WANT MORE
dube saab...macha rahe ho aajkal.....kya baat hai? great post indeed , could picture it rite in front of me.....so....any news on that?>
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