Hurry, Before the offer ends… a painful love story!

Disclaimer: This post is a work of fiction and any resemblance with living (girls) or dead (me) is purely coincidental. 

Once upon a time in the history of torturous high school board days blossom a love story with genuine fragrance of pure jasmine. Those were the tough days of pre board analysis when the school authority kept no stone upturn to bully the callow unadulterated growing minds. Repetitive test paper submission remainders were met with deaf ears. Principal piqued with the Raj successive performance called him one day in her office. For an hour she opened up the front with full vigor against the Raj only to be stopped by a melodious heavenly girly voice. 

Raj looked back to see his savior and was dazzled up by the beauty of Smriti. She was a year junior to him yet was the captain of one of the school four houses including his. Something strange happened that day; Raj spoke with none of his friends and preferred to be left alone. Everyone thought it was the effect of principal gospel but none knew that Raj was in love for the first time in his life.

Now his favorite recess sport was to hang in and around Smriti and admire her beauty for hours. He loved the way the gentle summer breeze drove her tingling hairs. Such news can’t be hidden for long and gradually every other student not only in his but also in her class came to know about Raj new found love, including Smriti. But never for once he dared to propose the girl of his dream for the sheer reason of not been able to sustain the pain of refusal. 

Even, Smriti liked Raj and admired his looks but waited for him to first express his divine feelings. Slowly and slowly the clock ticked and the time passed. Raj school years came to an end with his 12^th board exam. It was the last day of his school; juniors gave a thrilling farewell party to the seniors.

Raj penned a poem, Your Poor Nerd, expressing his love, gathered courage, drank a cola and went straight towards Smriti with a rose in his hands and admiration in his soul. But all his dreams were shattered when he saw Smriti accepting a rose from his classmate. School ended soon and never ever after Raj tried to meet her. 

Footnote: Hurry, before the offer ends. The writer bears no responsibility whatsoever about the content and source, please bear with my ignorance.

A great Catastrophe

My friend Raj has this peculiar habit of falling for each and every girl who passes a smile to him (on him, may be?). This habit of his inspired me for this post.

Bhaiya relates to sentiments perceived when you hear a girl saying "I like you, brother" when you were expecting "I love you". Bhaiya.. is a word which changes or rather transforms the very meaning of a relationship. Boys hate it and girls love it; Our English gentlemen were knowing the impact of such a word so they never coined it in English language.

Ask any boy how he will feel if the girl of his dreams use this 6 letter word for him?..
All will reply in unison.. 'it hurts to even think about it'.

Word Bhaiya acts like an acid which kills the most beautiful feeling.. the feeling of love. It's the most famous and used word in Northern India. But, girls have mastered the art of using it better than the others; It is extensively used to get a seat in an auto-rickshaw, or when they have to bargain the price with the shopkeeper and even when they have to get a bigger slice of 'paav-bhaji'.

They are revolutionizing the use of word Bhaiya in the context which were still a virgin land.


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