[Perverted interpretations are encouraged, at the right
places]
Seriously, I have no clue about this one. And will probably
never figure this one out. Far from being perpetually love-induced unlike some
close friends [not that I abhor it], the only reason why this is my second blog
post on this topic is because, well, I was out of topics to write on, my friend
suggested a few things, and this one seemed toughest, and that was reason
enough!
So, yeah, don’t expect me to write anymore than what the
title literally entails. I wouldn’t be surprised if by the end of reading this
you ended up laughing your insides out, instead of the anticipated gush of ‘I
Knew I Am in Love!’ For both of those who’re not into the ‘love is all around’
syndrome and the ones who believe that ‘Love is very much all around’; well,
you should take a read. Let’s cross out all our experiences, good or bad and
just think that we’re living this one, as long as we read. What must be kept in
mind, is that I’m writing purely out of imagination. So, you’re a new sophomore. You find some, no;
quite a few eye candies around. It’s nice to think of going out on a date with
Each of them, one by one, each day. Even nicer to think that you’re asked out
by them, in order of your favourites. Life seems blissful already. Months go
by, there’s plenty eye contact during classes, and more after classes, if you know what I mean. Someday that
all-time-favourite chick is looking all shrivelled up, and not that hot, and
you don’t want to say no. And then you flash a bright, wide smile at the girl
next to you, hold her hand tight and skid off. The next day she’s back to
looking all sizzling and propped up, literally, so are you, [naturally] and you
both behave as if nothing ever really happened, and head out after classes.
Couple more weeks down the line you get bored, actually. You zero in on
someone, so does she, over a couple of meetings and things seem great, this
being your first stint at ‘relationships’. You’re pretty happy with the smooth
sailing, you never have to bother about that front. Things get lovey-dovey and
you guys actually start doing little things for each other, missing each other.
One fine day, she ends it. States reasons, keeps it short and sweet. You accept
it all, because you know you were being rather selfish. She finds someone else
soon enough, you don’t try and act like the jealous ex and run after her like a
love-sick puppy. You yourself were eyeing other girls, it was time to move on,
after all. That’s what she said to you, come on. A fortnight later, you are
with a hotter, no not sweeter chick. You find yourself falling for her sooner
than you’d ever think you would. And, she ditches you, after cheating on you a
month later. You invite all your guy friends over for a sleepover, get sloshed.
While you’re sitting on the corner of the bed, after you return from the washroom
having puked all you want; you end up staring at your friend, and realise you’re
smiling at him. He stands up, equally sloshed, takes your hand and you both go
into the other room. Things happen, you both end up feeling great- ecstatic, happily
exhausted- after weeks, months. You realise you’ve had your dose of girls, for
the year. Then, you keep in touch and things seem to be going great for both
till you both are on the verge of getting caught. You admit you’re no hero, and
you cut off contact altogether. Things seem all blurred and vague to you. You
finally have time on your hands to think over what happened over the past few
months, and you don’t seem to have a clue. The inability to be able to come up
with a logical sequence of events irks you no end. You’re scared, so you start
off with your random dates and night outs again, with the hottest of chicks in the
campus. And each morning after, you thank your stars you’re not entirely ‘gay’.
While
you’re all focused on your academics and close to excelling at it, you still
can’t get over the emotional whirlwind that went by the previous year. And what
comes as a pleasant surprise is noticing you’re being eyed by a demure dame,
someone whose presence you were not even aware of all these months. Neither was
she. You are secretly infatuated with her, you like to check her out then and
now. You go ahead to ask her out, and you discover you’ve been the butt of her
jokes lately. You’re miffed, but not enough to stop liking her altogether. A
few days pass by, and you see her taking even more interest in you. She flirts,
and smirks, leaves. You end up realising she’s not all that coy, as you liked.
Just as she would almost hate you on knowing you were a little into that close ‘bro’
of yours. You’re happy enough to see her play around, drop euphemisms, and you
end up feeling more shy in front of her each day. Things grow intense with each
passing day, neither says a word though. Come Monday, and you’ll ‘do something
about it’. She doesn’t turn up. You’re restless by the end of the day. Angry. Tuesday’s
here, and you’re on your toes. Classes over, you call her, she turns back,
comes walking in confident strides. You’d imagined an entire conversation,
guessed her responses, but realised things went a little off-track here. She
looks into your eyes, with the ‘Tell me what’s been going on’ look, and smiles
sweetly the very next instant. You’re confused, more than ever. Shyer, too. After
five more minutes of no talk, only awkward smiles later, you just say ‘nothing’
and you both walk on. She’s close to sprinting, you realise. Grabbing her hand,
you pull her into the classroom, kick the door, and you both embrace and kiss,
walk out ten minutes later, laughing. Months later, you're still together.
Quite adventurous a ride this would be, if someone were to experience
this for real. Many have. How many of you have been able to read up till here,
is something I’d want to know, if I could. Some could term it explicit, weird-
whatever term suits their fancy. Having written this as I thought, this is how ‘love’ should be seen, by
people alike. You might as well end up liking it. Drop the notions, rigid
conventions, go for those impulsive likings, to try and know what love is, for a change. The ‘How’ part will fall in place
on its own.
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