CHE SARA, SARA

(Resemblance of any character to any person living or dead is purely coincidental)

 “What will be, will be”. Now Mr. smarty pants, why show off using an Italian title?? Look, I am sorry, but its only because I really liked the sound of it. Although, I am sure had I kept it ‘carnival’ or ‘casino’ (also italian) nobody would have minded. As it is, I was due, after my last post which had a dismal title(A trip to govardhan).

I had read somewhere,

How to impress woman: kiss her, hug her, compliment her, love her, tease her, protect her, listen to her, support her
How to impress a man: Show up naked with beer.

So true… isn’t it?

I think when god made a man (I think man was made first), he thought to himself, enough of practice now lets get on with the real thing. I am also truly grateful to him that he didn’t propose a third sex, otherwise we would have sexually starved as I really believe that there are far too many good girls out there than the men who deserve them. You may have taken umbrage at what I just said (but …. Hey.. u can’t boo my opinion.) but I guess if you give it a second thought you may think likewise.

  Now, last evening, I was chatting with a girl whom I pretty much liked. Now, the boys reading this would understand, “pretty much” liked straight away (more often than not) means she was not all that hot or lemme put it this way that she was not “much pretty”.  But I liked talking to her, infact I like talking to all the girls I don’t know (or perhaps I do) why. I guess this is usual male psyche and very few man can be above these seemingly small and petty issues.

 Now my dad, entered my room and asked me “Do you want to come to Sharmas with us?” I, even, before the question could register in my mind said “No Thanks, dad gotta go hit the the gym”. He had already left. I guess he knows me inside out. Why the hell would I want to go to Sharmas. I hate these kinds of social situations, atleast at my age, where people ask you all sorts of questions and when you are tired of answering them then you are considered to be rude and immature.

Anyways, I had absolutely no intention of going before I overheard my mom telling my dad that “Nisha would also be home these days, if siddharth comes along he may not get bored”. For those of who don’t know, siddharth is my household name and yes Nisha was Nisha Sharma. As I heard this, my male mind went into 2X speed of finding out a way to go to the now all “interesting Sharmas”. I faked a cram in my hand and went to mom and told her that I won’t be able to go to the gym. My mom immediately then asked me “Then why don’t you come with us to the Sharmas”. Now, I knew she would ask me that as otherwise she would have had to prepare my dinner separately. I chuckled at my own genius and thanked god for me giving that one thing more than women (brains, in this case). Actually god gave us two things more than women, but sadly, only enough blood to run any one of them [;)].

   So as we reached the doorsteps of Mr Sharma, we were welcomed by a huge Alsatian dog. Now, one more thing, why do all homes with girls have dogs? It seems their father like to have that extra sense of protection from the animals who roam the civilized world[;)]. As I entered their house, a board on the wall said

“Optimism is the faith that leads to achievement. Nothing can be done without hope or confidence.”  -Helen Keller

The line on the board was like god had intentionally put it there for me. I was infact hoping and was being optimistic about quite a few things like Nisha would be hot, She would be classy and fun to talk, She would get impressed by me even when I was not classy and neither was I fun to talk, She would be single, She would say ‘yes’ when I ask her out. I knew it was a lot to ask, but we, as men, are born optimists.  

 Now, as I was served juice by Nisha, I just glanced at her carelessly to see how she looked as if I was not interested in her even if she came begging. I found that she was gorgeous. She had a fair skin, curly hairs, small but mischievous eyes. I found her too cute for words and had instantaneously fallen in love with her. I wonder, if girls after seeing a good looking boy fall for them at the same instant or was it just another man trait. She sat right beside me, where I could notice many a things with this side angle. [;)] I thought she was perfect. She had scored a perfect 10 on my hotness scale. I made a lot of surreptitious glances at her with each time getting more and more infatuated.

    She suddenly turned and looked at me. Now, there are a lot of things you would wish a girl should ask you. But definitely not “So.. Which class are you in?” Damn that Mach 3, should have been contented with the usual razor. My world came crashing down with all my confidence now in shambles. It took me a second there to regain my voice and reply with as hoarse voice as I could make “I just finished engineering and waiting for my joining”. “That’s nice” came the soft reply. Nice was the last thing that it was. Then, Sharma uncle called out for Nisha “Beta, why don’t you show Saxena uncle a photo of Tushar”. I wondered who Tushar was, hoping against hope that Tushar would turn out to be a relative of Nisha. When the photos were passed around, I saw Nisha stuffing a golden ring in the chubby hands of his fiancée Tushar. He was ugly.

  I longed to go back home and cursed myself to have come here and vowed never to go to any dinner party in future. After dinner, as we got up to leave I saw another board on their wall that said

“We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope” –Martin Luther King      

I could not help but suppress a laugh on the cruel and savage satire that god had played with me. We bid our goodbyes with Nisha calling out “bye Siddharth, all the best”. I called out with a meek voice “Bye didi”

 

 PS- I bought an electric shaver with a trimmer