Monday, May 17, 2010

NOT Another Girl Story

 Sitting in the shatabdi doing nothing jst observing the gurl sitting opp me who is hot as hell. Now, for a change I thought I’ll notice these guys instead of the shrieking obvious. Now, for all those guys whose minds that have started racing should not believe that I, after 22 years of my life am coming out of closet or even remotely close. Sitting in the middle of these two gentlemen pretending that they don’t give a shit, the gurl is behaving jst like a girl of her hotness level should, ignoring and non acknowledging anything.  Its really funny to notice them. I’ll call the man sitting on the window as Man 1, nd the man sitting on the aisle as Man 2.

 Man 1 looks to be a perfect case of a middle class background who now has enough money to travel in shatabdi but  not without bragging in his town. He is unshaven, wishing against it, but trying to present himself with as much class as he can muster. I love small town guys they always try for everything they can set eyes on without bothering what all is ever humanly possible for them. He has been shifting uneasily for god knows how long now, nd I really feel for him. He is trapped in his tight jeans with his protruding features which he has been trying and adjusting for a while now. Rest of the tym he has been fidgeting with his golden watch which was probably given to him on his engagement. He has also gone to the bathroom three times now and I jst saw him coming to the seat and then suddenly return again as he saw the girl busy preparing her tea. I guess he didn’t want to disturb the her. There he comes again, standing beside the seat for what seemed like ages before the gurl finally notices him and continues with what she was doing. Man 1 realizes that she has not recognized him, ramming his small-town-now-big ego and exclaims ‘Madam, axe-cuse me’.

Man 2 is wearing a pajama kurta and has this journalist feel about him. He has decided in the mourne -ing that he shall be Mr. Cool-Handles this big firm guy. His phone has rung six tyms now with each conversation becoming more and more  fierce. The sentences I could make out were “mujhe ab aapko samajhna bhi nahi hai” … nd others like “Not 3, Not 5, But I want 3, u getting this?” He has asked these attendants all sorts of Qs like “Ye AC kyun kam kar diya hai?”…. “Yaar breakfast kab laoge”….. “Tundla chala gaya kya”… I mean hw the hell does it affect you ki tunda gaya ki nahi….. He has been hogging the charger point for a while now, nd as I requested for sm tym on it, he said that he jst needs it for 10 mins more. His ten minutes have come and gone but his screen cracked mobile is still charging away to glory. I smhw hate him more than Man 1.

But its all amazing and you can learn loads from it.  With a man juggling with different shades of his personalities and being uncomfortable as hell but still in some twisted way thinking that others wud luv it. Being someone you are not is a thing we all do everyday, in different ways and in different measures. It stems from a natural desire of being liked, appreciated, recognized and loved by all. And sometimes we end up acting stupidly when this liking, recognizing, loving goes really out of our reach. It creates this illusion that you think u have achieved, when you are even further away than where you had started. So it makes you believe that all of us are living in our own minuscule world (M-world) whose rules, actions, facts are decided by our own irrespective of how far they are from normalcy or reality. This minuscule world is different for everyone and when these worlds start combining in sm way, we experience relationships. Without the overlapping of these M worlds no matter how hard we try in our own M world we are not able to develop this connection with this person. Man 1 and Man 2 are no different from Man 3 or 4… but jst may be trying to expand their M worlds, may be a bit too much, but are still beautiful in so many different ways.