16 August 2009

Lauv Story Episode I

I was waiting for the most important tweet of my life. It was part risky and part stupid, nobody I knew had even proposed a girl publicly even on facebook, much less twitter. And before I knew, it was one of the most talked about topic, with people who never knew me not shying away from giving their two cents on #loserproposesontwitter, it wasn't too bad though because as the afternoon came there were a few losers who started supporting me on #guyproposesontwitter.

So how did it all start? One year back.. I came to this college to have four fun filled years. I hardly had a school life after 8th, as I was shipped to Kota to fulfill my father's life long ambition of joining IIT. So he sent me to this crapland for four years and I fulfill his dream, bah.. I walked out of the IIT examination precisely 4 minutes after, having scribbled down my name, application number and other details in neat handwriting. But I had to go to college, and so I wrote BITSAT, got into the Goa campus (although Pilani was open for me, but the idea of spending another four years of my life in the middle of nowhere didn't entice me much).

And so on the moisture laden steps leading the main building of BITS Pilani, Goa Campus, amidst the several centipedes (that seemed to have rained on us), I talk to Anchal. 5'4"-5", darker than wheatish, but sharp features, and omg eyes.. resplendent blue on the clearest white, and yes she had red streaks in her hair (the rebel kind eh?). She comes to ask me about the registration, and the narcissistic me is quick to spot that she was interested. So I brush my hair back, stroke my chin (which I believed had the power to weaken the knees of girls), and set myself about the task of showing my exemplary skill of making small talk.

Turned out I was wrong, "here listen, thanks for the info, and yeah pleased to meet you, but well I am kinda busy.. and smooth talk really doesn't work on me, so if you could please excuse me!" - said as she turned, as the red and black streaks wobbled in the air and I looked around to see how many had witnessed the catastrophe. "Bitch" I firmly pronounced as I walked back listening to "she fucking hates me" on the cheap iBall mp3.

(to be continued.. episode I duh!)

17 comments:

One more level.. said...

Chin eh? Decent enough position to stroke stuff.

namrata said...

nice start.......im waitin 4 the other chapters.

Andius said...

flippin ur blonde hair back
i see
time for body language lessons part 2
:P

4ever a Gunner said...

sm1 will be angry :P

pixel said...

I thought this was a true story... then realized the truth of life...

Teesta said...

flippin ur air?? strokin ur chin?? oh my poor poor friend :'( ur parents didnt even give u a chance did they :(
damn kota!

Teesta said...

but i wonder why u used 2 whole para's to emphasise ur 'lack of interest in iit, HENCE, not gettin in' :D insecure are we ????

Mohit | Sourcemorph said...

read the label :D
its fiction.

Divesh said...

going good....post the other part asap!!

#Jaikish said...

I guess the fiction in the post is the label fiction "itself"

pixel said...

good one jaikish...

Ocean said...

wen's the next 1 comin ? :)

ratpik said...

nice1 :)

divyansh said...

5'4"-5", darker than wheatish, but sharp features, and omg eyes.. resplendent blue on the clearest white, and yes she had red streaks in her hair............fucking hot!!

pixel said...

Divyansh... harami rajput... kahaan hai aajkal??

divyansh said...

Delhi mein harampanti ki training le raha hun (this is wat 1 cn do here at best)....@ p-tech.

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