Before I actually go into my experience, I want to apprise you all about the existing ground reality. Well, when I entered college as a fresher, a few of us juntas had experienced this feeling. Out of this few, a few of us realised that we were mature enough not to continue with the relationship and realised the path of austerity. Another category realised that school-day relationships are immature and began to search for unchartered territory and the last few( the virtually non existant) continues with the relationship. Now when I enter final year I am aghast to quantify the virtually shrinking number of the true followers of the ethics and morality of bachelorhood(Poor me!!! Hope I am not left alone finally).
when I hit college everyday, the dignified angels of our class ( rather the ones with the hidden horn painted blood red, hehe!!), would post me with the gossips of the day. I pay all attention to whatever is being told with the heart and body of an infant( God!! I dont wanna be a part of this dogmatic male-female debate...... Gossips are a female's ecstasy and a male's bone of contention.... They never learn!!!! ). These gossips would most probably bear testimony to the central theme of my post. I would hear of the couple of couples who hit the famousily infamous gossip of the day or even the new lamb who got caught in the web( ref: shrinking number of.....).
Now lemme focus on the this junta X who is known to every other person as being in love with juntess Y( I am beating around the bush cause they never like this being told otherwise!!). X is a profound worshipper of Y cause grades that once hit the stumps slowly improved because of Y( this is a particular case though). Y resonates pride, harmony and above all happiness in X. X begins his day like most engineering students do:
1. Get up 20 min b4 bell.... do necessary chores( I said NECESSARY!!)
2. Hit the class 5 min b4 bell....... ahhh!! finally meet goddess!!!!
3. Classes are dozing time( applicable to all student fraternity)..... (This individual sleeps now)....
4. After the day, Of course filled with the never ending imaginations and hours of talking with Y.... Suddenly watch strikes 4 pm.........
5. Again doze off and then dial those 10 digits that connects Y. ( This process has been so thoroughly researched that many a mobile companies come to the rescue. They have initatives with which you could even call a particular number for free...unlimited!!!.....Any new maggot out here can check with the mobile service providers or of course any senior..( ref: shrinking number of.....).
Hmm....... reality at best.........
What is that got to do with me??
Well, a maggot A was caught talking with a maggot B by A's mother and there ensued a Kurukshetra. A approached me to mediate........ As is the case with me after quite some persuation (ofcourse A was not culpable then) I had to heed........ I had to parrot quite some premeditated thoughts to make the whole thing trustworthy. I did so with extra peppering including tales that go on to prove the guilt of all other maggots in his room and A being guiltfree. How would I have known that the maggot would disprove the whole theory....... Yes!! he did...... I now face trial from all the maggots who share the room ( for he did tell them abt it.....afterall maggots who share room are thick friends) and ofcourse mom!!!!!!!
Please understand that if in the near future or later you find this post deleted then it could have been because of 2 reasons:
1. excess pressure from the person described
2. logical error in my whole stance....... not my mistake.......( ref: shrinking number of.....)!!!!!!
Hehe!! Good day!!
