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V For Valentines (and l for a loser)
This story is writen by me I ve got an award for my college magazine for Best Story so get ready to read an award winning story... V for Valentine (and L for a loser) A romantic comedy…. (All the characters in this story are real and any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely intentional) It was 14th Feb. that day and it was 1:00 AM, the prevailing morning the world would be celebrating Valentine’s day. And I was there sitting with my flat mates, watching some crap movie, doing things in my usual routine. All my friends were looking quite relaxed, but I was not. The reason is quite simple one more Valentine’s day without a valentine. From the last 4 years on each Valentine’s Day I used to make a pledge that I wouldl be having a Valentine in the next year and my pledge used to break each year(for what so ever reason ) and the legacy will continue this year also. Thinking about all this I went to sleep I didn’t remember when, my friends were still watching some crap movie I remember I woke up earlier than all my friends. No , this time my friends were not watching some crap movie, they were fast asleep. I thought I should get some food as living outside the hostel in a flat makes you a “khana badosh “ animal, searching for food here and there. I was remembering that today is Valentine’s Day I saw my surroundings and saw that everybody else seemed to be in love with each other, even the steet dogs were celebrating Valentine’s Day, I was the odd one out. But these things off late have become usual for me.But I was concerened about my love genes, I hoped that they didn’t die. Then I saw a group of men wearing saffron head band and destroying a gift shop, they were obviously opposing Valentine’s Day and they seemed as frustrated as I was. I felt I should join them and take my frustration out to the cute Valentine’s Day gift. But then I thought I should calm down and move on. Then I saw a girl on a scooty, her face was scarfed, only her eyes were visible. And those were the most beautiful pair of eyes I had ever seen. The colour of her eyes were blue as if God took a piece of sky and put it in her eyes, I just fell in love with her eyes, even though I knew nothing about her other details (what so ever sense you may take..). I started following her as if she was a pied piper and me a mouse. Finally she stopped and entered a coffee shop, she sat there alone for a while until her friend came there who was thankfully a girl.Meanwhile I was observing her from another table. After waiting (staring you can say…) for a while I went straight to her and said “Can I join you “ They felt quite awkward initially but by seeing my confidence and smartness( I am great you know !!! ) I eventually joined them. I told them my story (how I followed her) which they took in a lighter sense, by then they became quite frank with me and we joked I told her about my college and she said about hers(which college I am not going to tell you..).We exchanged numbers and then I asked her the question “will you be my valentine today??” and to my surprise she said yes .We decided to meet that evening. So atlast I had a Valentine in a Valentine’s Day I got prepared and was so exited about her. Remembering everything about her made me fly in air, her way of talking , her way of laughing in which her eyes went smaller, her dimples which were so deep that the depth could be measured in centimetres (how technical nah!!),her fragnance, her way of removing hair from her face. I was getting ready for my date while my friends were still watching some crap movie. I got dressed and went to date with best possible getup. We talked, we laughed, we had a great time together.I could hear the violins behind me. Then came the waiter with a bill I was checking the bill for a possible error (engineers always check calculation error don’t they!!), Waiter was standing besides me , then I heard a song “Golmaal hai bhai sabh golmaal hai” I asked the waiter did you hear it , he said no. Then I asked her(my date ), she also said no but her voice changed with that of a boy the song was still playing on….I was shocked …. My face got drenched in sweat…..!! I was horrified “how’s that possible” I thought Her voice sounded familiar to me, it was like one of my friend’s …..Then she slapped me.I was shocked again …”where did I go wrong”..I got slapped in my first valentine date… tears were about to come out of my eyes.To add to my disaster she slapped me againWake up!!! Wake from your dreamy sleep RahmanWake up!!! Wake from your dreamy sleep Rahman my flat mate Kshitij said… Dream, I cried , that was a dream oh no… what the “beep”…. the emotion of shock and terror which were in my mind due to that dream increased further when I came to know that it was a dream.I looked all around as if I was coming back from another world, like a sci-fi movie hero comes “back from the future” to the presentIt was so beautiful I cant believe that was a dream..(poor me…)I saw the time it was still 3:00 AM , my friends were still watching some crap movie and the world will still celebrate Valentine’s Day that morning and I will still be celebrating the Valentine’s without a Valrentine and my pledge will again be broken for the record fifth year & my love gene may die, so the legacy continues..Well that’s what life is…. A wise man said once- When the world says, "Give up," hope whispers, "Try it” one more time, so I will try again next time. Thinking about all this I got back to my sleep, but I had a question in my mind so I asked it to my friend I asked my friends which crap movie were you people watching, they said“Hera Pheri” (2000) Oh yes!!! I must have guessed…“Golmaal hai bhai sabh golmaal hai”
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