The Eternal Best man- Part 2

The shrill din of criticism for my verbose style is still ringing in
my ears. I don’t want to present any riposte to it as I have been
reminded (and not so gently if I may say so) that the whole point of
writing a blog is to reach out to people, rather than make an
exhibition of my vocabulary. In lieu of these recent developments, I
have taken a stance of tempering my habit of flamboyance with words.
Yet my sincere hope is that even after this, my steak doesn't loose
all its sizzle.
Anybody who knows me, knows that I am a names guy and love naming
names. Well most of you'll also know that geography happens to be my
favourite subject. Hmmm I have decided to put both my penchants
together.
If you guys are wondering why The hell am I doing this. Then let me
tell you guys, its because the tough censorship laws which are binding
my potential shrapnels of thoughts.
Disclaimer-Responsibility of any associations or inferences drawn from
the names of places given to my characters lies solely with the person
imagining the same. I will neither confirm nor refute any claims with
regards to the same.
They say charity begins @ home. So here it is.
Yours truly will be hereinafter be known as Somalia.

My two subjects will be namely Mr. Jamnagar Durham & Mr. Vegas Kota.

Girl buddy -Gujarat.

The lonely P will be hereby known as Poland
And my quarry- Lakshadweep Kolar.

Have I been wandering like one of those lonely tortoises of that
oh! so popular game on FB. What is it called farmville isn't it? hmm.
Come back... lest I melt the effect of my freeze frame.

Hmm where was i, I was in that dimly lit room of incandescent light
alone with L. K. Classic "hum tum ek kamre mein bund ho"
situation. As I was saying I found myself alone with L. K
so what would you expect any mature guy in my situation would do.
I went up to her and looked in her eyes said "no need to say anything
I know what you want to say" and then the done to death sequence.
Ethnically Innovative in its presentation though. A Rose bud bending
over another rose bud,a shoe slipping over another,twittering
fluttering teeny tiny birds pecking each other. As the light dimmed
further I emerged out of shadows with scarlet lips :).

This is what should have a happened right?

But it didn't.

What did happen though was this.

Well as I was saying in that room lonely except for the two of us she said “ Hi Somalia I wanted to talk to you” . Hearing this, my hormones went into an overdrive. Sadly for me it was the adrenaline the fright-flight- fight reflex inducer. The alarm bells inside my not just started to ring they started to explode. And then I ran for my life, guys I am no Usain Bolt but that day on that semi lit narrow staircase I could have taken any body on.

P.S. My lips were scarlet, only I cant remember whether it was the bloody door or the freaking railing which got me.

Well! As they say life is one damned thing after another. The next chapter that I am going to narrate was perhaps happened at the time when I guess I was having first brush with the slippery slope of romance.

Well as I finished school and I entered junior college there was this romantic buzz all around. What with all these rose, chocolate and St. Valentine festivities running rings around you. It was mighty impossible not to get caught in that whirlwind.

One fateful day it happened, like the Italians call it I was hit by a thunderbolt, and fell for it hook–line-sinker. I was carrying a stack of biology journals out of the library and she was with her comprehensive chemistry 1996 revised edition, and I that’s when I saw her. It was like something from an old English movie, where the sailor sees the girl across the crowded dance floor, and he turns to his buddy and says, “See that girl? I’ m gonna marry her someday.”

And then at that moment, something happened that changed my life forever, to this I attribute the reason why I was never the same person again……….

Being Eternal Best Man- Part 1

After struggling for so long to come up with something on my blog that was benign and principally concerning me. You have no idea guys, how difficult it was when I had two scrumptious subjects lined up to write about. Of course to my dismay they were shot down immediately by the players themselves. Well i have to just console myself with a concession that I can write about the subjects 20 yrs after they are married.

The eternal best man, wow loved that expression well copyrights of
that are reserved with my friend lets call him P. Ya just P, lonely in
just name. Though I am still a bit confused coz literally, well due to
his charm and wit he has always been lets just say very popular with
the charming sex. But ya he is the sole baron of his manor in literal sense presently.


Coming back to the main topic well I am sometimes guilty of quintessential
''beating around the bush'' syndrome. Okay I do it all the time. Well

Hmmmm how do I begin articulating?

BEST MAN - By definition the principal groomsman at a wedding, one of the foremost prerequisites for it is that the guy in question has to be BACHELOR, that’s how Webster defines this term. Cliché’s ohh! I am the master of cliché’s

Well... I will try my best.I know you guys think it was a cakewalk but F.Y.I it was not so easy.
You have to struggle superlatively to maintain the epithet of the unblemished eternal best man
There are plenty of pitfalls filled with quick sand, which you need to tread carefully. The worst enemies in your pursuit to be the eternal best man are the people whom you cherish the most. Essentially your- friends, teachers, well wishers, family(oh! Yeah) and everybody who rates you highly. Beware of them. They are the axis of evil who will resort to varied kind of subterfuge and chicanery to waver your resolve and lure you away from your endeavour. You have to be extremely cautious when u get invites to any parties, social gatherings weekend getaways and even camps. Discotheques they should be literal no no. My friends, these might look innocuous but they are basically foxy deathtraps designed to trap you in forever, lest you walk in to one.
Various strategies like peer pressure, emotional appealing and last but not the least public mortification are the order of the day for anybody who is an eternal best man.

Ok ok I am wandering again..

Without further ado, Here I present to you the series of my tryst with being the eternal best man.

Let us begin chronologically. It was the spring of 98 the school episode of
my life was coming to an end.
Let me put it in perspective during that series of my life was I was
virtually a misogynist and I didn’t face many challenges to dither me
either.

Until that fateful farewell party and that too almost
at the finale. My best lady friend (who was a buddy in almost guy like
manner) told of that there is somebody has a liking towards me which
of course my above average IQ dismissed as pure lunacy.

As I was wallowing in my somber mood caused by the imminent anguish of parting. Something strange happened. Just as we were about to say final goodbyes to the mates who had endured through that sweet sour terrain called school life, in that farewell hall of ours. I looked around and to my utter bewilderment I was alone in my the room with my afore mentioned quarry (who for reasons unknown had taken fancy to me). Was it by
design or by coincidence is a secret I will probably never find an
answer to. But the Clint Eastwood in me decided to take the
matters in my own hand (no pun intended).

Hold it!

Well lets freeze this
chapter here coz I want the freeze frame effect of daily soap in my
writing.
There is a fair possibility that an Aaj Tak or a star news or at least India TV might pick up my
thread and go around tom toming it across the town which might result
in me being turned into a mini celebrity. You never know you might
actually see me in bigg boss 4 carrying forward the mantle from KRK.
:)