Love & it’s Maladies (Part 2)

Sequels being the current fad, I decided to pen some more on the foibles of lovelorn couples. In case if you missed it, link to the prequel (http://errorcode404.blogspot.in/2013/09/anti-love-love-and-its-maladies.html). So without any beating around the bush, here’s the low down.

·         Petty Fights: The commonest thread amongst couples worldwide is to fight about insignificant, absolutely mundane things.  A guy, trying to warm up to his girlfriend, bought her a yellow t-shirt. Little did he know that this gesture of his will be misconstrued and he will get hell for it! Reason: He had given a yellow t-shirt to his ex-gf, which his current gf knew about. Hence, it was absolutely and completely crystal clear from this that he still had feelings for his ex-gf. (Please note that this is sarcasm. If you are a girl and you are agreeing with it, stop reading here and rather read about shoes or bags.)

·         Nicknames: She has a name, that too a very nice one. Why would you call her babyyyy, chocolate, shonna, shonnu, gullu, chullu? The most bizarre name that I recently overheard a girl was summoning her boyfriend with was Chottu (Read: Small). I didn’t know whether he was her man-Friday (obviously before dating), or it was a more read between the lines nickname.

·         Handbag holding chipmunk: Picture a guy, struggling to hold a lady bag in a way that would paint a masculine picture of him. Breaking News: It is an impossible feat to achieve, even if you are Arnold Schwarzenegger. So either you ask your girlfriend to carry it with her at all times, which I am sure you won’t have the balls to do, or suck it up and keep holding it in your hand until a guy, holding a bag in his hand out of choice, hits on you.

·         Free Home Delivery: Some girls treat their boyfriends as slaves (not in the 50 shades of grey way). If she needs bread from the store next to her house, Mr. super boyfriend will rent a cab, go 3 blocks, buy the bread, and deliver it on time. Still he will be scourged for not using his head, because after all when she meant bread, she obviously meant brown bread, and isn’t it a commonplace logic to buy eggs when you are asked to buy bread. The guy too will be profusely sorry for not using his intellect in making the bread+egg association.

Phew! After the previous one, I got many hate mails in my private mailbox. So I guessed that what wrote struck a chord somewhere…Even though it might have hit the wrong notes, I am just happy that it made some noise, if not music!

The Three Loveless Friends (Part 1)

There are people who bond over food; then there are people who bond over music; but there are people who just bond. This is a tale of 3 friends who bonded on nothing in common only to discover-they after all had a common thread that tied them together. So let me introduce you to the weird trio and their not-so-docile friendship.

The first one was a black-eyed, dark skinned, narcissistic boy from the land of innocence. (At least that is what appeared at the outset.) He loved himself and this is an understatement. He was fun-loving, happy-go-lucky, but disarmingly charismatic. Everybody loved him. And that was the problem. Everybody loved him, except for that one girl he always dreamed of. No he wasn’t a testosterone driven teenager; he was a tiny man in the 2^nd standard. Yes, it was since then he was looking for love. But was love around the corner? Yes, it was. But the problem was that he was always at the wrong corner. This time, he was at the right place and at the right time.

The second one was a loud, thick skinned girl. Beautiful she was, but then as they say beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. She was in college and she was almost a he. Hung out with guys, wanted to play cricket; got into fist fights; and when she got to abusing, she could put a boy to shame. She would angry at the slightest and would fall in love at the slightest. It was as if the world was a slippery floor, and she was the only one in that paradise-slipping and tripping, falling in LOVE. Her dreams were big, so big that no guy had the courage to handle them (or her for that matter). But one day, things changed.

The third was a geek, the guy who spent his life in cyber space. He was funny, sharp, witty. Good for him, right? But at the same time was bespectacled, loud and annoyingly successful at whatever he did. He was the horse that ran in a derby for himself, inching towards the finishing line with a gallant pace, irrespective of where he stood in the race. Girls liked him. They LIKED him! And that was the problem in his case. No one fell in love…But then his luck was about to shine. After all luck herself is a Lady, isn’t she? And she was gonna smile bright-not only on him, but on all 3 of them.

These luckless souls hadn’t met until now! And that was for their good, and also for the good of others around them. But then destiny can be an Itch with a ‘B’. By now if you are under the impression that this is a love-triangle straight out of a bollywood movie, then you are in for a rude shock. Because, the time they met, it was obvious that they would be friends and nothing more. (But isn’t this what always happens at the start?)

When the 1^st guy met with the girl, he liked her. But then she was not for him. He wanted better (read hotter), even though he looked like a chipmunk and behaved like one too. The girl, being herself, fell in love with him. It was her habit, a pastime for her. She would meet him again and again with petty reasons. And he loved the attention.

Enter 3^rd guy. In normal circumstances, the guys should have become bitter enemies, but became the best of friends. The girl fell out of love. But weirdly enough, she didn’t fall for the 3^rd guy. She liked this feeling of not mushing over a guy. The three of them were the devil’s children! Always together and always up to pranks, but little did they know that life had played one on them! It was about to unravel. But all in good time!!!

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The Eternal Love Story (Part 2)

Read on to know what happened to Ron and Lily’s fairy tale love story, on the fateful day of 9/11.

Looking into the pleasantly delirious NYC skyline, Lily thought about her future, about the life that she was going to share with Ron. She realized that she hadn’t called her parents, yet. She knew they won’t be too enthralled as they thought Lily could have done better, but nevertheless, they would be happy. Lily was structured (sometimes, boring) and did things in a particular way, was never spontaneous. Ron would always encourage her to be impulsive. Today, it was going to change. 

“What am I doing here scheduling meetings with writers? I should be with Ron. A very long drive, perhaps!”-she thought out loud.

She strolled outside the office with an unusual speed. Her office was on the 89^th floor of the WTC tower. Impatiently, she waited for the lift and it would take at least 30 minutes for her to meet with her “pumpkin”, as she lovingly called him. Was this the happiest day of her life? Maybe, she wasn’t sure. But she was sure that it would be a day she would always remember.

“Hey, guys! there is an emergency at one of the WTC towers. There’s a fire. Let’s hurry!”-yelled the captain of the NYC Fire Dept. over the loud din of the siren. Ron’s heart skipped a beat and all he could think of was Lily. He hoped it was a small fire, restricted to the lower floors. For the first time ever, he closed his eyes in solace for a second and thought of Lily’s flawless cheeks rubbing against his. He tried to call her when they were on the way. The network was jammed.

It took him 35 minutes to reach the WTC site. He couldn’t locate one of the towers. His heart sank. He thought he was dreaming. A dream-where he proposed to Lily; where he was happy; where there was hope and there were endless possibilities; but there was a 105 storey tower missing from the face of NYC! It was the South tower. He stood numb; motionless.

Suddenly, he realized Lily’s office was In the North Tower. Amidst all the commotion, he ran up the stairs to evacuate people from the building that stood aloof, and importantly, to save his future bride. And then THUD!

 In a moment, it was all gone. Everything crumbled down to ashes.

Lily heard about the attacks on the radio broadcast of the cab that she had taken. She knew that her gallant boyfriend would be there rescuing people. She rushed to the site-only to find debris; the debris of her entire life with Ron. A single tear rolled down her eye.

With that rolled a peace of parchment in the smoke that read-

Dearest Lily,

For saying Yes-“Ever thine, ever mine, ever ours. ”

Love for a lifetime-Pumpkin.

It was the last card, that she never got.

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(Readers, please let me know if you liked it. If you did-please just take out the time to write like in the comments. It will help me do better. And as this is my 1st love story, it will encourage (or discourage) me from writing more.

An Eternal Love Story (Part 1):

I have never tried my hand at love stories, reason being-I am a cynic when it comes to love. But there is a story that you have to read if you have ever fallen in love, or you hope to. Here it goes…

It was a pleasant morning in Manhattan, NYC. With groggy eyes, she woke up to a sound of glass breaking. Ron was sitting beside her bed, with a rose in his mouth and a ring in this hand, the broken glass was that of a flute as she could see Champagne in an ice-bucket.

“Lily Jackson, I have hopelessly fallen in love with you-to the point that I managed to break the only flutes we had to drink champagne from. Will you marry a bull-in-a-china-store like me?”

Lily couldn’t say no those innocent eyes that were of an angel. He took her in his mighty arms and embraced her as there was no tomorrow. He was David-Michelangelo’s David-with perfects pecs, biceps and above all with a heart of gold in its place. Lily, was immaculately beautiful; very petite and nimble on her foot. She walked with a grace of a ballerina in the corporate world, where people strode like military men. She was a publisher-a big one. The match was a weird one, one that happens in fairy tales-the princess and the soldier. Lily was on cloud 9.

She went on to do her work, but could not keep her mind in place. Could anyone blame her? She announced it to all her colleagues. Her gal-pals were all giggly (they seemed happy) and mushy(but they envied her) and pestered her with a thousand questions of the way he proposed.

“… is how he proposed. It may not be very lavish or romantic, but for me it means the entire world to me,” declared Lily, wearing a proud smile on her face. She peered at the NYC sky line and smiled to herself.

Ron was with his firemen buds. They looked at his girlfriend’s picture and made nasty comments about the “lucky bastard”. “The son of a gun” had got himself a bride that the “jackass” never deserved. Ron was a popular kid with his firemen folk. They were happy for him (they WERE really happy) as they ordered 3 kegs of beer for the groom-to-be at 8:30 am in the morning.

Ron hoped Lily got the flowers and the note. He could not wait for the day to end. But he did not know that along with him the entire nation waited for the day to end. It was 11^th September 2001.

(TO BE CONTINUED…)