Yes, She is right… Commitment sucks….

Lately, I have been trying to hit on my classmate of yester-years. She kept on telling me why she doesn’t need a lover giving valid and convincing reasons but I was unable to digest them. But, this recent trip to Chandigarh and Ludhiana with my newly committed batchmates, compelled me to stumble upon her thoughts. Scratching my head a little, I made the following conclusions:

1. Sitting at a bar and watching a Ukrainian belly dancer dance, you don’t have to seek her permission to drink and don’t have to lie to her that it’s the television that is making that noise.
2. When you are not selected for the second round of interviews, you have ‘n’ shoulders to cry on than only one.
3. And when you are selected for the second round of interviews, you have ‘n+1’ people congratulating you, than only one.
4. You can freely roam in shorts and get clicked without thinking much about your appearance and what would be her response when I post hem on Fb, orkut, etc.
5. Your phone can work for two complete days and you don’t have to ask your un-committed friend for his mobile phone batteries.
6. While travelling, you don’t have to ask your friends to shut up, just so that your chat isn’t disturbed.
7. You can spend freely than compromising on fooding and lodging, in order to save money for phone recharge on roaming.
8. You call her very late in the night to talk to her about your feelings only to find her phone picked up by her ex, whom she accidentally ran into at the bar, and is planning to give it a second chance.
9. And her very favorite, (p.s. I like her for this), “Boyfriends may come and boyfriends may go, but a true friend like you will go on forever”.

P.S. There is a thin line of distinction between being single and being committed and I have walked on either sides of it.

P.P.S. I like this state of drunkenness.

P.P.P.S. I won’t repent writing this, during and after the hangover.

It will be me....

Lost in the ashes of time, i find myself walking alone in this crowd,
On paper, i have so many friends, but in reality, I only have this bottle of wine.
Started this journey holding her hand, but she left me alone in this materialistic world,
I am finding it difficult to absorb their prowess, and coupled with this emptiness,
I felt like sleeping and sleeping forever......

But a little of his dope, gave me a ray of hope,
I use to see the world with two eyes,
and now winking with the third one,i came to know that,
This world is an illusion and i was the Fallen,
Awakened to return them back, what they have given to me..
Certainly it won't be my finger, or any of my racist remarks,
It will be me, it will be me, it will be me......

Potential Suitors

Once upon a time in the cursed R-Land, was a city of male virgins, having two major clans: The Mechatronix – capable of switching between human and machine forms and the Induschrones – who were half humans and half machines, and had an industrial background. Also, in the city was a young, naïve bimbo named Desire having a charm capable of making even the God’s to stare at her.

She was one of a kind and her beauty was admired by all, ranging from the oldies to the younglings. Everyone wanted to be with her. Also, there was a prophecy about her that the “ONE” who wins her heart won’t die a virgin, a feat that eluded them. This myth introduced a little anarchy in the city, upset the established order, leading to a chaos. The two clans, which worked together for years were divided and gradually their relationships abated. Also, within the Induschrones, inter-personal rivalry could be seen.

Efforts were made to pursue her and be the “one”. While the mighty Mechatronix nominated their valiant soldier TaTaScho as the perfect and potential suitor, the lecherous Induschrones were staining themselves with blood as all but one wanted to be the “one”. The race, indeed a quagmire, resulted in much heartbreak and reactions like “Why did you do this to me?”

As time went by, the lecherous suitors pursuing her started backing out as they could see the wrinkles on her face or were unable to fulfill her lust for power and money. The Awesome Blossom Secy, who came so far but faltered in the end, was so frustrated by the race that he was about to violin out his arm with a blade, only to be rescued by the Beast. Desire always hated the Beast as he conspired against her, thereby, threatening her dominance.

The race that started with so many suitors finally reaches the final stage. He, who gets the highest PPO, wins ‘her’ hand and will be the one.