Being a very good guy, I almost fall into any sort of traps set up by girls. It has developed into a habit for the past few years…say 26yrsL..Whether it may be calling me up late night from the railway station asking for a pick up because she isn’t sure that she saw a Godzilla boarding the train or by saying that she doesn’t carry her cash on the days when she sees her neighbor’s dog lying in southwest direction., I am always there..
Through a deep rooted self diagnosis and a rare tantric self study, I was able to identify that this happens not just because of ignorance and innocence, which also has its due share in the events, but mainly because of one thing.. Desperation…aaaaahhh!!!! Not just the plane one, but the ready to erupt, high voltage, highly disruptive desperation.
Now I am here in the US, the land of opportunies, sky scrappers, most modern machines, ultra modern life style etc etc.. Yeah yeah I know, I am coming to that point…the 34-28-32 curves.. For an Indian who is not born in a metro, that will be considered as the 8th wonder of the world.. “Man such things exists eh!!!” This is the typical dialogues my friends back home crack when we watch a Hollywood movie.. Though they say that I am the one who the crack that dialogue the most.. I deny!!
But alas!! Here I am in the coldest month of the year.. minus 8 , minus 5… the only time minus part was removed by the weather authorities was when it stuck Zero. ((For my next sentence parental guidance is advised, if read by children below 18 or the “yuk that was gross” kind of girls and guys ) Here if i pee in the open air, before touching the ground, it gets frozen and at times I need to break it off part by part… and by the time i finish it, i will be turned into a snow man...well if not literally something like this would happen… and I expected to find the curves and the figures.. bull shit..!!. The only organ I can see of any human here is their eyes.. rest everything covered, even their toe. L by the time I make out that the person who was beside me is a guy or a girl, he/she would have passed by, forget checking out their figure. For the first 2 weeks I did check out …some 5-6 guys from behind, thinking they are babes…with long hair and a fully covered thermals… damn it..!!
The search of an innocent desperate soul continues in a -8 degree Celsius miles and miles away.
