Girl1: Hey whatcha doin'

Me: Nothing much just chillin

Girl1: Had dinner?

Me: yeah. WBU?

Girl1: Nope waiting for the Hubby...

Sigh!!!!!!!

Girl2: Heylos

Me: Hi there.. long time!!

Girl2: Are you free this weekend?

Me: Yeah kinda.. why?

Girl2: Its my kid's first Bday.. plzz do come...

Another Sigh!!!!!!!

Why do all the women I converse with have to be committed :(

Speaking of women, all us guys have been termed as MCPs at least once in a lifetime. Couple of days back, I'd written or had been "inspired" to write an anecdote of a flirty Romeo using trial and error to search for his prospective Juliet and a witty reply of the lady being prospected.

Couple of ladies commented on the post saying something like "Clever Girl!!" I was like, "C'mon!! You're forgetting that the author is a guy.. he too needs some kudos for creating that lady's character."

Either the commentors are simply over excited about getting a one up over men or I am such a great writer than they forgot that it was a piece of fiction and were totally absorbed by it.

So I'll just pat myself on the back :)

In case you are interested in reading the anecdote, click here

“Mmmmm... that looks so tempting.”  Vivek was startled out of his thoughts yet another time. It was Sakshi, looking longingly at the brownie in his plate. “I am so sorry,” pushing the plate towards Sakshi, Vivek said, “Have some”. “Oh no! I can’t. These things are really bad for me. I put on weight really fast,” Sakshi replied ruefully. “ I can’t live without having at least one of these each day,” said Vivek. But Sakshi wasn’t listening. She was staring at her phone – with a gentle smile on her lips. Then she typed something – blushing ever so slightly as she did.

Vivek busied himself in attacking his brownie, but he could not help stealing glances towards Sakshi. But oblivious to this, Sakshi continued her interactions with her phone.  Then there was a brief pause and she looked up. Her eyes met Vivek’s for a brief moment and then she looked away. Was that a sparkle that he saw there?

And the jukebox in the corner was blaring Firehouse:

When I look into your eyes

I can see how much I love you

And it makes me realize

When I look into your eyes

I see all my dreams come true

When I look into your eyes

I've looked for you all of my life

Now that I've found you

We will never say good-bye

Can't stop this feelin'

And there's nothing I can do

'Cause I see everything

When I look at you...

Just then, Sakshi looks towards Vivek smiling. He almost splutters out his brownie.

“Hey! That’s a nice song. One of my favorite rock songs.”

“You listen to rock!!” exclaimed Vivek, slightly amazed.

“Yeah, I do. But only if it makes sense to me.”

“Yes, I would agree with you on that. Even I like songs that make sense. So you listen to a lot of Firehouse?”

“Umm, actually no. I’m not really a follower of any one particular band. It’s just the lyrics that appeal to me more. Especially if they are romantic,” she had a big smile on her face when she said that. And again Vivek thought that he caught a sparkle in Sakshi’s eyes.

When I look into your eyes...

And the song faded out.

Sakshi was lost once more in her phone. And Vivek in his thoughts about Sakshi. “What luck!! She likes the same songs that I do.” thought Vivek.

“Hey listen, you’re gonna love this song,” he exclaimed to Sakshi, tapping his finger on the table to get her attention. She looked up and turned her attention to the music. The jukebox was playing Avril Lavigne:

I like your smile

I like your vibe

I like your style

But that's not why I love you

And I, I like the way

You're such a star

But that's not why I love you

Hey

Do you feel, do you feel me?

Do you feel what I feel, too?

Do you need, do you need me?

Do you need me?

You're so beautiful

But that's not why I love you

I'm not sure you know

That the reason I love you is you

Being you

Just you

Yeah the reason I love you

Is all that we've been through

And that's why I love you...

At first Vivek was lost in the song. Another bout of dreamy thoughts about Sakshi. For a brief moment he turned towards Sakshi.

And she smiled. A smile like the one Vivek had never seen before. Vivek’s heart skipped a beat when he saw the way her face lit up when Sakshi heard that song. He was still staring at her with a spoonful of brownie in his hand just inches away from his mouth when she spoke.

“Yeah I love it. It’s beautiful. Really wonderful,” exclaimed Sakshi.

The brownie fell plop back into its place after having spent a lot of time in limbo contemplating whether to go onward into the oesophagal tract of Vivek or stay put in the spoon.

“Anyways I got to go. I’m getting late. See you tomorrow Vivek. Been nice talking to you.”

Getting up, Sakshi picked up her stuff and walked out of the door.  And Vivek was left there dreaming about that sparkle in her eyes and that lovely smile. 

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She walked up to her desk early morning. She had a particular P1 ticket waiting for her for which her boss had called up late last night. A null pointer exception wreaking havoc in their client's code.

There was a small post it pasted on her display. A note from her boss?? May be.. some more development that had happened over the night.

She read it. Damn!! It was that dumb Romeo from the neighbouring team who had proposed to her friend last month. He was trying for her now.. what a loser!!! It read:

Look what you're doin' to me
I'm utterly at your whim
All of my defenses down
Your camera looks through me
With its X-ray vision
And all systems run aground
No way to control it
It's totally automatic
Whenever you're around
I'm walking blindfolded
Completely automatic
All of my systems are down
Down, down, down

So please accept this <3
Yours only
:)

She opened her mail client and typed out a mail to her Romeo:

Dear Romeo,

Thank you for your melodramatic mail but I would like to point out to you that you are using an abstract class which is emanating the stink of a polymorphed piece of code that you copy pasted on my display. I know of many such polymorphed objects have you instantiated in this office. So just try to be an encapsulated function and set show_yourself=FALSE so that I don't see your face and call the slap() or whack() methods on it.

You are a private class. So don't try to call yourself from my program because your constructor is so badly inherited that its chalu() method that it sets my IRRITATION=TRUE.

So gimme a break by hitting a CTRL + BREAK and stop trying to cast me into YOUR_OBJECT_OF_ATTRACTION as communication with this.object:: java.lang.NullPointerException

NOT_YOURS_AT_ALL

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