She is getting married today, and has invited me to her marriage. I doubt I am going to make through. Probably I will spend the evening in some bar, thinking of the old times, dreaming about a future which existed within me and had taken birth for both of us. Life has never been best to us. It has been a mixture of happenings and non-happenings.
I am already 4 pegs down. I wish to cry but the odd ego which we males carry along with us is stopping me to do that. Memories and dreams are flashing before my eyes.
"I think I should have proposed her."
"She was always sighted with that other guy, who bore resemblance to a Pakistani. Even he had it for her."
"She never liked him. Didn't you observe the way she treated him..."
and the talks went on and on.
After another two pegs, the pain inside me became unbearable. I wished the clammy agony within me to be siphoned to someone else. I wanted to call her, message her, or storm into her house to tell her how I felt.
However, once again the good self, the decent gentleman meddled. This decent gentleman that resides inside us is the worst selfless human being I ever came across. It only meddles when the girl of your dream is involved, and it never comes out to your support. It always opposes the thing you want to do most.
"What would she think? How embarrassed will she be by the incident?"
The decent gentleman made me drop the Romeo alike stunt I was planning to do.
I don't know how the day ended, how I reached back home, who dropped me and the biggest question who paid. about one thing I am sure, I was in no condition to wash utensils or serve as a waiter that night to repay.
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2 comments:
LOL, He did look like a terrifying terrorist sometimes, even Achmed would win a contest against him, with his flesh wound. :P
Darn you could think with 4 pegs down the throat? That's caliber.
Keep going, I am listening. But then, you are spoiling the prospects of a good hardcover publishing by writing it out here.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
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