One more DOWN!!

Strange are the ways of man..
Part of our life is spent in extolling our stance and next part on why we reneged on it and the next part on how its wise to tread a middle path and the last part is a tribute to that “I knew it was coming‘ look written largely on our nose ..
Since the virtues of the last part comes in contrast to life’s unceasing ability to amaze us ,I wish to remain oblivious of that sphere. Besides it brings with it unsolicited membership to an age domain that in todays time is as distasteful as Sabaro’s pizza...


When great men have tried to chronicle the gifts of youth ,one thing they all hailed unanimously was the first brush of silly romance kicking logic-ass and meticulous ass-ement.
It’s the time when feelings fly high and relations are composed in serenading symphony ,and not in din of everyday compulsions. And no , these are not just the tales of friendships and camaraderie.
It’s also the time of keeping some girl’s encircled face in the school group photograph beneath the pillow and loitering aimlessly by her house for hours.
It’s the point when hair get raped by comb in several position and shirt’s sleeves get rolled by few millimeters to get that perfect “look”.
It was again the competition of jumping over one another and running around to let the little lady know what frolic what fun what game we were....
Then came the first kiss of adolescence and apart from stubble and scooters, we tuned into funda thing..
I think ,in my view, I believe, according to me...
ohhh few apparently greater evolved guys with their claim to evolution being proficiency in munching organic compounds nomenclature and laws of motion ,poo-poohed the concept of love and its supplement.
Later these opinions turned into beliefs..
Beliefs to attitude..
Attitude to values..
And extolling this belief of all this love- thing being a carefully crafted cajolery to entrap emotional fools was a dear friend of mine . Now ,I am no Romeo and don’t write lyrics for Agam Kumar Nigam’s Judai album ,but I have seen so many brave soldiers going weak in their knees that this overstatements about futility of romantic liaisons bores me. And there was he, most of his breast beating was to how idiots keep falling in and out of love and how he was not making either of the movements. A better part of his GTalk status msg were tribute to fuck-love quotes and he could effortlessly recite the rock tracks of gravest frustrating undertones..

Champion of one –night stands and guru of exotic sutras ,his only fear seemed to be the Commitment word...apparently..
Now before we rush to zero into the prospects of a troubled childhood as the root cause , I say no..
Was it heartburn at early age...no
Was it overdose of Sci-Fi ..no again
Now when last weekend this gladiator of lovelorn bachelors broke me “the most sensational news “ of the time 8:03:23:?? ,16 feb 2009 ,I was( surprise- surprise) not shocked..
"Natalie Portman is now my girlfriend"
May be these words in some other realm ,in some other context ,to some other man not have mattered much, but when you forge a relationship with chain of so long a time you view it as landmark in your own calendar..
The lady in question was my junior in school and she was a diva in our collective fancy..and so the link-up does evoked memories of an enviable trophy ..cheer up buddy ..you deserve a grin on this..
Those days our tryst with lady remained to the likes of zooming past her bus and stealing a sight while standing on library corridor..we were like those dogs who ran after cars not knowing what for...and then again as they say finally one of those dogs had his day...
And the car is no ordinary one...
If by some divine grace girls could get clustered along the labels of Sedans, Hatchbacks and Limousines ( SUV I deliberately omitted ,they are too pretty for it ) Natalie would be in Ferrari forum..
Ending months of what was courtship period for her and “just timepass “ fling for my friend ,they are now officially GF-BF(officially ..WTF!!)

I wish them all the happiness and hilarious moments that this moony phase promises..
And my thoughts as I wind up this column..
“many a men who denounced love as a useless war ended up bagging the highest gallantry award”
How true..
PS: names of the victims has been changed to protect privacy..As if it was necessary :P
BTW name of my friend is the synonym of Love in Hindi..poetic justice anyone :D