Lets try Love... again !!!

It was silence screaming.

For god sake, she was making the bed and arranging the pillows. It felt as if after asking me the final question of KBC for a Crore “Why two lovers will sleep separately?”, Amitabh Bachchan is going to sleep.

“But”… I asked like a butt.

“Go to sleep” the last blow, she covered her face and turned to the other side.

“I think you just said…”

“waww waww” came something from inside…

“What?”

Removing her blanket in anger she roared “I know what I said and I remember it very clearly”

“Now what is your problem you loser”

You loser sounded familiar. A word that was the only thing common in all my relationships other than "Fuck You", "you Asshole" and "I don’t want to be with you".

Coming back to the conversation…

“What is wrong if I said that?”

“Is it too bad for you to act as my lover?”

“Do you have any problem if people will stare at us and say that this lucky asshole has some meat in his mouth”.

“Is there any problem if Sonam will be jealous of me for having a mature boyfriend who I’ll be humping every night and who she thinks looks like Hritik from left”?

“Will you be upset on the fact that sonam’s boyfriend will think that we have a hell lot of fun inside this locked door”?

“Do you think it will be too much for you to act as my lover so that I can face the world at 28 with my virginity”?

She sobbed on the last one.

No more doubts for now. But this was the latest chapter of my life.

I thought to myself - this Life screws us all…

Here in front of me stands this girl who was a lady Einstein from grade I till she read books. She topped all exams and even teachers used to clear their doubts when she started. I used to think during my loneliness sessions of self-relaxations that ever in her life she thought about S-E-X. “No” was the truth, but “Yes” was the reality. The Society and the Pressure of being in it made her think of her loneliness in this world.

“You need to show-off, that’s what they want”…

I was back to the Powai Lake with these words of her.

“Otherwise they will discuss it over all the weekend sessions; friends will give advices on mingling and playing it smooth”

I was listening like a kid to the grand ma’s story only with a change that my grand ma never talked about sex with me.

“I am happy as a 28 yr old who hasn’t tried even a single position of that book of the losers that teach fucking as an Art”

You guessed it right; Kamasutra was the book she was referring to.

“When you Fuck, you just Fuck with the only motive of Fucking with sooner or later realizing that what you are doing is just Fucking.”

And that was what the two VIRGINS were discussing at midnight of a stormy night in their lives.

“Do you think it is necessary?”

Well now that was the only embarrassment left.

“Well if you say so?”

“Do you feel any difference each time you bed your girl?”

I gulped “Lets Sleep”

“No you tell me…”

“I am A VIRGIN… too” I shouted… inside my fucking brains

“Can I have some water” changed the topic

“No, you cannot”

“And that fucking whore tells me to feel what you do and then your man will be yours, who herself is sleeping beside a 5 foot nothing who starts snoring in between their so called steamy sessions”

Now I needed water really…

But that made me realize that Sonam’s Boyfriend was really 5 feet. They together look like that the other 6 Dwarfs of snow white have gone fishing. He has a pathetic hairstyle like a pomerian dog.

Coming back to the Conversation

“They are fake as any modern Romeo and Juliet. Now we find Love over an Orkut Scrap or a Yahoo Chat Room.”

“Would you like to sleep outside on the sofa”

Not now, after this eye opening conversation.

Before I was able to say…“But, if you were in a relationship, would you sleep outside on a sofa with your Girl inside and still claim you are lovers in front of this world of snakes and vultures who judge you on the basis of your Jockey that pops out when you bend and not your Armani that you wear to hide your inner self”

That reminded me of a conclusion I once reached after my break up. Every time we start a relationship without thinking about its life span. Every second is wasted on starting a relationship because we “like” someone and when its started, efforts goes on dragging it because we realize we just “like” someone. Till the very end, which by the way, is not that far, we just believe this “Like” is what we call “Love”.

One of my friends always asks me to find a girl for him to love and I always recite this for him…

“Love is not as artificial as a Fountain which will grab your attention and sprinkle a few drops at every beautiful street corner; it’s like Rain, which will wet you heavily at the most unexpected corner in your Life.”

but remember thunder and light comes along with Rain and Love...

“Number of Orgasms makes your Love Authentic, not the Number of Gifts in this modern game of Love lost Lust.”

… I managed to not skip my heartbeat.

“That’s what we girls are supposed to do if we need to have our man stick to us”

Up goes the cover and she turned on the other side.

“Is there some water in the fridge?”

What is her Story?

What is going on between Sonam and her Boyfriend?

Am I not the only loser in this world?

I am hungry for more, are you?

Watch closely for the next Chapter