Shootout of Suitor...

" You are just one of my good friends" I was least expecting this turn to my much awaited proposal to her. These sugarcoated words sounded like the bitter pill that I had to gulp once again. I was in catatonic trance wondering how many times in the past also every other girls had saved it so diligently for me. These words had the clinical precision to quench my thirst to find a sweet honey for me. Unfortunately, They only had a psychedelic effect at least for a couple of weeks before I inveterately started again to fool around with some pretty young things. With so many colours flashing in my face, she still was not over with her didaction," See! you are a popcorn stuff. Neone would like to pass time with you. But, Sweet-candies are made up of different stuff." That analogy was incomprehensible for me and i was staring at her with utmost dumbness. She also understood my situation. This time, her tone was a little sympathetic," Believe me, it does not mean.. You are loser. You still can make it but with some other girl. You need to repackage yourself a great deal." Now, things were going into totally different territory but I felt a faint sense of hope in it. I only nodded a bit, a big frog was itching in my throat leaving me speechless. Though mind has starting following her every word. “ U look so Raw and unCOOL. Metal frame of your specs has gone rusty for so long and even your sense of dressing has got all the downtown taste. Boyfriends are made up of sunglasses, dandy T-Shirts, stone washed Jeans and overpriced branded shoes. And don’t forget the glitzy bike for a long drive after having dinner at some Italian Restaurant in the evening.” She stopped for a moment to take a long breath and then dropped the last bombshell, “ Mind you! This all comes with a price.”

There was eerie silence in the empty classroom. Our ‘important’ discussion has ended for which I had stopped her during the recess before going for Lunch. She had already reached the doorway of the Classroom. “Where am I amid this all Boyfriend Crap?”, I shouted at her. “You are still one of my good friends.” Reply came from her before she disappeared. Lot of grass has been mown at Lawn since then. And, that rusty metallic frame is still hanging from the bridges of my nose and I am trying hard to get for myself those Boyfriend Craps. Least to mention that I am continued to get popcorned by the PYTs