Hmmm... the traumatized soul is back for good, guys...
Since I wrote the last post (dated 30th January, a date that hold vital importance in my life), a lot of things have changed except for the soul and the trauma. But all that is passe now, and the blog is just about the daily ramblings anyway, so lets continue with that.
I have been friends with a lot of girls in my life. Many of them told me that any girl would be lucky to have me (in my defense, I always managed to prove them wrong.). But they could never explain why I haven't hooked up yet. Thanks to Kyle XY and another series (I just can't seen to remember the name as of now), I now have the answer.
To elucidate, lets take this dialog between Steven Tregar and his son Josh Tregar, just before Josh is about to leave for his entry in the great life-long game of dating (ergo his first date).
Steven: So, excited, huh? I remember my first time.
Josh: Dad! Gross!!!
Steven: I meant my first date, Josh. (Exchange of glances) It was with Flora McDonell, the girl with daisy dukes and tulip smell.
Josh: Despite further mental images that I will have to purge, tell me- how'd it go?
Steven: Well, inconsequential. Nothing happened of it.
Josh: Why?
Steven: There was.. there was no tap. (Pauses) But when I first went out with your mom I...
Josh: (Interrupting) Whoa! Define tap first!!!
Steven: The feet!
Josh: Oh!!!
Steven: When I first took your mom out, there was this excitement, and my feet just could not stop tapping!!! This made me knew she was it.
Yes, yes. I shall wait while the girls get done with their 'Awwwwwwww's and "How sweet"s, and the guys finish saying things like "This Traumatized soul is a real wuss" and other such stuff.
Yes, I understand that it is indeed a very sweet way to explain this. But as soon as I start tapping, I realise that whole my body is moving. The flab sure is a pain in the hook-up. The guys who know me know that I have 12 sides. Tapping is not my game. No can't do Omigo!!!
There was another series that connected the feelings inside us to the colours we start using in our paintings. Painting is another form of art that I suck at, though paints is something I used to love. Now a days, I am developing paints. Not so much fun anymore.
Same shortcomings are apparent in an otherwise Godly guy called S.V., whom we all know so well. But these days, something seems to be up with him. The chain of developments keep me assured that he will develop the balls to ask a girl out someday, will get married, have kids and have good life, contrary to my case.
Just so you know, both of us have a deal so that our kids don't have to face this problem. We will hook them up in their childhood. Atleast that's what the plan is. But with his superior gene pool and his ever-increasing tendency to ditch me, I guess he is gonna blow this one too. So I am coming up with a written contract. Will get it signed in his blood :P
The rest of the day has been pretty usual, except for a fully grown girl sitting in my room cuz the lunch tiffin was late, and crying "Mujhe roti khaani hai!!!", and continuing to howl till i actually ordered stuff for her. A good company is worth a million Bucks... and I guess Murphy will never leave me alone :(
Chalo... kal milte hain. Not a good post, I know, but you have to start somewhere. Restart somewhere, in my case.
Since I wrote the last post (dated 30th January, a date that hold vital importance in my life), a lot of things have changed except for the soul and the trauma. But all that is passe now, and the blog is just about the daily ramblings anyway, so lets continue with that.
I have been friends with a lot of girls in my life. Many of them told me that any girl would be lucky to have me (in my defense, I always managed to prove them wrong.). But they could never explain why I haven't hooked up yet. Thanks to Kyle XY and another series (I just can't seen to remember the name as of now), I now have the answer.
To elucidate, lets take this dialog between Steven Tregar and his son Josh Tregar, just before Josh is about to leave for his entry in the great life-long game of dating (ergo his first date).
Steven: So, excited, huh? I remember my first time.
Josh: Dad! Gross!!!
Steven: I meant my first date, Josh. (Exchange of glances) It was with Flora McDonell, the girl with daisy dukes and tulip smell.
Josh: Despite further mental images that I will have to purge, tell me- how'd it go?
Steven: Well, inconsequential. Nothing happened of it.
Josh: Why?
Steven: There was.. there was no tap. (Pauses) But when I first went out with your mom I...
Josh: (Interrupting) Whoa! Define tap first!!!
Steven: The feet!
Josh: Oh!!!
Steven: When I first took your mom out, there was this excitement, and my feet just could not stop tapping!!! This made me knew she was it.
Yes, yes. I shall wait while the girls get done with their 'Awwwwwwww's and "How sweet"s, and the guys finish saying things like "This Traumatized soul is a real wuss" and other such stuff.
Yes, I understand that it is indeed a very sweet way to explain this. But as soon as I start tapping, I realise that whole my body is moving. The flab sure is a pain in the hook-up. The guys who know me know that I have 12 sides. Tapping is not my game. No can't do Omigo!!!
There was another series that connected the feelings inside us to the colours we start using in our paintings. Painting is another form of art that I suck at, though paints is something I used to love. Now a days, I am developing paints. Not so much fun anymore.
Same shortcomings are apparent in an otherwise Godly guy called S.V., whom we all know so well. But these days, something seems to be up with him. The chain of developments keep me assured that he will develop the balls to ask a girl out someday, will get married, have kids and have good life, contrary to my case.
Just so you know, both of us have a deal so that our kids don't have to face this problem. We will hook them up in their childhood. Atleast that's what the plan is. But with his superior gene pool and his ever-increasing tendency to ditch me, I guess he is gonna blow this one too. So I am coming up with a written contract. Will get it signed in his blood :P
The rest of the day has been pretty usual, except for a fully grown girl sitting in my room cuz the lunch tiffin was late, and crying "Mujhe roti khaani hai!!!", and continuing to howl till i actually ordered stuff for her. A good company is worth a million Bucks... and I guess Murphy will never leave me alone :(
Chalo... kal milte hain. Not a good post, I know, but you have to start somewhere. Restart somewhere, in my case.
