HIT THE ROAD, JACK!!!

06-07-08

BEEP…

“WOW!!! Iam so flattered *blush*blush* Iam a super detached soul to feel things but I think you are totally adorable too!!! I wish you find your special someone and travel with him to the most exotic cities around the world. Keep me synched with the good things in your life (and maybe the bad ones) and help see the cute couple through marriage. Adieu!!!”

Urghsss!!! I have never been this embarrassed in my life... And that too in the form of an SMS which is the silliest form of solid documentation. I have read and reread it. And it has broken all records of the highest number of forwards done from my mobile. My close friends who are around 4-5, especially when it comes to the matters of heart, have read and reread it and have sent censored parts of the message to their friends to get a better perspective of the situation. Because the fact remains that everytime I read it, a whole new dimension of thought process captures my imagination

I hate A (the cute couple refers to A and her boyfriend), I should never have forwarded her that message. She thinks it was very cute of him to handle such a sensitive issue with so much care and she was praising him for his brilliant act of steering the subject from me to the cute couple and ending the conversation with such grace

Blistering Barnacles!!! (tatz my favorite expression when am really angry) I cringe at the part where he says “I think you are totally adorable too…” It sounded like he was doing me a favor by acknowledging that Iam adorable. And he “THINKS” not even sure if am adorable. He can never imagine the sheer number of people who believe I am adorable. That includes my mother (she thinks I have Bip’s eyes even though I am dark skinned with frizzy hair. She doesn’t think its cool to be dark-skinned), my younger sister (20 years back she used to copy everything I did which she vehemently disagrees to and is ready to kill me to prove the point), my father (when he laments on how his adorable little darling has grown up into a freak who he hardly recognizes) and so many more

And to add injury to insult, he has even wished me that I find my special someone soon. S is right, she reminded me of her initial observations of him. He is bald and could be gay. Only gays use the *blush*blush* part in an SMS. Hmmm…interesting…I need to do my research on this aspect and maybe even blog about it….

But :( :( :( the ostensible truth of their theories was unsaid and painful. The first time I professed my innocent (debatable adjective) love for a boy, I was rejected through an SMS. Heights of tragedy!!! But there is nothing a double scoop of chocolate ice-cream can’t heal. We declared 06-07-08 a mourning day of the highest importance in the group while we were having one. I made a mental note that R paid the bill this time. He pays it everytime tragedy strikes me. Maybe A is right, he does seem to have a soft corner for me *blush*blush*

Psst: This is a figment of imagination, an attempt at flash fiction, any coincidences to the life of any of my friends or myself is purely coincidental