28 Jul 2004
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The guy who was born with a mobile phone (with inbuilt camera + 10,000 name phone book memory + colour screen that changes with your mood..) in his mouth. Whose mommy took him around the neighbourhood, not in a pram, but in the latest 4 wheeler to hit the market at that point. And, like they say, childhood traumas have a habit of surfacing in your adult life every now and then. (More now than then, actually)
His day-span extends not from sunrise-sunset-sunrise, but from sleep-hangover-sleep. And between that, his memory supports no other memory of any other activity.
His vocabulary is all but 250 words wide, and this pinnacle was reached sometime in class 8. Then it was doomed to freeze at that figure for all eternity.
You can expect a call from him when there’s a party in town where all the ‘babes’ are expected to be. Of course, it is futile to tell him that babes stopped interesting you after that particularly embarrassing lesbian-crush incident in high school.
If your life is suddenly threatened one day when you discover the all-depressing maxim ‘change is the only constant’, this is the guy to call. With him around, it’s like time has stood still since the time you were a chubby schoolgirl who actually giggled at his so-called wisecracks.
He’ll all-too-willingly handhold you through stories of people you have left behind, jokes you left behind, “books” you left behind, and of course, haircuts (you thought) you left behind.
While you’re battling with the major decisions of life - like where you want to spend the next 5 years, and what you will do everyday to support Project Tiger, this guy provides a welcome relief when he shares his angst over not finding his favourite aftershave (when he went shopping for the 5th time that day) or the fact that he couldn’t attend the party because his newest favourite-est car wasn’t delivered on time from the showroom.
To put it graphically, he’s like Joey – minus the ‘ooh’ factor.
However, it is wise (and horribly materialistic) to keep him in your good books…he’s not a thrifty one with birthday presents ;-)
And therein ends the tale. For some particularly charming cajoling, I might even add the all-important tale-end.
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By sanyacid
28 Jul 2004, 8:38pm [ Reply ]
lololol i once knew a chubby schoolgirl just like the one u mentioned :)
as for the guy - i think i partied thru all of my school bcos of him and his ilk. he had the cars. i had the ideas. we made thingz happen. for that i miss him :(
By nishant
28 Jul 2004, 8:42pm [ Reply ]
such a person doesnt exist..i tell you ...one eyed alien friend exists...but not this... :-D
By nishant
28 Jul 2004, 8:44pm [ Reply ]
BTW...define 'charming cajoling' ...we want to know the tell tale ending
By aloque
29 Jul 2004, 12:39am [ Reply ]
think you forgot to say that he hits puberty when most other guys are hitting second class.
By adi
29 Jul 2004, 9:59pm [ Reply ]
an ode to a mystery man/dude ... kewl ... ode's are in fashion nowadays
By krits
30 Jul 2004, 9:51am [ Reply ]
wouldn't exactly say ode...more like a satire ;-)
By adi
4 Aug 2004, 2:57am [ Reply ]
ode... satire ... same difference :-)
how've u been?
By doesitmatter
8 Aug 2004, 12:05pm [ Reply ]
lost in thought, plagued by question, sdtaring out into nothingness.... in btw slotting men into 7 categories, have fun