Oh! We boys - how pathetic these girls make our lives! They are adorable, dominating and compelling stimuli to which we are nothing more than a feeble, weak and subservient response. :) Dudes, they drive our lives – from kindergarten to school, from school to college, from college to office – yes, everywhere I guess; and we found ourselves so mindlessly cajoled by them. We are tiny tennis balls on the TT tables and they are the stroking rackets who keep on playing shots on us and we just keep hopping from one side of court to the other.
Hey, what you gonna say about this - Comes the exam day and our mind is so full of formulae and equations. Then, comes a girl, dressed in an eye candy attire, our brains loose control over our very own eyes, she comes and sits just in front of us, or may be two seats ahead, in any case, such small distances no longer remain a potential barrier to the wild yet so beautiful and irresistible fantasies we, by the time, are already lost in. She sits, crosses her legs, makes herself comfortable and we get the most uncontrollable palpitations. The examiner hands over the question papers to us – but we see nothing but her smiling face on the papers. Alpha, Beta and Gamma get so f*g mixed up in our all memorized equations that we feel as if we have been hit by an intangible yet so devastating turbulence. She is jotting down her answers on the scripts while we are jotting down her caricature on our minds. She raises her hands to clarify an ambiguity in the paper and we get amazing Goosebumps. She queries the examiner, “Enshuldigung! … … …” Oh f*! We don’t listen to a word after that very first one – Yes, so captivated and charmed by her voice we poor fellas are – We hear festive bells ringing in our ears. Then eventually the warning bell signaling the last few remaining minutes of the exam rings and wrecks our dreamy castles. The blank answer sheet in front of us pleads to be scribbled with at least a few words – Shocked, we spent the last few minutes of the exam in scribbling some rambling thoughts on the paper – Who remembers the equations now - They are gone as if they never ever existed in our memories - huh! our complete memory system has been rebooted… … … and that was only an exam scene.
She affects our community so bad. Most of us wander around trying to buy ourselves a cool date. We boys are artful, aren’t we? Some of us, do succeed in this pursuit. Oh! And then we are so nervous on the date eve – trying to make sure everything goes well on the D – day. We have huge list to double check to avoid any last minute disappointments. And then the day arrives. The signboard at the café reads – “A lot can happen over a coffee.” We feel so confident that we are oblivious of the fact this pleasant feeling is so short-lived. Guess - why? ‘coz soon we are put in a situation where we can’t resist the feeling of touching her lips and moistening them with ours. Here, we got ourselves divided into two zones X and Y. Those of us who belong to X zone, well, we take move on our amorous advances and just kiss her!! What next – A sound – SLAPPP! "What do ya think of yourself boy? Do you think I am that indecent?” She is gone the next moment, our date is gone, and certainly, Dad’s hard earned money has been lavishly wasted on her. The Y zone of us is a bit cautious – we think, “Not Yet! First date is not the right time to Kiss.” Eventually, we end up listening – “Bye! I had a nice time with you, but I guess, can’t see boring, unromantic guys like ya anymore. And then am straight as well. Are you sure of yourself?” We are so startled to even think what to say – when she screams – “ Go away. I ain’t gay.” With this, the Y zone of us had a bonus loss to account for :) – we loose our character and dignity as well. Some serious ones of our Y zone ones might even take the words too seriously and start giving some real gravity filled thoughts over their s*x-l priorties. Phew! The date adversely affects the remaining calendar dates of our lives, and haunts us like an evil nightmare.
Hey, what you gonna say about this - Comes the exam day and our mind is so full of formulae and equations. Then, comes a girl, dressed in an eye candy attire, our brains loose control over our very own eyes, she comes and sits just in front of us, or may be two seats ahead, in any case, such small distances no longer remain a potential barrier to the wild yet so beautiful and irresistible fantasies we, by the time, are already lost in. She sits, crosses her legs, makes herself comfortable and we get the most uncontrollable palpitations. The examiner hands over the question papers to us – but we see nothing but her smiling face on the papers. Alpha, Beta and Gamma get so f*g mixed up in our all memorized equations that we feel as if we have been hit by an intangible yet so devastating turbulence. She is jotting down her answers on the scripts while we are jotting down her caricature on our minds. She raises her hands to clarify an ambiguity in the paper and we get amazing Goosebumps. She queries the examiner, “Enshuldigung! … … …” Oh f*! We don’t listen to a word after that very first one – Yes, so captivated and charmed by her voice we poor fellas are – We hear festive bells ringing in our ears. Then eventually the warning bell signaling the last few remaining minutes of the exam rings and wrecks our dreamy castles. The blank answer sheet in front of us pleads to be scribbled with at least a few words – Shocked, we spent the last few minutes of the exam in scribbling some rambling thoughts on the paper – Who remembers the equations now - They are gone as if they never ever existed in our memories - huh! our complete memory system has been rebooted… … … and that was only an exam scene.
She affects our community so bad. Most of us wander around trying to buy ourselves a cool date. We boys are artful, aren’t we? Some of us, do succeed in this pursuit. Oh! And then we are so nervous on the date eve – trying to make sure everything goes well on the D – day. We have huge list to double check to avoid any last minute disappointments. And then the day arrives. The signboard at the café reads – “A lot can happen over a coffee.” We feel so confident that we are oblivious of the fact this pleasant feeling is so short-lived. Guess - why? ‘coz soon we are put in a situation where we can’t resist the feeling of touching her lips and moistening them with ours. Here, we got ourselves divided into two zones X and Y. Those of us who belong to X zone, well, we take move on our amorous advances and just kiss her!! What next – A sound – SLAPPP! "What do ya think of yourself boy? Do you think I am that indecent?” She is gone the next moment, our date is gone, and certainly, Dad’s hard earned money has been lavishly wasted on her. The Y zone of us is a bit cautious – we think, “Not Yet! First date is not the right time to Kiss.” Eventually, we end up listening – “Bye! I had a nice time with you, but I guess, can’t see boring, unromantic guys like ya anymore. And then am straight as well. Are you sure of yourself?” We are so startled to even think what to say – when she screams – “ Go away. I ain’t gay.” With this, the Y zone of us had a bonus loss to account for :) – we loose our character and dignity as well. Some serious ones of our Y zone ones might even take the words too seriously and start giving some real gravity filled thoughts over their s*x-l priorties. Phew! The date adversely affects the remaining calendar dates of our lives, and haunts us like an evil nightmare.
Why? May I ask why are we guys so helpless? We think of her every time. At breakfast, at lunch, at dinner, in our group chats, literally every time and every place – we completely re-schedule our day plan to see her and still she would say – “You are so boring and dull - typical routine type. No fun being with ye.” You don’t see her a day and she would say – “You are so nonchalant! I mean nothing to you. I am just another option in your life. You just dont' care a damn 'bout me.” Feel the punch - If we are well dressed, she says we are playboys, if we don’t, we are not good enough to be called boys. Dude, Oh, dude what an irony is this!



