Vacancy for a Friend!

I know I make too many pointless confessions too often. But, here comes another one.
I am a pampered child and I am not oblivious of the fact. Anyone who thinks they can tell me that and break my heart, can start looking for something else to say. Because, this is something I am really proud of.
Well, this post isn't really about me being pampered. It is about the fact that people tend to build wrong impressions when they get to know this fact. And it is worse when its guys who think that pampered brats are easier to date because they are vulnerable and attention seeking freaks. Well, I would not want to comment on that. But, when it comes to me, here is an advice: don't even try.
I am not looking to be pampered, no. I am not looking for someone to open doors for me. I am not looking for someone to pay for my meals, either. All I am looking for is a friend. A friend I can hang out with. I have no intention of disturbing anyone at 4 in the morning. No, I am not looking for a best friend forever. Just somebody is can suit up to go to Juhu beach with me at 2 AM if I get a chance to jump off the walls of my hostel someday. Somebody, who is okay with twisting his ankles bungee jumping; even if he cannot fall head over heels in love. Somebody, who would take me to theater and promise not to snore when he sits by my side. Somebody, who can watch a crappy movie every weekend and sit and just talk if it sucks beyond expectations. Somebody, I can try all the new cuisines available in this new big city of Mumbai. Somebody, who can cater to all my stupid whims and caprices. I am looking for a friend here. Any candidates?

The Tyranny of the opposite Sex

I always fall for the wrong guys. The guys who are emotionally unavailable, the ones who analyze relationships to the point of irrationality, the ones who just want to flirt, the ones who are in love with somebody else, the ones who are in love with just themselves, the vain ones, the “treat-only-to your-eyes”, the plain dumb ones; I have liked each kind at one or the other point.

And I genuinely loved these people. Mother Teresa had once said, “If you judge people, you have no time to love them”. I admire the sheer beauty of these lines and believe in giving everybody a fair chance before I make opinions about them. I believe in giving people the benefit of doubt. When a guy tells me he cares about me, I believe him and I do not understand the truth until he demonstrates otherwise by forgetting everything that is dear to me including my birthday.

I believe all those tiny little hints he drops to let me know that he likes me, and just when I am about to fall head over heels for him, I find out that he has done that at least 10 times before. How am I supposed to believe him?

There was one who told me he loved me for about 100 consecutive nights and then failed to answer tiny questions like my favourite colour and if ate Chinese cuisine, embarrassing me in front of my friends.

I have had really hard luck when it comes to love. The opposite sex has been really unkind to me. Or rather, I have made some wrong decisions, in my drive to date only “the different” ones. Ab dekho different hi milta hai, humesha!

I take a vow today to never date again (Vows can obviously be broken in case of exceptional situations!;-)). The wisdom of my dating years suggests that there is nothing better than an arranged marriage. Not only does it come with a better chance of success, it will also have an element of surprise (or shock!). It may sound like a defeatist attitude but trust me; there is wisdom in letting go.

PS. Any resemblance to any person, dead or alive, is purely INTENTIONAL. If I happen to die before I find love, I vow to come back and haunt each one of these souls!