The Mysterious Girl

I wanted to write next article about Mathew, but he wanted me to edit most of the things so I decided that I would write about him later.

Before I start writing about mysterious girl (MG) some background information is necessary. I want to provide this information to my readers that I have a Girlfriend. Those who find it impossible to believe that a FUS( Fat, ugly and short) guy can have a girlfriend, for them its useless reading this blog.

I have a girlfriend for six years now and everything I do, I do it for her. For example I picked up this name Omkara on orkut. Actually whenever I ask my girlfriend whether she would marry me or not, she used to say “Pata nahi”, meaning I don’t know. So I told her that in case she decides not to marry me then I will kidnap her in typical omkara style and I will imprison her in my ancient haveli in my village. Then this name Rhett should also be very obvious to my readers. Next time whenever I meet my GF I will treat her the way Rhett treated scarlett O'hara in “Gone with the wind”. So the bottom line is I am as committed to my Gf as Osama is committed to terrorism.

She is a cool girl, takes everything sportingly. This T-shirt that I wear, with “you remind me of my next GF”, this was gifted to me by her on my last birthday.

I cant write much about my Gf as I have promised her that my first book would be about my love story.

So I was telling you about this MG. One Friday, when Omkara was released, I asked Deepak to accompany me to watch Omkara. He plainly declined, saying that he doesn’t like movies much. And Guys, I am such a big movie fan and I have made PVR so rich by watching so many movies in delhi that they could construct Spice world in Noida. In other words they have used my money.

So that Friday I went to Noida spice world, yes alone. Those who don’t know me let me enlighten them, I like watching movies alone and I have watched 99% movies alone only. I love being lonely.

That Friday night I could not watch Omkara as it was houseful. I came back to my hostel feeling as disappointed as Sachin feels after getting out on Zero. That night me, Mathew and Deepak drank Vodka. This Mathew Video thing happened that night only.

Next day I got up at 1:30 and while going for lunch I had decided that I was going for the Movie, 3:40 show. I was sitting at the so called dining table all alone. Then suddenly a very beautiful, elegant and graceful girl came in front of me. She was holding a plateful of Thali and searching for a place to sit. She said hi to me and sat in front of me. A girl saying hi to me was like Mussarraf getting nobel peace prize. I replied back in as decent manner as possible. But this song from the movie road, “Hi jo boli to babu ko bekabu kar gayi re”, was already playing in my mind.

So MG was accompanied by her roommate. Her roommate was also beautiful and sober. Her roommate was from IB and MG was from HR. Suddenly they started talking to me. Talking to a girl on lunch table is the most difficult thing in IMT. I had to concentrate on so delicious Food, had to evaluate how beautiful the girls were and at the same time I had to sustain the interest of the girl. And I am very poor in multi tasking.

MG was feeling very homesick and depressed too. What a common thing between me and her. Then we talked about Ghaziabad law and order situation, compared it with that of metros like delhi, Mumbai and kolkata. In the process she told me that Friday night she went to watch Omkara but couldn’t get the tickets.

For the first time I was enjoying my conversation with a girl in IMT. She sounded mature. Most of the time we talked about the movie Omkara, again the common thing was that both of us were big movie fans. She liked movies of Govinda and me of Rajnikant. The whole conversation was so interesting that I didn’t want to leave the table, so I kept on eating more and more missi rotis, and I was eating it very slowly, chewing It properly. After eating 12 missi roti I had to get up otherwise I would have soiled my pants there only.

After getting up I went to the wash basin, thinking and wishing that this conversation would have lasted longer. Before I could have kept track of my thoughts I was in front of her again and I said something which will embarrass me forever.

I said:
“I am going for the movie, if you want you can come along.”

Both MG and her room mate were stunned by this offer of mine. I mean they hardly knew me. Her roommate who was very nice to me till now (As she was from my home town), looked at me with those I-Know-U-the-deadliest-despo-of-Dynamic-city-of-Ghaziabad looks.

I was already regretting about my offer. I was expecting some harsh reply from MG. But through non-verbal communication she said: “What a silly boy you are”

She asked for my phone number and she said that she will give me a call if she decided to go for a movie. That’s the beauty of HR people, when they say No it sounds like almost-a-yes.

I knew she would not call. That call never came but let me tell you guys, FUS guys like me also have high hopes at times.

Finally at 3:40 I bought my ticket, and watched the movie. I thanked MG for not coming for the movie as movie had such awesome dialogues like Kood M*******, and songs like Bidi jalayle…I almost started dancing. I would not have enjoyed this movie with a girl.

Then after coming back from the movie I met Deepak, and I narrated the whole incident of me and MG to Deepak. Deepak looked at me the way we look at smashed earthworms. He said: “ What have you done, You are from IIT and you are not supposed to do such an act.

“Bas mistake ho gayi yaar, but don’t tell me what an IITian is supposed to do”

I mean, I am fed of being told what iitians are supposed to do and what they are not supposed to do. People tell me Iitians r not supposed to go to Indian potty, they are not supposed to eat with their hand. Are iitians not supposed to be themselves? Last thing that IIT would have taught us was how to behave in a social set up. I guess all It taught was to set examples and change the rules of the game so that others could follow.

So Deepak gave me the verdict that this MG would think that I was desperate.

“very soon every girl in IMT would stop talking to you thinking that you are despo. And what will happen if tomorrow you take an HR elective and she becomes your project partner?”

“I won’t ask for any project meeting and I would do all the project work all alone then.”
“What should I do to repair the damage”, I asked.

“Now don’t look at MG and don’t try to engage her in any conversation, may be slowly she will forget”, he said very thoughtfully.

In my entire life I was considered a nice harmless guy, so this new label of despo guy was making me anxious and nervous.

On Monday I spotted MG in acads block, as per plan I started looking away. But she said a big hi to me and straight away started asking: “how was the movie” I told her about the movie including kood wala dialogue and why I liked beedi wala song so much. She was pretending that she didn’t think of me as a despo guy. I was feeling relieved. I asked her if she had watched the movie. For ten seconds she couldn’t answer and then she said, “no I haven’t watched it and now I am not planning to watch it as it’s a very rusty movie”. Her eyes betrayed her. She was lying to me. I could read her mind. Did I tell you guys that I am a mind reader. I could not understand why she was lying to me. “May be it’s a convention to tell a lie to despo guys” I thought.

Then very slowly and gradually she stopped talking to me, through her non verbal communication it became evident that she had labeled me as a desperate guy.

Just before QTBD mid-sem I was feeling sleepy, lot of course had to be covered. A sudden idea came to my mind. “if she considers me a despo guy let me show her that I am despo”. I thought. After all we all become what society labels us. Ask any criminal he would tell you that. So on that QTBT night at 1:00am I sent an sms to her asking her to come for a cup of coffee. I am sure even if I would have asked any of the security guards, even he would have refused a coffee with a despo like me. I thought she would not reply. But she replied and bluntly told me,”look you don’t deserve a coffee with me”.

Instead of feeling sad at being turned down I felt happy with my new label…despo guy.

Since then I keep sending mails to her. No I don’t send those “please send it to ten million people or nothing will happen in your life” kind of forwards. I send personalized mails, yes long mails. She never replied and whenever we meet in mess or acads block both of us communicate only non verbally. She looks at me with disgust and I enjoy my new label.

I am reproducing one of my mails as it is. I am looking forward to my readers’ comments, but please don’t ask the name of the girl, I might be required to do some elective with her.

chhoti malkin,
aapko hum gareeb ne ek chhitti dali thi, uska jawab nahi diya aapne. Khair chaliye kauno baat nahi sayad aap kaam-kaaj mein mashgool rahi hongi...hum to khalihar(jobless) aadmi hain, is liye hamne socha ki aapko ek aur chhithi likh dein aur shukriya aada kar dein hum gareeb ko “Hi” bolne ke liye. aapka sevak
Budhi heen

As usual she never replied….but IMT I am loving it!!!!!!