Monday, December 20, 2010

DJ Got Us Fallin' in Love Again

Yes, this Usher ft. Pitbull charts topping track is my topic to nail and no I haven’t purchased the copyrights to use this song (I am so brave hearted). Actually you’ll find the aroma of love under this post and Usher enhances the quality of my post.

Remember (not The TitansIshita? Yes, the one who gave me a life changing lesson. After analyzing what she did was wrong, she tried to make up with me. A flood of sorry SMS’es ruined my cute teddy wallpaper. I had to talk to her to stop this I-cannot-see-my-wallpaper torture. I messaged her to meet me at 7 in the evening outside the society. It was 7:40 pm and I was returning from a get together when I saw someone in my way. Green top and black jeans were heading towards me. Curiosity clinched me and I moved faster and so was the green top and black jeans. Milliseconds before the person encased within it could come into my visibility area, a name echoed in my empty head Ishita. Yes, indeed the green top and black jeans were Ishita. Girl was looking amazing like she always look but this time she was quite different, maybe the aura of night made her more pretty (yeah yeah, envy me). I totally forgot about her, damn my remembering skills. Expecting a shout pretty much fabricated with loud abuses, I prepared myself for the consequences.

Me – Hey there. How are you? Sorry to keep you waiting like this, I got caught up with some work.
Ishita – Not a problem, it’s fine. So are you free now?
Me (won’t she kill me?) – Yeah! So what’s the deal?

An apology with a puppy face came right into my face which indeed melt my heart. I retained my crush. I accepted her cutest sorry and we now were moving to our respective homes. In the middle of our ongoing conversation, she asked me “hey Mani would you like to go to Disc with her, RPM, Vasant Vihar?” Shocked me was standing in the middle of the road. She asked me for disc. Wow. What should I say? Should I go? Yes of course I should go. She tried to decipher my silence and replied in a low tone “Yes, I can understand. You’re a mumma’s boy. I’ll go by my own.” I laughed and said quickly "yes I would love to go (among several, another mistake which I still am repenting over)."

The Club Day

We landed Vasant Vihar just in time and the atmosphere totally took me off (still high). Once we were amidst the fancy lightings and groovy music I saw Ishita. Gosh! She in her black dress was quite a center of attraction in the crowd (she was stealing the charm, and I was under the awe). We danced frantically like there is no tomorrow.

Cause baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again
Yeah, baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again
So dance, dance, like it’s the last, last night of your life, life
Gonna get you right
Cause baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again

This time it was more than just a mere crush. I fantasized of us being together, long walks and blah blah blah….I noticed someone, someone dancing against Ishita. I furiously made my move. I was about to catch that swine with his neck and just before I was about to do this bravery she look around and jumped high above the ground and displayed her excitement after watching an anonymous dancing against her (3 feet’s, precisely). I thought she was calling the bouncer standing right in front of DJ. She tightly hugged Mr. Anonymous and sent me into some other dimension called What the Heck!! (Dragonballz effect). My restlessness increased with the amount of time they didn’t let air pass between them. When I was on my peak, she called my name and introduced me to this Anonymous.

Ishita – Rahul, this is Mani. Remember the one who taught me how to drive Activa. And Mani this is Rahul, my Boyfriend.
Rahul – Hey hi. Thank you for accompanying her. She couldn’t come alone. Feel free to take anything this is my party. So what would you like to have, beer, whiskey, vodka or rum?
Me (half dead) – Can I have a glass of milk with Bournvita? I mean a glass of water will do instead of these alcoholic drinks.
Rahul – Ha ha ha!! You seem to be a mumma’s boy. Enjoy mate. And thank you once again. Cheers!!

I deliberately slipped out of there and drive back to home. Ironically I wasn’t in a bad mood after this Emotional Attyachaar, I was happy since I got a well likable topic to update on my blog.

Me an oxymoron


  1. ROFL I thought this was a piece of fiction all along. Poor you! Don't lose heart though. :P

  2. LOL! wen i started it, it was something different but the end made me like..ohh poor guy! :P and the last part was hilarious, bournvita? haha...well written!


  3. Samadrita- Yay! I managed to make someone realize that this post is a fiction. Others are still consoling me.
    P.S I am enjoying their attention too. :P

    Sarah- I drink Bournvita. :P
    Thanks. :)

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  6. Blogging does this to you...everything and anything is inspiration for another post.

  7. Your sense of humor takes the cake!
    I need to lighten up and you made me do just that. Your attitude rocks!

    Did this really happen to you?

    Hope your love life is still good albeit with another one!

  8. Lioness Ah! Appreciation, thanks a lot. And did it happened- Um! I think sometimes things should be left as they are, secret. :-P

  9. :):) smiled after reading this one :)


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