Orkut….Pink…and Axe

I was in hurry, so decided to take the stairs instead of the lift. I had to move out of the Bangalore central as quickly as possible because somebody very special was coming to meet me outside the mall. I had to give some things to the person….

I received the message that he will take more than half and hour to reach B'lore Central....So, slowed down a bit...

Suddenly, I felt that something was making me crazy…could not control my senses…closed my eyes started feeling what it was…it was something which cannot be seen or felt by touching it…It was a fragrance so sweet that the sweetness cannot be described in the realm of twenty six letters…It was a weekday so the mall was almost empty … Coming back to the fragrance…I was following the fragrance with eyes closed…do not know how was I managing to walk without clashing with something…anyway, opened my eyes when felt that I am closest to the source of the fragrance...My God…She was as beautiful as (choro jaane do)…

I asked, “Hey, what perfume are you wearing?”

She turned around…well, I saw her profile first…So, I can say how beautiful she was… She was perplexed for a moment and then turned back…Perhaps she couldn’t realize that I was talking to her…

I asked again, “I am talking to you, what perfume you are wearing today?”

She smiled and replied: Pink.

Do you know any such thing which can attract the attention of the girls like your perfume did with me?

Yes…Axe…She replied.

Me: Can you do me a favour?

She replied, “What favor…we don’t know each other and you are asking for a favour...”

Me: Myself Utkarsha…and I know that you won’t tell me your name…so I will call you, Pinky…is it ok?

Pinky: Yes…absolutely fine…So, what favour do you want from me?

Me: Actually, I came here to meet someone and it will take more than half an hour for him to reach here. I was getting bored. But your perfume really helped me to come out of the boredom. So, I want to treat you with a cup of coffee…Just a few steps away from here…

Pinky: ok…

Me: Do you know why I asked for coffee…ok….I’ll tell you…Actually, somebody told me that ”Anything can happen over a cup of coffee…”…

Pinky: Yes…Somebody told me also...

Me: Hmm… let’s explore ‘anything’…

Me: So… Pinky…what do you do?

Pinky: hey…don’t call me pinky…my name is Anumeha….and I really like my name…I am studying medicine…

Me: So, you are a doctor…

Anumeha: Not now…but will be a doctor in the next few years…what about you..?

Me: I am a software engineer…

Anumeha: my friends always say that the software job is not happening…

Me: It’s happening…depends upon how one thinks about what he does…

We ordered the coffee…

Me: Are you on Orkut?

Anumeha: No…but, one of my friends told me that it is a fun website…where guys and girls upload their pictures and can keep in touch by writing messages to each other…but the bad thing is that the boys flood the female profile with unnecessary messages…

Me: Look...every boy wants to have a girl friend with the condition that the girl should be beautiful…Now, some guys are very shy and cannot even talk to the girls properly...But, they want to be friend of some one beautiful…How can they achieve this goal…?...They think that the orkut is a platform on which they can make a new friends…It is a human instinct and no one can help it…So, they keep messaging, visiting female profiles…may be one day they will be lucky….If you see the messages posted in the scrapbook, where we write messages and it is visible to all, of females with ‘presentable’ looks…you shall find hilarious messages e.g. “Hw hv u bin?.....”Wanna be frenz..?”…” “Friiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnnnnnddddddddddddddzzzzzzzzzzz”” …the boys know that the messages won’t help them…but they write it…because they have hope…I have read quite a few intellectual blogs written by girls with ‘presentable’ faces…the blogs is all about making fun of the boys who do not have command over the English language, who could not understand that it is absolutely useless to write this crap…poor guys…aren’t they?

Anumeha: But, they flood the scrapbooks of girls with the crap…they should understand that this is not going to help…in turn it makes a bad impression…

Me: They do not have the common sense to understand these things….or they are too immature to understand these things…

Anumeha: Hmmm…You are right…

By this time we had finished our coffee…Anumeha wanted to leave….and I had to meet someone special....So, we exchanged email ids and left…..