Dreams come true.

29 Jun

One fair day, you finally decide to send a SMS, to one girl whose number you have by hearted, the girl whose SMS you wait for, which by some metaphysical reasons never arrives in your inbox. You dont want to curse that girl,even after all the unintended pain she has caused you to suffer, you are faithful, you want her to smile, or be emotional or few other lovely feelings by the virtue of that single SMS which you want to send.

Clouds outside, are rumbling, making noise as if they are hungry, or maybe like they have more in their stomach then they can digest and they want to pour it out in either of the cases. But it is immaterial to you, as you are focused on just one thing, finding that perfect SMS for her. Your testosterone levels are high and immediate cure to calm your masculine nerves is sending that sms, its love, thats what you think it as.

You are into your inbox, looking at the SMSs you already have. You dont trust yourself, your abilities to write an intelligent and indigenous sms, all by yourself. You want something tried and tested, something which you think will work and achieve to drag out all the emotions which your yearn for from her. All your hopes are now fiddling in the inbox. Mostly filled with service SMS, your inbox now seems like a morgue.

Still you look on, with patience, in a very long list of more than 800 SMSs. You see a sms by your friend a close one…

It talks about SEX. (Oh! subconsciously you admire the pun, intended and even the non intended one, but then all of your fun vanishes… you want to remain as a psychological virgin and save your already charred moral fabric. You delete this sms.)

You move to next, again by a close friend of yours, a SMS which talks about the turbulence caused by recently finished examinations. (You can not send these examination messages, you didnt bothered to talk to her in ages, now after eons your message reaches to her with the underlying panicking connotations. You dont want hurt on wrong spot, never.)

Here among all those service SMS and other non inspiring SMSs you find a funny one, a joke which made you laugh, a joke which isnt a joke, but a blatant reality, and thats why you proabably laughed for the first time. And now you think that this wont cut the cake…grief sticken…you move to next SMS.

Here they are…Racist SMS…about Sardars…self doubt creeps in, what if she is in love with a Sardar, this may hurt her, but hey, if she is in love with a Sardar then why are you sending her SMS anyway. But then that Sardar will not be sending her a sardar joke…but hey, what if they have breakup…you are confused and decide against sending that sardar joke, thinking that she is against racism, and she may laugh at this joke but wont appreciate it.

Then there are nationalistic SMSs, evoking national pride…

There are romantic SMSs which were sent to you by other friends of yours who are boys and at first they seemed like gay messages, and then you think that if you send such a sms, then she might think that you are getting these SMSs from some other girl. Kaboom, you can not send such SMSs.

You are confused…you leave your inbox. You decide on composing a SMS…

You write…

Hi, hows life…

You are about to hit send button…

Your mobile rings…

Its her…

Here its her voice…

“Hi” she says…then your name…

You are excited…you reply with high verve…

She then says…

“Can I get @#$@# number…”

He is your friend…she wants his number…?

You give it…she says “Bye”

Well dreams come true…but they might not be yours…

One Response to “Dreams come true.”

  1. Vishakha February 8, 2010 at 9:42 am #

    hey this was too good to read…Experience speaks i guess..am i right?

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