The story begins with a boy a girl in the hinterlands of the Ganges plain, leagues away from the bank of Ganga. It was a Sunday morning and an inception for the two month summer holidays. The sun was lashing out at the earth with soaring heat even at 9 O clock in the morning, mere thinking about going out of my icy cold room chilled with continuous running of Air Conditioner (special mention as it was a newly bought one) used to gave me jitters. Even getting up from the bed seemed like an onerous task and going out was like going out for a voyage for years and no hope for returning back. The heat was killing their wasn’t a chance to beat it, and a chance for a little eye massage or view of the pervasive feminine beauty, beating the heat didn’t seem possible and the entire Sunday morning restricted to that 4x3 room with an obsolete computer upon which when my eyes stroked, a stroke of good luck flashed onto my eyes, it was the sudden enlightenment of the bulb, indirectly, lights that went off 4 hrs ago came back.
The computer started with a buzzing sound and all eyes on the modem, no matter even if this archaic computer works if it does not has the modem working (what else do we need on the computers besides internet connection? nothing) as the 4th light twinkled, my face gave the modem a vanity look and the other second switched on to find Mozilla on the desktop, rest I don’t remember the way my hands behaved as if it was an involuntary action which inadvertently led me to some got damn social networking site Orkut where I even had an already created account showing several new scraps and I still being unaware of its existence (hehe! just kidding).
On my home page I saw a new friend request, on investigation it was revealed to be of a girl Inir an d old school mate whom I didn’t remembered as usual, an embarrassing fact, however more embarrassing was her friend request to me (unlike other boys who long for adding girls, I hate adding girls to my profile. privacy issues, u see) and getting a girl on Orkut its not just me, cause I feel those cannot do it face to face, do it behind a computer by staring at gloomy (poorly lit) profile pictures and speculating the way he she would look in real life or when they encounter each other in reality and then indirectly rating them according to some god darn ridiculous grading system of their cheeky and intricate dirt of their mind.
Still on adding her, I found her online, due to courtesy I sent her a “hi” to which a more humble reply flashed “hi” “what’s up?”, I replied humorously and coherently “a ceiling fan” to which she said as if laughing “heheh” “lol” (laughing out loud)next few minutes were engaged in that ‘ASL’ stereotype talks and nothing of interest was their to hold on firmly to and the things ended by willingly acting contumacious and typing the homicidal lines of the internet “ hey I gota go mom’s calling “, for a girl and the homicidal lines said by a boy usually is “man I gota take bath” or the one I use usually and vanish for hours “man somebody’s on door, bells ringin c u after sometime “ but there is an eclectic one furnished by one of my friend, it makes me laugh a lot, here it goes
“man my girlfriend’s calling me on bed,
I cant keep her waiting for too long,
by
cu after I jerk off in the interim“
we all know we don’t just get vanish like that always its just we don’t want to talk any more with that person and invariably go to the invisible mode.
TO BE CONTINUED … STAY TUNED HEHE !
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