Tiki

Lovely childhood memories surround around this girl. Playing around the backyard, fighting for guavas and pomegranates, running around those dirty lanes in my native village.

Tiki, my aunt's daughter - she was a lovely little kid when we used to play together and our parents and grandparents used to plan getting us married when we grew up...

I never had any idea what "Marriage" is but always thought of being with her, back in those days.

Carrying her around my shoulders, even I used to shout at the top of my voice "I will marry her".

Now, she is a lovely lady, doing her BE from "Burla College" and I haven't probably met her since past decade.

Now you might ask "You haven't met her since past decade and how do you know she is lovely?". Well, Hmm...I do keep track what she is doing and after all she is my aunt's daughter. You know childhood imaginations always stays like that in your imaginations...

Sweet Memoirs 0f mA LifE

Well, Well, Well, I know its being too late for people and too early for me to peek into mA life...

I promise I wont let you people down. So, here's the best part of my life...going live before you...

And for all those philosophers and astrologers and whosoever told that people may fall in love a maximum number of SEVEN times in one life...

So the girls in mA life include:

Tiki - Childhood Imaginations.

Rama - Adolescence essence.

Debabala Senapati - The girl I cried for the first time.

The Unnamed girl in the train - While travelling from Bhubaneswar to Tata for Scout Exam.

Sarita - College life - No Proposing - No Love.

Janet Elayne Forward - The girl whose memories I still cherish.

Rozalin Pattnaik - Proposing on the last day of Engineering did'nt make any sense.

Nivedita Pradhan - Confused whether I was really in love with.

Anita Thomas - While travelling from Bangalore to Bhubaneswar in Prashanti Express with Bismaya, after failing in MBA entrance Exam.

Swapna - One year, together, and we never proposed each other.

Marina Valerina D'Souza - The girl who taught me what's exactly Love is and for whom I still cry for sometimes . Taught me everything what I needed to know and in details.

Christabelle D'souza - She can give you or for that matter anyone the best 'Ummmm' ever... No expectations but a lot of cribbing for Love...The Best Girl I know.

Sukanti Mahananda - No definition for this girl as I know she would be the best wife one will get. The only thing I repent is I may not.

Sipika Sahu - An illusion who never came out of imagination.

Nandini - I do really wish you get a much better guy than me - you simply deserve more.


Come meet me and I'll prove all your theories and concepts about love to be wrong... The number of girls in ma life is still counting (I'm just 28 years Young) and believe me except for a few I'm still in touch with almost all of them.

I can be in love with two girls simultaneously and with equal passion. I can be nice with them and be nice all over again cause I can't hurt them for whatever reason. I can forget my past, be in a relation with a new girl and still cherish memories of my past girlfriend.

The only thing I know is to spread love, treat a girl as good as I can and wish to be with all of them forever...

Girl

Hmm..

So the countdown has begun...

Well, I've taken enough time to include all the girls in my life, however, I'm in a fix as to in what order I should begin with?

I mean whether to begin with the latest girl in my life or with the first ever...

OR

To begin with girls who love me and whom I dont like or vise versa.

Whatever way it is going to begin, I dont know. The one thing I know is during the past few days I got a lot of excitement thinking about each and every intricate detail about the moments spent with each one of them.

I deserve a break before I start to write about this going-to-be-long episode.

Love Letters

I really love to write letters. I always prefer a mail than an Email. This is just one of the many thousand letters I've written to different people in my life. I just thought this might turn as a good content for my blog. The idea got into my head lately and I dont have copies of any of the previous letters written by me. However, I promise after today, I'll save a copy of each and every letter and post it here...

This one I wrote to a girl (my cousin) who loves me and still hates me...May be the last letter I'll ever write to her...

Hi Sipi,

I hope you're fine.

Thanks for everything that you and your family bestowed up on me. There will be some special moments which I can never forget in my life...I really loved playing around with Neha and Sneha. More than that I really loved and will miss most the moments I spent with your Granny. Tankara Aanchal re muhan pochhiba...tanku gela kariba...tanka kolare muhan luchei soiba...

I wasn't able to meet Abhas, however, he must be a nice gentleman. I really never thought I will be able to see you ever...however, at last I saw you...And infatuated by your looks? Nah....Hope you know whats infatuation is and what is love...

Infatuation is when you see someone very beautiful and just go by his or her looks...Love is when you start liking someone even without seeing him or her...I never saw you before this time. Before meeting you I never thought how you might be looking, how you might behave and how is your family?

I just had one thing in my mind that I'm going to meet someone ...someone who is a part of my family and still so far since we were born...Mun kebala etiki chahin thili je mun tumaku, tuma family ku jauta mor bi gote family...Biswas kara ba na kara....Kalyani nani ra bahaghra parjyanta mun jani bi nathili je mor aau gote mausi ghar achhi boli. Je mor aau gote Mamu ghar achhi boli...Mun jete bele janili je haan mor di di ta Mamu Ghar..Mor ahuri bi mausi mane achhanti....I was so excited...

Mun kete chesta karithili tuma family bisyare janiba payin, Katapali bisayare janiba payin...Haan may be there are differences between your and my family. May be my family and your family doesn't like each other...May be...Karana real story ta mun janichi..jete bele Alka mote kahila je kahinki mor maa Katapali Jaanti nahin...Kahinki Bui nani eka katapali jae aau mote aau Kuni ku mana kara hue...I just thought lets try to link up the broken chain between our families.

Kan seita mor bhul?Haan may be eita mor bhul hei thai pare je mun tike deri karideli...Afterall guys grow up much later than girls.

Jaha hau, mun bahut khusi je mun banchi thiba bhitare mote Alka bhaliya gote sister millila je mote bahut bhal paye. Deepak bhaliya gote bhai milila je sabu bele mo kapdaa be dhoi diye.

Bodh hue eei mor last email tumaku, bodh hue yaa pare mun kebhe bi Bolangir gale bi tuma ghara ku jibini...Bodh hue mun Abhas bhainku kebe bi dekhi paribini face to face...bodh hue eei last dekha ta hin mor tuma sahita first aau last dekha eei jiban re...

Kintu sei gote din Mar 27th of 2008 smruti hei ki rahi jiba mo manare...jau dina mun tuma ghare rahili aau Sneha Neha sahita khelili aau ete majaa karili aai sathire...

Mun bahut khusi je at least mo life bhitare mun khojiki payili Kalyani Nani, Manisha Nani, Gayatri Nani, Deepak, Alka, Anil, Rajani Nani, Sunita, Sneha, Neha,OmPrakash dada and Biswadev, Buiswaraaj dada etc

Khali jadi bakii rahi gala ta kebala...tume...

Girls

In My Life

"Planks of wood brought together by waves of sea, stayed together for sometime, and drifted apart from each other by the same waves that brought them close"

This was my first trial of Khushwant singh & it was a cherishing memory to recall the circumstance I had gone thru while reading his book.

Inspired by Mr. Khuswant Singh and his character "Mohan Kumar" from "The Company Of Women", I've decided to put down on paper everything about "The Girls in My Life".

Well you can say its a recluse or even a self chatter. For me it will be like going down the lanes of memory and re-discovering myself - the way I behaved, the way they behaved with me and what led to the bond or breakage between us.

I have met a lot of girls in my life:
Some are still in touch.
Some I want to be in touch but whom I have lost in the darkness of time.
Some might be searching for me but I haven't given them enough time to find me.
Some I love so dearly but who dumped me for reasons unknown.
Some who love me but I don't wish to get along with for reasons unknown.

However, unlike Mr. Khuswant Singh in "The Company of Women", I promise, I wont write anything from a third party angle. I mean there will be no "Mohan Kumar" to cover me for what I have done.


The list will include all the girls - I mean all of them who crossed my way till date. The story will include all vivid memories - true to the heart even if it is explicit or exclusive or sensuous or embarrassing.

I know most of them won't spare me for being so open - but it will be as it was. My age even may not permit me to be so open at this stage of my career, however, it will be something close to my heart which will give solace to this wanderlust soul.

Mr. Khuswant Singh - after all I know it was you and not Mohan Kumar who was the main character in "The Company of Women".

Jumping Over That Sucking Job

As usual, I'm again at the cross roads of life!!!

My Dream Job: Maintenance
Dream Time: 0900 to 1800 Hrs
Dream Pay: which can afford me a small 2BHK flat and a small car and the little necessities of life and a small saving. Somewhere around 5 lacs per annum in todays terms.
Location : Anywhere where I can bring in my family (my parents) and settle peacefully

I currently work for a company thats worth millions in terms of brand image. I really even like my job, although there is always a dream for a fatter pay-check with the current one reading 2.1 lpa.

So, I'm really Ok with this job. Then whats that making me jump the boat? It doesn't gives me sufficient time to be with my family and friends. With tours of about 25 days a month, I just feel drained out of energy and more than that feel the company sucks because I dont have any time for entertainment (read: time to be with family).

I don't have any other offer in hand right now but also feel my current job is becoming to much a fishbone in neck.

And, moreover I can't afford to stay unemployed for even a day with thge cost of living soaring by each day in Mumbai or Pune.

With such a hectic tour schedule, I can't even afford to appear for any interviews.

I really dont know what to do and how? The hangover is becoming more troublesome than the effect of this so called drug(read: my current job).

Running Out Of Emotions

April 09th of 2008 : 1510 Hrs :: Both my momma dear and father had come to see me off at the railway station. I was moving to Mumbai after a short vacation at my home.

There were differences between me and my father on some topics and we had a bitter fight the earlier night.

I did'n't talk much to them even at the railway station. Just as the train was about to move, I boared the train even without touching my momma's or father's feet (which I regulalrly used to do in earlier days).

I didn't even bid them a goodbye! My momma may be was expecting me to wave my hand at her and say bye and stood at the platform for some time. I didn't even bothered to look at them.

Earlier, in any such case, I would have continued to wave my hand at my parents till the train moved out of sight. I would have touched my parents feet and may also have cried for about a few minutes.

I wasn't crying, I wasn't waving my hand at them who were expecting me to at least look at them.

I have grown up or haven't I? I have lost my emotions or have I been blown over by the amount of emotions that even my eyes were running dry?

On Khuswant Singh

Malice. The word is synonymous with Khuswant Singh; his pen has spared no one... .... as written in "The Big Book Of Malice".

Irrepressible, Cuttingly Candid, Provocatively Truthful, Saucy - Khuswant Singh as described in one of his books "Women & Men In My Life".

Womanizer, Lecher, Unable to control his libido but an "Emotional Fool" thinking from heart, gypsy at heart always roaming around in dream land Caring, Loving, Understanding, Nomadic, Vagabond - this is how I'd like to describe Khuswant Singh.

I didn't know much about this writer (Even now I know least about his personal life) till some 8 years back when my neighbour "Neil Eric" handed over a book to me - "The Company of Women" written by Khuswant Singh.

I devoured each page of the book throughly enjoying each and every word of it. "Fucking" sells might have been the "Mantra" behind this great author's publicity and fame, however, even "Fucking" without brains leads to all sort of problems.

Khuswant Singh has the brains to use a proper "Protection" to avoid all sort of post "fucking" anomalies.

And yes, after going through his first (for me) book - The Company of Women, I have read all other books written by him including "Book of Unforgettable Women", Malicious Gossip", " More Malicious Gossip", Women & Men In My Life", " The Big Book Of Malice".

What I enjoyed reading the most were "The Company of Women" and "Women & Men In My Life".

No prizes in guessing that I did liked reading most of his books written around Women.

Does the above description for Mr. Khuswant Singh holds true for me then?

Yes, inspired by him and his character "Mohan Kumar" from The Company Of Women, I've decided to put down on paper everything about "The Girls in My Life".

Experiencing an Autorickshaw Driver

I was returning from Naliya, Kutch to Vapi on March 15th of 2008. I had a 3rd AC ticket for 9116 Bhuj-Bandra Shayaji Nagari Express train which leaves from Bhuj at 2230 Hrs.

Using my knowledge about travelling schedules going hayward, I started from Naliya at about 1530 Hrs. However, to my surprise I reached Bhuj at 1800Hrs.

As soon as I moved out of the Bus hordes of Rickshaw Wallahs jammed up to me pulling me here and there asking where I wished to move. "To Hell" I wish to move, I shouted.

There was one Muslim Guy, a middle aged, long beard and wearing a pukka Muslim round hat. He moved closer to me (Frankly, the three kindda people I hate the most are Biharis and Muslims and Rickshaw wallah's and a Muslim Rickshaw Wallah - God save me). He smiled and asked "Railway station"? I did'nt even looked at him.

I pulled my baggage and moved to the nearest 'Pan Wallah' and had a smoke. As soon as I paid for the cigarette, there he was again and asked me "Saab sirf chalish rupaiya de dena". Ok. I thought of saving 10 rupees (other Rickshaw Wallah's were charging Rupees 50.00).

The Rickshaw Wallah Picked up my luggage ( two full suitcases of about 40 Kgs each) and moved out of the Bus stand. I was trying to catch up with his speed with thoughts as wierd as what will I do if this Muslim Rickshaw Wallah disappear with my luggage?

He placed my luggage nicely and with care at the back hatch of the rickshaw. I looked into my watch. It was 1830 Hrs.

Just out of curiosity I asked Do you know some places nearby where I (or we) can hang out for about an hour or two? "Haan Saab" (Yes Sir) yahaan purane Mehel (palaces of Kings) auur Talaab (Natural Water Pool) hain, auur Mukbaraa bhi hain Raja ke(Kings Cemetry) he replied. OK, lets move then. "Saab paisa thoda jyaada hogaa". I knew damn Rickshaw Wallah's, they all find excuses to make money.

Anyways, I had to spend some time. Ok, start now. The rest two hours is all that had a lasting impression on me for that Rickshaw Wallah.

He took me to 'SharadBaug' Palace first - unfortunately that had closed at 1800 Hrs, then to
'Haji Mohammed's' cemetry.

As soon as our Rickshaw stopped near the cemetry, a charming little girl of about 5 years age came running towards the rickshaw and took the drivers seat. The cemetry was actaually near to the Rickshaw Wallah's home and the little charming girl was his daughter.

"Whats her name?" I asked. "Mehzabeen" he replied. Nice name I said.

She ran around the cemetry as a free butterfly without worries and pre occupations, guiding me through the Old Gates and Doors of the cemetry. I felt she was more happy because she got to meet her father mid-day (which otherwise might have been a dream for her as the "Rickshaw Wallah" would have been rerturning late night).

While we returned she took a joy ride sitting on his father's lap upto her home. "Papa Jaldi aanaa" - she mumbled out as the rickshaw sped away after dropping her.

Then we went to 'Pir' Dargaah on the top of a hillock and then to 'Aina Mahal'.

The Rickshaw Wallah was carrying around my luggage even without me asking for it, during the whole duration.

He even took time out to read his daily 'Namaaz' while I was busy clicking pictures of the 'Aina Mahal' for my Orkut Album.

"Now straight to the railway station" I said. We reached the station, he pulled out my luggage and said "Aise toh hum Do Soh rupaiye lete hain angrezon ko ghumane ke liye par aap dedh so de dena" (Usually, we charge Rupees 200 from foreign tourists but you can pay 150.00)

I did'nt had the change. So I went to the nearest road side hotel to get the change. All of a sudden the cute innocent face of "Mehzabeen" flashed through my memory. Quite innocent, lovely - absolutely fit for being my daughter.

I purchased a Big Cadbury Fruits and Nuts and moved near the Rickshaw. I paid the 150 bucks to the Rickshaw Wallah. "Good Night Sir" he said and was about to move. I handed over the chocolate and said - this is for Mehzabeen: bahut pyaari bachhi hai (quite a nice girl).

The Rickshaw wallah was taken by surprise. His eyes was full of emotions and I noticed that in shape of moisture in his eyes.

Rickshaw Wallah: Sir, kitne paise bante hain is chocolate ka main de deta hoon.
Myself: Rehene do - ye apke liye nahin, apki bachhi ke liye.
Rickshaw Wallah: Mere padosh ka number rakh lijiye. Mera naam Sayed.
I scribbled his number on my mobile's phone book.

God, till now I even didnt bothered to ask his name - I felt ashamed.

I saved rupees 10.00 spent 150 plus a chocolate worth rupees 100.00 .

Phir kabhi ayenge toh yaad kijiyegaa, I'll show you all the nice places around Kutch.

Zaroor, next time biwi (Mere Biwi bachhe humesah mere dimaag main rehte hain) ko bhi saath leke aaongaa. I left and he left.

The cute happy face of Mehzabeen would surely linger around in my memories for longer than the duration of the tour - I knew.

When Blogging is No Longer Fun!

I used to enjoy every bit of my blogging life until I decided to monetize it. :) Only then I realized that to get more opportunities to write advertisements, I need to have PR, heavy traffic or site visits, links and etc. So, I tried my best. I remember there was a day, when I didn't do anything else but applied in several directories and forums. I did all the tags , exchanged links and etc. as they said it will increase technorati and stuff.
So, in other words, the 'fun' in blogging diminished since I was already so serious in doing it..where it became "work". I would be so busy bloghopping because I 'needed' to have a lot of links and etc. It would have been better if I got a lot of opportunities or approved blogs from my 'work'. But nothing much happened except another for 3-4 sponspored posts after all the hard work ( in other words, naning kau ko). I also applied for other get paid to blog sites but there were no tasks available for me,.
And then the time came, when I got my tiny weeny PR1. So, I thought it was an opportunity for me to apply again for the 'best' get paid to post site (where I heard they have a lot of opportunities for bloggers). But then a few days later my PR went back to zero. So I thought that my application for the said site must be rejected again because of my zero PR. And just a few days ago, I received an email from them and said that my blog has been declined because of ..... lack of original content!..hahaha! Joker! then I thought, it must be because of the several tags, viral links, meme and etc. that I've done. I became sad a bit because I lost my chance of earning from that site.
So, in summary it was only when I decided to monetize my blog that I've felt these 'frustrations', 'discouragements' and etc..hehehe! not that deep, but I think you understand what I'm trying to say. My focus and motive has completely changed that's why. Maybe if I didn't decide to monetize my blog, I should have been happily blogging myself away without all these ups and downs.
I'm sure the next question in your mind right now would be : Would I be continuing to monetize my blog? And the answer would be Yes! But I think I will have to shift my motive now right back to where it once belong. I'm blogging because it's fun! It makes me express my thoughts, share my views and ideas and meet new friends. I'm not blogging just for the money. If I make that my main motive, it'll dampen my joy since, it'll create pressure for me..trying to let my blog make money when it's not yet in the capacity to do so. So, I resolved that when opportunities to make money come, I'll take it ..if not, then I won't have to try that hard to get it. No hard work and no pressures for me and then it'll continue to be fun!!

The Perfect Wife

How to Be The Almost Perfect Wife

"If you could tell someone how to be the almost wife, what would you tell her?"

Of course, it's not easy for husbands to open up and share their feelings. After all, they're men.

Allow me to share with you "Three Top Tips for Pleasing Your Husband." :

1. Believe in him
More than anything, a man needs to know he has your support - that you believe in him 100%. Alan, 29, on his first day of marriage wrote:

"Believe in me,believe in me,believe in me."

Will your husband always succeed? Will things work out exactly as planned? Regardless of the stumbling blocks your husband may encounter, he needs to know he still has your support.

As Ed, 47, married 25 years, so openly requests: "Be my cheerleader. Believe that I have the talent to achieve my dreams, even if it takes longer than I ever imagined."

Married 42 years, Roland 64, offers this sage advice: "Listen attentively to your husband's dreams and aspirations. Even if you think they're unreachable, humor him. Support him. Maybe even get excited with him. Your husband will love and appreciate you because you encouraged - rather than discouraged - him. Later in life, a husband wants to look at his wife and say, 'Honey, you were with me.' Not 'If only… '"

Finally, consider this bit of wisdom from Jim, 80, a widower after 53 years of marriage: "Men are just boys who need attention and reassurance - pretty much all the time. They need you to sit on their laps, kiss them for no reason and assure them that you love them."


2. Be accepting

Charles, 38, requests: "Accept your husband as the man he is, instead of wishing you could change things here and there." Bill, 47, adds: "Stop trying to control and change us so much. We're not 'diamonds in the rough' - we're men. The same men you fell in love with and married in the first place."What's a good way to think about just how "accepting" you are? The next time your spouse wants to do something that you think is stupid, ridiculous, or a complete waste of time or money, see if you say the words: "Honey, go for it!"

For example:

"It's a fact: Every husband needs at least 2 hours a week on the couch in front of the TV - without having to answer any questions. Just to veg out." - Ray, 39, married 7 years

"When I go out to play sports or be with the guys, try to understand you're giving me something I really need. Women want flowers? Guys want to have time with each other without having to justify themselves for being away a few hours." - Eric, 28, married 6 years

"If I want to go to bed later than you it doesn't mean I don't love you. It means I want to go to bed later than you." - Neil, 47, married 12 years

"Accept that I'm not 'escaping' to work: I'm going there because I need to work. Besides, when I feel better about my work, I feel better about everything else." - Eric


3. Be gentle

Does being accepting of your husband mean you can't disagree with him or offer a "course correction" now and then? Not at all. But husbands - as "manly" as they may appear - need for their spouses to be gentle about it. As Charlie, 28, married 11 years, explains: "If you think I'm wrong, try to guide me to where you think I should be. Don't beat me up and drag me there."Believe it or not, most husbands generally are trying their best - no matter how wrongheaded their actions may appear. So try to be patient, merciful and kind. "And limit your criticisms," says Ben, 81, "to things that really matter."Perhaps Terry, married 23 years, sums it up best: "Be a friend who is there to lend support, but still cares enough to confront me when I make a fool of myself." Questions for reflections:

On a rating of 0 to 10, how strongly would your husband say you believe in him?

When was the last time you told your husband you were proud of him?

When was the last time you said to your husband "Go for it!" when you're really thinking: Why would anyone want to do that!?"

On a rating of 0 to 10, how gentle are you when offering advice or a "course correction" to your husband?

Nudity and Womens

Views on Nudity - A Womens Perspective

In continuation with my article on "Views on Nudity" published on Dec 08 of 2007 under "Views N Opinions"

Feb 25 0f 2008 (After the suggestive comment from "Cutie Pie" one of my favorite readers)

Hmm, the lady "Cutie Pie" introduced me to an altogether different view - a view on nudity from a women's eye.

As per her (Cutie Pie) girls including womens do also fantasize about naked guys. They often look and enjoy a naked male body though in secrecy.

I mean to say as per her ( a girls) perspective to see nudity, it's also in the mind of girls to see and behold the beauty of a naked body - a male one though. She told me that girls do possess and hide pictures of naked male models much in the same manner as guys do it. They also think much in the same way and process as males do.

So, what I believe is they also might be fantasizing we males the same way as we do seeing them.
The difference (as per me) being guys enjoy it in the company of their male friends and in bathrooms. Girls (as per Cutie Pie) enjoy it in secrecy and in their minds.

I'd like to thank "Cutie Pie" for giving me this Voyeuristic look into a girls mind and her bed room.

Just to makes things a little more crystal, I'll give you the exact comment by "Cutie Pie":

cutie pie... said...
well..i wouldn't say i was comfortable reading it..not in the least but afterall truth will always remain truth and its exactly what you hav written..so i read it all.but hav you ever questioned y only gals n not boys i mean..atlaest i hvnt ever heard ne of the gals..going thruh nude male photographs..thoh this might also be happening where gals hide such photographs..like boys hide dat sort of photographs of gals..i mean even we are human beings..den y is it dat we still liv under dat shadow where gals r lukd down upon wen such things happen but its fine wen its a guy..its disgusting coz its just we who shud b blamed n no one else..so as u mentioned nothing's bad unless u percieve it in dat way..afterall its "BEAUTY LIES IN THE EYES OF THE BEHOLDER.."..ITS REALLY INTERESTING..so all said n done i liked it but dont b gender biased,concentrating only on gals..boys shud also b mentioned in this so dat it mirrors just everything in a much beautiful manner...isn't it???keep it up..

Dating - Love - Marriage - Kids

The Indian (side of the world wide) Dating Story.

(If you're "She", please forgive me for being truthful. I have written it as it came to my mind and keeping honesty with my heart and soul. There might be content in this story or rather which my mind forced me to think of you - which might hurt you. However, I believe the beginning of a wonderful relationship should be with truth and for that I can take any punishment that you might deem fit).

Hope we continue to nurture this wonderful relation thats budding...


“Are you dating me then”? She asked. Nope, it’s just like for the sake of writing, I said.
The truth was that I was actually thinking of…


Prelude:

At some point of time or the other, every person in this world needs and searches for a partner. The partner should match his or her criteria exactly with no wild cards.

At the age of 27, half settled in life, meeting thousands of prospective partners, being infatuated by childhood crush’s and after being in love and betrayed for good, even I’m looking for that special someone.

Like every other ordinary person, I’m also trying, Orkut, Yahoo Messenger, Flopper and hordes of other social networking sites and methods to meet that one person who will fit into my exact “Search” criteria.

I dumped a lot of girls and another double number of girls dumped me. So, even the searching process is getting dull by each passing day. And I had started to love staying single. At least I can confirm that I was NOT desperately trying to get a partner.

Hmmm, but I’m still using “Orkut” for being in touch with good old friends. Scouting through my friend’s - friend’s list, checking through profiles of good looking girls, girls who might fit into my “Search” criteria to find that one special someone.

Like many others even I’m joined to many online communities.

Finding Her:

It was, may be a month back from today and I was going through the members list of one of my favorite online communities.

I happened to spot a girl and/or lady with a very peculiar online name (which, later I found out that it is in French and had a very beautiful meaning in English). What interested me more than her “Online Name” is the community she was a member of. Over that she was from my part of the world. I got an interest in her. She had an “Imposter” picture pasted to her profile page – I knew that.

Men, will always be men. Wow! Let’s try wooing her. I’ve nothing to lose if I fail. So I scrapped her first “Are you from XYZ place?”


12/6/07
Myself:
from Sambalpur? Gr8 to know people from my part of the world...what do you do in BBSR then? study? work? or settled in BBSR?

She never replied. After about three days, I sent her a friend’s request. No replies still. I used to check through her profile every day and was waiting eagerly for her to accept my “Friend’s Request”.

Her description about herself matched about 80% my “Search” criteria. I was getting a bit impatient lest I shouldn’t lose her before I find her.

It was going to be about a month, one day I just decided to give it one last chance before letting her go into oblivion.

12/25/07
Myself:
Wish you a Very Happy and Merry Christmas


So I scrapped her “Request accept nayin karbar hele reject karba sina, pending rakhikiri kayen kaam?” that’s in a local dialect of the “Oriya” Language in India which means “If you do not wish to accept the friend’s request, better reject it. It doesn’t make sense keeping it pending”.

Jan 19
Myself:
I think you have a friends request pending in your home page. Nai Add karbar hele reject karba sina pending rakhikiri kaien kaam?


Fuhget that bitch – I said to myself. Almost 90% the girls are same in nature. Keep seeking for more attention. Attention – ma foot. I’m not gonna give her a shit if she doesn’t even care to reject my friendship with a courtesy note. I have seen lot-o-girls in ma life and that has made me wiser in terms of dealing with girls.

About five days and – Oh My Good God – I had a reply from her – “I didn’t got any friend’s request from you sir”.

Jan 26 She:
i hav not got ne frd request 4m u sir..


So nice of her. Again a “Men’s heart” (bloody damn this heart) is at work and his brain has gone down the balls. I was saying to myself “so nice of her” for a single word that she wrote - “Sir”.

Is the gal really so nice? C’mon girls can’t be so nice – if she is at the very first conversation – take my word – it’s a boy out there, pretending to be a girl and have some fun playing and watching you drown in love with HER?


Ok, lets give her a benefit of doubt. I tried sending a friends request again. And got a response from “Orkut” which after that episode changed the whole situation:

Add friend

We are awaiting a response You have already added this person, but we have not yet received a response to your offer of friendship. Please be patient.


When I tried to re-check in my “Friends List”, This is what I saw:

Jan 27
She:
She----> bhubaneswar, orissa India waiting for "She" to approve friends The above is what I'm getting when I try to add you again...

So, it was either she doesn’t want to accept my friendship and hence lying that she hasn’t received my request, or, there are some technical problems between our two accounts.


I clearly let her know that there can’t be any technical snags as far as my knowledge about working of “Web Sites”. So she should accept the “Friends Request” that I sent her or send me one from her side.

She replied again:

Jan 27
She:
havnt got ne request 4m u..
Reply



Let’s do some background verification work. Let’s get sleuth!!!

As I scouted through the scrapbook of this lady, I found that she has got a history of “Not Accepting” any one’s friends request and also has the same tendency to lie that she hasn’t received any at all.

Oh! What an Idea! This girl is pre determined not to entertain any guys. Cool!

So, leave her alone!!!


Dating Still:

Oh-ma God!! On the morning of Feb XY, Just-outta- the blue, I got a chat window popping out from my google talk with the message : “ I really didn’t receive any requests from you” Guess who was writing?

Man, I can’t believe this girl was chatting (or may be interested in chatting) with me. It was me who scrapped her first, I confess, but straight away chatting? Scrapping is like receiving an SMS from any stupid fellow. You can’t help receiving those nasty scraps. But Chat? You have the full control either to accept or deny or not top respond to any chat request.

So, this girl is coming out-of-her-cocoon. I’ll help her become and fly as a beautiful butterfly. Determined I was!

*****Well the story, at present, is running just a little ahead of this. Will keep posting as and when I real mile is covered*****