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About the story
” They say love is a strange feeling that can’t be explained easily , but just imagine how much the amplitude of this difficulty is raised when you need to explain the same to the girl’s brother …”
This story is a journey of a person trying to explain to his girlfriend’s brother , how they fell in love .
The story is a satire on relationships, life and love.
The story revolves around “choices”, “coffee”, “love “and “brother “.
A must read for everyone who has ever fallen in love or literally fallen trying to fall in love.
At times Life brings us to such a dichotomy , that even the choices we make are not our own …..
This is exactly what happened with me a few months ago…
“They say love is a strange feeling that can’t be explained easily , but just imagine how much the amplitude of this difficulty is raised when you need to explain the same to the girl’s brother …”
Friday, July 4th 16:00 hours
This was the day I was supposed to propose the girl whom I had been dating for a while.
The one girl who had changed the way I looked at my life in the last two weeks, apparently her brother had other ideas :-X :-X .
Although unsure of how he came to know about our relationship, I decided it was in my best interest to face him now :O ..
After all I had lived by this rule all my life:
“When life puts you in a predicament, you are given two choices …one is the choice you make and the other is the right choice ….”
So with a grin plastered on my face I waited for her brother, apparently we had decided to meet at 3pm at a coffee house, exactly 2 hours before I was going to meet his sister.
It was already over an hour and there was no sign of him (not that I was in any sort of urgency to meet him either )
But then something struck my mind “Why would a brother miss out on such an important meeting that could potentially decide the future of his sister”
I could only comprehend three reasons:
1) He had understood that our love was pure and I was the perfect suitor (no no that would be pretty desirable yet preposterous)
2)he had probably found a better suitor and she was getting married right at this moment as I sipped my coffee (no that would be pretty clichéd Bollywood , and by the way the coffee was really good!! )
3) Maybe he just didn’t like coffee … (hmmm….no that’s the least likely of them all …. after all the coffee was really good )
My mind was once again filled with choices, choices to understand this desirable yet peculiar delay. Before I could decipher this enigma, enters a broad man twice my size (or more ) almost shouting my name, in search of me. At first I thought of giving him a miss :-O , but when he crossed my table for the third time I decided to speak up :-X
So by the look of it all, I knew I was in big trouble, which was reaffirmed by the size of his pectoral muscles again and again :-X :-X :-X
(I mean I never understand why beautiful girls have such beastly brothers … is there some sort of a combo :-X )
Finally the discussion that I believed could probably be my last, started (it felt something like a self delivered martyrs speech)
He looked pretty firm yet quite , I wanted to offer him coffee ( yes ,yes!! the coffee still felt good ) , but then decided to stick to the discussion .
So stuck on a date with this guy I just hoped for two things:
1) That at the end of this all I could still retain my usual anatomy…
2) the other sibling (read : brother ) doesn’t fall for me too ( the thought of it made the coffee taste bitter OMG!!! )
So I started reciting my journey of how I met his sister….
Friday JUNE 20th
This was the day when my life changed all together , till this day I had never been in a serious relationship with a girl ( precisely “human being” …. had to mention this before the Queer crowd start getting ambitious ***gay*** )
I had just walked into my office , when an accident (of pleasure!! ) occurred and I tripped against this never seen before “aphrodit-ious” beauty resulting in all her paperwork tasting the floor ( highly clichéd Bollywood , except that instead of a romantic number playing in the background , we had a little adjustment , an old man’s cell phone , screaming at the top of its voice , its ring tone ” some raunchy item song ” … but at that moment even that was nothing less than some ultra romantic verse from Shakespear)
I was captured by her looks, those mesmerizing eyes, that charming smile, that….. (I would have gone on and on, but then I looked at the biceps, no not of the girl duh!! , her “Brother’s” , and I took a moment to think , and I realized if I kept going I would be left with “soaring eyes ” , a ” plastered ” smile and a swollen as*…..(ok let’s not get there… )
So I continued further without any reference to her anatomy any more
Sunday JUNE 22nd
Well by now I had accumulated enough knowledge of her whereabouts. She was one of the newly appointed employee at my workplace, and incidentally in my department too (my voice tone was superfluous with excitement, just when I am greeted with a monstrous arm almost ripping right through the steel table, and I wondered what impact would it have on 90% h2O and the 10% whatever s#!t that makes up human beings).
Luckily that was just his way of calling the waiter, which by the way was really very effective, he too ordered a coffee (and do I have to say it again that the coffee was …. uhhh!! u know it by now )
So he too started sipping his coffee (rather gulping it in a monstrous manner) as I continued with my story.
Well it was a Sunday and unlike other fellow homosapiens belonging to the class of workers, we were the chosen ones, “the slaves”, granted with the destiny to live this day in the company
Of monotonous looking machines (read: computers). But that Sunday I had little to complain because I was not left deserted with some machines and masculine beings , but instead had her accompanying me
That day I decided to break those barriers of incompetency that had possibly earned me the title for the longest living “single” being , and I finally asked her out for coffee ( see the coffee always works )
(Just as I paused I saw him spew the coffee all over the floor … maybe monsters prefer gore and blood, anyway before he could open his giant sized oral cavity, I began the recital again)