So you’ve probably read the last post of Oh! Crap or
haven’t. So let me remind it was about a broken love story about a girl and
his boyfriend who was a boy and not much of a boyfriend and…o to hell with
recap. Just read the first part and come back later. Now to choke upon the rest
part of the story. Here we go…
So the boy returns to
his bed and move along in his life to become a full time self-obsessed jerky
nerd with all his games and troll life. And whenever someone asked him
something he just babbled his love life that had less to do with actually the
real deal and more with the figment of imagination he lived with.
But now this girl having pranced and nuanced with all the
boys available (Again all puns intended)
And having reached a critical zone where the honey has lost
its vigour she searched for read love now that she was really growing into the
clasp of womanhood and her pea-sized brains finally dominating the otherwise
indomitable urge to life, attraction, action.
So she wandered off
in search for true independence, love and meaning of life. Wait she only got in
her car went to the psychic who was previously seeing Ram Gopal Varma after he
made AAG. But let’s not get into the details.
She went to her and
in the veil of the perfect redundancy of despair (Damn good phrase was that.
Wish I knew the meaning of it..) She threw herself to the legs of the psychic
for the eternal knowledge that mystified human life only to be told by the
receptionist that clients should wait outside. So after a lot of hump and hoops
when she actually got to meet the psychic she could barely contain her feigned
adultery-mocked sadness and desperation over life with she asked in complete
sternness and injury over love life written all over her face. “Oh the
almighty…please give a light, show me the way help me seek the answer..”
To which she was briskly cut off only to be told that she
can refer the psychic as Mr. X (the script demands mystery…) and with-hold the
adjectives. With a bit halt-injected huff she continued “Please tell where can
I find a love so true and selfless that it will not only complete me and be
just mine but also be make me fall in love with love itself; that make me love
back in true sense without the shroud of desire and shadow being left for
material tagged along with it.”
The psychic looked in the far away distant in complete haze
as if peeking into the cup-board of destiny to see what’s in store and maintain
the aura of mystic atmosphere that succumbed the room and also the pin-drop
silence. Then turning back, he/she (again scripts demand mystery) placed hand
on her shoulder and looked in her eyes as if wisdom is infra-red and her eyes
the port and in an assuring manner subjecting her to complete bullshit of
psychic-ness so that she doesn’t feel cheated while donating money with free
mind, breathes a heavy breath and blinks twice and deep voiced replies her “Get
a dog.”
Ok please like it or not please don’t stop reading my blog.
Here’s to hoping to get serious someday. Happy reading
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