Anti-Story : Part One

[Writer's Note: Those who haven't already read the Part 0 of this exciting series ;-), I'd strongly advice you to do that, before you proceed with this one. You wouldn't understand a thing in this one if you didn't. You see, all the con-text is in there.]

[Another One: The title of this part has (like most blogs that you read here) nothing to do with this blog. I've included the word Love here, just to prove the law of diminishing returns to all those guys/gals who're excessively obsessed with the market research. Curiously, if I fail in doing that, I still end up as a winner! ;-)]

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Part 1: What's Love Got to Do With It?

As I was saying, the first time I saw Rachana, the kid sister of Hritisha, I was still a student. God, how I remember those days! (Yeah, god only knows, knowing how I remember in general!). We - not me and Rachana: she was faaaar to cute, and I well -- let's just say I ain't exactly the cross between Casanova and Keanu Reeves (not that I understand what's the big deal about the latter). We, meaning me and my three great pals, all single (and without a remote chance of that changing), were perfecting the art of doing nothing. No, Abhishek is not one of those three! He is a great friend, not a pal. Besides he wasn't studying in the same institute.


Abhishek hated being dumped. I know what you're saying. Everyone hates being dumped. But that's not entirely true. For instance, I know at least three (yes, successive approximation...) people who are really really happy about being dumped. I know another five guys, who are trying very hard to get dumped. But that's another story (which, I'm NOT going to tell you)! We're talking about Abhishek. He, as I already told you, hated being dumped. Why? No, not because he loved Hritisha or anything. Believe me, even you wouldn't have. Unless you happen to be Kunal, that stupid romantic chap, who writes cheap poetry, on crumpled papers that end up in Hritisha's notebooks, everytime she forgets them somewhere. And, forget she does! Always! You see, even I remember that she forgets...
Some very perceptive guy there is asking me: "listen! " (I hate when people say that word in that way! Even if I'm listening ( especially if I'm listening), if someone says that word, that way, I stop listening to him/her. I'm that sort of guy. I don't like to be told to do things, that I'm already doing. But this guy is fortunate, because I did listen to what he was asking.) "How do you know all this, if you met her just thrice?"

Smart guy, isn't he? Wrong! If I start telling a story, where I tell only that which I know first hand, I'd have to shut up most of the time (which I'm sure many will prefer, but I am not one of them!). In other words, there are a few thing that you know -- not know as in, really know, but still you kind of know that you know. So believe me when I say she used to forget her notebooks practically all the while.

Mrinalini, (forgot it already? Abhishek's didi) always used to think that Abhishek shouldn't have fallen in love with Hritisha. Little did she know that he had not! No one knew -- no one except me (and Abhishek, of course)! Do you know how bad it would have been had Hritisha learned about it before she dumped him? You think you know, don't you, but I bet you don't. You don't know a thing about Hritisha, do you? She is one sick female. She'd have never dumped Abhishek if she had known the truth -- that Abhishek didn't love her.

Why then was he going around with her? And why was he so upset at being dumped by Hritisha, if he didn't love her in the first place? So upset that he, the coolest one, turned into a devdas in a matter of seconds? Still to come ...

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