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My mouche – The long and Short of it – The sequel graphic

My mouche – The long and Short of it – The sequel


May 30, 2005



                    
   Hi friends. Feeling on top of da world 2 day. My first post and 34 views. WOWIEEEEEEEEEEEE. Booker’s here I come. JUST KIDDING. At least 14 out of them would have been my own views i guess (got 2 excited about my creative exploits). Got the creative juices flowing 2. (Pun Intended). Newayz, gotta carry on with my story now. So i went back 2 my mouchy mouchy ways in college. Same story thereafter. No luv, no light in my life, still more propositions & still the same refusal of cupid's arrow to strike the one I was attracted to. The arrows had an atrocious similarity to them. All of them missed their mark and all were on the same one way traffic like the umpteen Mumbai flyovers.In the meanwhile got admission to a MBA coursein Mumbai. Never had to think twice aboutaccepting it. The declared reason was as described in my profile “Mumbai is the financial capital of India, with loads of opportunities etc.” What I actually meant was “Opportunities” of a different kind. My friends of all hues agreed in one voice.... “Mumbai main jo gaya uska to girlfriend hona hi hona hai”. So I packed my bags and went off to Aamchi Mumbai Mouche `n all. Somehow got admission into the college hostel. More about that l8r. One of our esteemed bloggers has quite a big grievance against me coz of that. In class within the first few days managed to strike up a gr8 friendship with one of the best looking gals in my class. She was a mallu. Again someone well known around these parts went “BLUE” with envy (Borrowed from the “dumbo” style of speaking perfected by another of our brethren in college). Went around with her fora month or so. Then one night in a drunken state i called her up at around 12.30 in the night. Her sister took the call &............ that was the end of that. I tried very hard to pataofy her back, but she turned a deaf ear to all my pleas and apologies and promises (to never do it again). So i turned to one of my closest friends (& her's as well) to try andsee if he could turn the tide in my favor. One of the first things that he told me was she would definitely be more attracted to me if I shaved of my mouche. After a whole lot of advices later i was almost on the verge of getting it shaved off, when I finally realized (Thank GOD) that mouche or no mouche “Tera kuch nahi ho saakta Kaaliya“ and accepted my fate. Eventually we happened to go to watch a cricket match at a friend’s place. There the truth came out finally (after a lot of beer by a common friend) that there was a bet on to get me to shave off my mouchy. Felt like breaking all the teeth on the B.....'s face and shoving them up you know where. However, GOD smiled on me and the babe he was trying to get laid with saw sense and walked out. A classic case of “Do unto others what you want others to do unto you“. Went back home on one of the vacations and decided to finally get rid of my beloved mouchy, even though i was superstitious it would affect my results. Somehow i always thought that the “Mouche is the source of my energy” and irrespective of whether i studied or not it had sum kind of a magical effect on the examiner that I managed to pass always. (Later on i realized that it was more to do with my handwriting, as illegible as ever, than the magical qualities i thought my mouche was bestowed with). So one fine day i did the hitherto unthinkable and shaved my mouchy off.... I came back to Mumbai and at least one of the gals was of the opinion that I looked a lot younger than before. Exams went fine as well and my love life also looked up. Will write about the details of that and sum more in the blogs to come. But to this day i still wonder what might have been if it hadn’t been for that one fateful night and that one misplaced phone call. Seeing trailers of Sharukh in Paheli with a well endowed mouche got back all those memories to life once again. Newayz thanks for reading if you still have had the enthu to... Can’t stop my creative urge, now that the genie has been released from the bottle. So guess u all will have to either block all my posts or suffer the consequences of reading them. BFN.... Be back with more..... Unsure of the timelines. To borrow from one of the oft forwarded mails… “I like deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make while going by”. ... ...
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