Another Feb 14th passed by. The noises from the numerous Senas weren't audible or I wasn't within hearing range for that. Roses exchanged hands, restaurants minted money, gift shops and malls teemed with business, yours truly was starved till 11pm for want of sufficient space to dump this body in the corners of some restaurant (hey, I was with a gang of three other friends), Orkut proclaimed - You will receive good news through mail' - I did, Congratulations, you've won a lottery of 100000 dinars or whatever.
Coming to think of it, these predictions aren't astrology after all. Its just that some pseudo random number generator has chosen this for me. Gone are the days when the parrot used to hold the strings. But I'm yet to give up on astrology. Prof. Vaidya prophesies, civilizations that believe and then give up on astrology survive the best. I'm yet in the first stage. My horoscope is somehow tangled with a few remarkable coincidences. One is of course the part played by Rajgopals in my past one year. My first interviewer was Rajgopal, the Prof I'm working under is one, the constable who approved my Police Verification is a Rajgopal too (not to mention that the station was stationed on D.Rajagopal Road) and when we decided to do our project in the distant Guaribidanur (ok! it isn't so distant - just added it for the effect) the technician who is stationed there is (you've guessed it right) another Rajgopal. And our first sponsor for Prtyaksha had all its cheques signed by another Rajgopal. (phew!)
The other aspect of this which I haven't come to terms with is the reason I always find some penchant for Malayalis. Every time, and I mean every single time I come to adore a girl, she invariably turns out to be a Malayali. This just isnt coincidence, I know. Bangalore doesn't have as many Malayalis (I hate that word Mallu...lol!) to give you a hit ratio of 1.( I sometimes wonder whether I should start taking Malayalam classes serously) So it must be something to do with my stars or the latitude and longitude of my birth to the 16th decimal place or worse still, the smudgy quill of the grand old man who wrote my horoscope.
Coming back to the Vday mess I started with, this has been a pretty normal year for most of the people I know. Break ups, tie ups, preparations for both have all been the norm of the day. Over the past year, I've witnessed all these and more. In fact, I've been in knowledge of around 6 such romances - both on and off campus (STOP squirming in your seats) and all the associated big time goof ups and experiences that I might soon come up with a "50 things not to do when you are in love". Book a personally autographed copy now.
Long live Valentine! Amen!
3 comments:
Hey u havin 6 crushes!!!,can't believe it..good luck for that..ok must say a weird coincidence..looks like ur name and Rajagopal share a great camarederie..now dont say you are going name ur son Rajagopal..
Ayyo raama.....I never said I had six crushes. All I said was of knowledge of six crushes ....not necessarily mine. C'mon man, how could you ever believe that I can have 6? You are out to spoil my name just because I gave you some friendly advice eh??
Ogo, voat iz diz, our paiyyan iz goying do go-Lej nod do ged knooow-Lej bud for iLLicit agdividiez?
But somehow, sometimes it isn't funny at all :-(
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