Those Eyes & The Virgin Mojito = Heaven

The first week of the fourth semester shall come to an end tomorrow. And lots of stuff has happened so far, coming to terms with an understanding in my supposedly confusing and life threatening/saving relationship, along with the guys from Ramakrishna mission coming to our college and preaching the teachings of Swami Vivekananda. All in all, it was a busy week.

Today, when the lectures got really boring is when the disciples of the disciples of Swami Vivekananda came to our rescue. We were all of sudden summoned with almost the rest of our college to cleanse our minds and souls. Apparently, all I could write in this blog is thump thump thump. Because that is what my new headphones say all the time to my brain when it tries to think what I should type in here. Yes, so getting back to the point. Those guys came, demonstrated a few breathing exercises for meditating. Sung a few songs, enacted Swami Vivekananda, where a person in orange robe pretended to be the holy saint, which he was nowhere near, and his acting got funnier. Some people were selected from the audience and asked to ask scripted questions, in which one of my classmates flipped off and asked something out of the plot, to which the guy in orange robe (I hate calling him even close to Swamiji.) had to think on his feet, and said something in Kannada which I don't think was justified enough. Apart from that, the day was regular.

Today being a Sunday, we had a whole day to kill and going to Mangalore to eat was the sanest possible thing in our range of ideas (which included setting a plastic bucket on fire?) Yes, so we went there, had our full of Nasi Goreng (some Indonesian dish) and went straight out to by a pair of headphones. New headphones do sound great I must say, with all the BASS and shit. Also, when I was in Reliance Time out which is a store where you get almost everything. I bought a pouch, because I needed one badly. The funniest thing happened there. I was standing in line to pay hundred rupees for a pouch which actually cost 20 bucks, and behind me was a gorgeous girl checking out some books and talking to her friend criticizing authors and laughing along. I turned back to see what nuisance was all this about, and to be true, I could not take my eyes off her eyes! I was dumbstruck for two seconds just when I pretended to look at my friend, Abhilash and was thus saved from major embarrassment. I didn't dare look back after that, there was an eerie silence for two seconds, and I lost my opportunity. I payed up for the pouch, went outta the store with Abhilash, looked back to see her staring at me with her big beautiful eyes again, with a small hint of tender smile on her face, I freaked out, because once you are fresh out of a serious relationship, the mere mention of a relationship gives you the chills. So, yes I freaked out, got the hell outta there and lost my second opportunity as well. Two freaking opportunities and I lost them, just like that!

I forgot about that soon, when I get something to eat and that KFC Sparkles Virgin Mojito (pronounced Mohee-tho which the KFC worker didn't know) took the edge off things. With a light tinge of lemon and mint, with pudina leaves floating on the top that sweet drink brought me to heaven and back. I have a pic attached in here with Abhilash, The Virgin Mojito, and The Chicken Burger. We make our way back to the hostel, all the way in the bus I regret how I messed up two opportunities of getting to know someone new, doing something I had never done before, talked to random stranger (girl). I re-enact the meeting in my mind, somehow making it cooler for me, I could have talked to her the very first time, then we could have exchanged smiles, probably names, then coffee, then numbers, then I would not like to describe all the details here. Or, I could have noticed that small hint of a smile, smiled back, walked up to her and exchanged kind gestures, then maybe coffee, then maybe number, then maybe the details which should not be disclosed. What I did regret was, I did not lose one, but two opportunities with a sad look on my face! However, I've kept my hopes high. Hopefully, if such a situation arises in the near future, I could just Man up, and say something Manly that could impress that particular girl so much that she could fall straight away? Stepping into Neil Patrick Harris's infamous character Barney Stinson, except suiting up (because a suit costs a fortune) I could attempt every other trick in the book to meet a female blogger who is probably blogging her story, right now?

Sit tight and keep reading folks, the fun is just about to start. ;)