Tell us to find some decade-old book from the wilderness of
our cupboard and we dare move a muscle. Tell us to look out for the long-lost
remote cell in the dark underworld of our bed and we gift you our biggest yawn.
But, when it comes to finding ourselves a ‘dream girl’, we are bloody Indiana
Jones. For us, it’s all a great adventure that we love to embark upon.
Like an over-enthusiastic child, we make a long list of qualities
(one of our digging tool) that we most admire, and often lack. “Must be
tall, but not more than us; hair to be curly but not half-boiled noodles; brainy,
but with a charm; glowing skin but not a 230 volt bulb...”
The story somewhat remains the same for our metro guy. In
his every metro journey, he constantly seeks out for his fascinating miss
perfect. Trying to find her in every magnetic feminine face (* conditions
apply). Absorbing every potential beauty around him and passing it through the
process of screening, and verifying it with THE list. As a matter of fact, it’s
a cumbersome procedure without any reimbursements.
But you know what the funny thing is? It will be a totally
different scenario when you come across her. Believe me; you are in for a
surprise.
While doing his usual task, i.e., searching for a seat, the
metro guy stood breathless when he encountered her dream girl, gracefully standing
there at the platform, just a thick, broad glass-window separating them. The
list was now insignificant, as luckily he was looking at a much better version,
someone who can be the optimum foundation of a fresh upgraded list. Someone he
can look at with same zeal, over and over again. When from the sea of darkness,
a strong source of light appears, it makes you temporary blind. You can see
nothing but the hard-hitting brightness stays there for some time. Same thing
happens when you see “your-type-of-girl” in a crowded place. She shines
out from the pack of normal people, making you temporary blind towards those completely
irrelevant. The only thing that stays there in front of your bedazzled retina
is her beautiful face and it’s not hard-hitting at all.
In a parallel universe, he would've had jumped out of the metro, approached her
with a grinning face and a cheesy romantic line. But, then he realised what he
looked like, and cursed himself for missing out on all those irritating romantic
flicks. In the end, he just ogled her like a child with an unrealistic hope of
an eye-contact. Wondering what his destiny will roll out. For the first
time in his metro life, he prayed for a technical problem. So that the ride
just stops there, glued to that particular frame which is so soothing to his
eyes.
But, alas, the gate got closed and metro, like life, moved on. The metro guy just waved that opportunity and his dream girl goodbye. Still hopeful!
But, alas, the gate got closed and metro, like life, moved on. The metro guy just waved that opportunity and his dream girl goodbye. Still hopeful!
