Monday, January 23, 2006

All About Them

“ …You know… Jim Morrison was apparently quite a pervert”, she announced.
“ Oh really?”, he scoffed, “and who may I ask was your valuable source of information?”
“ The world wide web”, she replied, ignoring the sarcasm.
He answered with a grunt
“ The article said that he basically slept with anything with a vagina”, she informed him, and then went back to what she was doing to his ear.

When she dragged him along to the mall, he sulked the entire time…just like she’d thought he would. To further his embarrassment, she asked him to choose between two stilettos that she was buying. He gave her the dirtiest look that his facial muscles could manage, and walked across to the nokia store on the right.

That evening he suggested that they both go on a vacation, but she declined, because of a deadline that she had to meet at work. He tried to persuade her, but she wouldn’t comply; tempted though she was. In the end he let it go.

The next day his ex called to ask for a friend’s phone number that she had misplaced. After giving her the number, he asked her how she was, and they spoke of this and that for about half an hour. When he hung up, she was sitting on the couch, reading a very tattered ‘oliver twist’… a book she hated. He sat down next to her and tried to hold her hand, but she quickly got up, saying that she had to take a shower and gave him a list of the bills that had to be paid.

Halfway through dinner, he asked her what was wrong. She gave him a questioning look, in reply, and then continued eating. That was the end of the conversation, as far as either of them were concerned. Later that night, they made love.

Two days before the world cup, he explained the rules of football to her… perhaps for the tenth time. When she still looked confused, he told her it was incredible how she understood a far more complicated game like cricket, but just couldn’t get the hang of football!

On their girls’ day out, she and her friends went to the bridal-wear store, where they were giving a flat 25% discount on every purchase. Each of them tried on some piece of jewellery. She picked up a platinum ring, with a solitaire set on it. This was it. When she got engaged, this was the ring she wanted. It looked perfect on her-even her friends thought so…

When she reached home that evening, she tried to drop him a hint, by saying how much she’d liked a particular ring at the store. He nodded his head and then, asked her to pass him the book of sudoku puzzles. She changed into her night-clothes and went to sleep.

For their second year anniversary, she gave him the cologne that he’d run out of, and he bought her a state-of-the-art cellphone with so many features, that it would take her a month, to discover all of them. That night, they had a quiet dinner, and then danced for hours with their arms around each other.

Three months later, when she moved out of his apartment, he was at the club, playing golf. By the time he got back, she’d left. She had forgotten to take her toothbrush, and a set of night-wear that was in the dryer.

When she met him at the market the other day, he was wearing a new pair of glasses. She, he noticed had got a new haircut. When he asked her out for coffee, she refused because she had to meet a client. He didn’t try to persuade her and they left it at that.

They both got on with their lives ofcourse. She joined a new firm, and he started seeing someone else. Once in a while, they met at a common friend’s party and made polite desultory conversation… and so it went.

12 Comments:

Blogger Loony Libberswick of Llapland said...

Oh you must be thrilled ;)
The flow's back!
Very well written, really.
Except seriously, why's the guy taking the Jim Morrison thing so personally? Tor bhashaye - time to let go!! :-D

10:07 AM  
Blogger The Nutty Pea said...

o vell vell vell

3:01 AM  
Blogger Loony Libberswick of Llapland said...

I know we all go through weird phases at 15, but this is ridiculous. Who did you discover, Britney Spears?

11:39 PM  
Blogger The Nutty Pea said...

freaky chakra: morrison was indeed a "mediocre singer"...but i dont think he was a "pathetically bad poet". infact, besides his looks, and antics, poetry was his only saving grace. and...think abt it...if he'd really been such a loser without talent, why would ppl still be idolizing him, almost 40 yrs after his death? it couldnt only have been the lsd and the anti establishment mantra that kept him going.
shorty: dont get emotional...

12:07 AM  
Blogger The Absolutist said...

all the rest i can somehow digest but morrison was "a pretentious freak"??? are you talking abt jim morrison of the doors fame?? do you know what 'pretentious' even means? or atleast i dont think you did when you were fifteen. i dont think you are very musically or lyrically inclined but atleast get your history straight! I think you just got ditched by a girl in love with Jim sometime ago...dont worry you'll get over it soon!!
oh! and i have reason to take this personally...

12:28 PM  
Blogger La Marquise de Pompadour said...

Khoob bhalo dear
Ve hardly come across stuuff to read which is worthwhile now adays!!!!
Lotsa ove to you and i will be updating me blog very soon!!!

9:06 PM  
Blogger The Nutty Pea said...

ok guys...we all need to calm down now. honestly...that first paragraph of my story was meant in a very casual, conversational way....please dont take it so seriously.

10:16 PM  
Blogger The Absolutist said...

oh! JU! i shud have guessed! wannabe attention seekers....
anyway, sorry preeta for polluting your blog...and hehe...forgot to mention...it was a nice story!

12:57 AM  
Blogger rukmini said...

I already told you what I thought about this blog... Anyway, I really enjoyed reading the comments, though! especially the "jhogra" ;)

5:26 AM  
Blogger The Nutty Pea said...

freaky chakra: jo bole sonre haal satsriakal!

7:40 AM  
Blogger rukmini said...

hello...my hotmail account wont open, so i decided to post a comment here itself. I still think its very well written...i'm not being diplomatic. You know I love your writing...but its just that, somehow...I just like this particular piece a little less than the others. I still wish it would end on a happier note...and i still wish that they had decided against splitting....and even if they did, I really wish they'd kiss n' make up sooner or later. But frankly, on the whole, i still maintain that it is a very well-written piece, but personally, I would've liked a happy ending!

8:33 AM  
Blogger sayantoni said...

i just love this piece of writing.. the start, the end.. the personal touch added to it.. i can picture what u have written.. each word has been so aptly put.. bravo bravo.. khub bhalo..

10:59 AM  

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