Why Me?

[......again,]

Its that time of the year when I look forward for the new relationship. While going for a walk or playing a computer game or working in office or chatting or  even when just simply having a break at home.

I simply look forward to them, becuase,

1. There is no better thing for me to do
2. Nothing really
3. The relationships eventually happen
4. and most importantly, I try hard to gain them.

Year by year the count increased with a mutual collabaration and understanding of all these relations. How I manage, don’t ask me, it really is a good… great job- well done.

They grew as my feelings for them grew over the years. From the lower grades to the upper grades to the offices to the parks, every where I try and throw my jadoo and get atleast a consolation. They frown at me first. And then that flickering smile that enlightens me and then the stream of smiles we have together share later, steals the cup home. Dine-Inn’s – Take Away’s – Cafe’s – Subway’s, everywhere we will be. Victorious!

And then this time of the year apporaches and the shows start. They slowly start revealing the dreaded secrets. Now, these revelations changed from year to year, gal to gal. But I was consistent both in my tries and my luck. God!

One started saying about her lost love and the other about a building relationship. One about the family problems and the other about the betryal of their cousin’s – friend’s – brother’s – friend’s love. Pity me! No one bothered about me or my feelings. All the happiness erased in just a month or so and I wait for the D-day to come to findout the real truth. And the day comes and goes with the unique relevation for me – They aren’t for me!

I never understand why and how they saw the other person in me which I never wanted to show off.  I never was one, I never will be and most of all I never want to be – atlest to them! Ofcourse, I understand them, I support them, they can bank on me; but I never expected this to turnout like this to me, though I am charming. Why it happens to me[me, me, .....]?

Every I time I get “band”ed and swear to save them, protect them – and don’t expect the love back. And then every mail/message/chat starts with the line, Dear Bhai.

I started accepting all kinds of Rakhis now. I can start a Raksha Bandhan Special Store in my room. I have everything that a guy needs to be banded, from Rakhis’ to the cute greeting cards to the sindhoor to what not, everything. And this time all my relations  I accumulated over the years are celebrating the dreaded festival at my place. Talk about the festive offers.

Wonderful!

But Why Me???

Whatever, as the time is ripe again and Rakhi is over, I can again look forward…

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