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Wikipedia… What Have You Done? --- The Sequel.


Hey friends, trying to bounce back onto this space as early as possible. Anyway, you guys must’ve understood by now that I am making my best of keeping up my promise. Now, you guys thinking what my promise was? Hahaha….. Weak memories, let me remind you, my promise was to drop by this space as frequently as possible and be in touch with you all lovely people.

Well, a really close cousin of mine, who believes that my earlier article http://ananthveluturi.blogspot.in/2012/03/wikipedia-please-marry-her.html was truly one of his best reads and ever since he has been asking for a sequel. Of course, he has an objective. He was one of the guys who was shocked after learning about this girl’s unruly demands.


                                         (Image Courtesy: Google Images)

These demands were so terrible, trust me guys, were so harrowing. It reminded me of Shane Warne situation when Sachin Tendulkar smashed the spin master with his bat during India Vs Australia series. I am sure Shane must’ve gone back to the basics of bowling. 


Anyway, I am neither Sachin nor Shane, I am just normal guy who has few extra pounds of weight on my body (like my intro says). Coming across with such demands/ pre-requisites is truly a moment of horror.

Ok, now friends, let me get into my sequel experience. The girl was same, the fear was same rather more I should say and the insanity of her thought process was same too, might have graduated to a higher level, probably.

Few weeks ago, I was driving on a long highway with few good cousins and friends of mine and here comes the bang. Now, don’t jump into conclusions that I rammed over another vehicle. It was the same chic who called up to let me know that she finally found her Wikipedia. You know guys; I was so happy and settled in mind. I guess I was never happy even when I had my first smoke or drink or to the matter of fact, even when I kissed for the first time.

Words of merriment automatically came from my mouth and my dear readers, I must admit her hooking up with a guy was least concerned. The point of concern for me was, I can be relieved from her strange intends and irrational times of calling.

Now that she did talk to me about tall ideas of her ideal man, I was curious to ask about her man (Well, we are Indians and it is our birth right to know nitty-gritty about others. Also, I have to clarify that I am not a GAY).

Forget about her man of dreams being a Greek God, he is not even remotely close to it. Also, like she said earlier, she hates smokers (That is why she never looked into my blog. Remember my blog name?), the guy smoking frequency is nothing short of a factory chimney.

I do respect the guy’s living style and his thought process, but come to think of it, when someone aspires for something, if not fulfilled, the resultant is expected to be at least closer to the expectation. With this thought process, I further probed her on his fetish for branded apparels and accessories. 

What a rebuttal I got? The response was, “You know, you don’t know how simple he is. He doesn’t believe in pocket denting shopping. He is grounded.  Well, the guy may be grounded. But with her insane thoughts and actions, I was buried into the deepest layers of the earth.

Now the big daddy of her funny wishes, her man is hardly 5’5’’ and is standing far far away from the 6 feet benchmark. Anyway, this call has truly been hilarious and is also going to remain in my brain layers for the longest times.

All said and done, I wish the couple best of the best times, truly from the bottom of my heart and hope the girl is standing on her feet now unlike her previous irrational expectations. Before, I say bye for now, next time if you guys come across a girl who comes up with insane yapping about her dream man, direct her to this blog. May be she will understand the facts of life might not sync with aspirations each time and every time.

God Bless the Planet <3

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