Tuesday, 15 November 2011

EPISODIC STORY WRITING

                                                           YOU AGAIN!
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Even while i was applying mascara on my puffy red eyes i knew it was a really bad idea! Crashing on a party uninvited, how could it turn out to be fruitful! The party was supposedly of someone Neha used to know, she blushed while the caller kept insisting her to come down. She wanted to go, i had nothing else to do, suffice is to say we went!
The party was on a rooftop, it was an unofficial party, if busted you gotta deal with people living in the apartment!
Anyways it wasn't anything worth screaming at,
what i expected:- A bunch of rocker dude guys, long hair, hippie looks, booze and lots of girl...some smoking and some dancing! girls and guys nuzzling in an inappropriate manner making the atmosphere cooler!!
what i got:- Mature geeks, boy with boy -cut hairdos, nothing remotely dangerous about them, not even tattooed:( eating pizza secretly on rooftop of some lame apartment building like it was a heinous crime...
THE CHRONICLES OF EMBARRASSMENT


  •  i had tank top on (smoldering hot)
  • those were the last guys on earth i wanted to attract, computer geeks....
  • Neha went on stroll with her old school-mate while i was feeling too aware of myself and the pizza flavor mixed with swigs of cold drink in my mouth 
"hi" a guy sat next to me,
"hi.." 
"you are new here?" the guy with a weird accent asked,
"yeah and i gotta go, my boyfriend is hooking up with some other girl, its an emergency!"
i stood up and didn't bother to turn if he bought my explanation...
the party was shitty and i had no one i could really talk to (guys drooling at me wasn't helping!) 
idea was clear, get the hell outta apartment, get to the metro, reach my station , PG and sleep and kill Neha when she returns!
i walked down the CP METRO station, just when i was about to turn, i saw a genuinely  super-hot girl rummaging her huge Gucci handbag , she was in cue, fanatically searching for her metro card.
In her panic, so much so she spurted the 500 RS note.
Anyways, i was broke and needed the money, so i cowered and surreptitiously took it...until i felt the dark glance falling over me, i never expected to see him again, rather i prayed he never shows up again! yet the idiot from the CP was standing before me, eying my 500 lottery!


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1 comment:

  1. i dont knw wt shud i comment on...tank top or comp geeks...;)

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