Collected Short Stories by MeMyself_n_I : Part II

Story 2 : the one with my 'twin soul'

this one is slightly weird, and u might not even find it funny, because it is somewhat of an inside joke between me and my friends. but here goes nothing. also it's not a story in the true sense of the word so....

one day, about a month after college had started, i got up on the bus and saw an exact replica of myself sitting on the seat in front of me. the same wavy, slightly messy hair, the same black t-shirt, same black belt, the same loose blue jeans and pretty much the same height. i was like, "jesus christ, she looks EXACTLY like me!!"

i was thinking to myself, "man how can somebody look so similar?". right then she turned around and i saw that it wasn't a 'she' at all; it was a guy!!!

the whole thing made me awfully sad, and i never got to hear the end of it from my friends. still constantly hear extremely lame jokes about my 'twin soul'.

for the record, now i know the guy personally, which makes the whole thing damn funny somehow.

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story 3: the one where i screw up!!

i had planned to not do this(interrupt my chronological collection of short stories, that is) but as if plans ever work out!

before going ahead i would like to formally anounce that i am a DUMBASS. okay, i can proceed now.

yesterday, while coming back from college, these 2 extremely cute guys got on my bus. i was surreptitiously checking then out, and thinking to myself, "why don't i ever get to meet guys like these?'. their brilliant english and their highly intellectual, and at the same time extremely witty conversation only served to add to their attractiveness-quotient. they were standing, and when the seat next to mine was vacated, one of them sat there.

that cheered me up enormously, and i couldn't pay too much of attention to the book i was reading(catcher in the rye, for the record). after a while i gave up trying to read and closed it(that shows my level of distraction, coz this book is one my favorites, and i can read it a million times).

okay, now comes the best bit.

Cute Guy - hey, i had made a bet with myself. are u doing history?
Me - no, i'm doing eco.
CG - oh ok.
Me - why did u think that? do u know somebody who looks like me who's doing history?
CG - no i thought english honours would be too obvious, that's why i said history. (!!! now that's a pickup line if i've ever heard one!!!)
Me - oh ok. well it's one of my favorite books.

and then i just stopped talking! i stopped talking!! a few minutes later my stop came and i climbed down and the guy went out of my life forever. :-(

stories are not really supposed to have an analysis in the end, but hey, this is my blog so i can do whatever i want! my point is, till now i had been cribbing about how circumstances are always against me and how things are "spiralling out of my control" and basically making a lot of melodramatic statements. and now, when circumstances were perfect, and things were completely in my control, i manage to completely screw things up. at the risk of sounding terribly terribly melodramatic(yet again), fate finally paves a way for me and i turn around and walk the other way!

footnote : this is highly embarrasing but i'll still say it(as a lesson to me and also for another reason, which u shall soon see). today i actually caught the same bus(the 4 o'clock one) in the hopes of meeting the guy again! talk about wishful thinking.

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okay this is a terribly lame thing to do but my friends have talked me into it.
if the aforementioned guy, by any chance, comes accross this blog, then, "hi, i'd like to tell u that i'm not an arrogant bitch. and that it would be nice if u were still interested in continuing that conversation....."

phew, that's done! never done a dumber thing than that.

(also now u know the 2nd reason behind the footnote)