Being the Samaritanish class they followed the rules of true performance with out having any concern on the tender eardrums. On one such passionate pathetic crooning brought the resident kindred souls of this class. Ori Baba Yes!! Finally Mr.I-am-knight-in-rust-armor saved the days and night of Ms.I-am-so-lost-n-I-Love-mufflers. Going hoarse with trumpeting there love they lost the couple of grey cells they had as they sauntered in the future. One was such a day when the hands lost there locomtory sensors and tried maligning Alpha ! malign my Alpha !! Pity I wasnt there in that auto that day ! Sigh I would love to teach how to keep hands off someday :).
Lot more was happening then this hoarse coupling. Bonding was happening right and left, up and down, front and back. One was such a fast paced one. Bling girl with her perkiness brought sunshine to thickhide and Mr. Benign. Such was the pace, it came and zapped them out for a while to be later revived by giggles and Ms. Benign. Such was the revival that men underwent reversal as lady luck danced on them. Thickhide went ahead and grabbed Giggles form Mr. Brazen. mmmm wondering about Mr. Brazen, he is one of the umpteen seniors who went through the phase of falling in and out of love finally to set on a better proposition. Who's luck ran out is still being analysed, but the one who won and lost at the same time was Thickhide.
The year was a remarkable one as this was the year when Alpha and Beta went into blogging which would in future upgrade itself as stalking. This was the time when the larks of love were on such a high pitch, the north beauty, in the small town honey dripping style went for the south Indian dirt smudged never bathed techie. Mr. Vita went on to lose his school time sweetheart, only to be blown away by the sweet rhyming sensational love letter to go on a date with Miss Tapu. The story never took away, contrarily the shy guy went to Noida and went into a love lorn bus of dreams at a time when the academics was adamant to fail him, such is life, it hangs you between good and bad, hate and love, in same moments, thankfully everything worked well for them. The owner of the first Royal Enfield went into a December- May relationship with the north-eastern beauty, who, till this latest info scavenging, are as unknown as the anti-love Osama.
Like all the life stories, this Alpha-Beta story also holds true for some side stories that ran along with it, never cheesy enough to come into the limelight of the opera. Professor Gudolium's story is exactly one of them, ran along the verge, but with immense maturity beyond their teenage and twenty something age. While after too many failed fishing in the Bay of Bengal Mr. Vita found the right connection through her homely but highest quotient for being a weirdo sister and the duo went on to become a trio, still going strong till the last information gathering. Miss Betty went silently out, tired of the forlorn and too much too and fro motion of her "Wo" from the new one to old one, went to stop and calm herself while resting on the Mr. ErGO shoulders. I think she never remembered the lines we talked sitting on the planning tank one night that "If there are too many Intersecting lines, there would be too many segments after the explode command, in an AutoCAD file, same goes for the life and relationships" I think she never got that or may be she was smarter than I thought about myself. Whatever be the case, as I look back now all these formed, lost and still going strong relationships never fail to tell me that "returning to the lost leaves, torn between the pages is always beautiful."
The year was a remarkable one as this was the year when Alpha and Beta went into blogging which would in future upgrade itself as stalking. This was the time when the larks of love were on such a high pitch, the north beauty, in the small town honey dripping style went for the south Indian dirt smudged never bathed techie. Mr. Vita went on to lose his school time sweetheart, only to be blown away by the sweet rhyming sensational love letter to go on a date with Miss Tapu. The story never took away, contrarily the shy guy went to Noida and went into a love lorn bus of dreams at a time when the academics was adamant to fail him, such is life, it hangs you between good and bad, hate and love, in same moments, thankfully everything worked well for them. The owner of the first Royal Enfield went into a December- May relationship with the north-eastern beauty, who, till this latest info scavenging, are as unknown as the anti-love Osama.
Like all the life stories, this Alpha-Beta story also holds true for some side stories that ran along with it, never cheesy enough to come into the limelight of the opera. Professor Gudolium's story is exactly one of them, ran along the verge, but with immense maturity beyond their teenage and twenty something age. While after too many failed fishing in the Bay of Bengal Mr. Vita found the right connection through her homely but highest quotient for being a weirdo sister and the duo went on to become a trio, still going strong till the last information gathering. Miss Betty went silently out, tired of the forlorn and too much too and fro motion of her "Wo" from the new one to old one, went to stop and calm herself while resting on the Mr. ErGO shoulders. I think she never remembered the lines we talked sitting on the planning tank one night that "If there are too many Intersecting lines, there would be too many segments after the explode command, in an AutoCAD file, same goes for the life and relationships" I think she never got that or may be she was smarter than I thought about myself. Whatever be the case, as I look back now all these formed, lost and still going strong relationships never fail to tell me that "returning to the lost leaves, torn between the pages is always beautiful."
mmmmmm I told ya it was Samaritan class for a reason, falling, getting up to be falling again in love. This class of friends never gave up.
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