She was the GIRL, once...!

She was drop dead gorgeous, always smiling, counter attack specialist, her neurons flew faster than the speed of light, she had money and above all she knew every single bit of a species called GUYS. (Except me & Karan), I’m not flaunting but she actually didn’t.

 

Though, I hate her to the limits for no reason or may be for her over smartness, she’s the only girl in my circle with whom I didn’t share my number. My friend ‘Hell boy’as I call him (reciprocal of the name KARAN is NARAK, narak means Hell so …I gave it to him) was after her.

 

She had tons of money, she wore Jimmy Choo and Aldo in a time when we guys vigorously flaunted our Action and Campus pairs. Her white SUV (Safari) had the 16 channel stereo system. Her dad was a broker or something like that, a big fat fish in the ocean of trading.

 

Karan, a guy with superb brains a masculine built, third most infamous Casanova in our PATHSHALA. I always wondered why the hell this Chutiya was after her. I was standing next to her in Mojo, a well known pub in DLF City Centre, Mehrauli- Gurgaon Road & he proposed her, & she agreed. She now had all the necessary things in personal or professional life to be happy each and every minute.

 

She had the best guy, best car, best friends and above all the most annoying enemy in the form of Kabir. The only thing which I adored in her personality was, she never flaunted. In short “Porsche GT Carrera 911 never shouts….it seems.

 

Time changed so did the GIRL and her attitude. She became more dominating and my poor friend became more DECENT. A guy who never cared about the timings and other shit when we guys roamed, drank, smoked Joints, and Senty talks, suddenly changed into Moma’s or you can say Gf’s well cultured, decent Kid. She dominated him as hell, she made him what he hated to be once. We guys started calling him a Well Trained Dog.

 

Now, She Owned Karan, She Owned Money.
& I, I was moved on from the shit.


 

3 years later, Today

 

She’s now working in some multinational company in US to live her luxurious livelihood, a girl who used to throw sarcasm, who never spoke sweetly to any darn one, is now interacting with n number of different people for no reason with a pleasing smile and unwanted formalities and sugarcoated talks. She’s become a PR. Now, she flaunts everything ! and it varies from her Cell phone to her new branded bra. Money controls her profession and the way she lives. Today, the money she owned once, owns her.

 

Karan, finally gave up and left her. A girl who never really cared about her guy in a decent way , who never listened to him, despite of having a mammoth friend circle she never introduced him to her friends except a few, is now cribbing for him every single guy, she cries, she yells and sometime she behaves like BTM’s (Behanzi Turn Modern). She actually FLAUNTS about the number of guys that are after her, Karan is still in touch with her but in some other way, HE made her a Long distance slave. Today, He owns her, her emotions, her lifestyle.

 

Despite of having so many guys and becoming a self proclaimed hot cake in her office, she’s alone. All alone except for some of her Imaginary friends, may be.



There’s a quote from one of my all time favorite film David Fincher’s Fight Club, “The things you own end up owning you.”


& yes, It truly does.

PS: Though, my hatred is still intact. I really wish things will go simpler to her. She was cute actually.

PPS: In the fond memory of “SHE”