9 Things To Do If You’re Friendzoned…

Confused about what to do if you’re friendzoned? Take some advice from Archit. Here’s what you should do:

9. Watch The Big Bang Theory’s ‘The Good Guy Fluctuation’ (Season 5 Episode 7) and relate with Leonard’s dilemma of being either a good guy or a bad guy.
“The problem is, I wanna be that kind of guy.”

8. Listen to your friends’ problems, and you get to know what not to do in a relationship.
“I know how to make a relationship work, it’s not long before girls start drooling over me.”

7. Watch all the Bollywood romance movies, and give yourself hope. Because hope, is the best.
“If Sushant Singh Rajput can get Parineeti Chopra, I can surely get a girl I like.”

6. Keep calm, because singers don’t write a bad song about their friends (generally).
“Yay! Taylor doesn’t want to burn her best friend’s picks, Adele doesn’t want to rain fire upon her buddy. I’m safe from lyrical destruction!”

5.Try imagining the joy you’ll have at all your friends’ marriages in the future, especially if you’re Indian.
“Bhai, the food is so great here. A good Biryani can make you forget everything.”

4. Save the world, because apparently, that gets the attention of girls.
“It is tough trying to be spiderman, but it still is easier than getting a girl.”

3. Evaluate the benefits you have of being in the friendzone, like being able to spend time with her without much of a burden and talking to girls more easily.
“At least her dad doesn’t want to kill me.”

2. Worship Ronald Weasley. He’s your idol, your god. He made it out of friendzone, ALIVE.
You won’t get Emma Watson, but then god is god for a reason.
“Please, God. Show me the way, enlighten me, I’ll take extra classes too.”

1. Well, Start writing a blog about it. 😉

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The Repercussions Of Benevolence… Part-I

“Oh freak! I’ve missed the bus.” Archit was furious.”That makes it 2 weeks in a row!” He’d have to walk to school again. He shook his head. “Why can’t I catch the bus? What sins have I done in my past life?” Archit’s soliloquy continued till realization of being late dawned upon him and he started walking.

Trying to cope up with his situation, he started thinking all sorts of things all through the 3 kilometer long journey.

He reached the school and stopped, breathless. He admired his run, which took just 55 minutes and 45 seconds.

“Let me guess. You missed the bus and got late and they didn’t let you in.” Mrs. Singhania was visibly angry. Archit tried not to make eye contact, apologized and went into his room. He had nothing to do all day and his thoughts wandered from being late to the school, to his best experiences in the school, to the fact that he was gonna finish school very soon. It made him sad. He would miss everything, the school greens, the auditorium, the teachers, his friends, everyone.

They had become family to him, and he promised to keep in touch with everyone, a promise he knew he couldn’t keep. Bit by bit, his thoughts strayed through every part of the school, living and non-living, till they landed on Ayesha.

Ayesha, his first love.
Ayesha, his first friend.

He had first met her during the annual function of the school, and was immediately enchanted by her simple and modest aura. He was in seventh.

With hair combed down like a 60’s hero, he was full of confidence when he approached her. Her fairy-like appearance captivated him right away. With her hair tied in a pigtail, her mesmerizing shiny eyes formed a perfect base for her tiny nose and beautiful lips that settled perfectly on her circular face.

Their bond grew almost at the speed of light and they both were well acquainted with each other very soon. They had a lot in common, and would sometimes talk late into the night. The feeling was new for Archit, he had never felt so happy, so excited. It was like a Bollywood song for him.

It confused him and he remembered deciding to seek help from his friends. After the inital ‘Ooohs’ and ‘Aaahs’, they told him to go ask her out, without giving it much thought. Archit was nervous and scared. He had never asked anyone out before, and he was quite edgy as he considered the option.

After giving it much thought, he had finally reached a conclusion, to wait for a few months or so, waiting to see if she gives some signal of any kind of inclination towards him.

It was a few weeks before his class 8th first semester examinations, after school, as Archit and Ayesha were walking towards their buses, Archit looked upon her, her face glimmering in the humid September weather. Although suddenly motivated by an invisible force to ask her out at that moment itself, he knew it wasn’t the right time, he knew he’d have to wait.

He’d have to wait, just like the readers who’ll have to wait to know what happens next.

An Unconventional Approach to a Traditional Concept

Archit felt the pleasant air weighing him down as he walked around, circling the terrace.

It was half past midnight,he couldn’t sleep.

After trying for an hour to find as little as an ounce of sleep, he decided to get some fresh air. It was difficult to get to the terrace without waking up his parents, but he made it, credit goes to his ninja skills.

That movie had got him thinking, and his philosophical mind would not let his thoughts wander away. He had to get his ideas clear, only then would he be allowed the heavenly pleasure of sleep. The amazing movie had the typical backceiling (read Background) found in most movies of the 21st Century – “Good Vs. Evil”

The movie planted a seed in his mind, a seed that unsettled him greatly. His mind furiously diverted its thinking to analyse the definition of ‘Good’ or ‘Evil’. Various theories came to his mind, but none of them satisfied him. Was Evil just the absence of Good, or was Evil a consequence of brainless frustration and anger that swayed people from their paths?

Was Evil only about psychotic urges, or was it more complex?

Was Evil as shallow as lack of mercy, sympathy and empathy, or did it have a deeper meaning?

Good and Evil have different meanings for everyone, and it may be hard to believe but those meanings define our way of living. Do we not attempt to achieve the ideal, ‘good’ self we believe in?

All our lives we try to attain that state of perfect ‘good’, and that state is different for everybody. We all have different goods and evils, and the expression of good as beneficial to the society and evil as harmful to the society us merely a general adaptation of these concepts, an adaptation that makes us believe in miracles, and believing in miracles is good, it gives us hope.

Find out what you consider exemplary in your life, and work towards attaining it, because that is what will give you the maximum satisfaction. And satisfaction, my friend, is what we all thrive for.

His destiny, Her choices… Part-II

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His Destiny, Her Choices… Part I

After the phone call, Archit knew his slight chance with Jasleen was gone.

He had come so close, yet he had made a mistake somewhere. Was it when he went on long walks with her? Was it when he listened to her seemingly endless problems and comforted her? Or was it when he supported every decision she made? Archit could never know.

He went for a walk outside, only to find himself clouded with thoughts of that phone call. Jasleen had asked him to meet her at the ice cream shop near their society, because she wanted him to meet someone.

Archit was shattered, broken. He chose not to think about anything or anyone related with Jasleen for the moment, trying to clear his thoughts and then take pity on himself and his bad luck, if not anything else. His mind now clear, he sat on a bench to solve his dilemma.

He could sense his coping mechanisms working to help him endure this state of utter helplessness. His hope was revived, and he decided to go meet that someone.

“Hi Archit!” Jasleen was standing outside the shop with a boy that most people would call handsome. He had short soft hair that were carefully combed to perfect tapering ends. One look at his body would assure that he was well built. His perfect skin tone was complimented by long narrow eyes positioned above his long nose. Archit instantly hated him. He could understand why Jasleen must have liked him. He was just perfect, ideal boyfriend material. He was Archit’s exact opposite.

“Hello!” Archit greeted both of them, warily eyeing the malevolent stranger.

“This is Jay. Jay, this is Archit.” Jasleen went on talking, exhilarated, but Archit did not pay attention to her words. They seemed distant, like they were far away, yet so near, almost within his grasp. Almost.

He felt sadness gripping him, sadness that he had not experienced in a long time. But it was not the time to show that, he realized. He had to act strong. He had to be strong.

Archit refused to believe he could be that naive.

A quarter of an hour later, when Archit finally broke off from his chain of thoughts and decided to listen to Jalseen, he registered the fact that Jay was actually her cousin.

“No one really believes it, but I think I should let you know that he’s my cousin!”

He did not remember anything after that clearly, except the immense relief he had experienced, he was overjoyed. In his joy he made a decision, a decision to let Jasleen know, let her know that she was the best thing that had happened to him in a long time, let her know that he desired to be more than just friends, and let her know that she is to him as Adamantium is to Wolverine, as Mjollnir is to Thor, and as J.A.R.V.I.S is to Tony Stark .

After reaching home, Archit called Jasleen, and asked her to meet him outside her flat at sharp 6 in the morning. He did not forget to ask her to come alone. Jasleen’s thoughts were the last that came to his mind before he fell asleep that day.

Full of excitement, and a little nervous, Archit walked out in the morning to meet Jasleen. She was there, waiting for him just outside her flat. Archit asked her to follow him as he walked up stairs to reach the roof. It was bare, with pipelines running around in a haphazard maze-like formation.

They were just in time.

“Hurry!” Archit requested Jasleen, who was almost there, panting as she climbed the stairs.

“What are we gonna do at the roof, Archit?”

“It’s a little surprise for you, come on up, fast.”

Archit could feel her getting curious as she finally reached the roof. The view from the roof was amazing. They could see a belt of trees to the south and west, whereas the North side was marked by rows of buildings and roads. But what got their attention was the view to the east. There was a line of trees standing along a road, which seemed to touch the horizon. And at that moment, from beneath the horizon came the brilliantly shining, everlasting sun.

Jasleen immediately understood why Archit had got her up so early and bought her here. She was instantly spellbound by the beauty of the rising sun. She felt grateful, grateful of having Archit with her, the kind, helpful, perfect Archit, who was and would forever be there for her anytime she needed him.

“It’s just like you, isn’t it? The rising sun. Beautiful.” Archit was beginning to let his feelings escape his thoughts. ” You know, Jasleen, since I met you, I’ve changed, and I know I’ve changed for good, and you’re the one who has changed me. You are responsible for bringing out the good in me, for making me better. I can’t express how I feel right now, but it is the best feeling in the world, to be here with you. I like you, Jasleen, and I wish to be more than just friends. I want to take our friendship to the next level.”

Jasleen was surprised. She did not expect this at all. She did not know how to reply to Archit. He was sweet, caring, just perfect. She could be totally open with him, and she could be totally crazy with him. Yet, she did not want to take a step further. Their friendship was at a point where her decision would shape the entire future of it. She could not help it, she did not feel the same way. She did not want to do what she did next, but for Archit’s sake she had to do it. Or else he would keep thinking of her, she would be a distraction for him. She had to do it.

She slapped Archit really hard and walked away as stiffly as she could, hiding her tears.

Surprisingly, Archit did not feel sad. Instead, he felt light, he felt as if a huge burden had been lifted from his head, and he felt enlightened. He now clearly understood his mistake. He had failed to think about the difference between a friendship and a romantic relationship, and had paid the price. But he was not downhearted by Jasleen’s reaction, she could not be blamed. He was glad she had come into his life, if only to serve her purpose as a lesson.

A lesson well learned by Archit Singhania.