When CUPID strikes......

I was watching 'Notting hill' on TV the other day. I have seen this movie a number of times but can watch it many more times. I am a movie buff and love those romantic comedies. They inspire many stupid actions.

It’s also nearing woman’s day. Everyone talks about women (don’t we do all the time) during this time. I wanted to do my bit too.

The protagonist of this story is a 19 year young girl (they are always young). As always keeping the name a secret, I would call her ‘The S”. Apart from studying, this young lady seemed to specialize in event management. The reason I say that is she and her group were recently involved in organizing many a ‘25^th year wedding anniversaries’.

She seems to be nurturing an alternate career for herself as a 25^th year anniversary specialist (the only disadvantage would be that she may never be able to repeat her clients. How many do we know who will celebrate 25^th anniversary twice in their life?). I have not been lucky enough to witness her event management skills, but I heard she can give the ‘Barjatiyas’ a run for their money.

During a few of her events, she was associated with a young man, who among everything else was a distant relative too (I hope not the Rakhi tying type). Again keeping the name a secret, I would like to call him ‘The V’. Being in the spring of their lives, both passed on plenty of vibes and text messages (SMSes) to each other. Keeping hands off the key pad became a difficult thing.

Cupid finally struck and they SMSed their way to each other’s heart. The fact that the names of all important people in ‘The V’s” life started with ‘S’ accelerated this process.

During the twilight of a fine day ‘The V’ SMSed the big question. A customary no at 7 pm was followed with a big yes at 10 pm. The string of SMSes continued throughout the night and sleep was not the luxury they needed that night. But they did hit the sack for a couple of hours.

‘The S’ looked forward to the morning and as expected her message box was full. She was surprised to see messages from many unexpected numbers. A few of this were known numbers and many were unknown numbers. The one she knew had a strange naughty tone in their SMSes. And the ones she did not know seemed to know a lot about her. This was strange initially but disturbing as the trend continued. Her message tone kept ringing and was catching the attention of ‘Hitler’ mom.

‘The S’ did not know what was happening but she had to figure it out quick. Something unexpected happened, her message tone screamed again and it was from ‘The V’s” mother. Suddenly the tube light went on. ‘The S’ realized that the news was out in the open. Her world had changed forever, so had her identity.

Vodafone night talk option and unlimited messaging option had changed her life forever. Luckily, her parents had a BSNL connection. Finally she started liking the BSNL connection.

She gave up her limited option phone for another one which could hold many more phone numbers.

I vaguely remember having heard of some obscure word called ‘privacy’. Not sure if it still exists in the dictionary.