The Raghavan Instincts

I sit on my cot, leaning on a wall, fiddling with my phone. I'm at awe with Android, which makes me think of an operating system, and in turn Linux; Windows; I stare at the window next to me, and I see that it's raining outside; water water everywhere not a drop to drink; poetry; how I'm so terrible at it; what else am I terrible at?; literature, music, dance; arts for that matter; who knows it all?; Kamal Hassan?; what phone does he use?; a Moto in vEttaiyAdu viLaiyAdu; Goutham Menon; viNNaiththANdi varuvAyA; love; singledom; #ForeverAlone; marriage; kids; house; car; social pressure; job; money; economy; politics; corruption; desire; misery; humanity; evolution; science; technology; engineering; electronics; communication; telephones; mobiles; Nokia 1100; Lumia; oh, how I wish Nokia had made an Android phone; Android; I'm still looking at my phone. A circle of thoughts gets completed as another begins, and I try to shut it down, only to fail miserably. I've bee...

Ever since I made my first proposal, I've always been a loser. Faced a denial on my first. Also with the second. And with the third too. Wait. There was no third ! Now I remember. That's when I mentally woke up, telling myself this simple thing, "Dude, you aren't worth her !" One of my friends tried to console me otherwise, but those didn't matter much, for all that remained then was only pain. Just pain & nothing else. Dramatic, eh ? No ? #Ok. Anyway, to my knowledge *limited, of course !* , this is what happens with many guys. Most I'd say. To put it short, one can use the tagline of the popular rom-com, VTV 's mom,  500 Days of Summer . Like this. This is not a love story. This is a story about love. Or this one, preferably. Boy meets girl. Boy falls in love. Girl doesn't . See? Simple, no?  Yes. It's bound to look simple. But it mostly isn't. Life is a vicious circle. The single guys appear to be ...