Just when I thought my life was boring...

This happened last week as I was taking the bus to campus, an inherently boring and quite routine thing I do in my life. But this time, there was something different. A female voice beside me asked, "Are you Prashanth?"

Now, I don't want to call her Mystery Girl. That sounds too cliched. So let's call her Girl With Cute Accent. GWCA for short. The conversation went something like this:

GWCA: Are you Prashanth?

Me: (a little off-guard) Yes...?

GWCA: (shyly - I swear) I've read your blog.

(Well, it sounded more like "blawg", but as mentioned already, accent was cute, so I didn't mind one bit.)

Me: (at a loss for words) (must've had my mouth open for a second or two) How did you know it was me?

GWCA: (shrugs) Must've seen your photograph somewhere.

Me: (completely baffled as to how that could have happened) Er... hmmmm... and you are?

(For anonymity's sake we'll skip a part of the story. But I'm a vain guy, and I was curious about one thing...)

Me: What did you think of my blog?

GWCA: (a little too quickly) It was interesting.

(Now, if there's one thing I can count on in my life, it's Murphy's Law of Single Men: All the cute women you meet never find anything interesting about you. Not even something as insignificant as your blog. So, naturally I was a bit suspicious.)

Me: (with raised eyebrow) You're just being polite.

GWCA: (with a mischevious twinkle in her eye) Yes.

(Damn, couldn't she have continued being polite a little longer?)

GWCA: Did you know you're famous?

(Here I almost fell off the seat before I realized that the mischevious glint was still there. O-K-A-Y. Sarcasm, the most abundant entity in this world. I guess I can live with it.)

I guess girls can never change one basic aspect of their character: they are wicked. It's just the way God made them. But, as with a lot of other things in this world, I can live with that. Anyway, as it turns out, the girl lives in the same apartment complex as I, and takes the same bus route everyday as I. She was surprised that she hadn't noticed me the whole of last year, or she would have said hello earlier. No surprise for me. When was the last time any girl had noticed me for any reason?

Well, at least the incident broke the monotony of my life for a while. To GWCA and all the people who read my inane little ramblings: thank you and keep visiting!

Cheers,
Prashanth.