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Thursday, 6 August 2009

If Looks Could Kill

When you perceive somebody’s attention on you out of the corner of your eyes, you have the liberty to think that the person is actually staring at you. So what do you do? You can clear your throat and stall for some time before mustering up the courage to ask the person whether he has any problem. But what if you don’t have the nerve to do it? You can’t just sit there and bear the brunt of it, can you? You start thinking about the various reasons the person has to stare at you. If the person belongs to the same sex, you take enough time to run your fingers through your hair for your own satisfaction. Then you look carefully to see if the person is still staring at you. OMG! The person can’t still be gawking at you like that. Well… There must be another reason. You continue to think, pushing the other imperative things to the back of your mind. Why is this person looking at me like this? You squirm in your seat uncomfortably (you fidget even if you are standing) and turn your head the other way helplessly.

It is one of the most possible things in life that the person is looking right through you. You pray sincerely that that might be the reason and peep at the “object of enigmatic perception” and you could have sworn that the person actually smiled at you. The clock shows fifteen minutes past the time when you first realized the person’s ardent worship of your face. Fifteen minutes and you still haven’t come up with any ideas as to why the nut looks at you like you have suddenly sprouted horns on your head. You touch your head anyway to dissolve your not-so-stupid doubt. Interesting! The person has a very very good reason to still stare at you. Probably, you look like the person’s late grandparent. Enough is enough! You religiously ignore the person for the next five minutes and then turn your head to check… Gosh! This is it! You have gathered enough courage and proof to question the person!!! You close in the few yards between the person and you and…you start…

Be direct and precise. Don’t give the person any time to think. Present your arguments and just flee the scene. You open your mouth, but the person wins the mental battle. “You have something on your nose and for the past fifteen minutes I had been contemplating on how to tell you….” Alright alright…It’s not as if the whole world caved in on you……

Okay!! Let us rewind the entire situation. We will start right from the part when you actually perceive somebody’s attention on you. And you notice that the person is of the opposite sex. Your face twists into an expression of curiosity. You start your typical job. You pat your hair, but you make sure that it makes you look even more amicable than you already are. You put on an alluring look on your face and smile as you go about your work. (All the above allegations depend upon the type of personality, your aficionado has.) You gape back at the person so that even the asinine of people can make out that, you are actually ogling at the person (well, in a subtle way?). Whoa! The person’s scrutiny is giving you a chill down your spine. Yeah baby! You have enough acumen in you to decipher the fact that, you belong to a breed of specially created homo sapiens whom the rest of the intimates call “good looking”. But such a finely tuned gaze is almost driving you crazy with a special power, which you have never felt before (provided you are not a narcissist). You shift, irrespective of your posture and continue your not-so-blatant actions. Finally you start to do what our fore fathers did thousands of years ago- thinking! Why is this person staring at me like this? You badly wish for a mirror to check if everything about you is pristine……

You are dying to know the reason behind this unusual portrayal of undisguised interest. You turn away and try to get absorbed into your work. But the person’s expression of honest adulation (hey, it’s as you perceive it to be!) keeps your already blistering gray cells all the more occupied and you seem to have lost interest for anything else in life. Suddenly the driving force of your life seems to lie in that arcane reason for the gaze. You close your eyes for a moment and when you open them, you are staring right into the most beautiful pair of eyes you have ever seen in your entire imperceptible life. Intuition tells you to take the reins of the much-anticipated conversation. But the person beats you to it… (Isn’t there a vague repetition of history somewhere?) “There is something on your nose. I had been ruminating on how to reach you…”

CUTTTT!!!

4 comments:

  1. haha....no comments....i do the staring too (only to chics)....its good fun....

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