People don’t pay heed to my advice when it comes to issues regarding the opposite sex. Such people learn life the hard way. Botsu was one such person.
In the penultimate semester of college, when we were asked to form groups for the main project, I had time and again reminded Botsu that it would be better if he formed a boys-only group. I had my own reasons for that:
1. You don’t lose your concentration due to the presence of the fairer sex.
2. Time is not unnecessarily wasted due to flirting.
3. You’ll not be prone to
proximity infatuations.
4. You don’t have to find yourself eavesdropping their chittering and chattering and gossips.
5. They are of no use when it comes to the transportation of equipments.
6. Late night discussions at one’s place are not possible.
Etc etc etc.
So I tactfully formed a boys-only group to stay away from unnecessary troubles and travails. But despite my constant warnings, Botsu was blinded by the sweet words and guileful tactics of Jam babe and Shubs that he ended up being in their group.
The last words I said to him were, “As you sow, so you reap, but don’t weep”.
Botsu: “You squirmy little squirrel, I know that you’re jealous of my macho looks and sex appeal. And I know that you want me to end up a loser like you. But cut it out, it ain’t working buddy.”
To each his own. I didn’t even bother to reply.
Now let’s wind the clock a few months forward.
“KILL ME!! Somebody please kill me!”, Botsu’s voice echoes in the hallways of college.
“My project is a mess, my life is a mess, and errr my hair is a mess. Why O Why, Lord, didn’t you give the right sense to follow the precious advice of Thomas”
Botsu had to face a multitude of problems with Jam babe and Shubs in addition to the fact that the girls did zero work. Altercations! Arguments! Blaming! Finally it was decided that the girls would prepare the project report.
Botsu’s sense of relief was shattered two days prior to the D-day of submission of the report when he heard that the girls haven’t even started typing the report. Jam babe assures Botsu that she types super fast and will complete the report the next day and they’ll submit it without any delay.
The next day, Jam babe and Shubs goes to the internet café to type the report (as her computer had some problems). By evening, the girls phone Botsu, says they completed all the work, and returns home. After some time Botsu gets another phone call.
Jam babe: “errr, Botsu, there’s a small problem”
Botsu: “Are you sure it’s small?”
Jam babe: “Ya ya, don’t worry. We forgot to copy the files to the pen drive”
BZAAT!! Botsu has a heart attack.
Jam babe: “I’m gonna go right to the café now and copy the files. Problem solved. Now be a smart boy and come tip-top tomorrow to submit the report”
After some time Botsu gets yet another phone call.
Jam babe: “I’m at the café now. There seems to be another problem”
Botsu: “What? What? What?!!”
Jam babe: “I can’t find the files in this stupid computer. I think……...I think I forgot to save the files!”
Swooooooon. THUD!! Botsu faints.
Epilogue:The next day, Botsu tries to convince the teacher how his dog ate his 150 page project report and how a lightning struck his computer destroying the soft copy of the report, but to no avail. Finally he had to plead, beg and fall onto the feet of the teacher to extend the date of submission. Botsu says it’s a lesson he learned the hardest way, that,
"Never trust your life or project report in the hands of a woman"
