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Catches, Condoms and Commitment


A for apple… B for ball… C for…cat… also Commitment… Catches… Condoms… So the more I have known the human race, the more these words have intrigued me. I know I have a long way to go… but what the heck! I don’t mind sharing what I have learnt so far. 

Catches - Makes men run towards them. Especially if there’s a cricket match between India and Pak and an easy catch is missed. We might lose the match and it means a HELL lot to the entire nation!! It makes the adrenaline rush to all the parts of the body.
A hot babe at the work place, the doll in your coll, or just the next door neighbour. If she is in your arms, that’s one hell of a catch!


  • If it itches, we scratch the catch. Live with it. 
  • When the live cricket matches in on, we prefer to be left untouched and undisturbed. Would really appreciate if you scratch our backs once in while we adjust our butts in the right place. 
  • We still think Mallika Sherawat is a good catch and she has a better bust than you. Accept it, or get implants.

Condoms - Someone I know says that condoms are the best invention ever! Well said my friend. A MUST have for all the SAFE reasons. “Flavours” and “types”, these terms seem relevant once you start using it.
Your database about sex, condoms and positions gets updated frequently. You become a member of the elite group “WE DO IT”. You take a peek at the row of condoms kept in the top shelf of a famous store. The Condom ads don’t embarrass you anymore. You smile to yourself after seeing the ad of particular brand, and think, “I know it’s not that good”.
For all the pleasure which has no measure.


  • We don’t like to use condoms, as a contraceptive. If you think we have AIDS, find another mate.
  • No, we don’t like the condom ringtone. (
  • Flavoured condoms? Curse the guy who never takes a bath. 
  • We do fantasize about porn actresses.

Commitment - This one is the most controversial words ever. If you stick to it, you might get hurt. If you don’t, then too you can land yourself in trouble. What makes people get into a commitment?
An assurance. ?
The idea of being with one person?
Just love?
What makes people run away from commitment?
I guess the same.

I guess people miss out on a very important factor called assurance. Sometime assurance acts as first level to commitment. A very dicey stage. If people can handle it, there is nothing better than that.
I feel most of us are not able to differentiate between an assurance and a commitment. According to me, assurance plays a vital role. Sometimes it becomes more important than commitment. It can be a small straw that can help the ant sail through the stream of water.

Most of the people I meet are usually scared or shy of commitment. They have given me the most logical, and at the same time, the weirdest reasons.
“So, I like this girl since childhood but not sure if she is the one.”!!
“It’s too early to decide” 
“I am just a 30 year old woman… I can’t commit”
“I love you a lot but my alter ego does not allow me to commit”!  I won’t be surprised if I actually hear this one someday.

I have also met girls, who kept bumping in to guys who wanted to commit the first time they met. Give the poor soul some space to breathe!!!
I have been through the situation where I did not want to commit. Not because I was scared of it, but because I was not ready for it. I guess I needed my space. Once that phase (really short) passed, I was back to be where I am most comfortable, being committed. (That does not mean I am a relationship addict) Anyways, for me, what was a short span of time is actually how some people live a large part of their life.
I am slightly biased towards people who can commit, are loyal and dedicated in a relationship. 


  • We’d rather have the dog committed to us, it doesn’t nag or shop.
  • We are also committed to oogling at the chick showing her hot cleave.
  • For a change, we’d like to be asked out by a girl for a change. Yeah, we suck. But only the good things.

Vinni certainly made HIS point!! I am really keen to read what the rest of you have to say about this. So go on, talk about the catch you missed or did not. Your physic about commitment. I am sure you have a lot to speak about condoms. :D

Beauty and the dork

Let’s be honest. I was not the most sought after guy in school. I was the average guy, with large plastic spectacles, and a hairstyle like the good boys we see in movies. Neatly combed with coconut oil, and dripping wet.

For a dork like me, that I landed with the hottest chick in school surprised me. I don’t get it still. For some reason, we always hid it from people. They would have made too big a deal of it; and I was seriously ill prepared to handle the taunts. We used to go behind the school grounds to usually talk in the lunch breaks.


Like all thirteen year olds I was a jerk, and knew nothing about what one had to say to girls. My idea of a romantic conversation was usually talking about how much hot she looked or just repeating ‘I love you’, till my throat turned dry.

So while the dork of the school was dating the hotie, there were talks of other guys trying to ask her out. All seniors. It was an alarm bell. I was a nobody, and seniors were guys who drove big cars, got bikes to school and had fully loaded wallets. I was a 13 year old who still wore elastic pants with a miniscule pocket money.

So while all the seniors tried their luck on my girl, I had resigned myself to the fate. The end was near. She would soon leave me for a senior who could drive her around and talk romantically. Maybe her parents would also approve. We hardly spoke for the following week, and I avoided the sight of her. Not to mention the phone calls I never answered.

One day while I was walking down the lonely corridor on the top floor, she cornered me. But that was not it; her friends were also with her. They had all surrounded me. Imagine a 13 year old surrounded by 10 girls. I also almost crapped in my pants, while they were shooting questions at me. It was not fair!

She was quiet all the while, but just came forward and gave me a hug. She just asked why. She was entitled for an answer for it. I blurted it out like a kid, just caught stealing cookies.

“Stupid! Why would I leave you for someone else? It’s you I like, not them; I like you for who you are, no matter how dorky you are. And you can continue acting like a jerk, but I am not going to give up on you so easily”

In a relationship that lasted some 6 months, there was only one thing I learnt.

Rain and a sweater

The girl’s hostel was a few miles away from our campus. So whenever we had to meet them, we had to drive all the way there, pick them up and head places.

One evening, a plan just happened and I was heading for a dinner date. It was a nice quiet dinner we had over candle light. I had been saving money for something like this. it was the perfect date.


We reached her hostel at around 9 PM. That was the curfew limit. I sometimes used to wonder how they managed with a life like that. It was already drizzling on our way back, and by now it had started pouring. I had given her my jacket to keep her warm while she snuggled herself behind me on the bike.

I realized a jacket would be no good in a rain like that. I needed something more like a shield. This is when she offered me her sweater. In a jiffy, she went upstairs and got it for me.

It was red and yellow with lots of flowers. It was small, and it reached somewhere just above my tummy. She patted my tummy and gave me a hug.

“Bye”, I said and walked towards my bike. She was looking my way, and I was wondering if I should go back and kiss her. For a 19 year old, I really did not have the balls. Even now when I think about it, I don’t think she would have resisted had I kissed her.

I felt like kicking myself as I kick started my trusty old Shogun, and sped away. I was hoping she would SMS and tell me to come back. No SMS came, and I was only getting more drenched by the minute. With nothing more than a sweater (her’s) and my jacket I reached my hostel. It was a long 6 mile drive.

I reached hostel and zipped the jacket to my neck, avoiding everyone. I wouldn’t want to be seen dead wearing the girl’s sweater. No chance!

I dried myself, and look a good hard look at the sweater. It was by all means a girly sweater. There were a few bunnies by the sleeve, red flowers and was soft as can be. Don’t know why, I just picked it up and smelt it. That’s when I realized, some girls are pretty, some are cute, some are sweet and some just smell great. I had a good sleep that day with the sweater under my head, while it intoxicated my senses. 

Good night babe, maybe I’ll kiss you some other day! I guess I’ll just have to wait!

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