‘What you look like when you have a hangover’

I won’t be an unconventional girl and say that I am not into Chiclets, or chick flicks or even manicures. But like many other gurls, as a friend of mine likes to call us with a Brit accent, I don’t understand why all of us are just supposed to talk about the ‘EX’?
As a girl I can tell you one thing that we women never really know what we want at one point in time. So it can be a cute looking spikey-hair-gelled guy in a club, or a pup on the road in front of your office. The choice is always easy to make, but we make it difficult as if Obama’s life depended on it.
It is a very ‘Sex-In-The-City’ syndrome to talk about what went wrong with your ex-boyfriend. ‘He was cheating on me, he used to snore, he was dirty, even the fact that he did not gel well with my family… blah… blah… blah!’ Even I as a woman get annoyed with all this cribbing. Like this one afternoon when I was summoned by one of my very favourite girlfriends to Khan Market for lunch to sort out the self created battle in her head. Now before I go any further, me and my friends have always preferred Khan Market as opposed to any other market in delhi because that is the only place we all can spend an entire day doing nothing. There are very few shops and thankfully this limits my friends from shopping, and I HATE SHOPPING.
So this one winter afternoon, after taking a noisy auto ride, I reached Khan Market to see a chic, 5ft 7 inches tall, head turner, turned into a perfect example of a ‘What you look like when you have a hangover’. My girlfriend here has obviously taken this breakup with her first ever boyfriend on 25 years very seriously. “Look I am a wreck!” she said. The brash person that I am, I really wanted to say, “What’s the point announcing it, it is so in your face that you are a wreck.” But instead I let the friend in me talk. “Oh sweetheart, you will be better in no time,” how fake I sounded, but thank god that she didn’t notice this in her absent-minded state. We went to our favourite Thai restaurant – KITCHEN. We ordered the regular and then she started off. “I can’t believe it! Everything was just perfect till last week. I met his parents also, and he even went shopping with me for my new pup’s toys. He was also planning to shift base to Delhi from Mumbai and wanted to buy the car that I like. And now all of a sudden everything is over. I am here… all shattered and emotionally drained. And he is in Mumbai with a new girl. What the hell!” well you might take about 30 seconds to two minutes to read this bit, but my dear darling friend took flat 15 seconds to spit it all out. I feel like a genius for remembering it word-to-word. “Move on, what’s the point spoiling your Thai red curry over that arse? I mean listen you are a smart 25-years-old, earning well, good looking and lots of other stuff I am sure men will figure out. Why are you crying for someone who is not even there?” I asked her. See the difference here between men and women becomes very apparent. If a guy had a break-up and was sad about it, he would meet up his friends in a club or some place, have a few drinks, play pool, tak about it a little and then laugh it off. But with women, they just keep asking the question ‘WHY’ so many times that anyone can get exhausted… phew. “All I wanted to him to do was to marry me. And just because of that he flipped. After which I told him that if he can’t marry me now then why are we together. And he said, ‘ok we should part ways then’. And so we parted way!” wow she knows why it happened, asked for it in fact in so many words and is still stuck on ‘WHY’.
We finished our lunch; I so wanted to take a time out from this whining and made a bad suggestion. “Let’s go to Ambassador and have beer.” The words came out of my mouth as it someone did Voodoo on me. I guess after that what happened is a bit too obvious. We went to the hotel, drank… and drank… and drank. My friend passed out, I was dizzy in the head, but still left her home. By the time I reached home, I was looking like a wreck. And next day I woke up look ‘What you look like when you have a hangover’.
All of this because of that stupid EX!