Apparently it was Rose Day some days ago. Someone was kind enough to wish me Happy Rose Day although I did not get any rose(s) this year or any other year before for quite sometime now. Not that it prevented me from breathing or living life in any case. I was just amused by the interest in this particular day by the younger generation. Ah, to be a teenager and still be in the process of building sand castles in the air.
We too used to celebrate Rose Day religiously back in college. By stupidly buying roses at over inflated prices of 10 rupees per rose. And sending them anonymously to certain parties over at the Boys Hostel. Or at least thats what the senior girls told us.
There was this particular senior whom my friend and me thought was pretty cute. His friends nick named him Katti, in the local language. I think that means one-who-speaks-a-lot. Anyways, after repeated assurance that anonymous roses wouldnt be traced back to us at any cost, we sent one to him along with the message, “from your admirer” (I think)
Innocently enough, the senior girls made us write out names & the message number in a register after which the sale would be made. We were stupid enough to write all that. What we didnt know was that the seniors girls would be so co-operative with their male colleagues that they would hand over the register for a complete scrutiny of who sent which anonymous rose to whom and how many.
I was later horrified to hear people snickering about being enamoured with Mister Katti. The guy himself was decent enough not to address the issue even once. So much for anonymous roses. And so much for female unity. Moral of the story: Dont trust girls, at least those who’re not in your friend category.