I always have some special soft corner for few things of mine. I mean my first cell phone, my first bike(scooty), my first teddy bear, my first bag to school and bla bla. i know its so stupid of me but this is the way i am. Many people fail to understand this emotion of mine. I still have my first cell phone with me. It doesnt functions the way it should but i cant afford to sell it though i got a couple of new models after that. I like to keep it with me (its kind of ego u can say coz i cant see my stuffs used by some1 else specially if those stuffs are emotionally attached to me).
So coz of my this attitude i still have my old scooty with me though i got a new Access125. I never let any1 use it except my dad. Ok lemme come to the main topic, one fine day when i went home from bangalore as soon as i opened the entrance gate what do i see :O? its my scooty... wonder what? my scooty cover was a disaster. i mean u can see the picture of it. I was so shocked n went inside yelling that who dare to mess it up. And mom came telling "acha hai na.... papa got it replaced coz it was a little torn". I was like wat? torn? Guys it wasnt torn it just had a small very small less than an inch thin slit. So i said mom i like it black not all this jhin chak colour. and mom was like but papa thought u ll be happy to see it coz it even has a shade of purple(my fav color). I was crying saying that its something that i cant explain you, i like it the way it was and bla bla.
after some time dad came home n asked did u check the seat cover isnt it cool?
As i always want to see my dad happy i said
"WOW DADDY ITS JUST THE WAY I ALWAYS WANTED IT TO BE, U READ MY MIND THANKS DAD"
I have absolutely no idea why i said that but i really wonder it would have been so good if agar sab ek jaise sochte aur sabki pasand ek jaisi hoti toh aise koi misunderstanding nahi hoti aur difference of opinion and choices bhi nahi hoti. Then life would have been so easy but i feel we human are being cured to make life as tough as possible..
I dont know why even if i am forcing myself to like it i am not able to even look at the seat cover. From that day i curse the B***h who mend with the seat cover.
