Telephonic Triumph

Since, the Adam-Eve days, the word 'girl', has been celebrated for its perplexity. No body knew what they wanted, what were the thoughts behind the veil of the glossy locks and why they retracted from their stances faster than snap of fingers. Still, being hailed as the most majestic creation of God, they are the most sought after. I don't blame, 'we' boys; who are taught to run after anything that is inaccessible.

As I was preparing for my Valentines Day nap (which every forlorn soul religiously practices), the phone bell rang; an unknown number flashed on the LCD.
Hesitantly, I picked up the call; my rude awakening was greeted with a mellifluous tone.
My interlocutor proceeded, “Hello! Debojit, I am calling from institute ‘X’, you have been short listed for interview, scheduled on 15th this month. Please, come over to Hotel ‘Y’ at 5:00 pm.”
I let the melody continue without an interlude. After all, which guy on this earth would dare to interrupt a girl's cuckooing? Which musician would alter the rhythm of his obra maestra.

As she reached a pit-stop, I willy-nilly replied, “Thank you for calling Ma’am but I am not interested”, I kept down the receiver and exulted in glory. Ironically, by summarizing and bit hyperbolizing, “She asked me out for a date in a hotel room”
I reckon, an auditorium, can be called an over-stretched room.

Voila! I won over oddities. Here I stand head held high amongst the phalanx of my kind. How many of us could have rejected a girl’s proposal? Finally, Mars triumphs over Venus. Isn’t it reason enough to celebrate?