The monk who sold his scooter to buy a diamond ring!

The monk so mentioned was a senior of mine during the college days. A decent guy, from a decent family, dreamed of decent living and was decently sure he would get it. Let’s call this guy P.

As mentioned earlier P was a nice guy, average in looks, ok with money and satisfactory in studies. Completely hassle free; he absolutely lived with no baggage. But then one day everything went horribly wrong, he fell in love, with a girl who was just opposite of him. She was beautiful, had flirtatious eyes, sharp smile and nice tongue. Let’s call her R.

P was completely flippo, R was not interested. P started following her, she stopped walking. P became desperate, she responded slightly. Then suddenly one day came the heavenly intervention that P was so desperately seeking. In a state of inebriated R’s dad decided to try his luck on the house maid, she ran outside yelling rape, P who was circling R’s house jumped in to his rescue and thus became the hero in R’s & her dad’s eye.

And thus began a love story that’s even more stupid than R’s dad’s chance pey dance adventure. From a decent guy P became the Baap of decency, I mean the guy stopped smoking, drinking, because R didn’t like it. What’s more, earlier he atleast once used to say a Ma ki or Bhen Ki, but now these words simply evaporated from his tongue. He only wanted R R R and her Pyaar pyaar pyaar. He was living in bliss; he used to get up with a smile, smile all the way to college and the sleep with a smile.

Then the big day arrived their first Valentine Day, by now they have been going around for 3 months and one day suddenly you have saint valentine knocking on your door. P needed money; he wanted to gift her diamond ring because diamonds are forever…ta ta da!

So P asked his mom; she said no, the he asked his dad, he gave him a thousand, but he needed 5000. He again became desperate, please please God, somebody anybody help me get the money. Suddenly he was stuck with this idea that only Romeo’s great grand son could have imagined. P used to drive around in an old Bajaj Chetak, which his dad had gifted him on the day he got admission to college. He decided to sell it, he would then make up a story that it was stolen and then whatever.

What an idea Sirji, this idea would have put even Abhishek Bacahhan in Idea commercial to shame.

Anyways, he succeeded in adventure and sold his two years old scooter for eight thousand rupees. Three thousand more, now he could even gift her big teddy….so swchheet!

He bought the ring and satin wrapped it and then gifted it.

R was elated, what the fuck a diamond ring, my love, my jaan, my khandaam. What a valentine gift. You are the one. But where did you get the money? damm it, who cares, a diamond ring, I love you.

P was pretty sure that he has died and was eating chocolate mousse cake with angels.

THE END

Today both P and R are happily married. P is married to A and R is married to D, all four are extremely happy, and as for the diamond ring it was pawned by D (R’s husband) to buy a second hand scooter