teehee..had the first fun day @ FMS. though i am posting it a bit late. this deals with an atrociously juvenile topic which suits this blog to a T. lets get to where the action is the hottest

So we have an analyst as the hero of the day. Now this chap is on friendly terms with almost everybody in the class. However, i woould like to draw ur attention to an odd little fact and statistic: notice the word "everybody" and the stat that we have 24 odd girls and 75 odd guys. Obviously, the friendly guy count starts from 25. So, to get back to the story, our friend here decided after a coupla days in college that he had to desert us and start sitting with more left-cerebellum oriented folks (read females). as expected, we are magnanimous enough to forgive his transgressions, but thought to report them all the same.

now the analyst chap is sending his feelers around everyday, deciding upon the unsuspecting victim. he sits closeted by more girls than a newborn baby around nurses. So much that he finally declaes them the halycon days; he's never had so much fun before. The day finally dawns when his quest succeeds. She-who-must-not-be-named succumbs to his imperious charms.

Ok. break in the story. question is; how do u trap an unsuspecting girl into being ur friend ?? what women want, eh! take a random straw poll. ask just about any guy. 79 times outta 100, they will say... birthdays & sunsigns.

dont ask me why, but it works. female brain has the unresisting orientation to get drawn to a birthday discussion like the proverbial bee to the nectar. and sunsigns..damn! that is wicked!! i tell ye, its a foolproof strategy.

so..back to the story. the analyst manages to engross she-who-must-not-be-named, into a serious semi-adolescent (this is grad school, mind u!) discussion about the relative effect of the mercury strolling around the sun in her astrology calendar 23 months from now. buzz!! action time.

there is a buncha seemingly bored-with-classes guys sitting behind the cupid-stricken folks. the resentment is to be seen to be believed. out comes a malicious idea to snap up a sting operation. so, here come the cam-phones, god bless technology, and click-click. a pic each from the ringside and the rear-side view. operation sting accomplished.

the pics are distributed and the marketing machinery gets into top gear. we play hard target so there is plenty of info about the supposed pictures but no actual pics to show. the hullabaloo reaches crescendo levels by morning when everybody knows about the pics but nobody has seen them. wow! we are the gods of marketing

by the time the photo-shoot is over, the guy is sweating profusely..mebbe because of his business suit..or maybe because of something we know. she-whom-iam-tired-of-referring-to has seen the pics and the embarassment is flowing like the wishkah between those two muddy banks of the guy n the gal. the civil engineering miracle which was to be apanned across the river is abandoned and both rush to the relative safety of other innocent bystander batchmates .... and so flowed the first controversy from the undercover operative in FMS.

P.S: the story ends on a rather disappointing note. instead of taking oaths of undying togetherness, the guy sticks like a limpet with us the whole of the day..and by night the incident is archived off as the first of its kind.

the author would like to express his thanks to the whole marketing team of puneet, doc, swifty, shiv and other misc. nasty folks who made this incident this success. amen and may these folks never get on my tails