What It Takes To Be A Nice Guy...!!

I could have chosen to write this article on "What it takes to be a sexy guy..." and have my readers interested, right from the title itself. Its startling how the word "sex" can so amazingly implore all our "attention" glands. Some might argue, i wouldn't probably know much about the sexy guy. May be that. But more importantly, the nice guy has what it takes to make a healthy, enlightening piece of prose.

Dudes. Geeks. Nerds. Perverts. Zombies. Scoundrels. Sexists. Not-so-sexists. Anti-sexists. Guyz exist in d weirdest of manifestations. (The perfect guy is a hateful and one of the most ridiculed of concepts amongst guyz. No such mythical categories in my piece.) "Nice Guyz" is an endangered species in this planetful of variety. I have often tried to categorise myself into one of these. All of us have our own definitions for ourselves. By the end of this piece, i expect you would probably find out if you and I actually belong to the class of "Nice Guyz". For all my readers from the other sexes, you can map your own references!![;)]

Wikkipedia defines a nice guy as "An adult male who seeks sexual attraction and romantic intimacy, but only finds cordial friendship and platonic love". I can sense that definition getting an instant, "i-knew-it" smile on some of my specific readers[:)]. Hang On!!. There is more to it than that meets the eye. Perception is a delusional activity esp for a prejudiced mind. All those to whom my last statement made no sense except for a nice feeling about things to come, welcome to the world of how a nice guy makes his artful speeches.

Of course, i ll give you my own definition of a nice guy, so that you have something substantial to argue with me about. A nice guy is basically an emotionally well-controlled brain-handling heart. On a more descriptive note, if u can laugh just enough in a crowd to finish laughing before the last one does, if u can flirt just enough to get a girl thinking for a second thought and no way letting her pursue the thought of it later, if you can be just upset that your friends neva give up on convincing you, if you can kid your way through an embarrassing situation, if you can wink with a smile to an acquaintance, shake hands with a friend, and come up with an innovative swear with your best friends everytime you come across them, you are doing well so far.

A nice guy is nice irrespective of the referential environment. Be it in a partying mob of handsome guyz and girls, a hostile crowd of competitors, an aroused group discussing a strangely erotic subject or in the solitude of 3am in the late midnight, a nice guy sticks to his protocol of participation and adaptability. Adaptability is the key word dear mates. If you can make routine fun of a goon with your friends when you are hanging out, shake hands with a smile with people you couldn't hate more and slip in with a funny one-liner followed by a m*****f***** in the midst of a gang of dirty late-night discussion in the boys hostel setting everyone into laughter, then you are up for the stakes of the rare species. Wits is to a nice guy just as something sounding similar is to a pretty girl!![;)]

There is a whole parental dimension to a nice guy too. But since my mom n dad are neva going to go through my blog, I would rather save you all, a few inspiring lines. Either way, I don't think they would think pretty nice of me after reading that last para.(lol)

A nice guy listens. Understands. Most of the time, speaks what you want to hear(strictly, not insincerely). Tricky, cheesy and true. He is often the easiest to get along with. The one you can truly be yourself with. With all of this, there is probably a few things wrong with a nice guy.

(i) A nice guy ain't hot.

(ii) A nice guy still ain't hot.

(iii) Oh, yeah. That's strictly recursive.

I wouldn't take pains to justify that. Wikkipedia is a tough opponent to beat. A nice guy probably doesn't end up with the girl he falls for. There is a good chance of that happening the other way round. Disputatious!!

Nope, the climax ain't tragic, if that's what you were beginning to believe. I am an optimist. A nice guy is an optimist. By now, you must be all calibrated. Itz not as easy as it sounds to adhere strictly to this set of umpteen values. Well, having gone through the premises, you all fall into this cool category, if you say so[;)]. Cause a nice guy never denies someone the right to be glad about anything.

Rise And Decline Of A Crush!!

Assumptions:
1. The reader is a guy.
2. At no point, sex is an option.

Love is a difficult word..I often have problems using it appropriately..Crush on the other hand is easy, safe[;-)] and most importantly a little tricky!!..Being the first article on my blog, it had 2 be somewhat of an insight of the masculine syndromes(One of the issues i believe, i specialize in!!)..the intricacies of the human nervous system and the most common painful process of rise and decline of a crush!!

I am 20 and single..and single 4 quite a while now..i have had my share of crippled, minuscule affairs and copious flirting..totally worth it yet arguably a little melancholic..!!..goes without saying, i share an immensely popular state of singlehood..the journey that's about to unfold is generic with indistinct autobiographical elements, leaving it to the readers to substitute and lucidate....

The morning always shows the day..the beginning is often the lasting forecast..and you are only mislead, if you believe that the first sight is probably the beginning...the heart is a moody organ..u never know what it cud fall for!!..The first impression is like the testing stroke on a guitar..you are struck once..loud..discerning..all you know is something just happened...the silence that follows brings no introspection..itz usual..candid..welcoming...

(A little Barney graph plotting d curve of d rise n d decline would have been expedient here..since thats not plausible, u have 2 bear with my skills as a writer)

Its amusing how delicately the successive impressions are etched..unnoticeable..sleeky..and connecting...it could be with every meeting of the eyes..could be with each caring word exchanged..could be with each conspicuous smile..or it could be just the pendulous feeling of something charming happening...and before you know, the exponential part of the graph is all begun...bullying you into thinking...the only time, i have felt no matter how sensible a brain you got, the heart is awfully adamant..the moment is worth this civil war though..The stake is overwhelming...

If you haven't already done something stupid by now or reached stage I again with some other hot chick, this is when u get to decide..the moment i decided, i was gonna go through this..and let thingz happen..and that's when the little smithereens make exceptional imprints..[..An accidental brush of the hairs, the most breathtaking of all stimuli.....********************************************************************
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******************..and weird, how a tiny mole on the neck can be a spectacular emotion-agitator!!]...(You gotta be kidding, if u thought, i would share this part of the course on a blog!!)

And then comes the apex..the summit of d sojourn...itz this point guyz tend 2 say they are in love..For me, love is still a difficult word as much as it was in the beginning of this piece..guyz are neva a more vulnerable species than at dis point..they find joy and laughter in everything that neva made any sense 2 them...

Here begins the divergence...

The lucky ones discover the other half of the graph ain't coming any soon for them, although it would eventually..the rest are all me...Reason and Instinct..mighty on their own grounds..up against each other..there is obvious disappointment...the unlucky ones give in..the rest are again..all me!!:)..itz almost like a break-up without a relationship...time you get stringent with your nervous system..it had its day!!..with the decline of your crush, rises maturity..understanding and digesting...therz no reason good enough to explain oneself, that this had 2 be the end...but we chose this..we knew, it was neva gonna happen...!!

The guy inside is bk again..gradually..hurt n healed..time gives us all..confrontation..clearing the air...not the way it was meant to be done..but therez something really precious that goes beyond all of these catchy concepts of love, of romance and beyond...coz the real strength doesn't always lie in reaching out and holding on tightly to what you want, sometimes what matters is whether you are strong enough to let it go...

The graph finally just lingers over the axis..neva really touches...coz the feeling would neva really die entirely..the Teds and the Joeys live amongst us..harnessing this special, soft corner forever for their Robins and Rachels..but baby-o-baby, all you got is a corner, when you could have had the whole of it!!...No story has a perfect ending...Atleast, it wasnt love...was just a crush!![:)]..[See, thats where it gets tricky!!]