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Play at your own risk

Just write to uncle cy.

entertainment Updated: May 07, 2012 17:27 IST
Cyrus Broacha

And I’ll give you some relief…. err… that is, provided, I’m not doing a headstand at the time.

I am 22. When I was 18, I proposed to a girl from my college. We’ve known each other since we were 15 and had been the best of the friends. But now, she says it’s just physical attraction and that she doesn’t love me.
After that, we continued being friends. Then, I got fed up and deleted her from the friend list on my Facebook account. Last Valentine’s Day, she sent me a request on Facebook again. I don’t understand what she wants. Should I propose to her again?
— Jack

Well Jack, you know the rhyme ‘Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water’.Anyway it’s got nothing to do with the case, I’m just checking to see if you know the rhyme. Jack, seems to me the girl is interested in having you around. In what exact capacity is as yet a tad unclear. But as your temporary love manager I say you accept her request and see where it goes. Maybe, it’ll go all the way up the hill.

When I was in class 9, I dated a girl for one-and-a-half years. We both loved each other very much. But now after getting into college, she has started neglecting me. I still love her a lot. What should I do?
— Meet Gala

Meet bhai, college has this effect on people. Suddenly you are surrounded by thousands of faces. Some friendly some unfriendly, but mostly all of them sweaty and smelly. Some people tend to panic with all this newness and cling to known faces, others embrace the novelty and variety. I think this girl belongs to the second category. She wants to run the horses, so you may have to get out of the way. Imagine her to be Jaswant Singh when he left the BJP and went to the big bad world. Now if you truly imagined her to be Jaswant Singh then...er the problem is...er already solved.

I am 19 and I have fallen in love with a 21-year-old guy who I befriended on Facebook. It’s been a year and we have met only twice. I love him madly, but I don't know whether he loves me. He’s hugged and kissed me, but when I approached him for a relationship, he said he didn’t love me and that he hated love because of his past. We don’t talk now. I hate liars and I feel he’s one. Does he love me? Why did he do this? Why hasn't he deleted me from his Facebook friends list yet? Why does he update his status inspite of being aware that I read his updates? I am very confused and cannot find a solution to my problem. Please Cyrus, provide me with some kind of relief.
— Ms Query

Ms. Query, yours is a simple case. The signs are as clear as babies. He’s a player. Players like to keep all options open; it's the very nature of the beast. You’re on permanent standby as far as they are concerned.
With a smile or a wink you may get elevated into the playing XI, albeit temporarily. Play on at your own risk. Shakespeare told Shiv Prasad Shukla ‘if music be the food of love, play on’. They never spoke again.

I am 17 and two months ago, I proposed to a friend, who is the same age as mine. She turned down my proposal. But after some incidents, which brought us closer, I thought she would say yes if I propose to her again. A week back, she told me she’s in a relationship with some other guy. Since then I have been feeling very happy. Now I’m confused about whether this is sarcastic or genuine happiness? Please help me understand the situation.
— Mr Confused

Mr Confused? Are you four years old? What do you mean you don’t know if your feelings are that of sarcasm or genuine happiness. That’s like chalk and cheese, BJP and Congress. Okay let’s stick to chalk and cheese. Perhaps its your way of accepting the inevitable and moving on. So, either you’re hurt or you’re hurt and relieved that you can move on. These are the only two options or else all the great love poets, philosophers and romantics were completely off their rockers. Sarcasm, my foot!