you know better. you know the urge, the excitement. it's always ended in disappointment, but you never learn. your heart asks you to believe, just the one more time. hope. tempting you to go for it. but you're scared. you know how its let you down, time and again. in the end, you've come to the conclusion its just a waste of time. you promise yourself never to fall for it again.
but this, this time you're sure its different. you can feel it is right. glimpses of the possibilities, trailers, give you goose bums. heart beats faster, your breath becomes shorter. it's the pull of the taboo, the curiosity of the unknowns. you know what you have to do. quoting lily, "it's a mistake you have to make."
you ignore your pragmatic brain rebelling, and deny all rational and statistics. the music starts playing, it's time. the trance is strong. there's the suits and the coffee beans. you feel like the celeb, romancing, gossiping, flirting. it's hard to hide the broad smile. and the show begins. you know you're a mere spectator to the play, but its hard not to get involved. time flies by. people are introduced, the hugs and the pleasantries. the eternal breaks. your hysteria slowly begins to grow. the tension is evident. secrets start revealing, prejudices surfacing. there could be no wrong.
and then midway the road takes a twist for the worst and you're caught in the eye of the storm. you realize this is not exactly what you imagined it to be. you begin to note the fake smiles, the diplomacy. and you hit ground reality. you once again have fallen for it. for the make up, for intentional pauses, gimmicks, misinterpretations. nonetheless you decide to wait it out, for it could be a drag phase. a temporary one. you get the feeling of being part of just any other scripted show. you endure the dryness, the cliched excuses, just hoping for a better time. but deep down inside you know the end is near. no games to fire up the intensity of the rendezvous helps sustain the momentum. its like titanic. certain of near doom. you just pick a basket of chocolates for condolences, and move on with your different indifferent lives. sure you've had your moments and some genuine laughs, but you can't help but wonder, was it worth it, was the coffee worth it after all ? in the end, you feel like a complete nincompoop.
this is what i go through every weekend, and am always left brooding, "well that was a complete waste of an hour of my life"
Please note that the views expressed in this article are those of the author, after seeing every episode of Koffee with Karan, but do not necessarily represent the views of, and should not be attributed to, the dorky public in general who love the show. also note, this article was incited by the Shahid Kapoor Priyanka Chopra episode.