This must be ten years old too. The songs give it away a bit as do the flirting styles. Old-fashioned stuff.But it had its uses.
All flirts
have well defined markets. Crass flirts operate in the low end with their obvious
come-on's while flirt-artists float along the high end of the market with smooth
approaches and silken touches. Crass flirts, for example, would think nothing
of wearing loud and shiny clothes and sing 'Eh, kya bolti tu' to every passing
PYT (Pretty Young Thing for the uninitiated), firm in his belief that the more
people he propositions, the greater are his chances of getting a response. Though
this approach scores heavily in terms of getting attention of all and sundry including
the constabulary, chances of further progress are slim unless the object of
attention is from out of town or is in a highly aggravated state of mind.
The crass
flirt has a problem- he has no substance to back his bright start. So when he
swaggers up and says kya bolti tu, in bright clothes (to attract attention),
sleeveless tops (to show case bulging biceps), goggles (for style), perfumes
(that make one faint), cell phones (for stupid SMS jokes) cars with loud music etc,
the objects of their attention may hold themselves back to take a second look
before plunging into a relationship yelling 'God, he's so cute!' But once they
figure out that his accent and attitude are also borrowed (in addition to his accessories)
and his sensibilities are centred around himself, all further progress is
stalled.
The good
news is that low-end crass flirts can be upgraded by imbibing high-end methods.
A study of the high-end artist reveals that his clothes, demeanor, walk and
personality are subtle yet stylish, simple yet original, and leave an effect
that lingers on at the back of the mind like an exotic taste. He always exudes
an air of being preoccupied with himself, to the point of exclusion (as opposed
to the low-end flirt who is busy ogling, whistling and singing songs). His
timing is perfect as he chooses the right opportunity to smile or glance at the
object, catching her unawares as she stares at him (as opposed to crass flirt
who barges into her personal space yelling kya bolti tu). The fine artist
chooses appropriate moments to display a variety of his sensibilities - subtle
and sharp sense of humor, worldviews and his concerns. His praise when it comes
is genuine and underplayed (not a passing rendition of 'tu cheez badi hai mast
mast') etc.
The fine flirt,
like a good writer leaves an element of mystery that makes the subject want to
know more, want to turn the page. So he keeps out small harmless details to
create a forbidden air around him (the crass flirt lets it all hang out in the
first instance). He listens (as against subjecting her to a series of childhood
stories of himself and his puerile friends). He makes his moves so smoothly
that she is rather confused as to who made the first move. His first lines are
carefully chosen and worded so they make that everlasting first impression (not
the oft heard 'kya bolti tu).
Though all
this may sound as complicated as understanding atomic science to the low-end
flirt, the ground rules are rather simple. Honesty always creates a mystery
because people somehow never seem to believe the truth. A little consideration could
work as a better compliment than stolen lines to describe hair, eyes and other
parts. A little more of the real you will set you apart from the rest of the
crass flirts who are always imitating someone else.
The experienced
flirt artist makes the entire experience of flirting seem smoother than one of
those hard-to-pronounce wines. To be at the receiving end of a flirt artist is
the ultimate experience in flattery that everyone craves for; the experience of
pumping adrenaline, of hot flushes, of boundaries blurring, albeit temporarily.
And as with all nice things, when flirt artists leave, they leave behind a nice
warm feeling.
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