I find myself highly qualified to answer this question. I have done some really stupidly crazy things for my so called love-interests. I should warn you in advance that this is going to be long.
The first stupid thing I did that I consider mentioning was when I was in 12th. Love affairs were considered clandestine business during those days(Though it was only 6 or 7 years ago). I got infatuated with this one girl in my class.This was the first time when someone had actually returned my affections so obviously I fell head over heels for her. At that time, mobile phones were a luxury only few had. Generally, we talked when she got her mother's phone.(That's what she used to tell me. It was a long time after, that i found out that she had her own cellphone.) So both of us had decided to have a fixed time when we could text each other. She used to text me first and then when she had to give the phone back to her mother(Or when she got bored of me), she texted me “a single full stop”. That used to be my cue to stop texting. So, one day in the morning we were talking and I texted her “I'm so madly in love with you.”
Now, the telephone services at that time weren’t known for there prompt message delivery. And I had a BSNL number. That day too my service provider kept up its mantle of Late Deliveries. My message wasn’t delivered. What more was that I received another message from her containing “the dreadful full stop”. I got a bit scared, thinking about the consequences that I might face if someone else reads the message. Now this girl had an elder brother. And he had a very bad reputation. And I was a teenager back then with no experience of quarrels and street fights. So, naturally I was scared of him. I was getting late for school so I pushed my worries aside (because the attendance takes priority over all the mortal affairs of a student) took a bath and was changing when the phone rang. I picked it up and all I heard was someone sobbing at the other end.
Me: H..Hello…Kya hua? (What happened?)
Her: (sobbing) Sab Khatam ho gya.(Everything’s over.)
at that moment I felt like someone has churned my gut in a blender.
Me: Kya hua? Btao to. (what happened? Tell me.)
Her: Bhai ko pata chal gya. He read your message. Tum kaise itne bewakoof ho sakte ho. He wants to meet you. Ghar aao warna wo ja rhe hain tumhare ghar. (Brother has come to know. How could you be so stupid. Come to my house or he is going to yours.)
Now, one thing about me, I am afraid of many things but the most scary thing that trumps everything else is a phenomena called “My Parents”.
Me: Wait, ask him to stay for a while. I’ll come after school.
Her: Tumhe meri fikar nahi hai. Tumhe bas school ki fikr hai. Bhai ja rhe.(You don’t care about me. You only care about the school. Brother is going.)
So, I did what a perfectly sensible, parent-fearing teenager would have done. I picked up my bicycle and raced to her home. What actually had happened was that his brother was playing SNAKE-2 on her phone when my service provider thought that it was the right time to deliver the love text. So, I had practically sent a love confession to her brother. Anyway, she lived near the school so I still had a small minuscule hope that I’d be able to get out of this in one piece and will miraculously enter my class like a boss.(I’m pretty optimistic and very much influenced by the Indian cinema. And I consider myself no less than Akshay Kumar in International Khiladi.)
So, I went to her home. Alone and scared. Her brother opened the gates and allowed me in. I tried to gauge the atmosphere and my chances from is face. I failed. We sat in his room. He sat across me. I noticed one other person in the room. He was his friend. Both were staring at me as if they were contemplating how to cook me so that I could be palatable to the very least.
Bro: Kuch bolna hai?(Anything you want to say?)
I remained silent.
Bro: Mauka de rha hu. Bol le.(I’m giving you the chance, so speak up)
Then something totally unexpected happened. His friend took out a gun(It was a pistol) removed its magazine, and started counting the bullets. There were 5 in it. And then my stupid brain froze.
His Friend: To tumne decide kar liya hai kya? Kaha le jaoge body?(So you’ve decided? where are you going to take the body?)
Bro: We’ll see. I’ve thought of something.
He loaded the magazine and gave him the pistol. I was frozen on my seat.
Bro: Bol ab bhi mauka hai.(Speak. You still have a chance.)
Me: (I don’t know what came to me, I blurted) Bhaiya, sab meri taraf se tha. I had saved that message in my drafts. I sent it by mistake. Maine jan k nahi kiya kuch. Wo to baat bhi nahi krti mujhse.(Brother, it was all from my side. I didn’t do it intentionally. She doesn’t even talks to me.)
Now, this is the stupidest thing that I had ever done. I could have told the truth and saved myself. But instead I chose to give him a lame lie to save that girl.
Bro: Beta tu din gin. Tu to gya. Bol to abhi khatm kar du. Usne kaha ki tu use text karta hai.(Son, you’re gone. Count your days. If you want I can finish you now. She told me that you text her.)
I wasn’t able to comprehend his last words. I thought I heard it wrong. How could she not stand up for me. I don’t know what happened to me then. Maybe, I went on auto pilot.
Me:(even I was surprised by my words and the way I was acting at gunpoint) Marna hai to mar hi do, main kya kar sakta hu ab. Ab to ho gya. Aage se ni hoga that I can promise you.(If you want to kill me then kill me now, what can I do about it. I can promise you that it won’t happen again.)
Even those two were shocked to see the way this chubby teenager was talking to them. The discussed something among themselves. Meanwhile, I felt very calm.
Bro: Get lost from my house. And start counting your days. I won’t kill you so easily.
That was my cue. I got up and left the room, took my cycle and walked slowly to the corner of the road. It was already late for school. So, I sat up on my bicycle and pedaled hard, like satan himself is chasing me. I made up some excuses for my parents. But that was when I realized that how stupid I was to think of this as love. I had my friends and elders, who were way more powerful than him. So, he never even got to scratch me. The girl tried to talk to me again and really begged to get back. And then I did something stupid again. I got carried away. But it didn’t last long. It was later that I came to know that she had a few more guys like me as her boyfriends. Well, she was my first love and I took a stand for her. Didn’t get much in return though.
Years later I did another very stupid thing for a girl I fell for in college. I fought with my best friend over her. And I pushed her away for that girl. On her birthday I did something that I never had done for anyone in my life. I planned her birthday party. And I made her a string art. It was a 3 ft x 1.5 ft wooden plank on which I wrote her name with nails and tied threads on it. It was beautiful. But it didn’t work out well. For some reasons. Things got complicated. I got royally FRIENDZONED. Then, I decided to end things.
It was something like this but instead of “dream” I had written her name.
These and some other things were few of the most painful and scary things I had to face in my life. But, they taught me something. And even though I don’t know about other but I’m sure that I have had an interesting life till now. And I still have a long way to go. And all these experiences have taught me something or the other. So, I am really thankful to everyone involved. This post has become too long and I don’t want people to consider me stupid so I will now stop recounting my foolish encounters in life. Though I still feel that they’re very interesting.