When I was still a schoolboy in shorts, BGR (boy-girl relationship) was an abstract subject. Like Humanities, but more human. Like Physics, but more physical. And perhaps most ironically, BGR was like Chemistry, but much deeper.
After finishing my school daze and starting work, BGR was still as clear as mud to me. Then I discovered the “Carma Sutra” and saw the light. Yes, I got my first car (not a Naza Sutera), and the light at the end of the tunnel came from a pair of headlamps (click here to know how automatic headlamps work).
Those bright lights gave me freedom from the vagaries of public transport and also granted vehicular access to a woman’s heart, albeit on a winding road full of left, right and wrong turns.