Hangover 4

(...refer to previous posts for initial part)

“Please welcome our next caller......Karan, what do you want to share”. Finally I had a chance to speak, “Love Guru, how can you tell about the feelings for a girl when you meet her for first time”. “Interesting question; it depends on the interaction and the things you like about her. So what did you notice the most in her”. Now that was an easy one, “She was wearing a black T-shirt with written in bold....kindly look up, my eyes are above shoulders; but I couldn’t help somehow...” I was still enjoying in my imagination. “Well, I can understand your feelings. But I am sorry, I could have helped better, had you actually seen in her eyes. Anyways enjoy the next song, especially for you”. “Tu cheez badi hai mast mast....”. Even Love Guru didn’t have the answers of my situation. I still couldn’t understand the problem with my “observation”.  I reached my place at the end of the song, finally...

“Amit......AMITTTT....” I sort of beat the door while looking at my watch. It was almost 1. “Kya hai saale, kaha se aa raha hai muh kala karke” half woken Amit opened the door with greetings. “Kaash yaar, apni aisee kismet kahan” I winked at him while holding him in my arms. “Please spare me, Devdas. I am not your Chandermukhi” it was bad time for joking with him. (Amit by the way is my flatmate: he is 28, 5’10’’, Works in a Bank, goes to gym regularly, has same girl friend since 6 years, loves his family and is an occasional banker to me..) “Ok Sir. Shhhhh.....” I paused while putting finger at my mouth. “How did you get so late, you started 2 hrs ago from the party” he was woken completely now. “Don’t ask yaar, I saved this hot damsel. She insisted me to drop her; you know my heart. Couldn’t say no.” “ So a new chapter has begun. Lage raho..” he found it amusing. “Nothing like that yaar. I was about to ask her contact, Salaa beech mein aa gaya”. “Who came in between...?” he was getting into it slowly. “Her brother....Saala” when you are drunk, you find your own stupid jokes very amusing.

“Ok, enough of you love story, I need to reach office in time tomorrow” he signed off while pushing me in my room.  “Sweet dreams...”. “Don’t worry, I will...” I smiled while closing my eyes.

(to be continued...)

Hangover III

(...refer to previous posts for initial part)

“I just realized it is a beautiful night” I had come down too, to say goodbye. “Really....is it!” she smirked while looking at sky full of clouds; moon had also slept by now I thought. “I know it is dark, but then real beauty doesn't need the permission of god to dazzle” the scotch was back at play.  “Well, Thanks again. I don’t know how I would have managed without you” she was looking cute while playing with pony tail. “You are embarrassing me. I just saved the poor kid, I thought you were about to kill him”. “That is so mean of you.....” she punched me lightly. I felt like punching back but then my punches are anything but light so I controlled my emotions. “You stay with your family” it was time to come down to business. “Yea....” not the answer I was hoping for. “Good, so who all are there in the family” I was little subtle now. “Me, mom and Bhaiya.......Dad passed two years ago” the smile had gone now. “I am..... Sorry” I thought wrong question. “What does your brother do” I wanted to change the topic. “He is preparing for Mr India next year, into modelling”. “That’s awesome” I said while looking over her shoulder if her bodybuilder brother is coming to say Hi.

“It was nice meeting you Karan” that generally means goodbye. “Same here, LATIKAA” I just wanted to say her name. “It’s small world, I am sure we will get more chances to say thanks to each other” I wanted to ensure that it wasn’t just one night stand (well technically it wasn’t but mere the thought gave me some ideas and a smile..). “Latty....is it you” the loud voice brought me back into reality. It was from 3^rd floor I guess. “Yea Bhaayee, just reached...” she looked in hurry. For some reason I didn’t look up but I was in a hurry too now. “Ok Karan, Goodnight and Goodbye...” she waved while entering the front gate. “Goodnight ...Bye” I wanted to say see you again but something held me back.

“It is 12.30, and you are with your very own Love Guru.....” radio was still giving me company on my way back. “Today we will discuss the amazing experience of love at first sight...”

(.....to be continued)

Hangover 2

 (refer previous post for part1)

“I don’t wanna trouble you any more”, she softly said while zipping her bag. “Don’t be silly. Its midnight and not very safe here”, I took a position of a guardian. “Really.....how can I be safe with you?” , she looked in my eyes for the first time. Boy...she was looking stunning with a slight mascara on her brown eyes . “Well....”, for once the hangover seemed over, “ I only have vegetable diet on Tuesdays, so it’s your lucky day” I thought calling myself vegetarian would be a crime. “Haha.....” she broke into laughter. The line had worked it seemed. “So should we leave, I am feeling scared now myself”, I was coming in form now. She smiled and nodded.

“Where do you stay”, she shot the question as soon as I started the car. “Sec 15”, it was the time to come clean. “I never knew that is so near to sec 52” she said with a dash of sarcasm. “Well, it is not. I am staying tonight at friend’s place at 56” , I was ready for this one. “Friend or girl friend....” she asked while looking at her watch. “I don’t have any girl friend. I mean I broke up last year”, I don’t know why I gave that unnecessary explanation. “Oouch....” she said while raising her eye brows. I understood a new concept of driving a car with an eye, while other was constantly watching her.

 “By the way, I am Karan.....Karan Bedi”, I said while thinking how James Bond would introduce. “Latika Sharma”, she said while fiddling with her hair. “Interesting name” very cliché but mostly works. “Thanks..” it did. “So what you do Latika. Must be in college” girls prefer if you call them younger than their age. “Nice try....but I work with Sun Infosystems  at Cyber Park” she said with a smile, “What do you do”. “ I work with Bullshit”, I said proudly. “Wow....” she couldn’t control her laugh. “Bullshit is name of my company, its an Ad agency” for once I didn’t enjoy her laugh so much. “Ok... I am sorry”, her sustained laugh didn’t reflect her apology. “Do you often come so late” I asked while taking a right turn. “No, usually not. I missed the Office cab today. The auto I hired broke on the way...and then met with that...bastard” she brought her pink comb out of her bag. I chose to be silent for a moment to watch her playing with her long tresses. 

I switched on the radio “Abhi na jayo chhod ke, Dil abhi bhara Nahi..” it almost gave words to my feelings. “Take the next left, 3^rd house” she almost ordered. I thought the roads had cramped tonight. “Just drop me here” I stopped the car. “It was nice meeting you” I wanted the conversation to last longer. “Same here” she opened the door...

(...to be continued) 

Hangover...

It was 11.15 at night. I was driving back home after attending an office get together. The night had just got younger, roads were getting nude. I was humming an old Mohd Rafi song while shaking my head like Rajesh Khanna. The scotch had started showing its impact. “Helpp……” a loud cry came from the other side of the road.

I stopped the car in anticipation. It was 20 something girl in black top almost fist fighting a teenage boy who was trying to snatch something out of her hands. Don’t know what struck me but before I knew, I jumped out of the car and was standing beside the “pretty girl”. She must be around 22 and looked like an IT executive. Just as I was gazing at her long hair, she cried again, “he is trying to steal me…bastard…”

“Hey, you want to have trouble” I grabbed his dirty collar. “Chal na, shhana mat ban”, he tried to push me back. I slapped him as tightly as I could. The boy fell on ground. I was surprised at my skills. Whether it was the effect of “Ghayal” that I watched last night or scotch had finally taken over me…..I thought a bit of both. Anyways the lad got up and ran away while mouthing some nice adjectives…

Just as I turned back the girl was getting her stuff back in the bag and counting if she had lost anything. The breeze was just flirting with her hair which would fall repeatedly on her face. She will push them behind ears before completing her rituals. 5’4’’, toned, black top, blue jeans, red scarf around the neck.  “Thanks…..for saving me” her sweet voice interrupted my observation. It’s my pleasure…. is what I  wanted to say but thought it would be inappropriate, “You are Welcome. Where you need to reach”. “It is sector 52A”. “I am going the same side, let me drop you”, I said as I tried to remember which side sector 52 might be……….

(to be continued…)

Games people play!

India won the Semi-Final against Pakistan and the whole nation went into frenzy. Next day in the morning when I picked up the newspaper to cherish the moment once again, I found another “news” getting lot of attention. A 20 something model had claimed that she will go full monty in middle of the stadium once India wins the World Cup Final…

She made this claim before the Semi-final. Now 2 days after the Semi Final this news is still doing the rounds. Lots of people at blogging sites are encouraging her to “cheer” India, few are giving moral lectures too. Poonam Pandey (the model) has said that she is doing it for the love for the game and not for publicity as she has already featured in Gladrags Model hunt.

Well, I bet she isn’t going to do what she has “promised” but has found an easy way to publicity. By the way, it is one day before the final and Poonam Pandey is the most searched name in last 2 days on google. Howzattttt!!