Friday, December 23, 2011

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...)

2 comments:

Deepika Parmar said...

ahem ahem!! story is getting more interesting ;p

Priya Singh said...

Hey i got late to read.. but its going like a wow! its amazing... :) Eagerly waiting for the next....