"good gurlz go to heaven,
it's the wicked ones that have all the fun...!"
now that suruchi's reminded me of the R story... i shall post it here, as a P.S. to fuzzy's tag!
R had recently joined hungama. i shall NOT say what he did there. but let's suffice it that he was new to b'bay *the big, bad city*, a little wet behind the ears, married and yet, apparently unacquainted with how wicked women can be.
R also stayed VERY near my place... and mid-way to suruchi's. since he was new, *unacquainted with local trains* we offered him a lift home with us via cab. *yeah, we cabbed it home!*
R was being typically "new". he was trying to have a conversation with us while himesh played on the cab radio. it was at the end of a rather stressful day and both of us *suruchi & urz truly* were in case-taking mode.
suruchi: so, what've u done so far? *he was new and suruchi loves interviewing such folks. only to prove that our boss hasn't done a good enuf job. yeah, she's far more wicked than i am!*
R: i'm an engineer. i've done my engg from
*we both exchange snooty "ooohh, foren returned boy looks!" and laugh. loudly.*
R: but i haven't received my degree yet. i have to collect it from them. and it's been 3 years since i completed.
suruchi: i'm also an engg. but i have my degree.
me: *to R* so u have no proof that u're an engg?
R: *not expecting THIS question* NO! i mean, yes! i have! i have the certificates and documents and *blah blah blah*
needless to say we weren't listening.
after abt 20 mins of taking to each other and ignoring R, we'd reached juhu. i thought R shud be given a "mumbai-darshan" at that point of time.
me: have u heard about beer bars?
R: *with a look like a deer caught in headlights* yeah. why?
me: there're lots here.
R: oh. *pause* ok.
me: u know how to distinguish between beer bars and normal restaurants/bars?
R: no. *with a very obviously uncomfortable look on his face*
me: *paying no heed.* well, there's an armed guard standing outside the beer bars, u know. normal restaurants don't have guards. and u can see inside... blah blah blah...
R: *wondering why i was being so informative* have u been to one?
suruchi: no, never.
me: *realizing that he prolly thot too highly of suruchi to ask her that* no. but i would love to. in fact, i always wanted to be a dancer there. meri childhood aspiration thii, to be a bar dancer.
R: looking to suruchi for solace.
suruchi: yeah. *looking at R's scandalized expressions* she can still do it, right? she'll be good at it also.
by this point, he was really really scandalized. he didn't talk to me after that day, in fact. recently when i met him in bbay, all he said to me was "ok?" and refused to look me in the eye. like i actually danced in d beer bars.
actually, i'd tried this "i-wanna-be-a-bar-dancer" stunt once before this evening also.
circa 2003: at c2w, there was this new chick who'd joined. she was exceedingly daft and not the types they normally hire. one fine day, she asked me if i wanted to go for a movie after work. i told her i cudn't because i danced at a local bar and i cudn't get late. of course, vibs helped me by confirming this story to her. daft that she was, d only way she cud react was by asking "does "CEO" know?" yeah... i'd be worried about that!
okk... enuf sed! i think i can write a book on this topic! but i promise, no more on this topic from me now!