edited to add:
"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!
the wicked fuzzy tagged me to blog abt MY wickedness. she cudn't have found a better time. rite when i'm introspecting why santa's refused to visit me in a long long time.. she reminds me that i'm wicked! hmm... i don't deny i'm wicked. but i'm very subtly wicked. usually, people don't realize i'm being wicked towards them. they think i'm being "kind" to them. so, 95% of my wicked stories got canned, coz almost all the people i've been "kind" to read this blog. *or they say they do!* some don't. here're two of my ToM wicked stories! -----------------------i'd been at mica for a while, when they introduced the "creative program". these "creatives" lived off campus. *obviously, they cudn't share the esteemed land of shela with us superior mortals* but there was ONE who was offered a room on campus.
one fine nite, we *me and 5 other group-mates* were working in the comp lab on a presentation. i was to add the finishing touches on it. so i stayed back after the rest of my group had left. this creature from the creative batch, was working on something on a neighboring comp. now, if u knew me at MICA, u'd know i wasn't d friendliest person in my batch. unless we knew each other well. but the 'creative' didn't know that. so he asked me if i was good at english *he confessed he wasn't*. and asked me if i cud QC his artwork for him *his copywriter had gone away for the night.* i like QC'ing, coz it pertains to me correcting other people. so i agreed. we wrapped up and were going back to the hostels *he to his, and me to mine* when the by-then familiar sounds of peacocks mewing floated across the air. if u've heard a peacock mew, u'd know that it WUD sound scary to a newcomer at 4 in the morning in the middle of nowhere. i cud see d 'creative' was "concerned". him: *looking around with a startled look* what was that? u heard? me: yeah. keep walking and don't look behind. him: what? why? what is that? me: some chick committed suicide here after her boyfren spurned her. she roams around campus at nites. esp. at such unearthly hours. she is allegedly quite dangerous. just last week, she followed A. he managed to scathe by with a broken ankle. that's y all the lights in d rooms are off. and no1s outside right now. nobody warned u? him: what?! NO! i don't know anyone here yet. my first day. how come u were out? me: i'm a gurl. she's dangerous for boys! ONLY. u know hanuman chalisa? him: HUH? no!! teach me!me: no, i'm sleepy. it's ok. u just go to ur room. lock it. draw the curtain. keep the lights off. and DON'T open if anyone knocks. ok? of course, i went back and knocked on his door after 5 mins. he found me the next morng to say that someone HAD knocked on his door. and he was thinking of shifting off campus with the rest of 'em folks. *p.s.: i told him later that i'd made up d story and they were peacocks, not a spirit. we went ahead and became good frenz. today, he happens to be a part of some of my fondest memories from MICA.*-----------------------was about a couple of months into my 3rd job. and my boss here was rather hen-pecked. i was sitting at my boss's desk while he was away for a reliance meeting with S. they weren't expected back that day, coz the Rel offc happens to be outside the city, for all practical purposes! i was sifting thru his mails *HE'd told me to!* and trying to locate the one he'd apparently sent to me a couple of days ago. i hadn't received it. hence, the effort. but then, his land-line buzzed... and me, being me HAD to answer it! and it was this woman who snapped at me with a "who is that!?" now, i don't take politely to rude callers. all d worse, if they're women trying to give me attitude. so i sed "u called. i answered...so u are?" *notice how she completely ignored my question?!*she: is HE there? me: *being VERY nice.* he's out, but i'd be able to take a message for him? she: *snootily* no, thanks. i wanted to speak to him. when'll he be back?me: u could try his cell, but i doubt he'll answer. he's with S, and they're out for the day. he shud be back here tomorrow, i guess. she: HUH? WHAT? i'll try his cell. thanks!turned out that was his wife. and he had a lot of explanations to give at home for MY answer! p.s.: he was only at the reliance meeting. they weren't upto anything. i knew that. she, apparently, didn't! -----------------------there're many more:: like me having set a format in which V has to send me a detailed document if he needs to work over weekends. *i never check this doc, but it's fun to know he really makes it!* then there's giving suruchi's hubby incorrect info on how to use a conditioner - she was a partner in this crime! *i tried this later with V also. it worked!*, getting confidential info out of clients by telling them that the "other circle heads" gave it to me, troubling Mr. Teddy as i'd recounted here, harassing people who joined hungama and had to work with me, wearing a single anklet and spooking out a colleague who thought there was "something" following us coz of the tinkling sound of the anklet-bells... lots of wicked occasions! but since these two were top-of-mind... i'll leave u with them. enjoy! and do pick this tag and tell me that fuzz and i are not the only two wicked ones! oh yeah, if any of u who read this can think of any more of my wickedness... pls leave that story as a comment. i promise, i'll publish it if it's true.
