Saturday, June 26, 2021
PROLOGUE
Prologue
It was 5:35 in
the evening and the roads leading to Sahara Mall in Mulund, a suburb of Mumbai,
were completely choked. It seemed like every rickshaw from nearby stations was dropping
off people to Sahara Mall. A huge banner, 12 feet by 18 feet, read “Wordsworth
and Inkpen Publications welcome all their dear readers for the
launch of And That’s True Love by Sampoorna P. Pillai, India’s
oldest debut author. Join us at 6.30 PM on 12th april 2014”. It was
accompanied with an image of a smiling face of an old South Indian lady
holding up the book.
The book launch
was at 6:30, but people had started trickling in to get front row seats to see
the oldest debut author of India from up close. Irfan Siddique was the chief
guest and Sonali Sinha was the guest of honour. The curious audience consisted
of fans of the two popular actors and also people from the media fraternity,
who were eager to know and get a byte from the new author. The story of
Sampoorna’s rise from the streets of Mumbai to spending the last phase of her
life in an old age home to writing a book at such a ripe old age was indeed
newsworthy.
“Look there,
yeah, that oldie in the green sari. Yeah, she is the author I guess. This
media, I tell you, dude, loves underdogs,” a guy standing at the entrance of
the bookstore, where the event was being held, was heard talking to his
comrade, who nodded his head in agreement. “People love rags to riches
stories,” he added.
It was 6:00 PM and the store was 80% full. Everyone was eager to find out what story the old lady had come up with. There were some cynics, who applauded the cover page of the book, the blurb, and the marketing tactics of the publisher, but totally disregarded the fact that Sampoorna Pillai could actually have a good story to tell. Others wondered if the book was a work of fiction or an account of her life. Some even went to the extent of branding Sampoorna to be the face of an author, who was famous for using pseudonyms for her books. All doubts would be quashed at 6:30 PM.
The star-duo
entered the bookstore, eliciting a big round of applause. The girls went gaga
over the dashing Mr Cool and guys couldn’t take their eyes off of the most
gorgeous actress of current times. The compere, a girl in her early twenties,
gave a warm welcome to the guests and requested the attendees to take their
seats. The seventy chairs arranged in the store were occupied and around eighty
people chose to stand behind to witness the book launch.
Leaning on a
pillar near the stage was an ordinary-looking man in his early thirties.
Clean-shaven, bespectacled, he had a layer of fat around his waist, and wore a
blue shirt and light blue jeans. He said a few words to Sampoorna, kissed her
on her left cheek, touched her feet, and guided her towards the stage, coaxing
her to talk to the audience without fear, as they had rehearsed umpteen numbers
of times at home.
The crowd broke out into a loud round of applause when Sampoorna occupied the seat in the middle of the dais. She was flanked by Irfan Siddique on her right and Sonali Sinha on her left. Sampoorna smiled at both of them. Dimples adorned her sweet old face. Jaymin Shah, the head of Inkpen Publications, occupied the seat on the extreme right, next to Irfan Siddique. The compere thanked the honourable guests, Sampoorna, and Jaymin Shah for taking out time for the launch and also thanked the audience for making it to the launch of the book, And That’s True Love.
“So now ladies
and gentlemen, let us find out what And That’s True Love is all
about from the very endearing Sampoorna Pillaiji, the oldest debut
author of India,” announced the compere and handed over the mike to Sampoorna.
Her hands shook
when she took the mike from the compere. Sampoorna had rehearsed this scene at
least ten times, where she would take the mike from the compere and then would
wish everyone a good evening and thank the guests and the audience, before
telling them what her book was all about. But seeing all this in reality made
her nervous. She kept looking at the crowd for ten to fifteen seconds,
wondering how to begin her speech. Her speech, written on a piece of paper, was
placed on the table in front of her, but the heavy mike in her left hand and a
kerchief in her right hand had impaired her thinking. A stream of saliva
dribbled down the right corner of her mouth. Irfan Siddique took the kerchief
from her hand and dabbed her mouth with it, smiling at her kindly. His pat on
her back assured her that getting petrified in front of such a large crowd was
perfectly fine. Irfan Siddique gently took the mike from her hand and began to
share what he felt about the book. The great actor was at his best interacting
with the crowd and telling them why he loved the sweet old lady’s book and why
he had cancelled a shoot to attend this launch. In the meanwhile, Sonali Sinha
comforted Sampoorna and patted her on her back, congratulating her on her amazing feat and
telling her that it was okay to be a little baffled because of the large crowd
in front of her.
Sampoorna
gathered her senses and looked at Irfan Siddique, who was talking to the crowd.
The actor realized that the old lady was now ready to share her story. He gave
her the mike after complimenting her dimples.
Sampoorna
smiled and held the mike with both hands. She looked at the guy standing next
to the pillar, gulped and started off: “Dear all, I am Sampoorna V. Pillai from
Sion. I am thank you to you all for coming for this event. I come from very
poor family. My father was drummer, who used to play drums at weddings. I spent
my childhood accompanying him to weddings and fairs and such events, where I
used to dance, while my father played drums. I grew up and got married to a
distant cousin of mine, who had saved me from a dog. The dog had bitten me on
my right hand and then it was going to bite off the whole hand, but then Vijay
fought the dog and saved my life. Slowly, I developed feelings for him and then
both our parents agreed to our marriage. We then had kids, who left me to fend
for myself at an old age home after the death of my husband.
“Since
childhood, I have been a very tough and determined girl. If I wanted something,
I made sure that I did any hard work needed to achieve it. Same with this book
writing. I started writing short stories and poems some thirty years ago. I
used to write mostly in Tamil. Right now I am 74 years old. Two years ago, I
thought, why not try writing book instead of writing only short stories. When I
thought of writing this book, I was not aware of how difficult it is to write
book.
When I told my beta,
standing over there by the pillar, about my dream of writing a book, he
supported me a lot and also helped me in framing various scenes whenever I had
any problem. I was not and I am still not good at English, as you must have realised
till now, so I want to thank Stuti Sharma from Inkpen Publications for doing
such a good job of editing the book. Thanks so much to Jaymin sir, who agreed
to publish this book. I am so lucky to be sit in the middle of the actors, who
are so famous and still took out time to be here. Thank you so much for making
my day so special.”
Tears started
surfacing on Sampoorna‘s face. The compere gave the old lady her kerchief and
requested the honourable guests to unveil the book. Sampoorna wiped her tears and
was in a happy mood again, as she posed before the people and cameras with her
first book. She had proved that age is just a number. “So here we go, ladies
and gentlemen, let us give Sampoornaji a big, big round of applause!” cheered
the compere.
As Sampoorna, Irfan Siddique, and Sonali Sinha stood up to unveil the
book from the bright wrapping paper, the cameras went on a rampage, clicking
hundreds of pictures of the author and the actors unveiling the book. The whole
event was also video recorded by the publisher.
The actors and the author settled on their chairs again. The floor was now open for questions. A lady in her late twenties asked the first question to Sampoorna, “Hello, ma’am. It is such an amazing feeling to see such an old lady write her first book at this age. I am so, so proud of you. You look very much like my grandmother. So, the entire time you were talking, I was thinking of her only. Okay, my question to you is: How many months did you take to write this book and how real or fictitious is it?”
“Thank you for
the kind words, beta. I took around a year to write this book and then
Stuti beta took around three months to edit it. It was easy to write
this book, as it is very much inspired from real life. I had all the material I
wanted to write this book. This book is about three friends – Saahil, Sneha,
and Rahul. It’s an interesting love story,” explained Sampoorna.
Another hand
went up and the mike was passed on to a man. “So, Sampoornaji, nowadays bookstores
are flooded with love stories from Indian authors. Why should anyone read your
book? What is different about it?” enquired the curious reader.
“Hmmm, thank
you for the question. It is, yes, it is love story, but is complicated one. The
way the whole story has been told is very different. I don’t think any other
author tried this way of storytelling. Maybe I wrong, because I haven’t read
many English books. But I gathered from my publisher that till now we seen
books where either the male or the female protagonist tells the whole story,
right? But in this book, there are three protagonists, who tell their stories
simultaneously. Saahil, Sneha, and Rahul tell their stories in first person and
that too simultaneously. This book happens when a common link amongst all three
finds the personal diaries that these three used to write. So, yes, this is
what this book is all about.”
The guy raised his hand again. “Sampoorna ma’am, can you please tell us more about it? I mean, the last sentence you said made the whole plot sound very interesting. I, and I think, many of us are keen to know what the whole book is about. Can you throw some more light on the plot?”
“Hmmm. Yes, I
can. But for that, I will have to read whole book right now in front of you
all. Do you think you all have the patience to hear me read the whole book?
Please raise hand if you want that,” requested Sampoorna.
Around 80% of
the audience showed interest in hearing what the entire book was about.
Jaymin Shah,
the publisher, took the mike from the compere and asked the audience “I am very
happy to see this enthusiasm. No publisher and author ever, in my opinion, have
ever agreed to read out the whole book during the launch itself. But hey, you
will have to promise me that if this story captivates you till the end then you
will have to buy the copy too! Ok?”
The crowd agreed with Jaymin’s point.
Smiling, the old lady opened her book and continued, “Okay. Good. So here we go. It all began with a bookstore in Mumbai announcing an author talk session with one of the most famous authors of recent times – Abhishek Agarwal. The bookstore Books and More at Inorbit Mall had invited the love-guru, Abhishek Agarwal, to talk about his experience of becoming an author and how his journey had been from being an unknown face to becoming an author, who had won thousands of hearts, especially those of girls. The charming, good looking thirty something guy, who had a way with words, had agreed to share his tricks and tips on how he writes his books and what the readers should keep in mind while writing a book.
The bookstore
had promoted the event via text messages and had made announcements on social
networking sites and in a few newspapers. On 5th June 2011, around seventy people turned up to
hear Abhishek Agarwal talk about his book writing journey. The crowd mostly
comprised of young people who considered Abhishek Agarwal to be their icon and
wanted to be like him.
“So, dear all,
a very warm welcome to all of you. In this session, I am going to share with
you how I became an author and how to write books and some other stuff. First,
a question to you all: Who wants to be the next Chetan Awasthi?” Abhishek tried
warming up the crowd. Forty hands went up. “Good, very good. Who wants to be
the next Abhishek Agarwal?” the famous author continued. Ninety percent of the
hands went up in the air.
“How many of
you know what blogging is?” Abhishek asked. Eighty percent of the hands went up
in the air.
“Good. How many
of you have been maintaining a diary since childhood?”
Only two hands
went up. A couple in their late fifties raised their hands and smiled at each
other. “We used to exchange our feelings on paper. That’s how I met my gorgeous
wife,” the old man added, explaining what made him and his wife fans of diary
writing. There were a lot of “Awws” in the crowd.
“Good for you,
sir and ma’am, but, bad in general. For a writer, it is very important to
practice writing a lot! I started my journey as a diary writer. Around 2005, my
elder brother had gifted me a diary when he had come down to India on his
yearly trip. That diary was very precious to me. Firstly, because it was the
first gift that I had gotten from USA, and secondly, this gift awakened the
writer in me. The diary was light blue in colour and had positive thoughts
written on each page. I had a senior in school, who was kind of my idol. He
used to write articles in the school magazine and my mother always used to tell
me to be like him. There is nothing wrong in trying to do what successful
people do, right? So, I started writing my everyday experiences in that diary.
I used to make sure that I would write only on one page of the diary per day.
Even if I had done a hundred things during the day, I used to make it concise
enough to fit in one page.
“I made it a point
to write every day. Yes, every single day I wrote in my diary for one full
year. At the end of the year, I thought of challenging myself and that’s when I
decided to write a book. Writing a book was not an easy thing. But I treated
every chapter of the book like an entry in a diary and that helped me to not be
intimidated by the gargantuan task of writing a book…”
Abhishek
continued talking for around one hour, explaining his journey, his failures,
his achievements, and everything else that the audience was keen to hear from
him.
“So, how many
of you would prefer a diary to an online blog?” Abhishek wanted to see if his
audience would prefer to stick to old school diary writing or catch up to the
new fad of blogging.
Three people
raised their hands. A guy in a yellow T-shirt, a girl in a white top and a guy
in a maroon coloured hoodie. They seemed to be the odd men out. They looked
around to see if anyone else seconded their view. Others were either too shy to
share their opinion or wanted to explore the technology-based blogging instead
of the age old way of penning down thoughts in a diary.
“So, dear all,
after this hour and a half long session on writing a book, tell me, how many of
you want to be the next Chetan Awasthi or Abhishek Agarwal?” Abhishek tried
ending the session on an energetic note.
“OK. So, I wish
you all the very best for your writing venture and who knows, you may even find
your loved ones like the sir and ma’am here! Bye all. Love you all. And hey, if
you haven’t read my books, do buy and read one! Stop piracy!”
CHAPTER 1 to 5
Chapter 1
Dear diary. Hi.
Frankly speaking I have really no idea what to write in you. I mean should I
write about my personal life or should I write what I saw during the day or
should I write short stories or stuff, I really don’t know. All I know is that
I want to be the next Abhishek Agarwal and since he started by writing in a
diary, I am going to do that too.
The love guru
told us that he used to trim his thoughts and make them fit into one single
page for each day. But let me tell you dear diary, I won’t be able to do that. Oh
by the way, what should I call you? Ms Diary or Mr Diary? Let me choose the
former as I don’t have any female best friend and you can be that sweet female
best friend who knows everything about me. What say? I have many male friends,
but no good female friends and so you can fill that void I guess! Now that we
have decided that you will be my Ms Diary, how about a better name for you? How
about ‘Diaz’ for the hot and sexy Cameron Diaz?
So Diaz, since this is the very first entry in your wings, let me share what happened yesterday and how you were brought into my life. Yesterday I attended an author talk session by the very famous love story author called Abhishek Agarwal. He is this hugely popular author in the love/romance genre. At one point he told us that he has received around 1890 emails from female fans asking him to marry them! I mean what the hell, huh, Diaz! Who wouldn’t want such a crazy female fan-following! At least I would! So, I thought let me also try to start writing so that if not money, I can at least get some hot chicks to flirt with if I become famous! J
At one point
the author asked the audience who all would love to write in a diary instead of
blog on the internet. I raised my hand and there were 2 other people who raised
their hands too. One was this awesomely hot and beautiful girl and one was a
guy. The girl was this blend of beauty and hotness rolled into one. She was
wearing a nice white top that accentuated her beauty. Very fair. Lovely eyes.
Sexy shiny lips with a red coloured lipstick. Since we were just 3 in the whole
audience who raised their hands it was easy to figure out who the other two
were. So, I looked at her and gave her a little smile. Little as in, just a
little twitch around the corner of my lips and waited for her reaction. But,
sadly she chose to ignore me. I guess this is a universal problem with girls
all over. You give them some attention and they will surely try to act pricey!
I tried to talk
to her at the counter where she, I and that guy bought diaries to pen down our
thoughts and stuff. By my sweet talking style I have got her name at least. Now
I will try to find her on Facebook. Let’s see. Dear Diaz, I so damn hope that
the story goes in the right direction. I will keep updating you. Till then
adios, bbye!
Hieeeeeeee
diary. I am Sneha Kulkarni and I work in an IT company in Mumbai. By the way,
since you and I are going to be in touch for a long long time, I would need a
name for you. What should I call you? Hmmm, how about Georgie after the dashing
and handsome George Clooney? In my opinion he is THE guy on this planet! He is
like hundred times sexier than all the Ryan Goslings and Robert Pattinsons of
the world put together!
I hope someday
I will meet my Georgie. Last weekend I had gone to the author talk by this
dashing love story writer – Abhishek Agarwal. I must have read his books like
5-6 times because every time I read his books they make me feel that I will
surely meet the perfect love of my life just like Venita in his books does. He
has this weird habit of using same character names in all his books. I wonder
why! Maybe I am too immature to understand that style of writing. He suggested
that we all aspiring writers should start blogging or maintain a diary to pen
down our thoughts and that’s how you were born, my dear George!
At one point Abhishek sir asked the audience as to what would we prefer – writing in a diary just like he did or writing blogs on the internet? 3 hands went up from the audience. Myself and 2 guys. Out of these two guys, one was like OK types and the other one was like really really handsome.
He wore a maroon coloured hoodie with cream
coloured jeans
and had a Tissot watch! The other guy, that OK one, was casually dressed –
yellow Tshirt and black jeans. So yucks he was! As far as looks are concerned,
he was a typical petu kind of an OK guy. But the bad dressing sense made
him repulsive. The worst thing was that when we were standing at the counter to
buy diaries, this fat yellow tshit yucky guy comes and starts a conversation
with me suggesting that the 3 of us buy the diaries that had a “buy 3 for the
price of 2” offer going on! Cheap fellow! And to top that cheapness, he tried
continuing conversation with me even when I wasn’t interested at all! The
handsome guy who I wanted to talk to didn’t seem much interested in talking to
me and he kept looking at the cheap fatso! Hahaha. Maybe that fatso is going to
be a character in the handsome guy’s book! I too will make that fatso a
character in my book someday! Weirdo! Bye for now Georgie! Luv ya!
Ok. So I have a blank diary in front of me. Now what?
Not sure what all things I should be writing in the diary. But
Abhishek Agarwal, the famous love author of our times, told us to pen down our
feelings, emotions, what we see every day around us and all that stuff.
So, how about
introduction first to you dear diary? I am Rahul Sharma. Studied MassComm in
Hindu college, Delhi and am currently working in an advertising firm in Mumbai.
I aspire to be the next iconic Prahlad Kakkar. I am hit on by girls all the
time, but haven’t met my kind of person yet. And I love to play football,
badminton and I love to swim. My 6 pack abs are because of swimming and
gymming.
I have no clue what I should share with you Mr Diary. Taking a cue from Abhishek’s advice, let me share what happened the day when I got motivated to write. My schoolmate – Rajeev Khanna – came across this event on FB where the most famous love story author of our time was going to share his secret of writing and hence Rajeev suggested that I accompany him to the session. I was not very keen to attend the event, but then I thought I should go and see how these authors write love stories and all. Just when I reached the mall, Rajeev SMSed me that he had some urgent work at some old age home and hence wouldn’t be able to come. Pissed off that I was, I sat through the whole session but then at the end of the session, I was damn motivated. I kind of got a new direction to life.
Abhishek
started his journey by writing short stories and stuff in his diary. He
preferred writing in a diary to typing on a laptop. So I thought I would also
buy a diary and start penning my thoughts and stuff in it. So, after the
session I went to buy a diary and there I bumped into this beautiful girl in a
white top and a fatso in a yellow T-shirt who also wanted to emulate Abhishek
by maintaining a diary. The fat guy suggested that we three buy the nice
attractive diaries that had a “buy 3 for the price of 2” offer. The fat guy was
trying so hard to talk to the girl, but one could clearly see that girl was not
at all interested in him, but the nice girl that she must have been, she didn’t
behave rudely with him.
I sensed that
the fat guy wanted to know her name at least. So, I pitched in and broke the
ice with the beautiful girl, “Excuse me, ma’am, since the diary is nice and the
offer sounds good, let’s contribute and buy the diaries. By the way, do you
have a name or does everyone call you Ma’am?”
She actually
blushed and revealed her name. Sneha Kulkarni. What a lovely name. The fatso
couldn’t stand like a fool and hence he shared his name too. Saahil Shah. While
the fat guy was trying to continue the conversation and the girl trying to
avoid him, I swiped my credit card and they paid their shares to me and that’s
how I have you in my hands and you are going to be my best friend who will know
every damn secret of mine. I just pray that you don’t fall into anyone’s hands.
Dear Diaz,
there is so much to tell you this time. First of all, sorry for not coming to
you in the last 3 weeks. I don’t have a habit of writing and I had a lot of
work in office. I work as an Assistant Manager in a bank in Andheri. There was
a lot of pressure to get one module up and running for which I had to follow up
with the IT guys from FuturePerfect technologies because they didn’t deliver as
per schedule. I guess that is how these IT people function! Chuck that Diaz. I
have lots to share with you today. You know that girl that I liked at the
author talk session 3 weeks ago, that girl is sort of my girlfriend now! I
swear! She was smiling at my jokes and all that I could do while chatting with
her was make her smile more. We didn’t physically meet as such, we just had a
chat on Gmail. And all the time she was just putting smileys and more smileys!
Oh God! I am so happy that I could make her smile so much. There is a very
famous dialogue in some Hindi film – Ladki hasee to fasee! I think this
case belongs to that category.
That day when we were buying diaries, I had suggested to the other 2 to buy the diaries which had an offer going on so that we could save a few bucks. Then while talking to her and that guy, I came to know that her name is Sneha Kulkarni. So I went to Facebook to find her. I went through her profile and found her Gmail id. I added her on Gmail chat and from there on we started chatting! Every time she comes to chat, I am so damn excited. I surf the internet to find out good jokes to make her smile and that does seem to work. After every 5 lines she sends a smiley. I just nailed it, dear Diaz! She lauded my money saving attitude and my sense of humour. Isn’t this enough to say that she has also fallen in love with me? Or is it way too early for me to say that? J I can’t stop smiling! Yesterday the whole day I was listening to the song “Pehla Nasha” from the movie Jo Jeeta Wahi Sikandar. At one point my mom came and asked me about my weird act of listening to that love song back to back like a million times. I think my mom came to know that I am in love! Yes Diaz, I am in love!
Gotta go now,
surf the internet and find some jokes to make my Sneha smile! Bye Bye Diaz!
Dear George,
it’s been around 3 to 4 weeks that I haven’t been in touch with you and I am
dying to share with you what has happened to me since so many days. First of
all about that fatso! Oh my god! I just cannot believe how can anyone be fooled
so easily? I mean, I will tell you very frankly George, I was trying some
psychological experiments and shit on that fatty and I think I am learning a
lot!
I was checking
Facebook messages and updates on 10th June and then all of a sudden I get this
“friendship request” from some Saahil Shah. Saahil turned out to be that fat
yellow yucky guy whom I met at the bookstore who was trying to hit on me since
the day we met. He must have gone through my profile and found out my Gmail id
and so when I logged into Gmail, I found his request there too! Follow karne
ki bhi hadd hoti hai!
The polite girl
that I am, I accepted his requests on Facebook and Gmail. Then started this
barrage of jokes copied from the internet! Oh God! I told my best friend
Radhika about this and then she suggested that I try some psychological
experiments on this guy, because anyways I was not interested in him. So what
if he blocks me! As if I give a fuck about him!
Whenever he
used to send any damn lame joke, I used to send a smiley to make him feel good.
One time I copied one of his jokes and
searched on
Google and found a link and you wouldn’t believe me, but I could easily predict
which joke was next in line! I copied that URL and pasted it on our chat!
Hahaha… He didn’t reply for an hour or so. He must have been so embarrassed!
Poor fellow!
George, please
tell me why do cheapos like him add me on Facebook and not the handsome ones like
that other guy who asked me my name when we were buying diaries! I wish I had
continued the conversation and asked him his name. Not sure how to get his
name.
Click on chapter 6 to 10 to read the next chapters.
CHAPTER 6 to 10
Last few days
have been awesome! There was this party thrown by the CEO of the ad firm where
I work. We won the biggest client till date and I was one of the people who had
worked hard to win that client and hence I was given an award too! A black
shiny lady! Just like you see in the award ceremonies! I was very proud to hold
that award in my hand. I thought that they would just give a twenty rupees wala
shitty certificate or badge of honour and shit and some Shopper’s Stop voucher.
But I was wrong. They have made me so happy that I want to give myself to the
ad agency 24/7.
One very
strange thing happened that night. My boss, who is 2 levels below the CEO, came
to me in a drunken state and tried kissing me. He was blurting out something
that was not quite audible but I could catch, “Rahul, I love you meri jaan.
You are only mine”! I mean what the hell! One shouldn’t drink if one cannot
control one’s mind and body. Not sure if he is gay. I will find that out soon
and let you know!
Till then bbye! Adios!
Saahil’s Diary
Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Saahil Shah.
Who?
Saahil Shah –
The gorgeous Sneha’s boyfriend! Ok, not boyfriend exactly but a
soon-to-be-boyfriend. I think that I should not be very optimistic because if
she doesn’t reciprocate my feelings then I will be very depressed. Right?
I am going to
meet her tomorrow at Infiniti Mall in Andheri. She wants some help she said. I
will help her, then get into her good books and then we will slowly fall in love!
At least, that is the game plan as of now.
Since I would
be meeting her for the second time, I am thinking of getting her a Cadbury
Silk. Hitesh – my best friend from college is an expert in matters of love. He
has impressed like a gazillion girls. He makes them his girlfriend, enjoys on
their money and then has awesome sex with them and then leaves them! So he is
kind of a guru for me in love matters. Of course I am not going to, you know,
cheat Sneha and leave her alone. I feel that what I am feeling right now is
real love and hence I want to take it to the next level i.e. get married,
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have kids and
stuff. I have even thought of our kids’ names. Our daughter will be called
Tejal – a Gujju name and son would be named Viraj – a Marathi name.
So dear Diaz, please wish me luck so that I do impress her tomorrow!
Till then, bye!
Yesterday I met that Ok kinda guy. J. He got me a Cadbury Silk. That
I met him at
around 5:30 in the evening. I had told him that we would meet at around 4:30.
But do you think that I would go there on time and that too to meet that guy?!
When he saw me walking towards him, you should have seen the look on his face.
Oh my god! He was salivating! I think I must be the prettiest girl who has ever
talked to him! Anyway, we then sat at the McDonalds on the 2nd floor and I
asked him to get my all-time favourite – Chicken burger. He got a veg one for
himself. He is a Jain I guess. Yes, his surname is Shah and Shahs are mostly
Jains. One more reason why I would never ever say YES to that guy! I just can’t
stand their rules and regulations related to food and other things! They don’t
eat even garlic or onion! Let alone Chicken or Fish that I die for!
We got to talking for some 10-15 minutes and then I came to the main point as to why I wanted to meet him. I asked him if he knew the name of the 3rd person – that handsome guy who had bought a diary with us that day after the author talk session. There was this big question mark on his face! I wonder what he must have thought I was going to ask him! Saddened, he said NO. Then I made a sad face and looked at my watch.
He said he will
try to get the name or some contact information of that handsome guy. I smiled
at him and held his hand to thank him. He shivered as if a surge of current ran
through his body. Hahaha. Oh god! I then thanked him and left. Georgie,
seriously, having such ordinary fatso guys in friend circle helps a lot! I have
been using such guys since my school days when they used to complete my
homework and journal and drawing and stuff and those stupid yellow coloured
lesson diaries in school!
Anyway, now I
have to wait till he finds some info about the handsome guy! God please please
give me some clue about the handsome guy! Bbye!
Last week I was
busy with my work in office when the receptionist told me that I had received
my Citibank credit card statement. I was shocked to see that instead of being
charged ₹500 for those 3 fancy diaries that day at the
author talk session, I was billed ₹5000. An extra
zero fucked up my statement real bad. Now I will have no other option but to go
to the mall and talk to the manager there. I should have been more alert when I
signed on the merchant copy at the counter. My bad! Will go there over the weekend
and sort out the issue.
One very weird
incident happened yesterday. The other day at the party my boss was fully drunk
when he was hitting on me; but yesterday even when he was NOT at all drunk, he
was just gazing at me in a weird way. As if I were some hot chick he wanted to
fuck! It’s so weird!
I tried to escape his eyes and went to my colleague’s cubicle for
some work and I could feel his eyes following me. Is he gay? I am not sure why
he is behaving like a lunatic.
In the evening
I normally go to a nearby snacks stall for snacks and tea with the girls in my
office. My boss insisted that he would join too! I mean why the fuck does he
have to join us – the juniors?
If he doesn’t
know his boundaries, he is going to get kicked in the groin! Yup! He better not
test my patience.
Chapter 10
Meeting Sneha a
few days ago was a really nice experience. I just couldn’t stop looking at her.
She is like this angel from heaven who stopped by at Andheri just to meet me!
She wanted some info on the 3rd
guy who had bought the diary with us. After trying to figure out ways to find
info about that 3rd
guy, I decided to go to the bookstore and check if I could find out something
about him. Since I didn’t know his name, I couldn’t find him on Facebook or any
other site.
So on Sunday I
went to Inorbit Mall to meet the manager of the Books and More store
from where we had bought the diaries. It was a little difficult to
convince him why I wanted to know the name of the guy who had swiped his credit
card that day for our diaries. Finally I told the manager that I had given that
guy a ₹500 note instead of a ₹100 and hence I wanted the remaining amount back
from him.
He then asked
his team mate to check for the records that day. Unfortunately there were 8
people who had availed the “buy 3 for the price of 2” combo offer that day. Out
of the 8 people who had bought the diaries, 6 people had swiped their cards.
And out of 6, 5 were men. And out of those 5, 4 had swiped their card at around
the same time that we had bought the diaries. So the mystery about that 3rd guy still
persists. Not sure how to get his info and make my dear Sneha happy. I won’t
log on to Gmail till I get his info. God, please guide me so
that I can make my sweet Sneha happy!
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