Disclaimer-I'm no story-teller,but this is in first person to make it look like a story.Any resemblance of this to me is purely co-incidental.
I had to fight my eyes and stop them from looking slyly in that direction. I took the a paper,supposedly an old ATM receipt from my pocket and crumpled it. And took it and went near her as if searching for a dustbin.Again slyly,without turning the head,just by rolling my eyeballs in her direction,i was catching a glimpse of her.I threw away the paper in a dustbin.I came back to the place where i and my friend were eating.I looked at him.He hadn't noticed me.Well,he never does,he's a typical phone guy.Lives on phone.I felt little like the state of Alaska everytime i'm with him.(Alaska is isolated and remains separated from other states of USA).He suddenly took his mouth off the phone and said "Get the Jamuns,you only have the token".I grumblingly went, again looking in that direction of the girl.
She definetely was not feeling like Alaska, because a big group of her friends were giggling now when i looked in that direction.I went and stood in a queue.It was a pretty long queue and since a large number of people joined behind me, i was quietly content.When my turn came,i gave the token and said"Jamuns".He looked at me little strangely .Well,he must have thought this guy had been waiting for these 2 shotputs for such a long time.Then as though i was a no-nonsense guy and had no time for such dolts,i said rather irritatedly"Boss,Jamuns" and like those girls he also started giggling.For once,i wished i were a dinasaur.
He said"Well,sir,do you want Jamuns for 21,896 rubees?".
The "21896 rubees" stung me like bees.All were laughing-it was a "puppy shame"moment.I managed a weak smile and took back the "ATM receipt" which i had kept safely and instead thrown the Jamun token.I came back to the place where my friend was sitting,he looked up inquiringly without breaking off his conversation,i told him that it all got over and they are going to close the shop.We went,i feeling rather stupid and he-well there are some good things in being an Alaska.He didn't notice anything was amiss,continued live on phone.
Moral of the Story-"Adada Vada(sorry Gulab Jamun) poche!"
P.S-Any resemblance to my friend is also purely Coincidental.
P.S.S-I think,if not coincidental, most of my friends will be feeling i'm speaking about them...:-)
Thursday, March 26, 2009
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