Apr 11, 2006

Another firang rape?

Was sitting in a bar in CP last sunday. It was a typical 'theka' kind of place and was filled up by typical middle class regular drinkers. And in a corner there was this beautiful Japanese (i think) girl sitting alone with a bottle of beer. Everybody's eyes, minds and other things were focussed on this girl. Next to the girl there were 3 young guys who were trying to work up courage to start exploring options. As expected they could not come up with the guts, but unexpectedly it was the girl who struck up conversation with these guys. Things progressed from talking, toasting, offering cigarettes, offering beer, taking snaps, taking closer snaps, hand-accidently-brushing-tits moves, hands-casually-resting-on-thighs moves to requesting the girl to take turns with each of them for 'friendly' photographs. Everyone else in the bar was mentally cursing these guys for their incredible luck, rueing their own table selection fate and asking god what they had done in their past lives to deserve this. I was thinking whether I will be reading tomorrow's paper about another rape in a car. But then these arseholes screwed up. They got so excited that one of them made a call and in about 5 minutes in walked 3 of their friends. The ones that came in were total taporis, answering perfectly to the 'jeans jacket-love locket- comb in back pocket' category of delhiites. They all crowded at the same table and the ratio now read 6-1. Some warning bells went off in the girl's head and she excused herself, got up, paid the bill and beat it. Everyone cheered (mentally) and smiles and conversations started all around the bar. The 6 sat there scratching their heads and wondering what went wrong. What arseholes!!

7 comments:

bubai said...

haan re apu - japani ta dekhey tor ekbar-o amar kotha mone porlo na? ei ki tor bondhutto?
ar konodin tor blog-ey post korbo na.

Shuv said...

maaaaaaaaaa kasam bubai!! i only thought about u. how your lips move when you talk, how the evening sun sets fire to your hair, how your eyes crinkle when you smile, how your voice washes me in soothing waves when you sit with me and talk. i miss you.

kaushik said...

this trend of white women (chinky, black, brown and white) cavorting in the lounge bars, coffee shops in slinky wear is very common sight in blore..

I being a married man with an adorable daughter try and avoid looking at them. But sometimes the hormones overpower me and I look. Then I wonder what fault lies with the men who rape this wonders.

Shuv said...

OH SHIT!! that last line is going to earn you another 'all men are bastards, all they want is fuck fuck fuck' reply from our dear anon..brace yourself koushik!!

vikas said...

when she walked out alone after paying her bill,i felt quite happy that delhi was saved of another popular headlines in the newspapers.

rip van winkle said...

come on bro U could hv done better than sitting and just analyzing the situation!what i figured out is, before everyone else scratched their heads, and after the six of them scratched their heads!come on man,we can do better than this or was there a scratching competition going on? Arigoto...arigoto..

vikas said...

i wish there was scratching competition going on,i would have been happy to join it rather than competing for a babe which i was not in anyways.