When B came back after attending his first day in IGNOU he was ecstatic. The girls there were out of the world, he said, and every evening we used to sit around him, green with envy, as he recounted his flirtations with the Neerjas and the Somas of that Utopia. Soon enough, Bhan started pestering him for an 'intro' and then came the fateful day when B pronounced that he had invited some of them to his house for a get-together next week. That week was spent in frenzied preparation, doing push-ups to tone up the body, dabbing Clearsil on those dastardly pimples that had an uncanny instinct of emerging just before these momentous occasions and trying to wheedle out 50 bucks from our mothers to buy a new t-shirt.
A couple of days before the big day, we were in B's house as usual, making plans and allocating the girls amongst ourselves. B was unusually quiet that day and when prodded he said 'look guys, one thing i must tell you is that these girls i have invited are not too hot'. His comment was swept aside in our collective enthusiasm..at that time anything in a skirt used to be good enough for us. However, during the next couple of days, B kept on, his descriptions of the girls involving newer and more strongly worded negatives and eventually some seeds of doubts got planted in our minds.
Sure enough when the big day came our suspicions came true. Me and Bubai were always the 'look before you leap' types..so we decided to check out the girls from Bubai's balcony when they arrived. And boy! They were a sorry looking lot, even for our highly compromising standards! Bhan, shaved, perfumed and freshly scrubbed from his monthly bath, however was not so lucky as he was already in B's house by that time. So, after sitting through a horrible afternoon, an understandibly furious Bhan launched into a tirade when we reconvened in the evening in B’s house. B took this for about 10 minutes, then barked out ‘don’t you talk to me about bad looking girls. Your girlfriend is the worst sample I have seen in my life’.
And you know why that was totally below the belt? B had once gotten interested in a girl who used to move around with a girlfriend who was, shall we say, a bit ‘problematic’. So B had this brainwave. He convinced BH to ‘appo’ the girlfriend and then through her got to know the other girl. B had his fun with the girl, BH ended up marrying the ‘problematic’ girlfriend.
B was amazing!
Aug 10, 2006
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9 comments:
thanks for bringing back my interest in your blog.
theres so many more. start posting one everyday.
bappa ta ke :)? anyway, tomar blog URL ta hariye felechhilam, so now I m bck!
sorry Vivek - I'll come back to you after some time. Currrently, I'm deeply into my old love Bappa.
in any case you cheated me - I was waiting for you at the airport but u didn't come out to see me.
deba: bappa was god..
dada its not getting any better,stop writing ur blog for others.i loved they way u wrote it for urself.
uff...itna pressure!
vivek bhai why do u have to get inspired from his stories or feel anything about them they r trash.i meant what i like to read more here is something of his memoirs.he might find this request as trash too but hey guys i have an idea lets piss off apu so everyone come up with a request of what u want him to write.i can hear abuses from dada coming already hahahahaa
vikas tera naya naam hai ABC..aussie bastard chutiya (man i am good!)..
by the way..tu bola tha aus pohuchke settle hoke u will start blogging about yr new life..i want the URL tomorrow.
isko dhamki nehi, chetavni samajh lo.
ha!ha! this was hilarious.
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