DIARY OF AN EMOTIONAL FOOL EPISODE 4

DIARY OF AN EMOTIONAL FOOL

“Look  ashima, I have had enough of your threats …what do you want?” I was annoyed

“so u wont be opening the door?”

“no”

“ohkay…..so will u atleast answer some of the questions…please?”

“what questions?” I asked…then she texted me these

“1 fill in the blank

-------he come tmrw?

2 what is the short form of you?

3 what is the presen tense of went?

4 what did the teacher say when the kid didn’t do his homework

5 what is the name that comes out when u cut vidya into half?

6 complete the dialogue…. Kbhi bhi 3 cheezo ko underestimate mat karna..i , ----, myself

Answer them for me arjun!”

“ASHIMA…ARE U NUTS? WHAT IS IT?” I was baffled

“just answer na” [UFF HER “NAA” AFTER EVERY SENTENCE BLOWS MY MIND  AWAY…BUT ARJUN STAY ANGRY STAY ANGRY]

“1 WILL

2U

3GO

4OUT

5 VID

6 ME……..NOW WHAT?”

“ofcourse arjun I would love to but first open up the door na” she winked

“excuse me?”

“dumbass….look what you have asked me?” she laughed

“what…its just answers to the questions..it says WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME?” I said

FK….SHIT…..SHE JUST ASKED ME OUT..I MEAN I JUST DID…GOD …THIS GIRL IS GETTING CRAZIER BY EVERY PASSING MOMENT…HOW COULD SHE THINK OF IT…I MEAN IM MORE SHOCKED THAN HAPPY JJ

“yes I will arjun…no need to ask me again and again…now open the door na ..will u? its freezing cold out there”

I grabbed my coat shouted to ravi that I was leaving with ashima while he was prancing around in the house with 2 phones stuck to his ears..obviously at this pointbhai ki bandi bhi imp nhi thi….good good…finally a happy ending to both of our woes…he cleared the exam…and I got my bandi….

“ravi…saale deo use krrha hu”

“saale…door hat jaa..pichle mahine me 2 dabbe khatam krdie deo ke…m nhi deraha”

“dekh bhai nhi h….tera result bacha lia na maine”

“green mango…lekin 3 spray se zyada ni krega”

“pkka”

Taking my car keys and coat I ran downstairs opened the door and there was she …shining in a black shimmer coat with pink pants and high heels with silky straight hair running down all the way to her waist..and a big sorry card in her hand, she looked like an angel [CONTROL ……ZYADA SENTI NA HO…DON’T TELL HER HOW U FEEL]

“HEY” she called out

“hey …hi…” I went up to her and we did a quick hug

“come on….i have a little surprise planned for u”

“ahan? As if asking me out so slyly wasn’t enough” I winked …she blushed

“acha na….come on …lets go na…its getting late..” [ SUBHANALLAH….YE BANDI APNE “NAA” SE MERI JAAN LEKE HI RAHEGI] I smiled

“okay…give me the car keys…I am gonna drive”

ALL MY LOVE TOWARDS HER WAS NOW GOING DOWN..DEAR GIRLS IT’S A SINCERE REQUEST FROM US TO U TO PLEASE LET US DRIVE WHEN WE ARE WITH U..AAGE PEECHE JISKI JITNI THOKNI HAI …THOKO..BUT PLEASE SPARE OUR CARS…WE GUYS HATE LETTING OUR GIRLS DRIVE…PLZ UNDERSTAND ..ITS A BOY THING

“ashima…ill drive u…tell me where u want to go”

“arjun trust me…” and with her puppy eyes she melted my heart away

“okay but please be very very careful…shes just a year old and I don’t want to hurt her” I was being protective

“don’t worry..ill drive ur baby safely”she replied back

So we got into the car and with ashima driving , a smile came across my face …and ashima noticed it

“yeah yeah arjun I know what u r thinking” she blushed embarrassingly

“obviously u should know…actually right now I was thinking to shout on u to stop the bloody car” I flirted

“oh please arjun, will u let it go…”she smiled

“uhun….not until that Pikachu stops growling at me” and we both shared a warm laughter

After a few seconds of silence, ashima spoke “arjun?”

“hmm?”

“look I am really sorry for whatever I did at the office…I was partly at fault..see being new to a place u tend to protect urself and that was exactly I was trying to do and then seeing that photograph I was so angry at u..i thought without even proper evidence that u would have done it…I am really sorry arjun…u r a great man” she apologised

“its alright ashima, let it go….yes I must admit I was really mad at u..but what can I do…ur black coat and this amazing card has made it up all..forget whatever happened”

“Thanks” she said and stopped the car in front of a lounge

“what is this place ash?” I tried to be as romantic as possible

She noticed that I called her ash and said nothing wich implied that the ball was a perfect one to hit a sixer.

“just come inside na” she took my hand and led me to a beautiful place…with lights all around and light music in the background..it was soothing

Suddenly a waiter appeared and said the most atrocious thing ever

“WELCME THE PIKACHU OWNERS..WE ARE GLAD TO SERVE U..I LOOKED AT ASHIMA IN COMPLETE AMAZEMENT BUT SHE JUST WINKED AND SHRUGED IT OFF WITH A FLIRTY SMILE”

Okay so she had already planned all of this…..but why??

AND THEN OUT OF NOWHERE I SAW ASHIMA DOING SOMETHING EVEN  MORE RIDICULOUS …I COULD HAVE FAINTED BUT …TRUST ME..I HAD NEVER SEEN WHAT SHE WAS DOING…

I MEAN HOW COULD SHE…I THOUGHT EVERYTHING WAS FORGIVEN AND FORGOTTEN…THIS COULDN’T BE HAPPENING…ARJUN ARE U IN A DREAM WORLD…I PINCHED MYSELF TWICE TO CHECK BUT NOPE…THE THING WAS DAMN REAL..I HAD TO FACE IT…..

DIARY OF AN EMOTIONAL FOOL EPISODE 3

DIARY OF AN EMOTIONAL FOOL

“How could you do this to me arjun… I thought we were friends” ashima had already created a scene by crying and now the whole office was looking at me in disgust…

I had enough of the melodrama ….

“if u guys wanna carry around more with the juicy gossips go ahead…but before u speak ill of me atleast would someone here let me know the reason!..ashima?” I was on the verge of losing my temper

“arjun look at this” ashima showed her phone to me

BULLSHIT!! WHAT WAS THAT…….MY FB ACCOUNT SHOWED THAT I HAD POSTED A PIC OF ASHIMA AND VIKRAM FROM THE PARKING LOT YESTERDAY…AND I TAGGED IT AS #THE LOVE BIRDS….OKAY FK ….WHEN THE HELL DID I DO IT?..I WASN’T THAT DRUNK TO HAVE DONE SOMETHING SO STUPID AND MAN I HAD A CRUSH ON ASHIMA…WHY ON THE EARTH WOULD I DO THAT??

“ashima…trust me I didn’t do it”

“arjun…the proofs here…what else do u expect me to believe? Huh?”

“look I know u have all the evidence that is turned up against me but do you really feel I would have done such a cheap thing and on the top of it to u” i genuinely looked into her eyes

“I want to believe u arj…..” but vikram cut her in between…..

“why wouldn’t u arjun…u always had a rivalry instinct towards me…and its natural bro…both the times it was me who was promoted instead of you…its human to have developed jealousy…I understand” he was pretending to be the victim hero…saale ke andar to ball dance horaha hoga…ashima k sath publicity jo mili…green mango salaa

“abbey bhai vikram …tu ab sunn” I decided to bring the truth…”tu saale din bhar ladkiyon ko tarta ghoomta firta hai…boss ke sath jitna flirt tune kia saale sabko pata hai..and u still have the guts to tell me that I would be jealous of u…to hell with such a promotion where u are getting it because of your romantic  abilities rather than ur brain…I know what all is done behind that official work so atleast u don’t tell me what I could do…and what I think is….this is one of your stupid pranks to get back on me for yesterday…everybody knows my password….because I use fb only in the office …its an official password which is written in my file to which you could have easily got access to….its just another cheap tricks of yours to pull ashima towards you and cost me my job but trust me vikram I AM NOT EVER GONNA LET THIS HAPPEN ..NOT THIS TIME BRO” I ended with a smirk…[GOD THAT WAS SOME SPEECH….OK ARJUN  CONTROL THAT VICTORY SMILE…]

Everyone in the office was well aware of vikrams reputation but it was only me who exposed him…everybody looked at me in awe….even ashima gave him a death stare and walked towards me but this had gone too far ..i walked away [FK ARJUN…WHAT ARE U DOING? IT’S THE CUTE ASHIMA….]…my self esteem was more imp…if she had doubts she could have shared it personally with me instead of creating a whole scene at the workplace …she should feel guilty.

“arjun..wait”

“not now ashima….leave me alone” and I meant it and got back to work

After the lunch break where everybody sat with me ofcourse leaving vikram…ashima was continuously trying to get my attention….

SORRY ARJUN…I KNOW I SHOULD HAVE TALKED TO U FIRST…ashima texted me

I read and ignored……

This continued for atleast a week ..she watsapped me..texted me..called me…tried to get hold of me during lunch breaks but I always managed to hurry off from the scene as quickly as possible

“arjun…please talk to me once..lemme explain”

“ashima..not now I am busy”[ASK HOW A BOY HEART FEELS TO LET GO OFF THE WOMAN HE IS ATTRACTED TO…THOUGH I FANTASIZED ABOUT HER DAY AND NIGHT BUT I HAD TO STAND UP FOR MYSELF WHICH I DID]

That day I was riding back home…..as soon as I opened the door ravi was crying, or should I say wailing

[ABBEY YAAR…KYA RAHU BAN KE BAITHE HAI….SALA HAR KOI RO RAHA HAI..AB MANAO BAITHKE INKO]

“Saale kya hua ….kyu madhubala bana hua h?”

“bhai paper k result agya…sala 5 number se seat rehgyi…ab ghar pe kya bolunga bhai”

“saale….ullu ….dobara try krlio”

“bhai ab nhi..last2 saal se try krrha hu..ye last attempt tha…bhai mera paper sahi hua tha!..pata nhi..”

“u sure? Acha hua tha paper?....saale paper wale din na meri sister ek pouch, 4 pen,3 pencil,3 eraser 1 scale, 1 cpmpass box, pencil color pata nahi kya kya leke jati hai…saale tu ek pen leke jata hai wo bhi bina dhakkan ke or keh raha hai sahi hua tha” I tried cheering

“bhai mazak na kar…its true..paper was quite easy..”

“BHAI itna sure to ashu ki uss 15000 dress k liye bhi nhi thi” I was doubting now because he was really sure….

“lemme check..give me ur roll number and saale meri shirt se apni naak na ponch…kal already ek kharab kr chukka hai”

ROLL NUMBER-1205678

NAME- RAVI SHASTRI

PAPER- UPSC PART 2

And I entered the info….

RESULT- PASSED 68%...IRS SERVICES ALLOTED

“abbe kutte aankh khol”

“bhai ab to ankh hamesha band krne ka time agya hai’

“madhubala saale dekh bey paas hogya hai…68%....aaj daaru teri taraf se”

“WTF???.....YE…IS IS THIS MY RESULT”

“HANJI”

“BHAI I LOVE U BHAI….BHAI TU BAHUT ACHA HAI…..”

“CHAL CHAL BAAD ME SENTI HUI HO…UNCLE AUNTY KO MUH DIKHANE KE LIYE TAYAAR HOJAA” I was happy that ravi was now smiling….green mango draamebaaz salaa…I was happy for him

We were just rejoicing his success when ashimas msg dropped on my phone

“OPEN THE DOOR”

“WHAT” I REPLIED

“OPEN THE DOOR ELSE……..”

DIARY OF AN EMOTIONAL FOOL EPISODE 2

DIARY OF AN EMOTIONAL FOOL

“stop the bloody car now!!”

“ashima whats wrong…atleast tell me…we are in the middle of a moving road for god sake”

“if you wont stop the car…then…”

“ok ok…no thens and whens…..” and I had to stop my car with 5 cars honking behind him

She unlocked the door and ran as fast as she could….for a second even I thought of leaving this crazy girl and go on home but suddenly I noticed that she had left her black Gucci bag ….THAT MEANS SHE INTENDS TO COME BACK

Out of no where I saw ashima coming in faint light from the headlights I had switched on…with a cute smile..[AHHH HER SMILE…MAN…SHIT…FOCUS ARJUN FOCUS…THIS CRAZY LADY SCREAMED AT YOU A FEW MINUTES BACK]….SO there was she….opening the door …she had something TERRIBLY THREATNING TO MY LIFE….BUT WHY WAS SHE PLANNING TO KILL ME? JUST BECAUSE I STARED THROUGH HER WHITE TOP AND FOR WHICH I ALREADY HAD APPOLOGIZED TWICE?!!

Shes gonna kill me……damn….if she doesn’t wanna kill me then why does she has this thing in her hand ‘ A BLOODY KUTTA’….all furry and with big canines gurring as if to pounce on me

“arjun….everything okay?”

LOOK AT THIS LADY MAN…..LOOK AT THE AUDACITY….FIRST SHE SCREAMS AT ME…BLACKMAILS ME INTO STOPPING MY CAR…AND NOW HAS THIS BULLSHIT DOG IN THE HAND AND HAS THE NERVE TO ASK ME THAT WHTHER I WAS OK!!!? BLOODY HELL

“YEAH…YEAH….do you still plan sitting back as 5 cars are almost swearing to kill me behind” I was agitated

She gave out a lil girl laugh “yeah…sorry..sure”

I sat in absolute amusement for the next 5 minutes replaying what the hell just happened…and ofcourse avoiding the death stare the stupid kutta was giving me

“arjun…look I am sorry but look at the poor thing…the small baby would have died if we wouldn’t have stopped…I am really sorry”

“OK THAT’S SWEET, BUT what about THIS BABY HUH? The sardarji behind me had actually reached to a maa behn ka level….” I tried flirting to gain some sympathy

“umm I said sorry I guess….”

“that’s ok…you are gonna take this dog home?”

“of course and don’t call it a dog…please..her name is pikachu”

SOMEBODY PLEASE TELL ME SHE IS KIDDING…HOWCOME SUCH HOT GIRLS ALWAYS TURN OUT TO BE DUMBASSES…HOW?! BACHPAN ME BOURNVITA NHI PILATI KYA INKI MUMMIE

“OHKAY….hi Pikachu..”I tried sounding cute…

“can I sak you something ashima?”

“yup…sure”

“are you single..?”…I just hope she doesn’t scream this time

“no I am plural” she winked LAME ASHIMA…THAT WAS LAME

“okay ms plural…anyways since u are not so keen answering that question…are u free this Friday? “

“no I am expensive” GOD WHY IS SHE EVEN TRYING SUCH LAME JOKES…I AM ALREADY ATTRACTED TO HER..SHE DOESN’T NEED TODO THAT

“EXCUSE ME?”

“kidding..arjun…yes I am free…we could catch up sometime!”

“COOL….SO HERE ARE WE”

“yeah thanks….arjun” and she began opening the door…I held her hand and tried to be as filmy as possible “allow me”

And like a full stud as I got out of the car to open up the door THE BLOODY PIKACHU SHIT ON ME…..LIKE SERIOUSLY? THE BEST MOMENT OF A GUYS LIFE IS WHEN HES WINNING FIFA OR DROPPING A GIRL HOME LIKE A REAL GENTLEMAN…AND NOW THIS MOMENT WAS SCREWED! LIKE COMPLETELY SCREWED BY THIS KUTTA!…I MEAN BITCH! ARGHHHHH

“HAHHAAAAAA omg…….arjun….i am so sorry”

“its ok ashima…come lemme drop you…”

“that’s alright, ill manage..see you tomorrow”

“see you ashima, take care”

AND I WENT HOME TO HAVE MY DAARU PARTY with ANKUSH AND RAVI

As I entered the room ravi glared at me for not sending ankush out ……I showed him the middle finger and it shut him up…..

After 5 pegs ankush fell asleep and ravi fell pukish so he confessed and finally dilse asked for an apology

“bhai maaf krde I know mai bahut kameena hun ..but trust me teri girlfriend doesn’t love u man…wo tujhse breakup chahti hai…and u know what she came on to me…I didn’t do it “

“bhai chill maar…and forget it….she was never my type…OH AND FOR THE RECORD I DIDN’T SLEEP WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND…SAALA AJ TAK MILWAYA BHI NHI BAS ASHU ASHU KRTA GHOOMTA HAI….”

“BHAI, ashu ne to breakup krlia na….i have nobody now…tera bhai akela hogya hai “ and he puked on my shirt which was already smeared with dog poop

“saale green mango…gaali khaega mujhse…kameene ye shirt tera baap dhoyega?”

“sorry na yaar bhai..le meri green shirt lele,..ashu ne gift kit hi…mere kisi kaam ki nahi..van huesen ki hai lekin..office pehnjaio”

“laa bey…”

And we slept after that….but my mind was continuously trying to figure out how different girls were from us boys….had a girl been in my situation…mr obama had to intervene to stop the cat fight…you see if guys wait for the perfect girl…its all Angelina jolies fault but if a girl waits for the perfect guy…walt Disney takes away the award for creating men and frogs which were loyal, rich,quiet,intelligent and caring an  all in one package…in short IMAGINARY!!!

INFACT I was reading it somewhere in those amazing saheli magazines that my mom reads that if a guy leaves fifa for you in between just to reply you, you should marry him….if that’s the case my girlfriend should have married me by now…but unfortunately she came to know that I never paused the game…UMM..ACTUALLY IT WAS JUST LOADING :P

YOU KNOW TO DESCRIBE MY EX GIRLFRIEND….I DREW THIS IMAGE IN MY MIND

ANYWAYS, I got all drunk, swore on my mom that I didn’t which I have been doing so since my college farewell and ironing my van huesen shirt for the next day I slept ofcourse with ashima in mind!

The next morning I got ready …only to find out that my deo was all empty

“kutte ankush…saraa deo use krlia tune…chal apna de ab…bhai ashima se milna hai”

After using that deo THRICE and checking my hair for the 100^th time I went to the office

AS I ENTERED HOW I WISH I HAD NEVER COME INTO THE OFFICE….WHAT THE HELL WAS HAPPNING…..?

WHAT DID I DO KNOW? ALL MY COLLEAGUES WERE STARING THE SHIT OUT OF ME…AS IF I HAD MURDERED SOMEBODY

‘I didn’t expect this out of you arjun’ a guy over the desk said

“will somebody tell me what is happening?” I was now getting anxious

Everybody looked back onto the chair….ASHIMA WAS SITTING AND SOBBING…WTF?!!!

“arjun, how could you…how could you do this to me?” and raised her hand to slapped me but backed off and started crying…..

WHAT WAS HAPPENING…I HAD NO CLUE….

DIARY OF AN EMOTIONAL FOOL- EPISODE 1

DIARY OF AN EMOTIONAL FOOL

 I don’t know what to call myself…..i mean after 5 breakups one would be a fool getting into the same plunge again!

I am still realizing this  as I sit  in the rain typing ferociously on my laptop ….i guess this is the only way to get these stupid feeling out.

Oh …I forgot to introduce myself…HI I AM ARJUN ….ARJUN BHATIA…you know tried to make it sound like  BOND…..JAMES BOND. By profession I am an IT consultant working with an international firm who screws up your ass by draining 22*6 days out of your life with a fking pay of just 55000/

So most of the times I am either at the office sucking up to my bosses ass to get a pay hike or on the phone with my girlfriend ASHIMA ….or should I say ex girlfriend?

I practically think relationships are over rated….you see yesterday when she brokeoff with me on whatsapp [ man I m seriously thinking…what is more humiliating? Being dumped on whatsapp or farting loudly at my bosses party?]

Look we guys are very simple beings, we can be happy in an instant if someone brings us a bowl of magi [even it’s a day old…I mean who cares?] we are content with a bed a cooler and some good food ……we don’t care whether you curl up your hair or straighten them up…BIG DEAL? KOI FARAK NI PENDA and being a Punjabi just some good food is enough to make us like you !

At 26 if your Punjabi family doesn’t start lookin g for a SONI KUDI , then pardon me my brother you are doomed….see basically marriages suck..be it arranged or love

In arranged marriages, lets just say the snake unfortunately bites you but as in my case …ie love marriages you are dancing in front of a bloody cobra asking him “ kaat kaat kaat bhai kaat”…TO SUM UP…MARRIAGES SUCK…for both genders …its just we the smarter specie realize it while sitting on the horse and the other counterpart realizes it after creating a vaanr sena …

LET ME TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED FROM THE BEGINNING

Okay so have u people been in that awkward MOMENT WHERE YOU ARE SO DEEPLY ENGROSSED IN YOUR THOUGHTS THAT YOU ARE CAUGHT STARING AT SOMEONE DIRECTLY……exactly that’s how I met ashima for the first time .

Don’t judge me….what really happened was mr sahay my boss had  asked me to prepare a report on the annual statistics of the company in a creative manner. But due to the last nights hangover all I was able to do was stare at the wall which stupidly proclaimed “MY BOSS IS THE BEST” I mean how more desperate can people get….that was the only way I could detach myself from last night drunkiness and my dads long sentimental msg to come back to Chandigarh and join his dukaan being the only waaris……and  OFCOURSE THIS MSG FROM ANKUSH…MY ROOMATE WHO NEVER HAS THE MONEY TO PAY THE RENT

“look man I am really sorry for sleeping with your girlfriend…I am very sorry bro…”

“nope” was my reply

“bhai , aisa karega…dekh bhai nahi h…kal zyada pee rakhi thi bhai samjh”

“nope” what did this bastard expect me to say ? agreed my ex gf was a complete flirt and was looking out for ways to get out of the relationship but man cheating is cheating…its illegal

“bhai hum abhi bhi friends hai na?”

“nope”

“then are we enemies “

“nope”

“then what are we?”

“bro WE ARE EVEN …I AM SORRY YAAR WO KAL RAAT KO TERI OR MERI BANDI EXCHANGE HOGYI THI…SO SORRY”

“HILARIOUS BRO….TO AJ RAAT PARTY…SALA ANKUSH KO BAHAR BHEJ DIO….DARU KE PAISE DETA NAHI …PEENE AJATA HAI”

“HAN CHAL OK “

You see that’s how easy we guys are…..we hate complications so we avoid emotional siyappa

So during my transition to meditation, I mean staring at the stupid wall, somebody bhanged my tapasaya

“excuseme? What are you trying to do mr? I heard a girls voice

So before I could turn my chair like james bond and show him what a handsome munda I am I did some calculations  in my mind based on her voice on her figure which I guessed around 38 28 36 and finally turned my eyes up to her face….BANG ON….ABSOLUTELY CORRECT…IT WAS 38 28 36…WOAH…BHATIAJI CHAA GAYE J

“YES?” I asked innocently

“look mr….i don’t know whether you have an xray machine fit in yur glasses but could you please stop staring….its creepy”

“I wish” SHIT SAID THAT OUT LOUD….MAN WHATS WRONG

“Excuse,me?”

“I said I am sorry but I wasn’t staring at you….its just I was trying to concentrate” on her figure …ofcourse I was careful enough not to say that out loud

“really?” now this tone implied that I had to change my defences in order to succumb from  further embarrassment….see being 4 relationships old you know the subtleties that girls use

“look miss I am sorry to make you uncomfortable, that wasn’t my intention” I tried to look  as geeky as possible

“that’s okay…be careful next time” she seemed somewhat pacified

And  after that I saw her when we all were leaving the office….she was talking to that womanizer vikram ….sala har ladki ke saamne stud bane ki adat gayi nhi iske

I ignored and went to the parking lot to get the car and I saw ashima waiting with  her handbag ….ONE OF THE MOST SATISFYING SCENES EVER IS TO SEE YOUR PROMOTION STEALING FRIENDS BIKE NOT STARTING AND THAT TOO IN FRONT OFA GIRL….life me pehli baar waheguru pe itna believe ni hua jitna uss din hogya tha

And then what happened was super amazing

To please ashima and save himself some time to start the bike he flirtly asked “hey wanna hear a joke”?

“no I m already looking at one” GO GIRL…NEVER HAD I FELT SO HAPPY BEFORE….SHE HAD SOMETHING….AND THIS WAS THE SIXER ON THE LAST BALL

Suddenly dad called and I as usual they called me to inform that mom was going on the terrace to jump

My mom was screaming on the phone “jaa rahi hun marne…tabhi chain milega tere papa ko”

“mai bhi jaaraha hun” my dadsaid

“aji tussi kahan jaa rhe ho? Wo padosan Sharma ji ke paranthe khane…humare ghar me to bante nhi haina ?!”

“nhi I am going at nirmal babas place”

“kyu ji, haye toba…..itna pyaar hai to bolte kyu nahi…”

“arre nahi pagli, unhe chadava chadane….kripa ane lagi hai…tum jao jao…kudo “

“dad mom please…mom aap kitna drama karte ho….papa chalo aj raat ka khana bandenge”

“dekho mera puttar nu kitna khyaal hai mera” my mom cheeked

“haa vella hi hai khote da putarr….dukan”

AND I HUNG THE PHONE…..MY PARENTS CAN BE REALLY MELODRAMATIC

SUDDENLY THERE WAS A KNOCK ON MY WINDOW….BLOODYYY HELL..IT WAS ASHIMA…WOHHOOOO….MANN ME LADOO PHOOTA

I rolled down the glass of the car and muted the “wakhra swag ni” music

“hi!”

“hi”

“umm I knw this is way too weird but would you mind dropping me home?”

“yeah….sure…hop in”

“thanks a lot…and neatly placing her black Gucci bag at the back seat she seated herself”

“bdw, I am ashima”

“arjun” I flashed my dimples smile…it usually works magic with girls

“that’s really kind of you arjun to drop me at the last minute”

“no big deal” I shrugged

“so where do you live?”

“I live in preet vihar…and you…”

“just drop me at preet vihar…ill take a bus home”

“no no ashima…its 8 in the evening and delhi aint safe …lemme drop you”

“okay….vasant kunj it is” she smiled

“so…..any girlfriends?” she asked me

MAN….WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY….TECHINACLLY I AM IN ARELATIONSHIP WHICH WAS SCREWED LAST NIGHT BUT SHE HASN’T MADE IT OFFICIAL….AND U CANT TELL A HOT CUTE GIRL YOU JUST MET

“NO”….

“WHAT ABOUT YU?”

“that’s none of your business” she answered back  very coldly

We sat in absolute silence for the next 10 minutes and out of no where she screamed

“STOP THECAR”

“WHAT?”

“I SAID STOP THE BLOODY CAR”

“ASHIMA…WHATS WRONG?”

“RIGHT NOW…STOP HE CAR”