Sem was a nice boy. Nice boys, for the uninitiated, are guys, a majority of whose friends, advisors, advised, buddies are girls, but who, somehow, do not have a girlfriend. They are invited to most of the weekend get-tos, with or without shopping involved, go to most ball parties, accompanied or accompanying and have a ton of buddies, girlfriends, their boyfriends and sometimes even their children included. Sometimes, they can even be found buying stuffed toys for girls ranging from grannies to babies, and their friends term them as nice, albeit a lil too nice to torture with a relationship.
Coming back to where we left our friend, he slept that night on his bean bag, only to be rudely woken up on the Monday morning by his cuckoo doorbell. He opened his eyes just in time to see the cuckoo rush back to the secret cubicle after coo-ing twice! Had he not hated his landlady for it…but stopped after he figured out how fond his niece, who used to visit him sometimes, was of that silly bird. He smiled at the bell and involuntarily shrugged his shoulders. By the time he reached the door, his ‘guest’ had left leaving a rolled up newspaper bill tucked at his door handle.
He picked up the scroll unfolded it and read the amount. Promptly he separated Rs 500 to hand over to the guard on his way to work. He was fond of Chotte, the guard and his affections (In this case) were reciprocated. His shirts (all branded) home sweets share on Diwali, etc went to Chotte who in turn dint mind paying Sem’s bills in time.
Sem washed, dressed, dabbed on some cologne & was all set (with his gelled spiky hair) to reach work. He liked to drive to work & claimed he hadn’t set foot in a local more than 4 times in his lifetime (that too in opposite traffic direction, mind it) A couple of years at work had helped him afford a brand new steel grey car!
He settled his glares and started to reverse his car. It was then that he saw her again…even as she passed by, right there, in front of his car…and confused as he was, he honked the car horn, not once, but twice in succession. The annoying echo filled the parking!
She turned around and glared at him. He was sure he saw her mumble something under her breath… “Why are girls so difficult…?” he sighed
No comments:
Post a Comment