why o why - II

Not replying to msgs is not an act of busy-ness but boredom. Why? Here comes the answer

Random: Hi Wazzzaaaaaa
Me: Nothing much, So sup?
Random: Nm... so what u doing these days?
Me: Nothing much
Random: Oh same here too, so hows life
Me: Nothing much... usuals
No better than having such text chats its better to stare at the fan and count the number of rotations, its so much better

Oh Btw.. most of these randoms are the people whom i don't know, to be clear, i would have known them but don't know who they are exactly. In short i dint have their numbers stored.

So one sunday the Devil in me woke up and showed me a way to kill boredom. and i deciese to begin 'empty the wallet' plan
A msg from unknown number


98449....: Hey Wasupppppp
me : nm
98449...: lets meet up?
Me: ok.. where?
98449...where ever u want
Me: What about 10 D
98449...: What is 10 D
Me: 10 Downing street
98449...: Ha Ha Ha.. i know u r VIP-asha but u r not VIP
Me: why only VIP go to 10D.. i have been their so many times
98449...: Ha Ha Ha.. don't kindle, seriously tell where u want to go
Me: Its only and only 10 D
98449...: ok you book tickets
Me: Entry is free
98449...: i never u knew you have contacts
Me: Everybody goes there.. its open even in day time and you can have delicious buffet with beer
98449...: Haha you are so funny
Me: whats so funny?
98449...: check ur mail;

Mail: I am so lucky to have our date here
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/10_Downing_Street

Reply: sorry to disappoint you but the date is off coz me n Gordon Brown are on a break

:)

why o why!

holidays are the worst time of my life. during work days I yearn for it like Rakhi Sawant for publicity. but when the they day 2 of absolutely nothing-doing-day arrives i curse my own yearns..

so to help my helplessness of boredom i decided to for a date. Now this is another tragedy, getting dated these days are difficult like never before, its like searching for a virgin in LA. Luckily or unluckily i found this guy who probably who agreed for a dte with me

Not that it was my first date, its just that after a long time someone thought he could handle my love handles(flab.
the venue was perfect. i looked good (Thank heavens loose, hanging clothes r in fashion) and he looked surprisingly smart ( or rather i was men - deprived)

I: Hey lovely place

He: Yea i have been here a coulpe of times

I: Uh hih...

He: this was Mayas favourite place

I: maya?

He: My ex Girlfiend!

I: Oh !(God, please please please God, this be the end of Maya talk)

He: i took her here 3 years back. she was wearing green i was wearing black. I could see the glimpses of her back kajal. I wished I was that. So i loved her like mad and i would have builts a Taj Mahal in Choolaimaedu coz she was born there. and i would have made my Taj Mahal pink because she wore pink Chaddi eveyday. it made me angry that her jeans wetre low n every1 could see her chaddi. so what chaddi is a chaddi. i too wear chaddi

I(thinking): So i also starte wearing pink chaddi. same chaddi again every day on the 24th meeting i bought another 1....

I to He: so the pink Chaddi campaigners were ur frnd?

He: what???? Aint my love story heart-warming

I: yes Of course!

He: so i was telling that she

I(inturupts): lets order I am hungry

He: Ok sure.. U know what Maya..

I(back to my thinking mode) : Why o Why god! whhyyyyyy.... cant a single, male-deprived, romance-deprived women have the right to go for a date. I my desiers are not quixotic, all i want is a gracious male gender who can talk about me not to me about his ex...

food arrives n that fool still continues to yap... and i eat n he talks.



He doesn't even care that m not listening and gaping at a bulging biceps next table.

By now i had imbibed the Maya Phobia. I would best any Maya under the sun to death. strangle her throat and choke her lungs out of her nose as her mouth will be stuffed with her broken hand.

then came the surprise, that easily rated ill-mannered fool offered to drop.. pa! i still believe that god shows mercy!

thankfully he had a car and the minute i stepped int ot it slpet. dont blame me, i was so fuc**ing bored..

the car stoped, i opened my eyes n guess where i was

Maya's House'