Encounters of the third kind

Three days back I met a girl in Gurgaon. Needless to say, she was pretty.

I was smitten by her the moment I saw her – probably because I had spent six years in Chennai and was longing for somebody fair. If you are a Chennai woman you will have to excuse me…I am only echoing what fair, tall North Indian males think of south Indian women. I wish they get to meet all the fair Iyer and Iyengar girls we have in Chennai.

This lady was clad in a pink shirt and a black trouser. Sharp to look at and quick in her walk – what more does a married man need in a woman to fall in love with?

Even as I was staring at her, she looked at me and smiled. I looked behind – it always happens with me – and there was nobody!

Was she smiling at me? Oh my God! Gurgaon was the only city in India where I didn`t have a love interest and will she be able to fill in the blanks, I wondered.

“Excuse me, do they have an ATM here?” She asked.

My world came crashing down (and like Bush I couldn`t blame the Al Qaeda). So this girl wasn`t coming to propose to me. Gurgaon…is definitely strange.

I don`t know if you have noticed, but girls here have a way of getting their work done – they smile. The more dangerous of them use the word “Bhaiya” before asking for a favor from a man…that`s only if the guy isn`t handsome.

Thankfully when this girl asked me for the ATM, she didn`t use the word “Bhaiya”. Proof that I was handsome?

Even as I was nodding my head she jerked her head back, looked at me again and asked: “Hey! Are you Jammy?”

“Yeah, I am. Why?”

“Are you Jamshed…some Velayuda Rajan?” She was brushing aside my middle name but that was fine by me.

“Yes, I am.”

“The guy that blogs at www.ouchmytoe.com?” She sounded excited…and before I could say yes, she gave me a hug.

“Oh my God…I have been waiting to meet you for such a long time…and I never knew I would meet you like this…in front of a mall!” She definitely was excited and before I knew she was pulling me into a restaurant.

I did try to tell her that I was waiting for a guy friend of mine…but before the words escaped my lips…I had messaged my friend that I was caught up in office and couldn`t make it.

There are times in life when one has to take tough decisions…so it was between Pizza and Chinese. Since Pizza was easier to eat and didn`t require chop sticks…I told her that I loved Pizzas.

The next two hours were spent at the Pizza Hut and we even played a bit of footsie. I with the waiter and she with the handsome man across the table – she sure had long legs!

We struck a rapport which was hard to ignore – when she forked a bite of Pizza, I would end up opening my mouth.

We finished the pizza in an hour (how long does it take to eat a regular sized Pizza when you are dropping every second slice into your laptop bag? I was trying to save some breakfast money).

She wouldn`t let me go…when we ran out of topics…she invented more. And then, there was the usual: “Aur kaho?” (Which roughly translated to English means, ‘So, what else?`)

Soon enough it was time for me to ask, “Where next?” and she asked me to stay on for another 15 minutes.

Being a man who falls in love like a bowling pin falls in the valley…I readily agreed.

“Are you waiting for somebody?,” I asked.

“Yes, Vijay said he would be here any moment…I can`t see him though.” There was anticipation in her eyes.

“Who Vijay?” Who ever said men couldn`t be jealous was defiantly wrong.

She didn`t respond…she was looking at the car park. I stood still…wondering if I should have gone with my friend instead. Two minutes later a tall, handsome man walked in and shook hands with her. She then turned towards me and said: “Meet Vijay – our parents have met and agreed on our marriage and now we have to decide if we like each other or not.”

The pretty girl could have pierced a knife thro` my stomach – and pulled out all the Pizza.

I couldn`t see my girl walk away with another man…so called for my cab. As I was walking away…I wiped a tear.

Lesson Learnt: If you have had the spicy Mexican Fireball …don`t take your fingers near your eyes.

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13 thoughts on “Encounters of the third kind

  1. wonder why men think till reaching love n etc on spotting a girl.. a casual frndship does not spourt in their mind… handsome raj bhaiya

  2. Hi Jams!

    Ever wondered why you are learning all your lessons in Pizza Hut? Could you be the modern day incarnation of Buddha, who got enlightened under the Bodhi tree. So, what do we call you “Pizza Hutta”

  3. Very funny! How do you come up with all these stories? (If you deny the ‘coming up’ part, how do you make sure such interesting things happen to you? :D)

  4. I am commenting on ouch my toe after a loooong time I guess, because it broke my heart to discover that you never acknowledge the comments, leave aside replying to them. But then again, I know you are a busy guy, and a writer too! so its okay. But this post is special because yesterday in Metropolitan Mall, in Om Book Shop I heard a girl with a thin book called “Blogging Tips” in her hands, telling her mother about blogging and saying “You know the OuchmyToe thing that I read? Its a blog…see?”
    There you go.

  5. a spicy pizza hahahahaha ………….god rekha i declare u the undisputed winner of the oscar the grammy the pulitzer the whatever in the world for keeping jamshed intact after reading through stuff like this …………..hats off again lady …………………………….
    just love the way u write !!!

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