"If It hadn't Been For Cotton Eyed Joe
I'd Been Married a long Time Ago
Where did you come from where did you go
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe
He brought a disaster wherever he went
The hearts of the girls were to hell, broken sent.
They all ran away so nobody would know
and left only men .." beep..beep..beep !
The power drained and the red light was blinking.My Ipod got switched off.There were insects all over the place, buzzing around the faintly glowing bulbs.Almost half the first class compartment was empty and I had enough place to sit.But I never liked the concept of getting seated in a local train.So did my colleagues.We prefer to stand near the entrance.The journey from my office to home is almost an hour long.
It was 6:15 PM.The crowd from all the nearby companies took this train usually.We were standing near the entrance and we had started talking about the day's happenings.
We were again talking about girls.One of the two topics,which impressed us very much.The other one being alcohol.For a change that day we were talking about the characteristics and the kind of intellect the girls have.
All through my life I've heard common rambling from girls.Whichever girl i met,would say that the girls are always mature than the guys of the same age.That's the reason they marry older guys , to match the maturity level.I was telling this to one of my colleagues.
Unlike me ( ;) ) he was a chauvinist.
"You know how a blonde would put off her cigarette?".
My face was blank.I am not a smoker and I've not seen girl smoking.But ya!!!I've seen smoking hot girls.
"She throws it in the water and steps on it." , he quipped and started laughing.
"That's the kind of brain they've got.Peanuts."
I didn't smile for that and my face was still stern.I was thinking about this for sometime.
Suddenly, my colleague standing next to me,whispered in my ears."Psst.Psst,Psst...".I was still thinking about the way smoking girls put off their cigarettes.I didn't hear him.He noticed it and whispered again,this time with a slightly higher volume.
"That girl has been staring at you for a long time now.". We would tell this to each other often.Who wouldn't want an ego boost.
"Haaa!!! which girl?"
"The one standing near the other exit."
Oh god!She was fat.So fat that she would surely break her family tree.It was a guy's job to stare at girls and when the girls did that, i felt a bit uneasy.I quickly turned my head and started looking in the opposite direction.I saw an orange flash and i smelt lilies.A girl was standing there in front of me.
She was wearing a black ID tag around her neck.Infy? MindTree ? CapGemini? or that export company? I didn't know.But all i could see was a beautiful smile and those rose lips moving artistically.It was like she was singing a song.I didn't hear her.Everything around me started moving slowly.And suddenly the world seemed to stop.Slowly i tried to concentrate on the song.
"Excuse me! ..... ... . .".Is that the song from the recent kollywood flick kandasamy? I sharpened my ears and tried to concentrate.I heard what she was singing.Actually not singing.
"Excuse me!!!Could you get the **** out of the way.I need to get down.Do you hear me?" (**** is not that 'F' word you are thinking about.Girls dont speak that way,that too,with ME :) )
"Oh sorry!I didn't realise that I was blocking the way.Sorry!!!!"
She gave a dry smile and got down.She carved her way gently through that lonely station and in a few seconds,she was gone.I turned back and looked into the compartment.My colleagues were standing there.They literally surrounded me.A wicked smile in their face.And suddenly they burst out into laughter.
"Thala!!! avlo dhana unga office la irukka anda italian ponnu kadha? aala maathiteengala?"
(Read as : So, What about the Italian specialist you were looking at,all these days? Planning to change your dream girl?)
No! I wasn't.I never felt anyone could possibly replace her,at least till that day.
To be cont...
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