There was an earlier post in which I mentioned about 4 of my friends going to Lonavla for the weekend and scoring big-time over there. I think I've deleted that post (now don't ask why!!) but here are the complete details of what transpired that cold February night over a bottle of Jack Daniels and Coke...
The lead characters - and they shall go nameless - are two Sindhis, one South Indian and one Marathi Manoos...quite a mix and match of Indian cultures. Another Marathi Manoos, who would have surely joined them, was somewhere selling biscuits in the heart of Bihar. We shall name them Wannabe, Jaggi, Banker and the Goat respectively.
So these four make time from their busy professional schedules and head for Lonavla for a night of drinks amidst the lap of nature. And as always, they are on the look out to score...
Now they are sitting somewhere near a valley sharing drinks and getting totally smashed. It's a beautiful night...a night where almost all damsels choose to fall in distress...
It's a usual Hindi movie scene...a car breaks down in which there's a really beautiful girl. Only this time, she wasn't driving and nor was she alone. A sturdy Sardar is her companion. They ask the boys to help out. Now these guys are very adept at socializing and soon the entire group is sitting around sharing a bottle of Jack Daniels (this was the sardar mundas only contribution).
The guys start hitting on the girl as guys will always do. The Wannabe fiddles with his hairstyle (and yeah not to mention his Blackberry) trying different shapes and styles. Jaggi tries to maximize the effect of his chocolate-boy looks. The Banker throws around his extensive knowledge of real estate and how he has already mapped out his entire future (down to the school where his children will learn dancing). The sardar continues to drink and get smashed. And the girl remains oblivious to the charms of these gentlemen.
Then the boys play their trump card. "We are from XYZ B-school you see...the MMS course"
The sardar stirs at the mention of the word MMS but then goes back to sleep. But the girl has had her interest aroused. "XYZ...you mean The XYZ Institute of Management Studies!!!!" Ofcourse you %&**%&^&, what did you think...the ABC Institute of Management Studies!!! She fires questions at them about placement...alumni...how to crack the CET and so on...
But the Marathi Manoos aka the Goat is uninterested. In fact he's not even part of this conversation. For he has found something that interests him more...something that gives him a high more than anything else in this world. You see...it was a clear night sky...with not a trace of clouds. And on such nights, the stars are out in full flight (now that rhymed quite nicely).
The Goat is busy examining the stars...trying to plot their course...using the arcane knowledge that he has gained during a lifetime of studying ancient Chinese maps. He's on the lookout for the next celestial spectacle which would justify his next trip into the heart of rural India. There's a strange weirdness in watching him watch the stars (and some pity as well). But I never thought someone would find it exotic like the girl did...she's absolutely smitten by him.
Now here I must mention that the Goat is not the average rough and tough Marathi Manoos but rather a well-fed, smooth-skinned eddy-teddy type male...although I'm quite sure it's the stars that got him the girl. Soon enough he's explaining to her the intricacies of star-gazing, about how it's an art that has to be nurtured. He shows her the stars that decide your love life as most girls are suckers for such sappy stuff. And he does throw in a few words in French and Japanese and also tells her about what happened on the 5th of November...and the girl is totally lost...it's her and the stars...stars that twinkle bright.
Soon it's time to part and it’s the Goat that gets her number. Ok...ok...she gives him her email ID but then of course from email to the next step is but a matter of days.
So guys...learn such arcane stuff...never know when it can help you score!!! Jai Maharashtra!!!
Disclaimer: I have used some creative license here. But the bare facts are true…this incident did happen and the Marathi Manoos did score. Also, apologies if I have hurt the sentiments of any faith or religion. As the Goat would say “Gajanan is a non-practicing Hindu and a practicing Christian.”
Also, a big sorry to the characters in this story. I’ve made fun at your expense. So sorry if anything hurt.
The lead characters - and they shall go nameless - are two Sindhis, one South Indian and one Marathi Manoos...quite a mix and match of Indian cultures. Another Marathi Manoos, who would have surely joined them, was somewhere selling biscuits in the heart of Bihar. We shall name them Wannabe, Jaggi, Banker and the Goat respectively.
So these four make time from their busy professional schedules and head for Lonavla for a night of drinks amidst the lap of nature. And as always, they are on the look out to score...
Now they are sitting somewhere near a valley sharing drinks and getting totally smashed. It's a beautiful night...a night where almost all damsels choose to fall in distress...
It's a usual Hindi movie scene...a car breaks down in which there's a really beautiful girl. Only this time, she wasn't driving and nor was she alone. A sturdy Sardar is her companion. They ask the boys to help out. Now these guys are very adept at socializing and soon the entire group is sitting around sharing a bottle of Jack Daniels (this was the sardar mundas only contribution).
The guys start hitting on the girl as guys will always do. The Wannabe fiddles with his hairstyle (and yeah not to mention his Blackberry) trying different shapes and styles. Jaggi tries to maximize the effect of his chocolate-boy looks. The Banker throws around his extensive knowledge of real estate and how he has already mapped out his entire future (down to the school where his children will learn dancing). The sardar continues to drink and get smashed. And the girl remains oblivious to the charms of these gentlemen.
Then the boys play their trump card. "We are from XYZ B-school you see...the MMS course"
The sardar stirs at the mention of the word MMS but then goes back to sleep. But the girl has had her interest aroused. "XYZ...you mean The XYZ Institute of Management Studies!!!!" Ofcourse you %&**%&^&, what did you think...the ABC Institute of Management Studies!!! She fires questions at them about placement...alumni...how to crack the CET and so on...
But the Marathi Manoos aka the Goat is uninterested. In fact he's not even part of this conversation. For he has found something that interests him more...something that gives him a high more than anything else in this world. You see...it was a clear night sky...with not a trace of clouds. And on such nights, the stars are out in full flight (now that rhymed quite nicely).
The Goat is busy examining the stars...trying to plot their course...using the arcane knowledge that he has gained during a lifetime of studying ancient Chinese maps. He's on the lookout for the next celestial spectacle which would justify his next trip into the heart of rural India. There's a strange weirdness in watching him watch the stars (and some pity as well). But I never thought someone would find it exotic like the girl did...she's absolutely smitten by him.
Now here I must mention that the Goat is not the average rough and tough Marathi Manoos but rather a well-fed, smooth-skinned eddy-teddy type male...although I'm quite sure it's the stars that got him the girl. Soon enough he's explaining to her the intricacies of star-gazing, about how it's an art that has to be nurtured. He shows her the stars that decide your love life as most girls are suckers for such sappy stuff. And he does throw in a few words in French and Japanese and also tells her about what happened on the 5th of November...and the girl is totally lost...it's her and the stars...stars that twinkle bright.
Soon it's time to part and it’s the Goat that gets her number. Ok...ok...she gives him her email ID but then of course from email to the next step is but a matter of days.
So guys...learn such arcane stuff...never know when it can help you score!!! Jai Maharashtra!!!
Disclaimer: I have used some creative license here. But the bare facts are true…this incident did happen and the Marathi Manoos did score. Also, apologies if I have hurt the sentiments of any faith or religion. As the Goat would say “Gajanan is a non-practicing Hindu and a practicing Christian.”
Also, a big sorry to the characters in this story. I’ve made fun at your expense. So sorry if anything hurt.
7 comments:
You really ahve a good knack of story telling buddy!! Nice post!! Hilarious in parts...:)
thank you sirjee!!!
:-) :-)
U shud change the name from goat to gotya... sounds more in sync with the marathi aspect :P
i did think of using that but gotya might sound offensive as well...so desisted...
Hahahahahaha!!! You sure can spin a yarn, Gajju!! And FINALLY all those references to Sindhis and heroes-and-heroine and scoring make sense! :D :D :D
hahahha...thanks for the compliment but what's a story teller without the characters??
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