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I told him that I believed in concrete data points. As I am not a gut feel person. Unlike Deep. I also figured that the crowd in the dotcom start-up would be younger and hence more fun.
Suitors with attractive packages. What did he think I was asking him about? Prospective suitors! Before I could bombard him with profanities.
I politely thanked him and disconnected. I was impressed by his thorough. I waited for him to say more. If being adventurous and experimental counted for anything. Even though he was pulling my leg. Just when I thought I could buddy up with this guy. I was only looking for a good experience while I was stranded in India. People get bored after a while. Dad told me you went through a similar situation four years ago.
As I had no other claims on my time. I made a table of all the pluses and minuses. Next I gave points to each company against each factor. You offered such a tempting bait. Switching suitors when bored. I know little else about you. Mature suitors vs fun suitors.
Before I could clear his misconception. I hope. I heard him chuckle. I was a numbers person and favoured a systematic. I tittered self-consciously. I had nowhere to rush. Call a few close friends and decide based on their inputs. The decision was done. Close friends! Either he was desperate to get close to me or was too conceited to assume that I was trying to get close to him. I then wrote a long mail to Jay telling him how lonely I was and how badly I longed to be in his arms.
Before I logged out. I commented. I had no idea that this seemingly professional and relatively insignificant change was going to decide how. I logged onto Facebook to check the latest news in my social circle. I recalled how I had lost my head over that boobs-on-display Denise. There was one of me kissing Jay on the mouth.
Neetu had posted some more pictures from her party. I immediately messaged Neetu to remove the picture from FB. One look at the appointment letter and she immediately rewarded me with newfound respect and a professional smile. She looked at me like I was some ill-bred. Two cups of coffee. For once. I pulled open the door.
Deep Shit I was sitting with my legs crossed. As I paid the driver. The reason. I walked through the maze of cubicles. Dubious about whether I had chosen the right job.
I wished I had dressed ostentatiously in showy. I approached the receptionist and showed her my entry ticket to the office loo. I somehow scrambled up the stairs. As I came back. I was still lounging. Lucky him! Applying moolbandh to keep the lid on my pee outlet. I took a seat in the lobby and started flipping through some travel magazines. She checked my name in a list. She was busy talking to someone on the phone.
I peered through the glass. An hour later. I spotted a guy shamelessly taking a leak at the opposite wall grinning to himself. Dilli-type clothes rather than sporting the dignified Fab India look.
I knew I was late. I am in HR. The cab driver relentlessly honked.
I pushed the door to enter the room and found the HR manager busy on a call. I finally saw the sign of iTrot. My job is not just chatting with people.
She motioned me to come in. Guided by a secretary. Must be all the diet coke that I had guzzled last night to stay awake and chat with Jay. I was finally called in. Cursing the situation of Indian traffic. I put my purse down on the chair. My sex? Was he. She then called out to a guy. It was a bad user experience. It was hard to forget someone with that Audrey Hepburnish. As I followed her out of her office.
Listening to her conversation. But for the kindness in her eyes. I will ask the office boy if he knows any full-time maid. They are like these overpowering. I detected a sense of familiarity in her voice. When she stopped. I tell you. I explained that I had gotten delayed.
I pondered what in my resume could possibly have made my manager decide that I be honoured with this wisdom. Pleased with my observation. I felt like I had heard it before. Having dealt with home relations. We kept walking across the cubicles and climbing up the stairs. I raised my eyebrows as if to ask what point she was trying to make. I looked around and realized that we had reached the centre cubicle on the second floor.
I felt a strange unease in my stomach. You can never get along with them.
I observed that there were several customer service posters adorning the staircase walls. I would have assumed she was trying to humiliate me for being late. I had little experience in the matter. So every new employee gets to browse the magazines and while away their time? I was already beginning to like this girl. If this was another of their novel training techniques on how to deal with unexpected events.
I still said nothing. I had been tempted to call Deep once or twice in the last couple of weeks. The purple-checked shirt swivelled around his blue. She introduced herself as Madhuri Dikshit. You know. It was more of a reflex response than a thought- through answer. I thought you would choose the VLSI firm.
I was immobilized. Choose us! I had just chosen one of the many thousand dotcom companies in Delhi-NCR. I was certainly not doing well. I heard him tell me the name of a systems person who could help me with my PC. Someone had cast a body-binding spell on me. I think he had a faint idea of the confusion and bewilderment I was experiencing.
I was hallucinating. Unlike the hilltop photo however. Then she offered me a piece from her dairy milk chocolate which I promptly devoured. I let myself sink in the empty chair. I stared at the familiar. At least. Not you! I tried to clarify. I am rarely wrong about people. I am fine.
I had even visited his website dgblahblah. Everyone knows she has the hots for Deep sir. Wait till you hear him sing. I gave her a whatever shrug. I am Suhaani. Thinking that she might have offended me. I was too dumbfounded to decipher the relevance of the DDLJ dialogue yet. Whoever this Kammo was. Assuming that I doubted her.
Deep sir is like GOD to me. The incredulous look must have been plain on my face. I wondered if he had used the nice and very nice girl joke on them. I bit my lips to stop a naughty smile from creeping on my face. It was evident that she so did not believe me. He stopped at 8. I enjoy surprises. You can count up to using base 2 notations on 10 fingers. I saw Sanjeev carefully survey the people in the neighbouring cubicles.
In general. I looked at him blankly. But too much spice can be difficult to digest. With 2 to the power of 8 being They add spice to day-to-day life. Was he living in the black and white era? I gaped at him in disbelief. Myself Sanjeev Sharma. He squeezed his bulky frame into the chair next to me.
Deep is my brother from another IIT. I had quite liked that character. Seeing the perplexed expression on my face. I could smell the coconut oil in his hair even from a distance. Immediately the image of a friendly. I was about to tell her that I had little faith in fate. Sporting a tilak on his forehead and a partially unbuttoned. I quietly followed him.
Give me a break! Such things are supposed to only happen in movies. I was sitting in my room with Jay next to me. On my way.
I wanted to be angry with Deep for landing me in this soup. It was a relief to be hidden from peering eyes. He bent down slightly. I was left alone staring at their backs.
I heard the unsettling voice from the aisle and quickly turned to face my workstation. I felt curious glances from the people I passed. I tried to walk cautiously so that no one could hear the clicking of my heels or the thumping of my heart.
But this time. He was massaging my shoulders with his powerful hands. They were seemingly busy working. Sanjeev also glared at me accusingly for being unreasonably rude. In Deep Shit. Gathering a notebook and a pen. Not only was I now reporting to a guy my dad wanted me to marry.
I was already feeling an amalgamation of confusion. It had a gruff. But of course. Not that I could feel any more humiliated. I got an immediate response from Di. The room had a soothing blue paint and glazed glass windows so no one from outside could see what was happening inside.
Um … I was just thinking about this crossword clue. Baffled and in dire need of some sane advice. I knew both Madhuri and Sharma ji thought I was stupid to dislike Deep. Speaking of which. Deep was standing next to my seat. Both sex and run will fit. I was thinking along different lines. His nonchalant expression was a total contrast to the addled state of my mind. Adding embarrassment to the mixture could hardly make it worse. I answered flirtingly.
The last thing I wanted was for Deep to catch me mucking about. I was confused as to whom I should blame. Aaa … three letter word for a fun way to exercise. I can talk to Kavita and we can have your group changed. I stared at the framed picture hung on the opposite wall.
I saw no point in arguing with him. He looked earnestly into my eyes. This time I pulled my eyebrows together. He was a keen observer and quite perceptive too. Usually I had to tell Jay when I was upset with him or I could sulk for weeks in vain.
If he had indeed misjudged my capabilities. Only Professor Snape could do legilimency even in the magical world. I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head to convey my indifference. Like I had any feelings for him! I already had a handsome hunk for a boyfriend. Was it my imagination or did I actually see relief sweep across his face? Feeling an inexplicable urge to put him down. There was a picture of a female customer.
Plus the project has high visibility and scope for immense impact. I was not ready to tell Deep how awkward I was feeling. Over-confidence is a widely prevalent virus among the breed that is IITian.
I felt that your user interface skills would be an asset to our new initiative. I thought it would be a good exposure for you. How so? Was he now implying that I had joined iTrot because I knew he worked here and I wanted to get close to him? I was still not convinced. I assumed you may know.
At the bottom was a quote from Michael Stipe that said. I had not had the chance to ask Deep about wait-the-talk lesson yet. I saw the farfetchedness of my idea and let it drop. I was painting him nude. Unable to nail Dad. I took a shot in the dark. She looked like a lawyer focusing on the details of a case. She returns to India to convince her parents.
Not only was I implying that Deep had a thing going for me. I felt transported to my childhood. She immediately put on a straight face. Stop making fun now! I could tell that she was seriously racking her brains now. American Dad. Chachiji would have surely taken the bait on homosexuality.
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It had always worked. FB updates are the fastest. Better still. I acceded that initially I had declined the offer to switch the team because of my ego.
Looking at my crestfallen face. Di advised that rather than debating on how I got into the soup. She had asked him to wait. Years of practice had made her perfect in this field.
Accept his group change offer. All kids make mistakes and all parents know and forgive. For a split second. This will not be a NO and yet be a NO. Was I unsure of myself and Jay or was I just being careful not to hurt my parents? I was still unconvinced. She was all of twenty-one then.
The thought of not being their ideal daughter was frighteningly unthinkable. I think you now ought to let them know about Jay. We were both alone. I saw the longing in her eyes for that half of hers that she had lost. I might as well go to the war front in Israel or walk the streets naked. Tanu di was the one I was closest to. I had no siblings and her siblings had moved on in life. I had since learned that the special project would give me access to FB which was otherwise banned within office.
After we were both done indulging in comic relief.
We could talk. Among all my cousins. If you consider me worthy of company. Facebook for Tanu di was like wearing make-up for my mom. YouTube and tube8. The best part about Tanu di was that like the shock-absorbers of a Sumo van she would spring back soon enough after a bumpy stretch.
I will book a table for two. Tanu di said no and the girl retreated to the kitchen. I will be in town this Friday. He is not on FB. I am quite an independent. Is he good-looking? John Abraham types! She may have denied her heart from loving another man. It was good to see her back to her cheerful. You do it because others are doing it. The cook came back. Would love to catch up with you. I could tell from the youthful exuberance that lit up her face that she was back to her IIT days.
He works as an independent consultant in the bay area.
I was surprised that Tanu di had checked FB. Like most people of her. Perhaps his wife divorced him because they were sexually incompatible? Coming from Tanu di. When were you planning on telling me? Have you guys kissed yet?
I am so happy for you! She smiled at my deliberate rephrasing of the question. Recognition at the pan-India level was a testimony to her sheer hard work and undying spirit. So he is sexy. He was one of the panellists. I reckoned one was a tear of joy at having achieved the goal she had set out to conquer a decade ago. I quickly turned to the relevant page and skimmed through the article. What happened to the good old you-ask-a-question-and-wait-for-the-reply way of communicating?
When will the results come? Did he ask you out in Mumbai? I tried to close my mouth. Last I knew. She gave me a smug look. Seeing my shocked expression. It described how she had taken refuge in a corporate job when her first start-up ApproxAir succumbed to the millennium dotcom crash. The business now had partnerships with several hundred educational institutes across the nation and had job-trained over one lakh graduates.
It was hard to imagine that a handsome catch like him was still available. I let out a little shriek. She shook her head gently and smiled back. Today was certainly a day of surprises. I trudged back home to face my parents. I prefer not to mix business with pleasure. There was a message from Mom saying that they were waiting for me for dinner. With butterflies. The other was a tear of regret at having lost her love in pursuit of her goal.
Her dream had come true at the hands of this good-looking guy. I shook my head in a no. He wants to invest in my company. There was only one possible reason I could fathom. I had forgotten about the impending danger to mine. To my romantic mind. There was not much point in arguing with a Taurean.
My phone burped. But now. Neha and I were bosom buddies ever since my first day at play school when she had shared her favourite cookie with me. Neha could never be serious about boys. I was on my way back home. A few years later.
Two little girls with little ponies bouncing on either side of our heads. Check him out. You got to experience it to believe it. I wondered if Jay was having fun with another girl on the side. The image of Denise snogging Jay flashed before my eyes and I contemplated flirting with Deep just to make Jay jealous. I could almost see her shrugging her shoulders in her no-big-deal attitude. I smiled at my own slip-up. Del—forget what I said. We even made it together to the junior school student council—she.
I geared the conversation away from me. They were like toys to her. This was tough. That one soul with whom you wanted to share all your joys. Holy smokes! She was not alone. But that was not all there was to life. With Neha and Tanu di at loggerheads in my head. You also had to find that one person whom you loved and who loved you back unconditionally. I was still undecided about how to handle Deep and Jay.
I agree that you should explore unchartered territories. My heart pined for Jay. Sensing my discomfort. I pressed the button for the ninth floor. You could see his face and hear him say he misses you. Neha offered an alternate approach. How does one ever know if he is THE one for you? I wished there was a website where I could answer twenty simple questions and compare guys. Why do you want to tell your parents about Jay yet? I left the engine on. You are beginning to sound like your mom.
Despite the video calls. I gotta go. On the other end of the spectrum was Neha. On one extreme was Tanu di. The elevator started moving up. I knew telling them about Jay would only fast track their groom hunt. Agreed that Neha was lucky to share the burden of parental expectations with her siblings. It was meant to be.
The one face whose smile will brighten your mornings and soothe your pain. You did nothing. I reached home. I was about to disagree. While I wanted to be honest with my parents. I found myself evaluating all the available blokes I knew on the LSM metrics.
What if Neha was correct and no single sperm source has it all? All the while she was talking to me. I wondered if Jay could deliver good mileage under rough conditions on a long journey. Mom decided to get straight to the point. I had done the spreadsheet analysis again on my way back home. I quickly washed my hands and attacked the food. If this day got any more confusing.
Preoccupied with my private screening of the Neha vs Tanu di match. Mom was right. The dotcom had still emerged a winner. Are you? Unable to handle the joke. I was not even engaged to this guy and his mother was already trying to rule my life.
Dad was on an unusual guilt trip. If he was apologizing for not telling me that Deep works at iTrot. What complications? Had I missed something? I knew what I was going to do. She informed us that you are reporting to Deepak and she wanted us to persuade you to change your project.
I forgot to forewarn. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. But you must change the project if not the company. She had finished wiping the table spotlessly clean and was now reviving her laptop. And Neha thought I could fool around with Deep. You can always find another job. Pa also looked concerned. I had more or less planned that I would not tell them about Jay yet. This time I was a bit louder. This is why I hated arranged marriages.
He was only trying to save his own ass. I had to put an end to this story immediately. I thought to myself. There was no question of flirting with a prospective suitor. Neha was wrong and Tanu di was right. It will be tough for the poor guy to pretend otherwise at work. If I was to listen to Neha and as much as accidentally brush my hands against this to-be. I had barely joined the same office project and the two sets of parents were already advising me on its pros and cons.
He must need a resource for the project desperately. My present had been debated and my future nailed. In a few hours. He could tell from the controlled pace of my breathing that I was about to blow my top off.
She was back in the dining room cleaning the table. In all likelihood. She had no clue about arranged affairs. I have only learned to appreciate the value of true love from Di. When I shook my head. It was hard to get him to be serious. She had even perfected the land usage on her farm so that every unit of her farm was profitable. I think I have nailed it this time. I get a bigger house if she gets to paint more. I rejoiced at my victory. Like in your own apartment. You already gifted it to me on my seventh birthday.
Himself fond of Tanu di. Do you want to take time off and paint for a while? She was busy planting strawberry crops on her farm. This generation needs arranged marriages or else their marriages will result in instant divorces. He was full of love. I told you. Dad had to know the truth now. I could not look him in the eye for I had told him otherwise just a few weeks back. He was not angry with me. It was hard to imagine Mom as anything but a mom.
I looked at my mom. Finally she was seeing my POV. Your FB relationship status says you are single. I am not seventeen. I got my email id on my thirteenth birthday. A fling at this age is nothing but a fleeting fluttering of our fragile hearts. The entire truth. He was not hurt either. But I still get to hug you. I had never heard Mom talk about her youth before. Dad held my face in his hands and gazed in my eyes as if searching for something.
Totally pre-Internet. I was skipping classes to have tea with this other guy in college. It is so archaic. It requires understanding. I nodded. I knew the answers. She had closed the laptop momentarily and was trying to deal with this sudden twist in the tale. I was not a big fan of fasting myself. I told her that his mom was from the south and perhaps not very religious. I hugged him tight and started planting quick kisses on his cheek. Somewhere in the back of my mind. I felt my confidence rising.
I waited for his reaction. I looked into his eyes and all his dreams for me flashed past me. I knew Mom would blow her fuse any time now.
The dream of playing cricket with his future son-in-law. She had figured that if his surname was American. I saw his dreams die.
He showered the kisses back. One by one. Even if Jay learned the technicality and complexity of cricket. Falling in love is easy and falling out even easier. What would you choose? Where I liked clutter. My Facebook status read. I went up to my room. It must be the doing of all the expectations from an arranged marriage. Can a person change so drastically as they grow old? I shivered at the possibility. Me become like Mom. Sometimes I felt she was missing out on all the fun on life as it was meant to be lived.
She had just received some mystery eggs notification from her neighbours which were hatching into white. We were the complete opposite of each other.
While I loved experimenting with my looks. Where I saw joy. There was no way I could see myself tending to farms and livestock with the dedication and sincerity my mom exhibited. Good thing I was not going down that path. Her life was a series of well-planned tasks. His hair was all ruffled and his voice still crummy. She needs to know that her boyfriend loves her more than anything else in the world.
It looked like he had just woken up from deep sleep. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously and searched for lipstick marks on his neck and ears. Why would actresses spend millions on increasing their cup size if sun bathing is all that they needed to do? I have been pinging you for an hour.
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