Friday, July 11, 2008

Wit -n(l)ess.

We landed at a social do where we could have skirted our way out in 15 minutes if we wanted to but the urge to try something new on a Saturday afternoon (In the dual between "Need for something new" vs "Grey cells" the winner was "Need for something new" ).
We were at a Book launch and the cocktails and snacks were inevitable.For the record Alcohol to me in any form is not acceptable (not even in the form of cough syrup).No body in my family touches it .
We have no bad history and I guess I just want to continue the good tradition so cocktails were not for me but a glass of mock tail is what I held in my hand.
So there I was standing trying to figure why the salmon was deep fried and not stir fried (Thoughts about the book were not possible. I did not know the name), I happened to bump into a bald guy who apparently returned from the U S of A ,last fortnight (at the end of next fifteen minutes I was 80% convinced he works in a BPO and that was all the reason for his “Angrezi accent”.)
He wanted to share his experience as how he had presided(that’s the word he used) over many book launches and how his knowledge of books was superior to others present in his vicinity. How the taste of the common man was distasteful. That he shared warm relationships with Page 3 writers and how he shunned limelight as he was a reserved person by nature(Somebody please notify the the editors of Oxford dictionary the word reserved now refers to Don Juan) I stood there trying to think of line no 5 of page no 1 of the book”101 ways to get away from annoying acquaintances” well he was not really an acquaintance but that’s the last book I read.
So now this ”dude”(dadoo more like it) turns to me to start another round of conversation.I saw my life savior Sandhya walking towards me I waved frantically to her as though my life depended on it(ahh.. I overreacted , anybody subjected to such treatment disguised as harmless conversations  definately needs to reach out for help)
Now this gentleman beside me greets sandhya as
“ wazzap”
She smiles, pauses and bringing her bag an inch closer to her size "zero" bebo inspired waist turns toward him and says I don’t know .
A pregnant pause.( oh this did REAL damage to his size 15 ego).
Sandhya continued "I have been asked this several times and I really don’t understand the meaning of the word you just spoke. How should one ideally respond to this ?".
Aha “ABCD” squirmed.
NO guys I did not giggle (I was busy counting calories I had devoured in last half an hour).
He replied (His face changing colors from crimson to mud ).
“Well ah you see ideally I am fine would do.Excuse me .I see my friend is standing there alone .Nice meeting you.”
Yipeee.
Sandhya you have no idea what you have done.
Thank you!!!!!!!!
But the ignorant (Ignorance is bliss) and baffled Sandhya looked at me and asked:
“Did I do anything wrong ??”
No girl, you couldn’t have been better.
I smiled.
So there I stood with my version of Hancock (he is the “in” superhero) standing beside me. My appetite all satiated.
And finally the author in question my uncle emerged at last smiled, graced, spoke, read a para, people applauded, we smiled ,He signed a few books .
Time to go.
The world is safe again.

Ps: About the Book
Tittle:”Hidden Monsters”
Author:******
Chapter 1: Strangers at parties.(Damn!!!!)
Publisher:*******
Date: July 2008.

And anybody pointing mistakes in this blog would find place in my uncles sequel coming out next month.
Oh I gotta go now. Osama called up. He can’t seem to take any decision without me. Chow.

17 comments:

  1. :-)
    Lovely read!
    It smells like your style and it did keep my interest alive!
    And yes, a very good exertion the perfect usage of words at the perfect places!!
    Keep up the great work sis! :)

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  2. @kaushik:ahh the Gods are pleased again....must have something to do with the ceremonial lizard sacrifices i have been doing.:D

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  3. That bald ABCD was me!

    You hurt my feelings of superiority and I will vent it here.

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  4. Are you sure it's not a chapter from your own book? I had a good laugh! You should have your own book launch someday... ;)

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  5. @subhobroto:hey you yapped but you kind of looked good bald...so why don't you stick to that hair do...that could be the mantra u have been seeking to attract the female population...u never know...

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  6. @merike:hmmm sounds good...why not...and you are invited.:)

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  8. Heyyya Swatidi,

    had a tummy ache reading it..
    hilarious...
    I could actually visualize and hear u narrating it to me!!
    lookin forward to more of such texts!
    (well.. definitely I don't mean that u meet those 'ABCD' types often... :))

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  9. well...today i know where did the germs of writing within me came from...hats off sis...(to all those who don knw ..who am i?...i am the great sis of the great blogger) it was fantabulous....well..one thing is good you don have to be dukhi like me to write something...oh by the way the bhai from dubai called again ...he said he did not like your advice much so he wanted some quality advice for once...but i did not give him any...coz nobody except me can say my sis's advice is bad...so much for a bhai..huuh

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  10. nice title... funny stroy...now heres the question,,, is it real...if it is wow u have a lot of social dos... wat a life i envy you....

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  11. @sakshi:yo sis...what will i do without you..;)

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  12. @kshitija:
    If you don't know about the social do's in my life then they don't exist...get it pal...:)

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  13. bravo didi!!

    ur frnd deserves a pat on her back!![:)]

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  14. @anindya:: a pat and much more :D

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  15. Damn!!! why r all the monsters in this world "guys"???

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  16. By the way i forgot to mention.. I am not gonna read any of ur other blogs now.. i didnt like u dis-respecting liqour... i was really hurt. :-(

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