It was supposed to be an
extremely relaxing Sunday for me while I was in ____ (name of city withheld due to
security reasons) but a long lost friend (yes yes a girl!!!) happened to ping
me (m really not lying) and a program was fixed to catch up over brunch. I told
her to select a restaurant of her choice, for I heavily rely on
female in-depth knowledge on local cuisines. She happily mentioned some place
"nice" and BAM! We were meeting that some place "nice".
It turned out to be a 5-star
Hotel. (DAMN!) Thank you HDFC for the debit card you gave me I didn't had to
turn around and run for an ATM. It was too late to tell her how suddenly my
bowel movements have developed irregularity neither could I instantly
remember that it was ashtami ka aadha chaand which is an awesome nakshatra to keep a fast for reasons
best known to my babaji who has
advised me to not even look at food. I did think of fake-fainting on the road
and fake a heart attack but it would be too much dramatics and poor girl was just
too small to lift me, what if she calls the guards of the hotel and I’m
instantly booked a room at the hotel? I might then have a real heart attack.
With fear filled tragedy and
grief stricken heart I slowly crawled my way into the mammoth opulence of sheer
brilliance of interior designers. The feeling of euphoria of entering a place
as affluent like this ended when I began to think of the bill. With dad it was
fun to visit places like these, now with my own hard-earned money on the line, I
could just end my life of shock.
Oh so it was a Sunday Buffet on
the roof top.
I'm telling my brain and
stomach. You have to eat thrice your capacity. I'm not eating or feeding you
anything for the next 48 hours. Just chew chew and chew. As I flex my jaws for
an endless diet to justify setting my money on fire because of the woman with
me. Ohh… I remember all this has been happening and this girl has
been continuously blabbering and chattering. I have no clue how many
characters have “come-scrutinized-gone” in her conversations by now. Pay
attention. Pay attention.
Madam: "Oh God it's a
buffet here... They have awful.. Oh bad luck"
Me: (Mann main laddu foota)
"Ohh no... We can still go someplace else... They are giving a Batman free
with Happy Meal at McDonalds"
Madam: "HAHAHA... Noooo I
can't disappoint you... You have so far to meet me and you must be
hungry... We'll not waste more time. I’m sure YOU'RE starving, at least I
AM"
Me: "NO, not at all... Its
okk we can go anywhere else that's better... what was that Dhaba you were
talking about?"
Madam: "It's okk alas! Such
a bad day... Let’s start... Are you vegan or non veg?"
Me: "!@#$%&"
I know what comes next... Trust
me I do. I have been through this a lot many times now. Girl comes starving
like she's about to die if she's not fed within the next 30 seconds and her
location by the hand of destiny is always around the choicest (and
costliest) of restaurant. The girl then orders like she hasn't had food
for a week and ends up not eating
what she has ordered for it didn't suit her… I don't know why… "taste
buds" I guess? The more exclusive the item, the less likely it is to be
eaten at all, sometimes not at all because dear dish you weren't gorgeous
enough to be devoured by a gorgeous woman. The same girl who was about to die
of starvation is now revived for the whole day by just tasting
the exclusiveness of the dishes and of course not paying. Aren't you a
gentleman?
Being in a buffet means you eat
everything there is to eat and as much as you can eat. So I filled my plate
with every item. Everything in Vegan section from soup to paneer tikka to mix
veg to pizza to kadhai panner to appetizers to main course to starters... all piled
up on my plate- right, left and centre. Nothing missed, nothing taken just once
or twice or thrice (yes I’ll eat them all). This is my strategy to dent the
hospitality industry. They're gonna make the ‘leastest’ profit from my payment
of Buffet. I pinkie-promise myself that today these looters are gonna regret
letting me in their corridors through the elevator on to the roof-top for their
special buffet which my dear guest and host has declared inedible and is
determined to prove to these guyz that their culinary skills are not impressive
enough to make her take anything on her plate.
Madam: "The food really is
awful... I don't like their buffet preparation at all... The last time I was
here with a friend it was the same menu too... I just felt like jumping off from
the roof-top"
Me: "Hmmm... chop
chop... well your plate is totally empty what you gonna eat?"
Madam: "I don't feel like
eating much. I'll go home and have something. It's ok."
Me: thinks*oh God...
kill me kill me kill me* can I claim a re-fund or something?
"It's totally cool... but I
think you'll like the pizza it's very Italian." (I only meant it's less
spicy)
Madam: "How much will you
eat? I liked the soup, I think I'll just hop to desserts... I like them though...
they are better… but they don't have many choices."
Me: thinks*dessert
section was next to salad section... ohh God I had to take the salad again I
better grab that egg-something-something that was kept there then with virtue
of patience and persistence… insha-allah I’ll raid everything again and stuff
it in my stomach for future digestion*
"Actually I haven't eaten
since yesterday night; you know work-related issues and all, so I’ll just fill
my stomach... And all this physical labour they make us do we need to
supplement our bodies with a lot of fibre, fat, protein... necessary for health
and all yaar."
Madam:"Awwww… Govt makes you people work so hard naa... "
And then…
The most anticipated moment of
bill arrives. And I slowly opened the dreaded bill.
S
SL
SLO
SLOW
SLOWL
SLOWLY
SLOWLY S
SLOWLY SL
SLOWLY SLO
SLOWLY SLOW
SLOWLY SLOWL
SLOWLY SLOWLY
I can hear my heart beats
thumping against my chest. My heart pumping blood through the arteries,
circulating throughout the body and I can feel the pulse on my fingertips
vibrating with the heartbeat. Has the world started spinning faster or is it
just me feeling dizzy. There there. I can hear all the sounds and noises on top
of this multi storied concrete structure. The edge of the roof calls me. I
might as well jump and then with a sudden realization it hits me: This is what I
pay for two months as my food bill in my excellent and efficient
mess. Agggghhhhhh…. KILL ME… KILL ME…
KILL ME…
Two months of my food bill...
gone *poof* from my card in just a Sunday buffet. Due to this wonderful female
who hasn't eaten at all and as per my estimate would be going back and cooking maybe
a 2-minute Maggie at her flat. All is
well... All is well... Om shanti shanti shanti... What were those effective
methods to “keep yourself calm in high
stress situation” article I try to remember. There goes my money... hard
earned money and the thought that usually follows such incidents is a common
one;
What
could I have bought with that money?
I probably won't even be taking
my wife there to that place where I had just eaten the (truth be told) inedible
buffet. My mind flashes images of all the desirable objects I had intended and
yearned to owned but forsaken for the sake of decency of my salary. Most of all
the Batman action figure which was supposed to be imported from US and which
was costing exactly the same amount as the bill that I had just unwillingly
paid. The big remote-control cars/helicopters which I had planned, planned and planned
some more but eventually given up on the decision to buy. Some of them cheaper
that the amount I had just debited from my bank balance. Monstrosity.
I can so relate to the
character in the TV Series "Dexter". I can so relate to his dark
passenger. Perfect legitimate reasons I guess to chop up people into thin
slices. After my mind had gone through all the items that I could have bought
with the just thrown money my mind races to next best option: How to recover
the lost money? Should I take this lady to a secluded spot and tell her I need
her to refund my money... at least her share. Wait a sec she’s still talking continuously
about something let me check what is she saying.
Yes lady I'm all ears about
your relationship issues, please go ahead I’m listening. I'm a trained psychiatrist...
I love people opening up their hearts to me. Ohh you got some parental issues
too? Wowww I’m so warmed up to hear you.
I think I’ll have to cut down
on my expenses and probably in around next 06 months of strict austerity
measures I could claim to have recovered 3/4th of the money I have just
burned.
Yes now you are talking about
what? Career? My heart is still thumping against my chest. Great meeting you
girl. Catch you later. (hopefully never) :P
13 comments:
an absolutely hilarious account for what I believe many boys have experienced... I love the slowlyyyy part :P :P
Welcome back now lets not go back on the word and continue to write :)
Wow... Someone finally has managed to capture the sufferings of many innocent boys.... I wish I had not read this blog, brings back my own memories... :-( ...
hahahahhaha......thoroughly enjoyed the article/real events... hilarious...
@richa singh thank you for bringing me back and yeah it's an experience only boy can relate too.. i think with you reading it awareness will be spread among the girl community about the ways in which boys suffer!!!
@giridharraju hello welcome to the blog!! thank you so much.. i just made a humble attempt.. glad you liked it!!
you should be happy you aren't alone in the suffering!!
@vikas thank you so much!! not only wives are cruel friends can be cruel too!!!
dude ....
u better tell me fast which girl it was ..might be i have to take her lunch next time :-p
Great post!:)Some lines were very very funny! :)
Hey Parv! Congratulations on winning a Liebster award for your blog! :)
Keep writing and spreading the joy! :)
Look at my link on the same!
http://itsaboutmypassions.blogspot.in/2013/05/looks-like-i-won-liebster-share-joy-d.html
Cheers,
Maggie
itsaboutmypassions.blogspot.com
@himanshu... hahaha.. if i tell you here about the girl.. i'll get eaten up by her for breakfast!!!
@Maggie thanku maggie so much for the comments and for the read.. and thanks again for the wonderful award!!
lucky day i guess for me!!
Oh! Buffets are just such a waste of money for most girls! My tummy is usually full with just the starters and the desserts!
But you know what... next time a girl asks you to have brunch together, either invite her over to your place or go to hers (if possible) and have Maggi and fried eggs and homemade tea/coffee. It'll be more fun.
If brunch-at-home is not possible, then go to a dhaba for some garama-garam parathe! Expensive restaurants are only for corporate meetings yaar! :p
@kaddu do u think any girl can agree to tht!!! i wish girls were less materialistic in tht sense!!! and i wish more girls thght of tht way!!
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