Part Two: Nihal, Satty and the Word

"Dude. You sure about this?".
Nihal filled his cup, took a swig, and stared at me, one eye brow raised. "I-I- dont know man.", I spluttered, " It was so.. surreal."
Nihal sighed and took another swig. "Dude. This is just another crush man. It'll pass. Let it go."
"I'm going to the hospital." I boldly stated. "Hmpf. Do what you want. just remind me, to take home dinner. Neha 'll kill me if I forget."Nihal laughed.
Nihal Sharma was a childhood friend of mine. I met him during playschool, and since then we've been best buddies. Nihal and I went to the same school, same college, same class, and eventually same job. In college, Nihal had fallen for this for this girl in the arts department called Neha Sebastian. The two hit it off like a house on fire, he proposed, she accepted and they dated for three years straight before deciding to move in together. She headed the "Bengaluru Buzz" and was also a guest editor for The Times.
"Isnt it high time you two got married?", I asked. "Hmm yeah, yeah, just waiting for the right moment man. I want it to be perfect you know? But forget me, You're the man of the moment. I'd hate to be the one stealing your spotlight",He winked, But suddenly his expression changed,"Oh bloody hell. Its Satvinder. Get your head down!"
A big burly Surd walked into the room, with a rather unhappy look on his face, Unfortunately for me, the big burly Surd was my boss, Satvinder Singh Chaddha.
Mr Chaddha, or Satty as he was fondly called, came up the hard way. He ran away from home, studied under street lights, worked on the streets of Bombay and god knows how, ended up as my boss. And how'd we know all of this. The fool would not stop ranting about it.
"Mr Sharma, I want those figures on my desk tomorrow morning."His voice boomed. "And it better be accurate. Mr Narayan comes into the office the other day with the figures. I take one good look at them and do you know what I say to him??"
"No sir." We said in unison, even though we knew what was coming.
Satty puffed up his chest and went on."I looked at him straight in the eye and said"These are the figures?? SHAATA!" he barked.
"Oh very nice sir", said Nihal with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"Nice?? Shaata it was nice! I gave him the full Satvinder Singh Chaddha treatment. Which you too will recieve if those figures aren't on my desk by tomorrow morning. Now get back to your work. SHAATA!" he barked as if he was referring it to as ASAP, and left the room.
No one in the office knew how Satty had come across the word. Legend has it that, Satty got into a fight with a rickshaw driver, who threw abuses at him, and he was only able to single out one of the expletives the driver had used. And we were all pretty sure Satty had no clue what it meant, cause he didnt know a word of the language. And now he used it as if he'd known the word for years.
"Crap. I've got satty on my ass. And you, you get off my ass too. Go meet the girl of your dreams with a broken foot and work things out. In the meantime, I'll have to get these figures done with it, plus I've gotta pick up dinner too. Wow, Some day I'm having eh?" He said, his voice soaked with sarcasm.
I looked at the clock. It was nearing half past 5. visiting hours at the hospital would close within an hour and a half. So I said a quick goodbye to a bitter Nihal, picked up my coat and made my way out. I passed by Satty's office where I could hear him taking Narayan's case again."WHAAAT??" he bellowed." You say you're getting married tomorrow and you need a week's holiday for your honeymoon?? SHAAAATAAAAAA!!"
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Part 3 coming soon

Part One-The Mojito And The Mayhem

Allright. Shit does kinda happen. In fact, It happens a LOT in my case. I have a knack of getting into shit, which I'm not even remotely involved with. And what happened on that Saturday afternoon, well, Make of it whatever you will after you're done with this.

I was on my way back from work when I had this sudden urge for a Virgin Mojito. I work as a an accountant for Reuters, but thats besides the point.
So I walk into KFC and the guy behind the counter flashes this 100MW smile and asks me for my order. When he realises that all I want is a goddamn Mojito, he's unable to hide his disappointment, but he takes the order and less than a minute after that, My Mojito and I are united.
So I'm walking out and as usual I dont notice that lousy sign which bears the legend "CAUTION: WET FLOOR." And the next few seconds just go all blurry.

It was as if time'd slowed down to let me know what an idiot I was. I slipped and the Mojito flew into the air. I dived, without a care in the world. It was my snitch, and i was its seeker. But even in my dreams, I've always sucked ass a seeker.
The Mojito clattered to the floor, its contents, spewing all across that filthy KFC ground. I scrambled to my feet cursing. But fate, lousy ol fate decided that things werent put to rest. Yet.
I heard a screech, and a SNAP! as i wheeled around just in time to see this girl crumple like a twig onto the staircase. The Reason: she slipped on my beloved Mojito.
Part of me wanted to bolt. The other part, the one which makes you do stupid things took over and over again, reared its ugly head again, scaring the former part away. I ran to her aid, and lifted her up to apologise, and thats the part, where my mind crashed.
What I was staring at, was probably the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen in my entire useless, boring life. Her skin was darkish brown, with a slight tinge of bronze to it. Her eyes were, hazel, even though I couldnt make out much, probably due to the fact that they were half closed cause she was screaming in pain. She had long dark hair, with a little fringe in front. And her lips.. Well. lets not go there.
And so there I was, staring at this god like thing in my arms, when reality struck.

I heard screaming, Lots and Lots of screaming. "HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, MY BLOODY FOOT!!" was the first sentence I heard after my little daydream. "Holy shit I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry!" the words just came tumbling onto my lap."SCREW YOUR SORRY! GET ME TO A BLOODY HOSPITAL!", she screeched. By that time a little crowd'd gathered and were watching the whole scene with a lot of curiousity.
"oh allright. I'll take you there. Can you stand?" I said, timidly.
"I can, but it hurts so much!", she wailed.
"Allright, I'll carry you to my car, and I'll take you to the hospital, if you dont mind." And without a word, I lifted her in one swift motion and took her to the car. Surprisingly, she didnt protest.
Luckily for us, the hospital was only a few minutes away. I parked the car and asked for a nurse. two of them arrived promptly and brought a wheelchair along with them. They put the girl onto the chair and wheeled away, But before they did, She turned to me, smiled and said"Thanks."
"No problem.", I said trying not to blush.
"I'm Malvika by the way".
"Araan", I said not looking up.
"Cute name", she giggled and then grimaced when the pain brought her back to her senses.
"You better go. Lets not aggravate it shall we?"
"Haha. Allright. See you around, Araan", she smiled, and the nurses wheeled her away.
As I saw her go, I was pretty sure of two things a la twilight's back cover. One I was the one who was responsible for the girl's (mostly)broken foot, and the second, that I was head over heels in love with her.

Woohoo Bmaoow It is!

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what you will find here, would basically be reviews on movies, music, satirical takes on the politicos, the modis, the thambis and the pa's and the suppus(meant for cottonian eyes only:)) and the occasional short stories which would probably be influenced by real life incidents involving people I know.:)
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