WAYLAID!!
I've often been stopped and asked directions. Unless I'm caught in my area, I'm pretty blank most of the time- although sometimes I do manage a sheepish grin.. I only know how to go where I want to, and I march straight there, with Direction and Purpose.
As I sauntered towards Ruia to meet G late one evening, I was in my own world, desperately trying to get the loony tune of the "Aashiqui" song from 36, China Town out of my mind. Even shaking my head vigorously (the way dogs do it) from time to time hadn't helped. Jerking me out of my reverie, a voice bleated, "Maa-dam, maaaa-dam!!". On the dimly lit road and under the shadow of a tree, it was creepy. I turned to see a white-haired old lady in a white saree peering out of a darkened taxi, and my hair stood on end. Luckily, all she said was, "Bhagini Samaaj kahaan hai?"
I shrugged to show I didn't know, and then backed away hurriedly, only to walk a few metres to get caught by a bent old beggar man who wouldn't let me go. Honestly, he wasn't in the least bit scary. But I was already jumpy. I groped in my purse for change, shoved some in his bowl and scampered away.
As I warily slipped into my China Town mode again after a while, I was almost at my destination when I realised that a Face had popped up right next to me. A face surrounded by long hair- black at the bottom and an unnatural brown along the receding hairline. The eyes and cheeks were sunken, and there were pockmarks all over. Thankfully, there was a body too.
"Excuse me, I've been following you for quite a while.."
"Eh??!!" Shocked by how bold the statement was, I jumped back a shaky step.
"I'm from so-and-so college," (I missed the name), "and I was wondering if you would like to attend our Socials at Velocity.."
Whaaa.. ?! "Err, no, sorry, not interested."
"But it's FREE." He beamed to show teeth that were a bit too white in the creepy night. I peered, tremulously, looking for long canines.
"No, thanks, I'm not interested," I repeated, loudly, and started walking away quickly.
"But you can bring your friends too, and it's FREEEE!!!" He must have previously had success with the F-word, I thought, in a moment of rationality. He then pulled out passes to the event and tried to show them to me. As I shook my head and turned away purposefully, he said, "But why not??!!"
"I'm busy," I said as I scuttled away from the third chilling encounter that evening.
As I reached a more populated area, I heaved a sigh. I was no longer thinking of 36, China Town. There were now visions of huge teeth, pale faces, and blood-curdling yowls.
I've often been stopped and asked directions. Unless I'm caught in my area, I'm pretty blank most of the time- although sometimes I do manage a sheepish grin.. I only know how to go where I want to, and I march straight there, with Direction and Purpose.
As I sauntered towards Ruia to meet G late one evening, I was in my own world, desperately trying to get the loony tune of the "Aashiqui" song from 36, China Town out of my mind. Even shaking my head vigorously (the way dogs do it) from time to time hadn't helped. Jerking me out of my reverie, a voice bleated, "Maa-dam, maaaa-dam!!". On the dimly lit road and under the shadow of a tree, it was creepy. I turned to see a white-haired old lady in a white saree peering out of a darkened taxi, and my hair stood on end. Luckily, all she said was, "Bhagini Samaaj kahaan hai?"
I shrugged to show I didn't know, and then backed away hurriedly, only to walk a few metres to get caught by a bent old beggar man who wouldn't let me go. Honestly, he wasn't in the least bit scary. But I was already jumpy. I groped in my purse for change, shoved some in his bowl and scampered away.
As I warily slipped into my China Town mode again after a while, I was almost at my destination when I realised that a Face had popped up right next to me. A face surrounded by long hair- black at the bottom and an unnatural brown along the receding hairline. The eyes and cheeks were sunken, and there were pockmarks all over. Thankfully, there was a body too.
"Excuse me, I've been following you for quite a while.."
"Eh??!!" Shocked by how bold the statement was, I jumped back a shaky step.
"I'm from so-and-so college," (I missed the name), "and I was wondering if you would like to attend our Socials at Velocity.."
Whaaa.. ?! "Err, no, sorry, not interested."
"But it's FREE." He beamed to show teeth that were a bit too white in the creepy night. I peered, tremulously, looking for long canines.
"No, thanks, I'm not interested," I repeated, loudly, and started walking away quickly.
"But you can bring your friends too, and it's FREEEE!!!" He must have previously had success with the F-word, I thought, in a moment of rationality. He then pulled out passes to the event and tried to show them to me. As I shook my head and turned away purposefully, he said, "But why not??!!"
"I'm busy," I said as I scuttled away from the third chilling encounter that evening.
As I reached a more populated area, I heaved a sigh. I was no longer thinking of 36, China Town. There were now visions of huge teeth, pale faces, and blood-curdling yowls.
posted by A at 1:27 AM
15 Comments:
U know what i would suggest.. whenever on a desolate raod, carry a candle, light it up and walk a la Noorie with hair covering your face.. Scary or not.. Noone will approach you.. :D:D
@A: How could one possibly not know how to get to Riua from King George (thats where you were waiting right?).. Its like not knowing where Abhiruchi Hotel is while standing at Holy Cross gate!!!
@Ritesh: If she actually takes up your advice, every other person will have a smiliar post on their blog..Wondering how each of them will describe Anjali ... :D:D
ritesh: Aah, but what if there's a mirror around somewhere??!!
gunjan: Yes, yes, I agree with what you say about the repercussions of the Noorie act. What if some poor chap sees me looking at myself in the mirror?? What then??????? :O
I also choose to dig in my heels and not rise to the very obvious bait :P
At least Himmesh-bhai went away...
Your are Excellent. And so is your site! Keep up the good work. Bookmarked.
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I don't quite know what to comment... but considering i've just "discovered" the internet in my room (DAMN ME), i'm just fulfilling the duties of being a diligent friend.
aditi: Do not underestimate the power of the "Uuuunnnnnnnn!!!!" Guy.. one whiff of the fact that I've managed to escape his haunting tunes, and he'll pop right back into my head :D
dsk: SHAME ON YOU!!! It took you SO very long to fulfill them.. you should have fought against the odds, twisted the arm of Fate, and Done Your Duty!!
Next time, no excuses.
:P
As for all the spam, Bah!!! I shall see what to do with you.
for future reference when being pursued:
oooooooooooooonnnnnnn.
tera tera naam tera tera
a aahn asshiqi mein teri
tera tera tera surooooooooooor
deepbluesea: wondering how "ass-hiqi" is pronounced.. hehehhehhehehehe
sorry, dee, i just couldn't resist that!!!!!!
lollll
:D :D
Haila! now guys r approaching arbit ppl like u to attend socials. has the straightened hair done some miracle or was the party that lame, lol.(:-p)
maniac:I think it was simply that I had more hair, even though not longer tresses, than him that did the trick :D
good to see you back :)
You know what...I prob think you were the scariest (note, not the scaredest) on that road, regardless of ladies in white sarees, or pockmarked romeos or harmless wastrels
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