ओह वेल्ल.
Why the fuck is it coming in Hindi?
I hate it when this happens. People, and Internet, seeing the India tag naturally assumes that Hindi is my mother tongue.
Its not. I am a Malayalee. No I don't belong to Malay. And the food you get in the Indian restaurants? They are North Indian food - so different from my healthy, non oily mallu food - aah; the appams, beef stew, puttu, aviyal, fish curry....
OK, rant and food fantasy over.
Ah well... as I was about to say, when you dont post too often, it can lead to embarrassing memory lapses. Like someone asking me about Hobbit, and me going in my mind Hobbit who..? And realizing that we are talking about, Ahem, Whiney here.
The first time me, Benny, Zio and the man formerly known as Hobbit went on a bike ride was one week after we had met him. Now, me and Benny have a pact of sisterhood. We will meet cute men in real life, and its a free for all. Both of us will flirt outrageously if we think the guy is cute and have some brains, and the man, without him ever knowing, is given a choice to pick and choose between the short tiny Indian and the fabulously curvy Pole. Zio is from her homeland, and helps us with our bikes and has a projector which we use to beam up the movies to a wall and have a better than home theater experience.
The bike ride was a very interesting experience. Hobbit was like bugs bunny on crystalmeth, shouting insults at any Finn who was in his line of vision. And no, he wasn't drunk. We could not hear ourselves thinking because of his constant chattering. And what with the almost juvenile need to be at the front of the pack. Oh please.
Benny & me looked at each other. We wanted to know what the other thought, and:
'He talks a lot.'
'Yup. But hey, he is a nice guy.'
Honey, I hope you haven't fallen for this talk-a-thon guy... but if you do, I'm your friend... still.
'Yup. Very nice, cheerful.... but he talks a lot.'
'He seems to like Zio'
Please,pretty please, let him be gay and have a crush on Zio!
'Oh well.. but he told me about how his met this chick in the bar... and later deleted her mobile number as she was seen talking to another man.'
'.....'
'What an idiot.'
'Yeah, where is he from, Afghanistan?'
'And he didnt tell me his age when I asked him!' ( this is a crime in our books. We tell our ages, why cant him? Though in all fairness, I get asked for age identification to prove I am over 18 all the time, and I kind of think that he doesnt. Not with his grey hair.)
'Who is he? Paris Hilton?'
'Jo... its not very nice... ' Benny doubles up laughing.
'Next time he want to crib about work, I will ask him to take us to Che Domnique. Just coz we are in HR, it doesnt mean that we have to listen to him crib!'
'Bad girl... bad girl!' Benny shakes her head at me.
Hallelujah! We have both established that while this guy is ok as a friend, he is zilch when it comes to the paramour section. But Ben feels slightly guilty about our behind the back bitching.
'We are evil girls.'
'Cruel ones.' I agree with her whole heartedly.
'No sympathy. No sympathy at all!'
'But how we love it!' Yes, we both do. And thats why we are friends.
And to add icing to the cake, he then talks about his air hostess girlfriend the next time we meet at his place. We look forward to meeting her - she sounds like a potential addition to our female circle.
Now the order is established. Whiney whines about work, Finland, his salary, his colleagues, cooks us food, whines some more, buy us coffee, whines some more, and we are all friends. And being friends, we make fun of him right to his face ( though we call it constructive criticism).
But still I think he has a secret crush on Zio!
Why the fuck is it coming in Hindi?
I hate it when this happens. People, and Internet, seeing the India tag naturally assumes that Hindi is my mother tongue.
Its not. I am a Malayalee. No I don't belong to Malay. And the food you get in the Indian restaurants? They are North Indian food - so different from my healthy, non oily mallu food - aah; the appams, beef stew, puttu, aviyal, fish curry....
OK, rant and food fantasy over.
Ah well... as I was about to say, when you dont post too often, it can lead to embarrassing memory lapses. Like someone asking me about Hobbit, and me going in my mind Hobbit who..? And realizing that we are talking about, Ahem, Whiney here.
The first time me, Benny, Zio and the man formerly known as Hobbit went on a bike ride was one week after we had met him. Now, me and Benny have a pact of sisterhood. We will meet cute men in real life, and its a free for all. Both of us will flirt outrageously if we think the guy is cute and have some brains, and the man, without him ever knowing, is given a choice to pick and choose between the short tiny Indian and the fabulously curvy Pole. Zio is from her homeland, and helps us with our bikes and has a projector which we use to beam up the movies to a wall and have a better than home theater experience.
The bike ride was a very interesting experience. Hobbit was like bugs bunny on crystalmeth, shouting insults at any Finn who was in his line of vision. And no, he wasn't drunk. We could not hear ourselves thinking because of his constant chattering. And what with the almost juvenile need to be at the front of the pack. Oh please.
Benny & me looked at each other. We wanted to know what the other thought, and:
'He talks a lot.'
'Yup. But hey, he is a nice guy.'
Honey, I hope you haven't fallen for this talk-a-thon guy... but if you do, I'm your friend... still.
'Yup. Very nice, cheerful.... but he talks a lot.'
'He seems to like Zio'
Please,pretty please, let him be gay and have a crush on Zio!
'Oh well.. but he told me about how his met this chick in the bar... and later deleted her mobile number as she was seen talking to another man.'
'.....'
'What an idiot.'
'Yeah, where is he from, Afghanistan?'
'And he didnt tell me his age when I asked him!' ( this is a crime in our books. We tell our ages, why cant him? Though in all fairness, I get asked for age identification to prove I am over 18 all the time, and I kind of think that he doesnt. Not with his grey hair.)
'Who is he? Paris Hilton?'
'Jo... its not very nice... ' Benny doubles up laughing.
'Next time he want to crib about work, I will ask him to take us to Che Domnique
'Bad girl... bad girl!' Benny shakes her head at me.
Hallelujah! We have both established that while this guy is ok as a friend, he is zilch when it comes to the paramour section. But Ben feels slightly guilty about our behind the back bitching.
'We are evil girls.'
'Cruel ones.' I agree with her whole heartedly.
'No sympathy. No sympathy at all!'
'But how we love it!' Yes, we both do. And thats why we are friends.
And to add icing to the cake, he then talks about his air hostess girlfriend the next time we meet at his place. We look forward to meeting her - she sounds like a potential addition to our female circle.
Now the order is established. Whiney whines about work, Finland, his salary, his colleagues, cooks us food, whines some more, buy us coffee, whines some more, and we are all friends. And being friends, we make fun of him right to his face ( though we call it constructive criticism).
But still I think he has a secret crush on Zio!
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