Paav Bhaaji

I am starting this post because I don't feel sleepy . I will just type out stuff about my evening. I hope to fall asleep on the keyboard doing it . I hope you too fall asleep reading it . Make sure you don't drool in your sleep . The saliva may screw up your keyboard.

This evening , S***** came to my room . He had to go shopping for some clothes . He asked me to accompany him . I refused and told him I had to work on an assignment of top priority. He promised to pay for my pizza if I went with him . It took me seven seconds to get ready.

So we went to crossword . It's a nice bright bookstore with a lot of books . Middle aged women in khadi kurtas sit around on low stools and pore over books discussing ways to rekindle the fire in married lives . Little kids noisily run around book racks and their mothers threaten to burn their toys if they don't shut up . Young girls are around the fiction racks . I think most people found in a bookstore are fat . Maybe it's because they spend a lot of time sitting and reading books on weight reduction . I picked up 'Tuesdays with Morrie' and went to the billing counter .

The billing girl at the counter looked at the big whacy quote stating “Monday is the worst day to spent 1/7 of ur whole life” on the front of my black sweatshirt and gave me a smile . I think she liked my sober taste only abt weekend . And as I went away , she again smiled at me . I could feel it . It wasn't the 'please visit again' smile every customer gets . I think she liked me in a cute way . If you work at Crossword and met that handsome n cute guy in the black sweatshirt with such a whacky quote, just know that I still think about you.

We got out and we went into a reebok store . S***** kept checking out the price tags of all the stuff there . He made a peculiar whooshing sound with his breath every time he did that . I think it translates into 'Why dont I have a rich dad who is into smuggling ?' . I did not have to buy anything . So I was pretty relaxed and tried on all the caps while he went around looking for something which had the price of a matchbox . He bought a pair of orange shorts finally . Reebok people don't have the right marketing guys . It is a blunder to have that dark skin guy at the billing counter . I felt a strange creepy chill the way he smiled at me . I know gud looking(Oh come on!! Guys don’t relate it with some bhopali sort of stuff) cute guys are the prime targets for these kinda men. I will never go to that store again.

Then we went to food court to eat something . Never trust anyone . Just do not . People promise to pay for your pizza and back out then . And you can't do a thing because they have already bought the obscenely orange shorts and got your company while doing it . It is a hard world . And then you realise you it is harder . I was not even carrying much money and had to settle for pav bhaji . I wanted to empty the ketchup sachet in S*****’s nose . But a descent guy is not required to play such cheap pranks on such public places(After all the accha insaan in me ,wake up) just fill someone's nostrils with ketchup and not be beaten thereafter . I controlled my anger.

On our way back in the cab , S*****’s girlfriend called up . I screamed 'Don't touch me S***** !' followed by 'Leave me honey !' in the most girly voice I can put on . He spent the rest of the call explaining to his girlfriend there was no girl around him . You don't give me a pizza . I tear apart your love life .Fair and simple.

It's past five in the morning now . But I still dont feel sleepy. I think I will start reading 'Anything for you mam’m' now . The book reminds me of the billing counter girl . I think I should visit crossword on the 14th Feb .