I am en route to meet my ex colleague. We have bonded more after quitting the company we met in. We have whole lot of things to gossip about. It's a therapy in itself.
We swipe our smart cards to get into the metro station and she blurts out "you have got your 6th name finally?"(yeah.. I have 5 names that are very much in use)
I look at her clueless and she is pointing to the display name when I swipe the card. It reads 'Varshik'. My mind is trained to be in a defensive mode now (courtesy my marital status) I try explaining her that it's for our own safety - no one can know your name and trouble you (I'm sure it's a new information for the metro corporation themselves! They might have made this arrangement to reduce the customization cost for all you know)
She rolls her eyes, gives me those I-know-you -talk-shit looks and we continue towards our destination.
She's single and I'm adamant on getting her hitched ASAP. We would then get yet another character to talk about. Being my cautiously nose-poking self, I ask her if there is anyone in her life. She just gives a casual 'nah' and continues munching on her french fries. I'm rather disappointed.
We shop till my husband gives me a call to check if I've intentions to be back home (he might have sensed that I will be clearing my bank balance soon - damn his sixth sense)
I look at her and she understands.
We are back in the metro which is unsurprisingly crowded and I 'happen' to notice a best looking guy and my innate cupid sprangs up. I try catching her gaze and indicate my intentions. She says no and return to her cell playing candy crush. The guy gets up to deboard and I grab her wrist to get out of the tube just in time;just before the door closes on us - with the security giving us a deadly stare.
"I'm not interested in him!" She's trying to tell me but I have plans - plans to find his name, play the game of 'have you met my friend' , being the maid of honor and maybe the godmother for their kids too. So with not much of ears to what she's saying, I pull her towards the exit. We stand right behind the guy in the exit swipe machine and I'm gasping for air. The guy with his heavenly looks gives a quick glance at me, assumes that I'm in a hurry to get somewhere and asks if I want to get ahead of him in the queue. I try being the modest one - say no and wait for the machine to tell me his name and it reads "Varshik"
We swipe our smart cards to get into the metro station and she blurts out "you have got your 6th name finally?"(yeah.. I have 5 names that are very much in use)
I look at her clueless and she is pointing to the display name when I swipe the card. It reads 'Varshik'. My mind is trained to be in a defensive mode now (courtesy my marital status) I try explaining her that it's for our own safety - no one can know your name and trouble you (I'm sure it's a new information for the metro corporation themselves! They might have made this arrangement to reduce the customization cost for all you know)
She rolls her eyes, gives me those I-know-you -talk-shit looks and we continue towards our destination.
She's single and I'm adamant on getting her hitched ASAP. We would then get yet another character to talk about. Being my cautiously nose-poking self, I ask her if there is anyone in her life. She just gives a casual 'nah' and continues munching on her french fries. I'm rather disappointed.
We shop till my husband gives me a call to check if I've intentions to be back home (he might have sensed that I will be clearing my bank balance soon - damn his sixth sense)
I look at her and she understands.
We are back in the metro which is unsurprisingly crowded and I 'happen' to notice a best looking guy and my innate cupid sprangs up. I try catching her gaze and indicate my intentions. She says no and return to her cell playing candy crush. The guy gets up to deboard and I grab her wrist to get out of the tube just in time;just before the door closes on us - with the security giving us a deadly stare.
"I'm not interested in him!" She's trying to tell me but I have plans - plans to find his name, play the game of 'have you met my friend' , being the maid of honor and maybe the godmother for their kids too. So with not much of ears to what she's saying, I pull her towards the exit. We stand right behind the guy in the exit swipe machine and I'm gasping for air. The guy with his heavenly looks gives a quick glance at me, assumes that I'm in a hurry to get somewhere and asks if I want to get ahead of him in the queue. I try being the modest one - say no and wait for the machine to tell me his name and it reads "Varshik"
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