Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Wafa ka Bewafa- One of my Weird Love Stories- Part II

Wafa ka Bewafa- One of my Weird Love Stories- Part II

[Please read Part I of this story before reading on this one]

I knew something was wrong. At least not what happens in everyday life to the guy next door. I said " Hi, Whose this?" I could see the caller ID flashed a number I just dialed. I knew it was her even if Ms "Hel'low" wouldn't have spoken a word.
"Exactly what I want to ask you- Who is this?" She asked, and this time she dropped any accent.

"I Said My name is Ramm and I by mistake dialed your number."
"Chal Na yaar, bata kaun hai- Aarif?"
"I am not Aarif or anyone you know. Please- this is a mistake".

I will be honest here. The voice was seductive. I had no intention of goofing up an opportunity coming my way, but I had to play it right...and safe...
"Well, I thought I recognise this voice- very sweet and you know..(giggles)Anyways.."
"What's your name though?"
"Why would you want to know?" She knew now she had me.
"well, I told you my name..what could be the harm?"
"Riya"
"Riya?"
"Sunai nahi deta hai lagta hai janab ko!" (giggles again)

I had fallen for it. She laid a trap that could have been only laid by a woman. I was now curious to know the mystery woman.

"Inge cheekram vaa..Paaru paaru six eppudi aduchaan!" [ Come here quick! See how he hit a six!] My mom was calling from the other room. I was so immersed in the chat that I forgot about the match.

"Kahan Kho gaye Aap?" I didn't know what to speak. The problem with me- many guys actually. We imagine such fortuitous moments of meeting a adorable woman, the way we would talk to her, greet her, tell her things she would like to listen. But when the moment arrives, we are blank- Utterly blank!

" Main toh aapki aawaz mein kho gaya tha!" (yawn) I cant believe I said that.

'Well, I must say, you really have a good voice huh!" Now she's flirting..or did i start that..

"So...Tell Me.." she continued.
"What.." Oh...you dumb a**!
"Kuch bhi...something about yourself..wat do you do Ramm?"
"Well..its kinda strange.. I don't even know you well.."

"darr gaya kya? lol"

'Kya kar raha hai, mard ban- Be a man!' Aamir Khan's DCh dialogue still fresh in ma mind, I said " Darr? Aur Mujhe? Bull crap! To answer your question, I am doing my BMS from St Xaviers."

"ooh..Xavierite and all...(giggles again)" One thing I hate about gals, they giggle over silly things they think is funny. And not a single one of the reasons of their stupid giggles,gossip laughter have I ever been able to comprehend!

"Ya ya..U say..what do you do?" Sh**! Shaadi ke interview hall mein baitha hai kya! No point- Life doesn't offer CTRL+Z!

"Hmm..humhmm...laa.laa..la.." [ FYI KAL HO NA HO tune]
"Hey..ur humming a song to reply? sry, but i don't think i quite follow that language!"

"Tumne toh kaha ki u like my voice? Ab what happened?"

I am dealing with a very smart lady here, i thought. She knows how to dodge questions.

"aawaz toh ab bhi pyaari hai, but wud like to hear u talk "mademoiselle!"

"Mademoiselle?"

"French- for b'ful unmarried women"
"how do you know I am beautiful"
" So I am wrong in saying that?"

"I Didnt say so..."

"neways, Riya..It's my pleasure talking to you- But I have some really important work to tend to..can we...umm..talk later?"

" Am I boring you? "

Oh No..Not at all...just..I had some work" My peers had taught me once, you wanna win a woman, show her she's important and then not so important..play the game back and forth..

"Call you later sweety...buh bye...love to hear from you soon.."

"Buh-by.." She hung up. Did she just say sweety? I have had affairs before, but one hour of phone conversation with an absolute stranger and she calls me sweety.

I dunno, but I had some kind of tension building up...not the worry wala tension u see..

I went back to the match... Tendulkar was already out...and for the first time, my mind was not on Tendulkar or the match- My mum thought im upset as usual cos y Tendlya was out! It was me who was out...CLEAN BOWLED.


Next Innings...Soon...

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