First Date Stories: 1

He: "Hey! At last we meet"

She: "At last"
He: "You really want to sit at the bar?"
She: "Why?"
He: "We can sit at the lounge area. More comfy."
She: "Ok"

Moving to the other side:
He: "You know I was thinking, you should change your glasses."
She: "Hmm... Can we order something to drink?"
He: "oh sure sure"

Beer ordered. Cheers done. One gulp down.

He: "So you drink beer huh?"
She: "Sometimes."
He: "You know what they say in US? If the lady you are with is drinking single malt, you don't have to worry. She will take you home. Ha Ha" laughs at his 'joke'.
She: "This is India."

15 min later.

She: "So what's your story?"
He: "The usual. Work office. I just came back from the US, you know. Oh Man! I love that country. Its the greatest country in the world. And the chicks! I have dated blondes n red heads, Blacks, Hispanic n Latinos! Man they are hot! Gosh I miss America!" He day / night dreams....

She: "Can we get the bill please?"
He: "You mean check? Ok. Then I drop you home."
She: "Thank you. But my brother is coming to pick me up."

Uber booked. Pick up time 2 mins.

A big City, A single Lady and no Curd Rice

As an aftermath to my year old accident, my knee has suddenly given up. And since limping is not such a good sight for my perceived image to the outside world, and being forced by the unbearable pain that has come as part of it, I decided to go and seek a doctor’s advice.

It was a noble decision, one would think, and so did I, when just after couple of days of physiotherapy and medicine I was again able to take my baby steps one at a time. But how optimistic I was about my speedy recovery! It just took me these exact 3 days to understand that it was not just medicine that is making me walk, it’s actually STRONG medicine that’s making me not to realize my pain. And it came with some extra - my stomach got thoroughly challenged with these medicines to the extent of almost giving up!

That’s how I started my day today. A few times in and out of my loo and I was already seeing butterflies.
Anyways, I still had to go to the clinic for the physiotherapy. So did I, though it was much later than my usual time of 9.30 AM.

When I finished with my session today, it was 2 PM. I suddenly realized I am terribly hungry. Having not eaten almost anything since morning, and given my delicate state of my stomach the only one thing I wanted to eat was some rice and curd!

Being already in Indiranagar, South Indies came to my mind – a nice, comfortable restaurant for all southern delicacies! So I call them up, make a reservation for myself, and yappiee I was ready to have my curd and rice, oops, curd rice.

You think it was that easy? Hang on then.

I reach my fav joint in next 10 minutes and wait for the manager to show me a place to sit. He comes in about 5 min, asks me if I had made a reservation and then politely tells me to wait some more. He comes back quick and suggests that I should go for the Ala Carta upstairs and not the Buffet they were serving on the ground floor. Since I was not to climb stairs as per the doctor’s advice, I chose to go for the buffet (hoping I will get my much desired curd rice there). He makes me sit outside once again telling me he is looking for a place and goes hiding inside.

Few minutes later, a girl, nicely draped in a saree makes a smiling appearance. The Manager gets out, calls the girl and tell her in very clear voice – “there is a single lady sitting outside. She wants to take the buffet. Talk to her and make her sit out side” and he disappears again.

“Make her sit outside” !!! Is that the way a guest is treated in a restaurant? The girl was visibly embarrassed, not yet baked or fried in this profession, seeing me hearing all that her manager has told her. When she comes to me with the order, I let her know of my desire – to walk out and go home.

So much for my curd rice!!!