For starters I'd never thought I'd find myself trolling over something so trivial...but as it turns out, I am now. so lets just go with the flow fellow people.
She was very emphatic..very forward and always ready to be the first getting down the rickshaw, using the bathroom, taking the credits, even receiving the calls on my phone (incidentally I can put up with the aforesaid other things but it really pisses me off when 'someone' answers the call from a romantic interest, without being asked to).
I was the first too...paying the rickshaw wala when (always) she dint, being her room mate and bearing the brunt of a girl who wears a mask to cover up her lack of knowledge about.....almost everything of importance. Pretence.She was quite full of it. If only she could fill her b***s with it. Padded bras came to her rescue. Later I decided that her existence was based on it. Padded bras? YESSS. Pretence? Also that.
Working in a place where the male associates are constantly whining about the lack of 'hot' women, I found myself wondering if 'hot women' were the only motivation they need for the much needed salary hike or growth in professional sphere. The company never promises 'hot women' as bonus in your account or do they? One fine day, she appeared with her luggage, her blond streaks, treated curly hair (which she proudly declared were natural. Can't fool ALL the girls can you?? ;)), colored eye liner and bespectacled look. Not to mention she had a shirt and jeans on. I was thankfull for that.
For the guys in office, she was a treat!! A quite colorful one at that but to me she was a relief and not. Something dint seems quite right about her and I had better learn to trust /rely on my instincts. I was almost on the verge of a nervous breakdown doing the morning show and my own show...working for like 16 hrs in a day for a month and a half...flat.The company had taken too long to finalise a morning jock and the morning show producer was wallowing in sorrow for the jock who had just left. Hardly any help.What I dint know was, that I would be continuing for another month like that with 'her' breathing down my neck and blowing away all my peace of mind quite literally.
For the guys in office, she was a treat!! A quite colorful one at that but to me she was a relief and not. Something dint seems quite right about her and I had better learn to trust /rely on my instincts. I was almost on the verge of a nervous breakdown doing the morning show and my own show...working for like 16 hrs in a day for a month and a half...flat.The company had taken too long to finalise a morning jock and the morning show producer was wallowing in sorrow for the jock who had just left. Hardly any help.What I dint know was, that I would be continuing for another month like that with 'her' breathing down my neck and blowing away all my peace of mind quite literally.
As mentioned earlier all the males in the office were quite besotted by her, as if on some cheap drug/love potion. They huddled around her, carried her luggage (read also handbag). Guy carrying a girl's handbag...EEWWWW!!! Were ready to die for her and I would not blame them. She had all the charm knobs open full blow and her raw sexuality must have haunted the fantasies of quite a few. Physical nearness is essential to keep a man wanting more. Hence a lot of knees, arms, shoulders, faces, backs.....ahem other places were kept warm by her soothing touch. Never seen the guys so happy. One of them almost ruined his marriage and got fired for it. Almost. Everyone wants to 'tame' a wild thing like that. Only we have different ways on just how to do that.
For an entire month of putting up with her temper tantrums, inability to process information in a constructive manner, defiance for everyhting logical and ignorance about everything under the sun, everyone followed to the same square as me. Always giving reactions like "balls to you" and middle fingering the air around you only explains why you're so screwed up. Doesn't give you the potential to F*** anything but your own self, which by the way would be THE ONLY THING you would do quite efficiently or no?
It doesn't take you to be a warrior to get out of a situation such as this. Being a warrior with a sword would have been MUCH easier and satisfying too. I realise now why they call it good riddance.
Nobody considers grooming yourself and looking presentable a crime. But honestly, do you girls out there think that just by coloring your hair, wearing weird nail paint, being louder than Archna Pooran Singh, doing crazzy stuff (singing besura with your headphones on and mouthing ma-behen ki gaali to almost everyone you cross on your way) and being overtly sexual can, should I say hide your lack of sense or get you everything you want? Well I'll tell you. It'll get you three things for sure. Getting a good recall out there (where ever you have been to), a good package and ofcourse, plenty of banging !! That should keep you happy. You can be the 'Silk' of every man's dream. But how long....
