Preparations

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The café was half filled with chatting couples. She glanced again at the entrance, the guy was late, she felt ready to bolt. Her long felt irritation at arranged marriages surfacing yet again.

She spotted him before he saw her. The guy was the kind the girls would have discussed over giggles.

Just as he identified her and started her way, a man blocked his way. He looked over the fast chattering guy’s shoulder and sent a non verbal plea her way. She nodded and shrugged.

Her dad’s sms came asking if they had met up.

She answered back with an ‘yes, will call in a couple of hours’.

He finally shook off the chatterbox and came to her table.

‘Hi! I am Puneet’s colleague; he was unable to come and asked me to convey the message since I was coming this way to meet my wife.’

Comments

AVIANA said…
funny...like the twist.. :)
5:29 pm, May 26, 2008
AVIANA said…
oh..it makes me thing of that bollywood movie...what was the name of it/...i think shah rukh khan was in it?..
5:37 pm, May 26, 2008
Sujoy Bhattacharjee said…
Thanks for the comment....
And referring to "Preparations"....at least the lady in question had the freedom to meet her husband-to-be in a coffee shop instead of her home...
The illama is cute by the way....
Keep visiting
Cheerio!
9:39 pm, May 26, 2008
Me said…
hmmm... simmering anger subtly written... NICE!!
9:36 am, May 27, 2008
Pinku said…
hey Aviana,

shame on me but i dont seem to know what movie u are talking about...but then i rarely watch bollywood movies.
Glad u liked the twist though


hi Sujoy,

thanks for visiting...u really think in today's world its a great privelege for the girl to be able to meet the guy alone in a cafe?
Am really surprised, i thought its become pretty common nowadays.

hey Me,

will share a secret, i hate the idea of arranged marriages so u see the anger is pretty genuine.
Thanks for dropping by.
10:26 am, May 27, 2008
Sujoy Bhattacharjee said…
@pinku
Sarcasm is no longer appreciated....*dejected-side-to-side-nodding-of-head*
9:07 pm, May 27, 2008
Pinku said…
Sujoy,

text messages without the intonation of the voice to help, at times makes statements lose their flavour. Am sorry for thinking of you as less than modern.

But then I ought to be forgiven for the error for have seen many a levi's clad, marlboro smoking male talk passionately about a woman's rightful place to be in the house and not outside.
11:30 am, May 30, 2008
Sujoy Bhattacharjee said…
Pinku,
Just a question, does one need to be modern to appreciate gender equality?
One doesnt have to smoke Marlboro to respect women, a biri-smoking farmer in the hinterlands cannot be excused for beating his wife just because he doesnt wear designer clothes.
5:10 pm, May 31, 2008
Pinku said…
hi! Sujoy,

seems like we getting into a proper debate...dont mind that though being a pucca bong.

to answer ur query...no one doesnt have to be modern in clothes but yes definetely in mind to be able to handle gender equality.

what my above comment meant was that I come across many 'dressed modern, thoughts medieveal' guys...so I mistook ur initial comment as coming from one of those kinds.

hope I have been able to clear the air.
10:33 am, June 02, 2008
Trevor Penn said…
Wonderfully conceived. Didn't see the twist coming. Jilter turns jilted.
12:35 pm, June 10, 2008
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