CD (Count Down) Thread for 10th MAy 2013 - Page 5

ok chick-a-dee...happy showerring😆

amazing writing dont you think- out state when there was MSK

"After many days of this imbecility, Mr Khan finally crossed my path one day, stopped his bike and said, "Hello! I really like you. Do you know my name?" I knew his name, of course. But at that precise moment, all my brain cells decided to gush out of my wide-open mouth, Niagara Falls style, while my hormones started doing kathakali, jerking their heads this way and that, eyebrows dancing and all.

Temple bells were ringing in my left ear, and Ajmer Sheriff's maghrib azaan was coming in from the right. The gods had heard my prayers and sent me a dude. I wanted to swing from trees, Tarzan like, and yell. But I was idiot 16. I kept a straight face and said, "Ya, Something Khan." Mr Khan smiled, and said, "Will you go out with me?"

I had bagged Olympic gold. He was the dude, the king dude of C2B block, Janak Puri, and he was asking me out. Ahan-ahan! I could picture my mother, too: A slightly dodgy Kashmiri Pandit running bare feet to Vaisho Devi, arms raised to the sky and wailing. What joy!

My heart had jumped out and was perched on that Red Yamaha, smiling and whispering, "I love you already, Something Khan". But I stood there silently, shouting at all my face muscles, individually, "Statue! Statue!"

Mr Khan said something as I walked away. I didn't hear him. I was busy blowing invisible kisses.

On that day, at that moment, when all his friends were pretending not to look and all the girls were staring at me, I had a taste of my first heady drink. Now I know what it's called. It's Jack Daniel's, on the rocks."