Chicken soup for cynical soul (Upd:Page #11,07Dec) - Page 8

Howdy Sookie!

res...want to bring this to 'my posts'

I finally got time...and I read all your 4 one shots and must say they are awesome girl !!

Ah! Geet wat should I say about her...I don't think shez that naive but quite audacious than she ought to be...don't you think...but then you've still retained her innocence !

And googling each n everythng omg...!! that's hilarious and Maan blocking her net connection is far more hilarious !

I loved the way you portrayed life in general with much ado...Beautiful as always !

-Fatima

Any chance of story #4 any time soon?

Yes, this thread was a brilliant idea, period.

But I always have something to say after the conclusive punctuation, so don't get hopeful of brevity yet 😆

So basically, the 'base' of ur cynical writing on Maaneet lies in exploiting your lexicon-ic skills under cover as Maan Singh Khurana and mocking the lesser mortals of the world!!!

HANDA! babe - i'm on your team! don't let sookster in the garb of MSK scare you! not only do you go mocking around 'ignorance the bliss' but also dear old ever obliging uncle google! 😲

there should be a law against that already - !!!

ps: i loved the second one! you should really be all-easy on guessing why! 😃

keep me pm-posted on updates here - not like u need invites for spamming my dabba! 😆

Transpire

He stared. The stare was blatant, uninterrupted and was mixed with amazement and disbelief. The sight in front of him was that of his secretary who was seated on a bright pink scooter and a brighter pink helmet.

"You should have worn a pink dress", he said raising an eyebrow.

"Why? I only wore my pink dress yesterday. Did we have some sort of dress code today? Oh man, it must have been the memo that you sent across yesterday evening and since I was interested in eating ice-cream at the new place I ignored it completely. Darn it. I knew that you would send some important notice…"

"Stop it Geet. Please. It's not even eight in morning and you have already started to give me headaches." Maan complained shifting his laptop from left arm to right.

"Yeah. Sure. Whatever." She sniffed airily. And then realizing something, she added.

"Why are you standing on side of road, by the way?"

"I watching the grass grow." He retorted waspishly.

"Why? Why can't you watch flowers bloom? I think they are much prettier." Geet responded giving his words a thought. He sighed and rubbed his temples.

"My car broke. Driver went to pick up a mechanic or another car, I don't know. I just walked this far to stand under this shade. You have any more questions Nancy Drew?"

"Who is Nancy Drew?

"Google her."

"Won't that be invasion of privacy? Or worse, stalking?"

"She is a fictional character Geet. Red headed teen detective who never goes to school."

"You could have said this in the first place."

"It's not my style", he sniggered at her annoyed expression.

There was silence for few minutes. She was looking at him with glazed smile which started grating on his nerves.

"What do you want? And can you please stop smiling like a lunatic?" He bit out.

"I will give you a ride to office. Hop on!" She trilled happily.

"Hell no." He replied flatly.

"Why not?"

"First of all your peppiness seems like a byproduct of Prozac mixed with caffeine and not to mention that thing is PINK!" He gestured his hands wildly at her scooter. He thought it was pretty obvious why he didn't want to ride on her scooter.

"So?" She asked raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms.

"So nothing. I will wait for my car to arrive or will pick a cab – as soon as I find one in this god forsaken place that is." He made a shooing gesture for her to go.

"Alright. But make sure that you arrive on time for the meeting we will be having in next thirty minutes." She retorted in nonchalance.

"Wait. Meeting? What meeting? I don't see any meeting scheduled in my calendar." He replied hurriedly thumbing through his blackberry. She gave an exaggerated sigh.

"That meeting." Came the cryptic reply.

"What is 'that' meeting?" He asked her with a baffled look on his face.

"You know the one.'"

"Will you quit being a child and just tell me about the damn meeting?" He semi-yelled at her.

"Alright. Alright. No need to be all bossy here."

"I am your boss idiot." He rolled his eyes at her.

"Don't you want to know about meeting or not?" She huffed.

"Miss. Geet Handa, can you kindly let me know the details pertaining to the meeting-that-has-not-been-scheduled-but-I-am-supposed-to-attend-anyway?"

"You are supposed to meet a woman whom you had caught red-handed while she was pursuing frivolous activities with a guy", she explained in a hushed whisper, cheeks slightly turning pink. He burst out laughing at her naivety. He had seen a man and woman in compromising position in an unused conference room which had pissed him off badly. So he had come back to his cabin and ranted in front of Geet in full graphic detail what the two of them were up to and that he would want to reprimand them for their actions. Or tell them to get a room preferably not in his office building. Of course Geet was Geet. She had actually made an unofficial appointment with the woman in question. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Alright. Let's go. Since you actually made an appointment based on my rhetorical rant, I will attend this meeting as a punishment for myself for expecting you to have more than one dozen brain cells." Unfortunately for him his words were drowned in the noise of starting of the scooter. He thought he would get her later on. The day had only begun.

After an experience (Author's note: I might write about their drive from an unknown place to their office as a separate entry. If I have an idea, that is) of scooter riding Geet, they arrived at office in record time. He only hoped that none of the people he dealt with on daily basis saw him riding on a pink scooter looking completely out of place.

"Why do my pants feel wet?" He asked after getting down at parking lot of his office building.

"Are you sure you haven't peed in your pants?" Geet asked him worriedly. He couldn't believe that she thought it was a possibility.

"Geet, I am very, very sure that it isn't the case." He replied in mild annoyance.

"But your trousers look wet! And its beige colored ones so it's kind of hard miss." She exclaimed.

"I have no frigging clue why! What did you do Geet? It was alright when I was standing by myself. As soon as I sat on this contraption, this has happened." He snarled and punched scooter seat with his fist. And then he saw.

The seat was torn. The sponge in seat had absorbed enough water from rains last evening and the idiotic driver had obviously not thought too much into it.

"The seat is bloody torn Geet. Why didn't you tell me?" He yelled.

"How am I supposed to know? I am seeing it only today alright?"

"And that is going to help me how?" He exclaimed, his patience wearing out by the second.

"It cannot. Only I can", she replied quite smug.

They stared at each other for handful of moments.

"In several countries there is a law against this", he said finally breaking the gaze.

"Oh please. Blackmail is an essential tool for existence", she replied happily.

"Name your price Geet, for getting me new trousers."

"Get my internet access back." Came the quick reply.

"I had nothing to do with revoking in the first place you know?" He tried to negotiate.

"Okay. See you upstairs then." She started walking away.

"Alright. Alright. Fine. You will get your precious access to internet back." He shouted a response to her retreating back. After hearing his words, she turned around gave him a huge smile. He wondered why she was this elated.

"Email that network guy now." She grinned and gave him the id. He sighed in pure annoyance and emailed the network guy from his blackberry. He prayed silently to God to give him an opportunity to avenge this misfortune of his.

"Now will I get a new pair of pants?" He looked at her hopefully. He really didn't wanted to look like an idiot when he walked into the office.

"Sure. While you were ranting and raving before getting on my scooter, I had texted your butler to send new pair of trousers. They must be here at reception."

"You played me." He muttered.

"Yep."

"Retribution is a bitch you know." He grinned at her.

"Oh please." She rolled her eyes.

In a matter of forty minutes, his mood had gone from irritated to exhilarated, annoyed to blissfully ignorant and in the end there was a genuine feeling of happiness; happiness which comes from companionship, friendship and an understanding.

All was good in his life.

Sookie