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Schlok and Anjali showdown again on the choice of Kadhi or Rajma for the event. Little do they know the event ground looks like dilapidated junkyard with Bamboo poles and lose scaffolding and litter. What does it matter whether they serve Kadhi or Rajma if the guests dont have a place to sit? Right?
Schlok puffs into the office and is greeted by googly eyed employees waiting for their day's share of entertainment. He decides to deny them the pleasure but Little Ms. Asthma would have none of it.
Asthma: Hit me, squeeze me, crush me, break the window, throw me down, haul me up, press me down, rile me up, do whatever it takes but for heaven's sake, just...just tell me, WHY?
Schlok: Why I hit you? I said sorry.
Asthma: No, no, NO. Not why you slapped me, why did you terminate me? That is the biggest question I have. Why why why did you fire me?
Schlok: Hunh? So you really didn't mind me slapping you?
Asthma: What,.. No! Don't try to change the subject on me. Answer my questions NOW!
Schlok: So..the slap...my half-a** apology...umm...thats not an issue?
Asthma: Don't start that again! Just tell me why did you fire me?
Schlok: Phew! Man! *breathes out in relief*
Asthma: You think this is a joke? You think firing a girl without explanations is a JOKE?
Schlok: Well, I didn't explain why I slapped you either? You were fine with that!
Asthma: Who cares why you terrorized me or slapped me! I want an explanation why you fired me. Ufff. You are insufferable Mr. schlok.
Schlok: Don't you dare!
And the man pulls her arms and they tumble on to the modern day version of hay, the ergonomic office chair, made perfectly to hold a man with a woman on top. Asthma goes breathless again, and schlok looks on and wonders whether he should order a chaise for the staff room, as it would make these meetings much easier. Asthma wonders what aftershave brand Schlok uses, it just smells heavenly, while Schlok wonders what she had for breakfast, her hair smells of heavenly Mustard Tadka.
Then devi mayya decides to intervene. Sorry, wrong story.
The locket decides to entangle the two and the chain extends long enough to give us a good shot. Asthma wonders if her incoming sneeze is induced by Schlok's chest hair. She wants to control her sneeze. Then she feels something that no virgin girl should ever feel before she get decently married and is given approval by her parents and her entire society to do. She feels it. And its sheer monstrosity scares her. She feels...she feels...ab mein kya boloon what she feels.
Schlok is a world away, immersed in the exotic smells of the Sarson ka tel on her hair and wishes to remove the ridiculous hairband with his teeth. He never knew the simple joys of a hot evening doused in Mustard oil. Mmm. He is glad that her chain was a short one, really pulling her close to him. Another mmm.
Savayi babu will play an inadvertent accomplice to the budding romance. His grand plan is to lisp his orders to the hired goon. The goon cannot understand a word this Savayi babu says and decides to bring the entire junkyard down to kill an ant. Savayi babu is a good project manager and decides to check out the progress on the goon's task. He is appalled that the goon is busy pulling a rope and Asthma is still alive.
Asthma picks her teddy and examines it. Mr Schlok, what did I feel when I fell on you, she wonders. she turns the teddy upside down, examines it again, and finding nothing, exhales in exasperation, I know I felt something, Mr Schlok. What was it? The mute teddy wants to scream in frustration what she must have felt but the maker made it mute and just as well. Love is not a game of Gudda-Gudiya Astha!
The road to love is paved with one falling-tripping-catching-smelling-mouthwash at a time.
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