A lot can happen over a coffee:P

Well….This is what we B School fresh-faces do in break. Either bird –watching or chic watching and then curse for being single. Being in a group of 14 boys, A and I never got a chance to feel that we are girls. Minimum we have 4-5 guys are around us at any given point of time (Exceptions are also there). Typically like the late 90’s Bollywood movies with college backdrop where hero with his 4-5 followers. As A is always travelling, probably it is only ME whom is mostly seen in the university.

Being with all this smart asses, I too picked up the guys’ lingo for gals.

Asset – A hot chic

Liability – Unwanted nerd in the group study

Insurer- Hooker

Customer engagement management- A pimp

Customer satisfaction – gal showing off skin

Price Management – A date within the budget and many more.

One day, probably my dress or the divine realisation within them made them think I am girl and needs attention too. As usual we found our way to fire place and started our usual talk. For the first time, a firang (Foreigner) entered our league. Guess y? Not for group study or assignment or anything related to acads.

This guy E walks up and calls me out to a side and asks me for a cup of coffee lake side.Before my green turned friends could say something , even I thought I need a break for these desi sophisticated chichoras.

Then E and I settled down on the bank of Rhien River and started talking about the last class we attended together. This Italian looked awesome. For the first time I noticed a guy in my class after 2 months of stay. I think Italians are quite explicit in expressing their feelings romantically about beauty and nature.

After a long poetic conversation, he finally asks me about myself. My likes and what as a friend I would share.

Finally feeling like a gal, I just started off on a very high note.

You see I am turning old

My memories are fading.

My hair is falling.

I worry about the size of my ass-its increasing with my age.

(He kept his decency in checking it out)

I talk too much.

I think too much.

I'm way too good for anyone else.

I put alarms to wake up at 3 am to listen to music when everything else is quiet.

Everything about 3 am is awesomely beautifully depressing.

I want my voice range to be 4 octaves. Sigh!

(I expected him to understand that I sing and ask me to sing for him)

I'm not fat-I'm just bombacious-vivacious-curvacious-ohmygodaciously generously layered with extra tissue.

So I have an ego problem.

Most guy friends I have fallen for me sometime or the other-I'm not sure if that’s good or bad.

I'm sick of being called cute. Where is that smart outgoing sexy image?

I like earthy people.

 I wanna sing great gig in the sky with a big bunch of friends in the dead of night on top of a hill,with a bonfire burning and screams and laughter echoing.

Detachment is my strength and my weakness.

I never get bored of myself.

I love planning surprises and making stuff for people.

I'm not a movie person. I haven’t seen tons of good movies. I’m too restless to sit thru a movie.

I don’t watch many sitcoms like most people like.

No, I am NOT a boring person!

I think I’m morphing into a guy. Thanks to that bunch of friends I have around.

I can’t live abroad without Indian food 

I hate tall buildings.

Neutral colours of things abroad put me off. Everything there is either grey black white or blue. Or grey again.

I'm either singing or extremely quiet when high.

I smell pages of books.

I can’t see myself 20 years from now Or even 10.

Or even 1 and half years from now.

(Thats cuz i dont have a time machine......)

I make really bad jokes sometimes.

Other times I’m just awesomely witty.

I've done the craziest things ever in the past 2 months.

Most of the mistakes I've made were worth making.

I've invented words and snigs -My best was this word "flouge" rhyming with rouge...which means Trouble.

I love my friends...each n every one of them. So much...

I laugh a lot.

I like bright things.

I rarely regret things even if I do something wrong on an impulse.

I regret breaking someone's heart.

I contradict myself.

I have a very very very bad temper which I struggle to keep under control.

I suffer from foot in mouth syndrome.

I used to go the library 3rd floor just to watch the trains pass by. Also used to count how many boogies goods trains have.

I listen to JLo and the Pussycat Dolls sometimes.

There's nothing like walking on the bunds thru paddy fields.

There's nothing like a rooftop parrdyyy with gooood moosik.

I try to be as non-judgemental as possible.

I drool if I sleep flat.

I'm generally stable n steady.

I'm gonna experience everything in life.

I'm crazy about philosophy.

I hate preachy books.

I have loose hinges-I move my hands n head a lot while speaking.

I discover new awesomeness about myself every day.

Smoke rings fascinate me but I hate smokers

I judge how fat I am by examining how many veins show at the back of my hand.

I have to ride a water bike, water ski and see Mt. Everest before I die.

I sometimes long for shoes with lights.

I'm known for being clumsy and hurting myself every time.

I can’t lead a slow life-I need to be busy, I need a dynamic fast paced life.

I can’t follow a routine- I get bored of things easily.

I'm good with people.

I'm crazy about business.

I need to figure out how to get rich soon.

I'm getting nowhere.

I'm quite satisfied with my 23 years of life. Phew!

Can you imagine I just spoke this out in one go?

Poor guy was dumb stuck and took 5 minutes to regain himself.

Then we walked back to the place where my friends were waiting.

My friends pounced upon me for details. Worth a karva chaut or not !

After that day, E just smiles at me and drops me an email but never dared to talk to me again except hi! This is what happened with couple of other boys after E:-P