Tall, handsome, polite and well-dressed, Mahesh looks more like a CitiBank sales executive than a driver. He has worked in large organizations and possesses the polish that comes with training. So when visitors come to our office Mahesh would politely tell them, “Please wait at the reception, I will check if Bala Sir is free.”
The hitch (if you can call it a hitch) is that I am always free and there is no reception in my office. All that we have are one cabin and two work stations that seat about 4 individuals on each side.
About six months back Mahesh was engaged to be married to his childhood sweet heart. The road to his marriage was quite bumpy because the girl's family was not very enthusiastic about their only daughter marrying a driver (even if the driver looked like a CitiBank sales executive). But after months of intense negotiation, emotional blackmail, sacrifices and tribulations both the families agreed for a grand wedding in Belgaum.
During those days Mahesh was not only happy, but spent much of his time day dreaming: dreaming about his marriage, his wife, his kids (one girl and one boy) who he would groom into responsible citizens and, much later, impish grandchildren who would play on his lap and things like that.
One day, while lost in such a reverie, two very handsome girls walked into our office and told Mahesh that they wanted to meet me. As usual, but slightly dreamy, Mahesh told them, “Please wait at the reception, I will check if Bala Sir is free.”
The girls looked around and seeing a closed cabin, two work stations and a few computers, but no reception anywhere in sight asked Mahesh in a bewildered tone, “But where is the reception?”
Mahesh, his dreamy eyes replaced by a coy smile and a blush on the cheek, hesitatingly revealed, “In Belgaum. On 24th February.”
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Incidentally, he joined citi about a month back
Looks like the faultless wanderer has begun his journey. The journey may be at the same point. The wait and the movement all are centered at an infinitismal dot. A point of beginning and a point of no return. Life's like that. We begin and end at the same place. So have we really travelled or was it an illusion.
hehehehe-what a bunch of junk
Faultless Wanderer :-) ... nice name to start with ... Congratulations ... now we get to know what Bala thinks like ... and I am assuming all this is written when you are off the influence of Alcohol and Smoke.
The driver looking like a citibank sales executive was quite an imagination bala...however what ever made you think that they are polished and TRAINED....
I quite like your introduction bala..did you write it when you were five pegs down on whisky and reciting ur ever favourite madhushala....
@ Robby
not what I think like. this blog is created to destroy the reputation of all my friends :-)
@ Shikha
Like they have poetic license, I have blogical licence :-)
Oh! this made me laugh so..
great punch line!..
but 'handsome girls' ?
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