Tuesday, July 15, 2008

AN EVENING TO REMEMBER !!

Just because i have decided to refrain myself from chattting as an experimental exercise, i thought would send u a mail instead.

Moreover, mails, even in the electronic form, are becoming fast obsolete, so by taking the pains (sic) of writing a mail i am actually taking forward a fading electronic tradition propagated by the American intelligence and promoted by Sabeer Bhatia.

Well, now as the credits are over, first things first.

You are magical. Absolutely magical!!

Last evening, the five-six hours that i had the priviledge of spending with you will linger in my memory as one of the best spent evenings. Even better than when i went out on my first date with my one-time crush.

Although, the crush is long crushed under the beauty of the exponentially beautiful girsl of Lucknow, Nagpur and MUmbai and Pune, but no other evenings after my first date ever qualified to replace that. But yesterday's eve stands a good chance... and has partly replaced it as well!!

Though, there was nothing special that happened and neither was i expecting something to happen, but the simplicity with which the things fell in place was so perfect, as if it was pre-ordained. And the credit goes to you, your simplicity, your childishness and they perfect way you carry yourself.

Your constant chatter punctuated by that infectious smile is still lingering around me. So much so that i actually have a hangoevr today in spite of not drinking last night. Its the hanover of your beauty, i guess, needless to add that it is intoxicating.

The effect was so intense that an uncanny complexity engulfed me later in the evening, and i was actuali feeling quite inferior in ur presence and lost my own funny self somewhere in the midst of conversations, predominantly done by you.

But thats again a compliment for you. IN fact thanks to you that i discovered a special quality in me.... that even i can stay quiet, calm and gained quite a few points which indicate that i can also be a good listener, even if that means listening to 'girls'.

See, that is the beauty of even being uncomfortale with some like you..... i ended up actually enjoying. So, the credit again goes to you.

But now as you read the mail, you must be smiling, provided you didnt have good start to your morning. and the smile that is now on your face... the final credit goes to me. So i end up winning in both ways. Huh, i am actualli kidding.

My you get evrything in life, and may i get many more such evenings....... through you and thorugh other beautiful girls who ever walked on the streets of Mumbai.

Hats off to you, your infectious smile, and hats off to God for creating beautiful GIRLS!!!

Promit is gasping!!! :-)

PS: The contents of the email above are purely a work of fiction and bear no resemblance to any person dead or alive.

OFFICE AT 12

For the last couple of days i am coming to office at 12. Does that mean i am not working hard.. i guess it means i am just not focussed. So many things to do and so much time i can actually fish out from the 24 hours of a day, but it all gets spent in lethargy, idle pursuits and gossips. But then, this is life.

Everybody come to office to work. I come for picnic, for devising means and ways to do less work in more time and to pretend that i am one of the most energetic and efficient and hard working journalist DNA Money ever got since its inception on August 2, 2005.

My organisation, i believe, is lucky that is has ME.... one who is tactful enough to create an impression that i work the most. And i feel proud when people say that i have 'zeal'... (though i dnt realli know the meaning of it, but i guess anything that sounds music to the ears is positive and should be taken as an honourarium... if it is for u.)

Hey, i am having a feeling that i am the BEST. Despite all my shortcomings, which i guess are none but still used the word to sound modest and humble, i am good at almost everything. Whether it is pretending, whether it is spending time aimlessly, or even when i am angry and when i am laughing!!

Now that i have praised myself so much, i have boosted my self-esteem to an extent that i think now i can take a break and go for a smoke.... my favourite companion with whom i share a sweet camaraderie... a Gold Flake king size and all its twin brothers and sisters that pop out of a Rs 40 packet, are the luckiest bunch of guys who know me in and out..... with every drag of the king... i feel like a king... and the intensity of the drag actually tell the stub how am i feeling... down and out, up and high, sentimental, romantic and even horny!! ha ha

Hats off to ITC. An ode to all smokers in the world will follow suit soon....

Now lets get back to pretending

;-)