It was a Saturday night. Shivaji and Sambaji were absconding. The Buffer was waving the flag. That left only The Knight and Aurangzeb to party away the night. It was like having a football team whose strikers are out injured and have been replaced by two holding midfielders. The creativity and flair of the conquerors had gone missing.
So off went the two to the bar across the road. They had planned to sit by the river and and drown their bachelorhood sorrows in a coupla pints. But once they reached there, they were invited by a group of acquaintances to join them……… and so they did.
The table had the following members in attendance:
1. The Knight: he who needs no introduction
2. Aurangzeb: he too who needs no introduction
3. Turbanator: He needed no helmet on a bike. And was the quintessential Loins of Punjab.
4. Universal Soldier: He was six and a half feet in height. With bulging muscles and a compulsive disorder to stir up trouble.
5. IWPAF (I wanna pick a fight): The name suggests it all.
6. Psycho: He was on a permanent high. On alcohol or many a time something harder.
A bottle of Old Monk Rum was opened on the table and its contents partaken in generous doses. As the bottle rapidly emptied, Universal Soldier came up with the bright idea of going out someplace to sample some roadside delicacies.
And so off they went, the merry band of 6 vrooming away on four two wheelers. The order was as follows: Turbanator riding a Bullet with Universal Soldier as pillion, IWPAF riding a Pulsar with Psycho as pillion, The Knight on his Unicorn and Aurangzeb on his more modest Splendor.
Now, the roads in La La Land are narrow, twisting and turning. There was one such particular turn which was S shaped in nature. Not the ideal track to go motorbike racing at midnight. But Old Monk tends to make you kinda forget that. So round the first bend went Turbanator at 100 kmph riding wheel to wheel with IWPAF. At the first curve, Turbanator had his front wheel marginally ahead while on the second, it was IWPAF with the lead. As they reached the third curve, however, Turbanator in his zest to race ahead, pulled on the accelerator with great gusto and forgot to apply the brakes to take care of Newtons Second Law of Motion……….Inertia. There was a wide ditch beside the road into which dived the Bullet (quite gracefully if you think about it) and Turbanator (not quite as gracefully if you think some more about it) with it.
Now this Turbanator was not quite the stereotype as portrayed in most stories. He reacted instinctively and instead of trying to jump away from the bike or resist the downward plunge of the two wheeler, he dived into the ditch with it resulting in him having a couple of grazed knees at the worst. Universal Soldier, however, was not so lucky. He was flung off the bike with quite a good amount of force and did a couple of tumbling somersaults across the adjoining lawn. And to be frank, when Universal Soldiers get Black Eyes and roughed up faces their resemblance to Jean Claude Van Damme dims even further.
He was stunned to say the least. This was just not part of the script. The other four members of the now defunct bike race quickly dismounted from their rides to help out their fallen buddies. While The Knight and Aurangzeb tended to Universal Soldier, IWPAF and Psycho were more interested in hauling up the bike. Now, just as soon as the bike and Universal Soldier were both brought back to their right side up, Turbanator started hitting the rear seat vigorously and shouted “Tu Punjab ka Sher hai………..aa baith jaa peeche”. Universal Soldier was dumbstruck. Forget about checking on his well being. Forget about checking the bike. Forget about apologizing about the accident. Here was this guy encouraging him to get back on the bike and ride pillion in double quick time. Truly Surd stuff.
Much to The Knight and Aurangzeb’s surprise, he did get back on the bike and the four of them again zoomed away into the night. Our comrades however did not join them. Another Lion that night might have been too much to handle.
Note:
1. All characters are fictional. Resemblance, if any is purely coincidental.
2. Kindly refer the opening post on Buffering Theories for any reference to the main characters.
16 Sept 2010
16 May 2010
RR-009: Buffering Theories - Mission B
Once upon a time in La La Land, Shivaji, Sambaji and The Buffer sat down to introspect on the life they were leading.They lived in a land of plenty but existed like paupers. They were surrounded by pretty gals all around but had none to hang out with. Was it because they weren't good looking enough? Or smart enough? Or rich enough? Not really. While the aforementioned reasons might have contributed to their current predicament (as there were better looking, smarter and richer guys around), it wasn't the de facto reason. After giving much thought to the matter, helped by generous swigs of fermented potatoes, the truth finally dawned on them.
They just did not have a strategy in place. Even a team with the most prodigious talent in its line up would never be able to win without a terrific strategy. And they considered themselves a team with prodigious talent. Thus was born the Buffering Theory. The theory was extremely simple. Lets say there is a Gal A whom Shivaji/ Sambaji liked and would like to hang out with. The Gal A would have Guy A, B, C and Gal B, C hanging around her. Hence it would be extremely difficult for them to monopolize her attention. This was where the Buffer came in. The Buffer's role was to neutralize these unwanted interruptions thus giving a free hand to the Shivaji's.
They decided to test the theory on a group known as "The B Company".The B Company had in its midst Scary, Baby and Posh (akin to the Spice Girls for the uninitiated).Scary and Sambaji had got along extremely well during their Fresher's party and had ended up dancing way into the night. Sambaji thus had very fond memories of her. Posh and Shivaji too had got along famously during the festive time a few months ago and he hoped to build on it. Baby was added to the mix as part of Shivaji's legendary cluster bombing principle.
The constituents of the B Company as perceived by our conquerors were as follows:
1. Scary: She was a lot of fun to be with. She could be wacky and sarky and was generally very outgoing and into partying the night away. And she had a scary laugh..........the kind which you didn't want to hear in the middle of the night while stumbling along in the darkness.
2. Posh: Posh, as her name suggested, always behaved in a regal fashion to the point of being a little haughty. Somewhat similar to the SOBO's found in Mumbai. You would probably expect her to turn up her nose, put her hands up in the air and utter "Oh so middle class" at any given point in time.
3. Baby: She was the more stable among the three. Rosy cheeks were her claim to fame. Probably modelled for Pears in her spare time. But she had had too may laddoos in her childhood leading to her being a little on the "healthy" side.
4. Mr. Bean: He looked eccentric and behaved even more so. He rose when the world slept and vice versa. He was usually found on campus in a semi nude state and if itches could kill.........he would have dropped dead a long time ago.
5. Techtosterone: Tech was his forte. He could live tech, eat tech and breathe tech. He probably even had an algorithm devised to fart taking the path of least resistance and having the minimum coefficient of friction.
6. Brainy & Drainy: Brainy was your man for anything related to numbers. And Drainy was the king of draining liquid from a glass.
So, the plan was operational. Shivaji and Scary had started getting along well of late and he had even managed to get her to come partying a couple of times on the pretext of searching out new hang out spots. This was causing much heartburn to Sambaji, but he was just keeping quiet for the moment and biding his time. And so, one fine Saturday night, B Company and G Company (G = Guys)had a group date together. Shivaji broke the good news to Sambaji, The Buffer, Aurangzeb, The Consultant and The Knight whereas Scary did likewise to the B Company.
There were mixed reactions on either side. While Sambaji and The Consultant were thrilled ( The Consultant had his own designs while Sambaji was Sambaji), Aurangzeb was happy at the change of scenery and the chance to conquer conquered lands (after they were first conquered of course). The Buffer was resigned to his fate. He would be taking care of Mr. Bean, Techtostereone, Brainy and Drainy all by himself. The Knight was extremely unhappy with the plan. His idea of a fun Saturday night was defined by two words "Cheap Booze". This plan did not exactly coincide with it.
And so set off into the night B Company and G Company. G Company vroomed to the destination on their phat phatis. B Company ofcourse reached there by car. Posh could not make it as she had some prior engagement to keep. The venue was a jazzy place with tents in the open air and candles on the table. And the beverage menu reflected it. B Company sat on one side of the table and G Company on the other. This set the tone for the night. The Knight was sulking on one side of the table as the booze was burning a big hole in his pocket. Brainy, Drainy and Techtosterone were sulking on the other side as they did not like getting buffered. The only people who were really enjoying themselves were Scary, Shivaji and Sambaji.
Scary loved to shock people and started off by ordering a "Screaming Orgasm" much to Shivaji's delight. However, that was among the only few high points of the evening which eventually turned out to be quite disastrous. Imagine two jokes being cracked and one half of the table laughing at the first one and the other half at the second one. Or Techtosterone trying to explain the Theory of Relativity to Sambaji who was more interested in the Theory of Relationships. Or for that matter, The Buffer trying to relate how he got orgasmic on discussing food to Brainy getting a similar feeling on discussing various methods of redemption of debentures. Not to mention cold vibes from aggrieved parties all across. After the painful task of settling the bill, Shivaji suggested that all concerned head off to a disc and party the night away. But much to his dismay this was aggressively vetoed across the table and off went everybody back to their rides.
Unfortunately for the Conquerors, this was the last time they got a chance with either Scary or Posh as both went off the market shortly and they had to start all over again.But while the end result was not quite what they had intended, the theory had worked wonderfully well. It was now only a matter of fine tuning it and finding new lands to conquer.
Note:
1. All characters are fictional. Resemblance, if any is purely coincidental.
2. Kindly refer the opening post on Buffering Theories for any reference to the main characters.
They just did not have a strategy in place. Even a team with the most prodigious talent in its line up would never be able to win without a terrific strategy. And they considered themselves a team with prodigious talent. Thus was born the Buffering Theory. The theory was extremely simple. Lets say there is a Gal A whom Shivaji/ Sambaji liked and would like to hang out with. The Gal A would have Guy A, B, C and Gal B, C hanging around her. Hence it would be extremely difficult for them to monopolize her attention. This was where the Buffer came in. The Buffer's role was to neutralize these unwanted interruptions thus giving a free hand to the Shivaji's.
They decided to test the theory on a group known as "The B Company".The B Company had in its midst Scary, Baby and Posh (akin to the Spice Girls for the uninitiated).Scary and Sambaji had got along extremely well during their Fresher's party and had ended up dancing way into the night. Sambaji thus had very fond memories of her. Posh and Shivaji too had got along famously during the festive time a few months ago and he hoped to build on it. Baby was added to the mix as part of Shivaji's legendary cluster bombing principle.
The constituents of the B Company as perceived by our conquerors were as follows:
1. Scary: She was a lot of fun to be with. She could be wacky and sarky and was generally very outgoing and into partying the night away. And she had a scary laugh..........the kind which you didn't want to hear in the middle of the night while stumbling along in the darkness.
2. Posh: Posh, as her name suggested, always behaved in a regal fashion to the point of being a little haughty. Somewhat similar to the SOBO's found in Mumbai. You would probably expect her to turn up her nose, put her hands up in the air and utter "Oh so middle class" at any given point in time.
3. Baby: She was the more stable among the three. Rosy cheeks were her claim to fame. Probably modelled for Pears in her spare time. But she had had too may laddoos in her childhood leading to her being a little on the "healthy" side.
4. Mr. Bean: He looked eccentric and behaved even more so. He rose when the world slept and vice versa. He was usually found on campus in a semi nude state and if itches could kill.........he would have dropped dead a long time ago.
5. Techtosterone: Tech was his forte. He could live tech, eat tech and breathe tech. He probably even had an algorithm devised to fart taking the path of least resistance and having the minimum coefficient of friction.
6. Brainy & Drainy: Brainy was your man for anything related to numbers. And Drainy was the king of draining liquid from a glass.
So, the plan was operational. Shivaji and Scary had started getting along well of late and he had even managed to get her to come partying a couple of times on the pretext of searching out new hang out spots. This was causing much heartburn to Sambaji, but he was just keeping quiet for the moment and biding his time. And so, one fine Saturday night, B Company and G Company (G = Guys)had a group date together. Shivaji broke the good news to Sambaji, The Buffer, Aurangzeb, The Consultant and The Knight whereas Scary did likewise to the B Company.
There were mixed reactions on either side. While Sambaji and The Consultant were thrilled ( The Consultant had his own designs while Sambaji was Sambaji), Aurangzeb was happy at the change of scenery and the chance to conquer conquered lands (after they were first conquered of course). The Buffer was resigned to his fate. He would be taking care of Mr. Bean, Techtostereone, Brainy and Drainy all by himself. The Knight was extremely unhappy with the plan. His idea of a fun Saturday night was defined by two words "Cheap Booze". This plan did not exactly coincide with it.
And so set off into the night B Company and G Company. G Company vroomed to the destination on their phat phatis. B Company ofcourse reached there by car. Posh could not make it as she had some prior engagement to keep. The venue was a jazzy place with tents in the open air and candles on the table. And the beverage menu reflected it. B Company sat on one side of the table and G Company on the other. This set the tone for the night. The Knight was sulking on one side of the table as the booze was burning a big hole in his pocket. Brainy, Drainy and Techtosterone were sulking on the other side as they did not like getting buffered. The only people who were really enjoying themselves were Scary, Shivaji and Sambaji.
Scary loved to shock people and started off by ordering a "Screaming Orgasm" much to Shivaji's delight. However, that was among the only few high points of the evening which eventually turned out to be quite disastrous. Imagine two jokes being cracked and one half of the table laughing at the first one and the other half at the second one. Or Techtosterone trying to explain the Theory of Relativity to Sambaji who was more interested in the Theory of Relationships. Or for that matter, The Buffer trying to relate how he got orgasmic on discussing food to Brainy getting a similar feeling on discussing various methods of redemption of debentures. Not to mention cold vibes from aggrieved parties all across. After the painful task of settling the bill, Shivaji suggested that all concerned head off to a disc and party the night away. But much to his dismay this was aggressively vetoed across the table and off went everybody back to their rides.
Unfortunately for the Conquerors, this was the last time they got a chance with either Scary or Posh as both went off the market shortly and they had to start all over again.But while the end result was not quite what they had intended, the theory had worked wonderfully well. It was now only a matter of fine tuning it and finding new lands to conquer.
Note:
1. All characters are fictional. Resemblance, if any is purely coincidental.
2. Kindly refer the opening post on Buffering Theories for any reference to the main characters.
21 Feb 2010
RR-008: Buffering Theories
The Buffer: One that protects by intercepting or moderating adverse pressures or influences/ something that separates potentially antagonistic entities.
Source: www.thefreedictionary.com
Main Cast Of Characters:
1. The Buffer: He hailed from the North. But hated Delhities. Tall and broad (tending to fat), he roamed around campus in his patented "baniyans" and loved to show off his stretch marks which evidenced his increasing girth. He was committed to his off campus girlfriend and thus was made committed to the cause i.e. he became the designated buffer. The job description of the buffer was simple - to take care of potentially antagonistic entities, in this case guys of targeted groups thus allowing license to thrill to the "Shivaji's".
2. Shivaji: He believed he could float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. But usually ended up stinging the butterfly itself. He was hilarious to be with, more so as his gaffes were unintentional and always came at the wrong moment. He believed in cluster bombing. Fire at multiple targets at once and you were sure to hit one was his funda in life. Sadly for him, not all fundas in life actually come true.
3. Sambaji: Trusted aide de camp to Shivaji in the matter of cluster bombing. He brought some method to Shivaji's madness. Some strategy to the insanity. He always managed to charm the pretty chicks on the dance floor with his grooves and moves but ended up being caught in the pics the next day. But he usually managed to get away by blaming Bacardi Martini Pvt Ltd for the previous night's excesses.
4. The Knight (In Shining Armour): He was notorious from Day 1 for his "Mandovi Pul Ke Tale" misdemeanours. He was of medium height, but packed enough muscle to push two drunk six foot plus Punjabi Mundas through the boys hostel single handedly. He took his designated duties of helping and protecting women extremely seriously by whisking them away from under Shivaji's and Sambaji's respective noses on his 150 cc Unicorn leading to much gnashing of teeth and heartburn. He believed subtlety and not the directness of cluster bombing would lead him to the damsels.
5. Aurangzeb: Where Shivaji & Sambaji roamed the roads looking for new lands to conquer, Aurangzeb believed in conquering their conquered territories while they were away. Positively Machiavellian in nature. His innocent looks belied his scheming ways. In a sense he was the anti buffer.
Guest Appearances:
1. The Consultant: He looked like a firang and behaved like one too. Daataa was his forte. He joined as a vegetarian, teetotaler and non fagger. And finished up being none of those. Extremely excitable, he always lived life on the edge and was prone to swinging from one extreme to the other.
2. Ladykiller: As the name suggests, he was irresistible to the ladies. Or thought so. His strategy to woo the ladies was simple. Study with the guys. And then teach the girls. Thus creating a virtual harem in his room. Unfortunately for him, when the results came out, usually the girls passed and he ended up flunking.
3. Gyaani Baba: He was the king of gyaan and had an opinion on every possible thing on earth. When in form, he could argue the hind legs off a donkey. He tried to take the gyaan route to charm the chicks. But that was like trying to cure tonsils by putting a hand up your backside.
Source: www.thefreedictionary.com
Main Cast Of Characters:
1. The Buffer: He hailed from the North. But hated Delhities. Tall and broad (tending to fat), he roamed around campus in his patented "baniyans" and loved to show off his stretch marks which evidenced his increasing girth. He was committed to his off campus girlfriend and thus was made committed to the cause i.e. he became the designated buffer. The job description of the buffer was simple - to take care of potentially antagonistic entities, in this case guys of targeted groups thus allowing license to thrill to the "Shivaji's".
2. Shivaji: He believed he could float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. But usually ended up stinging the butterfly itself. He was hilarious to be with, more so as his gaffes were unintentional and always came at the wrong moment. He believed in cluster bombing. Fire at multiple targets at once and you were sure to hit one was his funda in life. Sadly for him, not all fundas in life actually come true.
3. Sambaji: Trusted aide de camp to Shivaji in the matter of cluster bombing. He brought some method to Shivaji's madness. Some strategy to the insanity. He always managed to charm the pretty chicks on the dance floor with his grooves and moves but ended up being caught in the pics the next day. But he usually managed to get away by blaming Bacardi Martini Pvt Ltd for the previous night's excesses.
4. The Knight (In Shining Armour): He was notorious from Day 1 for his "Mandovi Pul Ke Tale" misdemeanours. He was of medium height, but packed enough muscle to push two drunk six foot plus Punjabi Mundas through the boys hostel single handedly. He took his designated duties of helping and protecting women extremely seriously by whisking them away from under Shivaji's and Sambaji's respective noses on his 150 cc Unicorn leading to much gnashing of teeth and heartburn. He believed subtlety and not the directness of cluster bombing would lead him to the damsels.
5. Aurangzeb: Where Shivaji & Sambaji roamed the roads looking for new lands to conquer, Aurangzeb believed in conquering their conquered territories while they were away. Positively Machiavellian in nature. His innocent looks belied his scheming ways. In a sense he was the anti buffer.
Guest Appearances:
1. The Consultant: He looked like a firang and behaved like one too. Daataa was his forte. He joined as a vegetarian, teetotaler and non fagger. And finished up being none of those. Extremely excitable, he always lived life on the edge and was prone to swinging from one extreme to the other.
2. Ladykiller: As the name suggests, he was irresistible to the ladies. Or thought so. His strategy to woo the ladies was simple. Study with the guys. And then teach the girls. Thus creating a virtual harem in his room. Unfortunately for him, when the results came out, usually the girls passed and he ended up flunking.
3. Gyaani Baba: He was the king of gyaan and had an opinion on every possible thing on earth. When in form, he could argue the hind legs off a donkey. He tried to take the gyaan route to charm the chicks. But that was like trying to cure tonsils by putting a hand up your backside.
27 Jan 2010
RR-007: The engagement
By the time we woke up the next day, groggy and disoriented, it was past 8.30. I was told that the venue was just 20 mins away and whoever heard of engagements starting on time anyway? So after leaving the house by 9 and making a couple of pit-stops to pick up a couple of damsels on the way (chivalry when your running late can be extremely trying indeed) we managed to reach the venue at ...................10.30 !!!. How so? Read on........
Only LR had been to SM's house before. Hence he was playing the role of the navigator. VS was elected to drive assuming he was the fastest and the safest after the previous night's excesses. Im guessing I missed seeing LR fall and take a knock on the head because he suddenly started behaving like Ghajini whenever we looked to him to provide directions. Im sure he would have given Aamir Khan a run for his money if he had auditioned for the role then. The road which he was sure led to the venue the first moment, suddenly became alien the next.
So off we chugged along, north the first moment and then south the next. Finally we managed to reach the vicinity of the venue and just to confirm the exact location, we zeroed in on a HDFC ATM and more importantly the security guard loitering next to it. LR signalled him to come closer and the moment he did so, slid down the window and......... SNEEZED ON HIM!!!.
It was a very accurate and powerful sneeze. Not a single droplet missed the intended target. The security guard was too stunned to say a word. But you have to give credit where credit is due. LR was completely unfazed and even managed to get directions out of the poor fellow and off we toodled along and finally reached SM's house.
We hurried into the main hall to find the ceremonies underway. Uncles, aunts, cousins, friends, relatives were all in attendance. We quietly joined them and just as I was congratulating myself for having made a surreptitious entry, Shakira started blaring loudly to my right. It was our very own "Joey" aka LR who had forgotten to put his cell on silent.
For those blessed with a vivid imagination, I would suggest you imagine the following:
a. hymns and sholkas being sung by priests
b. proud parents with tears in their eyes
c. the happy couple waiting to exchange rings
d. "Laundry Service" by Shakira blasting to glory
e. A horrified LR oblivious to his surroundings shouting f***, f***, f*** and disappearing at top speed.
At that moment I truly wished the floor had opened up and swallowed me whole. All present were giving me extremely dirty looks as if waiting for my Shakira tune to start. I tried to appear as nonchalant as possible and pretend as if nothing untoward had happened. But that was a mite difficult and understandably so !!!
The rest of the engagement went off comparatively uneventfully until the post lunch session. SM's brother brought out a guitar and serenaded us with songs which he had specially composed for the occasion. While most of us listened quite attentively, LR dozed off right next to the bro completely oblivious to his surroundings. If he had nodded a bit more, he would have probably fallen into the bro's lap.
And then came the most hilarious part. Everybody started insisting that AD sing a song for his beloved. While he of course tried to escape this public outing of his vocal chords by giving random excuses, all of which were rejected, to egg him on SM suggested that he sing songs of Madhubala who was supposedly his favourite (funny as he doesn't look old enough to be born in the sixties). At this point of time LR suddenly awoke from his slumber refreshed and revitalized and having heard only the last part about AD's liking (supposed) for Madhubala utttered the following " AD, if you like Madhubala why did you keep Pamela Anderson's photographs in your drawer in college?".
I think, this time every person in the room wished the floor opened up and swallowed him. While the father looked at the ceiling, the mother looked at the floor and we all despicable people looked at each other and burst out laughing. This was one of those times when we saw a sinister gleam in AD's eyes. A mad light which overrides reason. Fortunately his better half had a calming influence on him and there was a happy ending to the day's proceedings.
Only LR had been to SM's house before. Hence he was playing the role of the navigator. VS was elected to drive assuming he was the fastest and the safest after the previous night's excesses. Im guessing I missed seeing LR fall and take a knock on the head because he suddenly started behaving like Ghajini whenever we looked to him to provide directions. Im sure he would have given Aamir Khan a run for his money if he had auditioned for the role then. The road which he was sure led to the venue the first moment, suddenly became alien the next.
So off we chugged along, north the first moment and then south the next. Finally we managed to reach the vicinity of the venue and just to confirm the exact location, we zeroed in on a HDFC ATM and more importantly the security guard loitering next to it. LR signalled him to come closer and the moment he did so, slid down the window and......... SNEEZED ON HIM!!!.
It was a very accurate and powerful sneeze. Not a single droplet missed the intended target. The security guard was too stunned to say a word. But you have to give credit where credit is due. LR was completely unfazed and even managed to get directions out of the poor fellow and off we toodled along and finally reached SM's house.
We hurried into the main hall to find the ceremonies underway. Uncles, aunts, cousins, friends, relatives were all in attendance. We quietly joined them and just as I was congratulating myself for having made a surreptitious entry, Shakira started blaring loudly to my right. It was our very own "Joey" aka LR who had forgotten to put his cell on silent.
For those blessed with a vivid imagination, I would suggest you imagine the following:
a. hymns and sholkas being sung by priests
b. proud parents with tears in their eyes
c. the happy couple waiting to exchange rings
d. "Laundry Service" by Shakira blasting to glory
e. A horrified LR oblivious to his surroundings shouting f***, f***, f*** and disappearing at top speed.
At that moment I truly wished the floor had opened up and swallowed me whole. All present were giving me extremely dirty looks as if waiting for my Shakira tune to start. I tried to appear as nonchalant as possible and pretend as if nothing untoward had happened. But that was a mite difficult and understandably so !!!
The rest of the engagement went off comparatively uneventfully until the post lunch session. SM's brother brought out a guitar and serenaded us with songs which he had specially composed for the occasion. While most of us listened quite attentively, LR dozed off right next to the bro completely oblivious to his surroundings. If he had nodded a bit more, he would have probably fallen into the bro's lap.
And then came the most hilarious part. Everybody started insisting that AD sing a song for his beloved. While he of course tried to escape this public outing of his vocal chords by giving random excuses, all of which were rejected, to egg him on SM suggested that he sing songs of Madhubala who was supposedly his favourite (funny as he doesn't look old enough to be born in the sixties). At this point of time LR suddenly awoke from his slumber refreshed and revitalized and having heard only the last part about AD's liking (supposed) for Madhubala utttered the following " AD, if you like Madhubala why did you keep Pamela Anderson's photographs in your drawer in college?".
I think, this time every person in the room wished the floor opened up and swallowed him. While the father looked at the ceiling, the mother looked at the floor and we all despicable people looked at each other and burst out laughing. This was one of those times when we saw a sinister gleam in AD's eyes. A mad light which overrides reason. Fortunately his better half had a calming influence on him and there was a happy ending to the day's proceedings.
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