A chat with a stranger!

Avoiding groping eyes; while travelling; has mastered me to read a book with earphones in full finesse. Being a loner helps in giving a damn to the world while you are lost in your own.

Still sometimes you land into something very abrupt and enchanting.

Finishing 100th page of Chetan Bhagat's latest novel not only made me clutching the damn book with full force but also made me ignore the fact that I am in a local bus with a hot stud sitting next to me. In between those 100 to 102 page, I was undergoing an extremely hot steamy love making episode where I could not help but in indulging. I am sure people around who could not see cover of book; based on my eagle eye focus; must have thought I am preparing for CAT and mugging up words for mock class tests.

Finally at the end of 103rd page, protagonists wear their clothes and left the hotel room in novel while I took out my ear phones to drink some water and digest the fact that I have a long way to be blessed with such phenomenon in life.

I had a stole in my neck which i dint care much wearing as I hardly had a feel to look good. I wore my pathetic jeans and a normal Tantra tee as I have to avoid unnecessary attention from eve teasers on roads. Also, some cheap bata shoes which looked cute and could draw a little attention which was manageable. I mean a travel is not accomplished if you don't get a whistle or two on road. My bag was latest play clan Tote bag which i ordered online and was proud of it as my asset. I took out a water bottle and thought to scan the people around me. All same routine people with no specifics to mention. It seemed bus is quiet empty today. I finished all corners and heard a rich royal voice in my ears. Snap! I looked at my extreme right. A hottie in a corporate suit with his Mac in his lap and a polo club latest edition watch was sitting right beside me. I did not realise that I gave a very inappropriate glare to him which I could not help as i just survived a love scene from novel. Damn CB Novels!

I soon opened the book to know if the girl says yes to the hardworking guy in love story. I started to plug in the earphones; just when i heard "this guy will cheat on her soon."

"Excuse me" was my first reaction. He explained again "I just finished reading this and on this page he is going to cheat this chick."

I said "thank you for killing the fun of mine" and he said "I am sorry but could not help as I am feeling very bugged and nobody is here to talk to."

Is he hitting on me?. Oh GoD! I love you till eternity or whatever.

He extended his hand and said "Hello, My name is Maanas Roy". It was followed by a very warm, heart melting handshake.

I was just smiling and it struck to me that I am also allowed to speak.

"Hi, Myself Rukshaa Maan"

We smiled!

From further conversation, I got to know he is a marketing head in some MNC and his car broke down so he is travelling for like next 1 hour. So was I. For that moment; I loved we have buses in our city and I finally have a guy who is worth enough to talk to. But soon i hated the fact that; just only today; i had to look like a rough and tough bimbo. Could i not wear my latest Allen soly jacket with Calvin Klein denims. And why on earth, I am still on with my ugly Bata shoes. I just got Carlton London's 3 kinds of footwear in latest sale. But no. I had decided not to worn them so that i can avoid attention. Fuck Bata! and Fuck those whistlers! There is nothing bad to look like Jenifer Aniston on Peepli live type roads. We cant keep fashion at stake just because we do not have roads. Give me break.

I was actually day dreaming Jenifer Aniston on a Path-hole full roads and a scooter with a family of 5 sitting on it passes by and splash 3 ltr mud on her versace gown. She cries and I see Brad Pitt in the attire which Aamir Khan wore in Lagaan along with a knife in his hand. Thinking all this unusual crap, i laughed and Maanas stopped his boring story of buying F1 first row tickets a week back. I caught him checking on glass behind me if he has something on his face on which I might have laughed.

I; at once; told him that, listening to his F1 story, I just remembered the rickshaw race we saw in our maternal side village when i was 10. I fucking had no clue from where I uttered this crap. Oh yeh, must be that Bhojpuri flick which i got stuck on to when I was about to see Marlin Monroe biography on discovery. Seriously, what the hell I am upto now a days.

Anyways, so i ask him if he can guide me too for F1 and he offered me to send his personal agent number who can get me a concession for my friends' bulk booking. That was time, he had to ask my number and he did. My happiness saw no boundary and I muttered my phone number digits as somebody has asked me to puke a table of 2.

He saved my number but dint leave a text or even a missed call that time. I counselled internally he will of-course call. We asked each other's hobby and all other yahoo chat crap.

His phone rang twice the moment we were supposed to ask each other's marital status. Bloody phones I tell ya.

Anyways he asked me first and i told him my patent statement "I am happily single". I was almost about to ask and classic moment! His phone rang and i inquired internally with my brain horses why this guy passing time with me when he can; for example; pass time with that GK type malnourished 'seems air-hostess'. I am not even looking like ' somebody u can hit upon'. By the way how does it matter to me.

He is showing interest in me; why on earth does it affect my balls. That is the problem with me. Even if God bless me with something in life, i just turn into ACP Pradumn and ask my 'Daya' type brain "Is darwaze ko tod do".

He has my phone number girl, he might ask me out sometime and i can always flash my avatars on those outings, so chilax!

So he gets free and i ask him same question to which he replied "single". Wish i had asked something more from GoD today.

After 3 minutes of Delhi and NCR pollution problems' discussion, we had practically nothing left but to ask each other out sometime.

I think he was just about to ask and conductor bitch murmured "C.P folks, get down here."

Wish he could fix up a date. Destiny!

And it happened! After a week; i got a call from unknown number and it was him. This time he asked about my FB page and we added each other. Shit, we have a mutual friend called Lavya. I saw Lavya's tagged photos and found a comment on her birthday picture where she was fed cake by this guy and comment said "Wish you guys good luck for your courtship period!"

Asshole!