Dilo

Sorry my Doorling!

Dec 18,2006
Well well well.....Abrar's wedding is round the corner. And boy am I excited. Abrar is a couple of months younger than me. He is my mom's sis' son. And he got lucky before me. Wonder when my turn will come. This guy is working in the UK - he is a doctor there.

OK coming to the point - I just ordered the first suit of my life. Its costing me some 5000 rupees. And his wedding is probably the only time I am going to wear it before I grow out of it. But still I wanted it. It had to be a suit. Joyas and I couldnt make up our minds on the material so I took Ammi. She always has a superb taste and this time she picked out the cloth I most certainly would have missed. I would not have regretted though, because I wouldnt have known it existed.

I wanted a slim, body tight fit and showed the tailor the model on the wall and he couldnt help making me feel like his career's highest challenge. It would be difficult, but I told him to try his best. Has he seen Men In Black? Or Casino Royale? I try to be polite to him hoping he puts in that extra bit of effort to make me not look like a fool.

Its important for me to look not so formal. The suit shouldnt make me feel like im inside a life size cardboard box. I should feel like Im not wearing one at all, but still enjoy the attention (Dont think Emperrors New Clothes). But how would I look riding a Hero Honda wearing my first suit? Dont curse please. Ill devote the next 3 days to making sure that doesnt happen. This is moot because of something that happened today - my car wont start. The piece of (shhhhhhhh) art died on me this morning. Refused to wake up after the nights sleep. So Ammi came down, and we decided we will push it out of the lot, and while doing so, I would jump in, push to Reverse gear, and jerk start.

The plan was good. If succeeded, it would have meant I would be doing something else and not writing this blog at 1:30 AM - because I would have reached home on time from office IN MY CAR. It didnt. and I am writing this blog.

As it turned out, the door was open behind me when I pushed from the side of the steering wheel, and we started gaining some speed as the car slid down a gradual nonzero positive slope, and I jumped in, hit reverse and the moment before I was supposed to throw my foot off the clutch, there was a thud - the door had just slammed onto the pillar in the parking lot. Man.

For one and three thirds of a second, Ammi and I looked at each other in the eye - well this doesnt happen everyday to everybody. Is this my lucky day or what! Call the auto. I havent started my Hero Honda for 3 months.

The door still serves its purpose. but I have treated it badly. sorry my doorling. I will take u to VST motors and spend a few million paises on you and make you a door able again. There is going to be something in it for me too. If you recover before the marriage, my suit will make sense.

If not, well, see what other Doors God opens for me.

By the way, Abrar's marriage is on Christmas, 2006!
Naim.

posted by Chicken 65 @ 1:09 AM