Most Indian
couples start their relationship with a cup of coffee. Initially to ease
off an emergency situation; they prefer a coffee shop
nearest to the girl’s house; and these couples find CCD as the most
suitable outlet wrt their requirements (I think no of girls in a vicinity
determines the no of CCD outlets. Mathematically it can be expressed as number
of CCD outlets is equally proportional to number of gals living nearby.). That
is why Cafe Coffee Day chain, the most popular coffee chain in
India, can boast about maximum couples turning up to its outlets to enjoy their
constructive / destructive (Depends on individual’s outlook) and peaceful
time.
The above
stated reason understates the number of visitors at CCD. Apart from couples
there are lot many people (Atheists only, rest go to temples and sing some
Bollywood songs to persuade the deity) who come to CCD with their desires. As
CCD chain has a bit catchy slogan "Anything can happen over a cup of
coffee"; so it provides hopes for people searching for their counterparts.
Lot of couples can be seen sipping their coffees in their own dreamy world, lot
of couples can be seen entering or leaving the coffee parlour. So it is not
hard to expect a miracle.
I always
hoped, Someday CCD with live up to its slogan and image. Whenever I visit the
parlour, I wished to bump into any girl from my past or future but luck
never favoured me. One such day things took a U turn. I entered the
CCD and inspected the people sitting around. Though things were not
different from any other day@CCD but all of a sudden my scanning
stopped at one table and my mind started finding the reason for her isolation.
My mind started questioning "Why is she sitting alone? Is there someone
who has gone to place the order?" But as I did not want to lose the empty
table just next to her, so instead of risking the important time in analyzing
the situation in broader manner, I reserved the table next to her.
I was
checking her out and suddenly she peeked at me. As soon as she looked at me,
one of my eye-lid blinked, due to one mosquito who sacrificed his
life to make my life easier, in other words I winked. She stared at me, as if she was looking for an
explanation. Wow, it was my chance, but I did not have enough courage to ask
her if she wanted to join me. Dude, just in few seconds she joined me. I did
not know why? I thought she was either desperate or bold to sit next to me.
(Anyway Dil ki ichcha poori ho gayi)
During our conversation, I came to know her name was Kamini, what a
lovely name, is not it? Her skin was pink and she was wearing yellow t-shirt
with few silver lines which caused her skin glow more and a decent short (short
enough to cover half of her thigh) skirt. She had put light red lipstick (I
think it was light) on her lips and her face colour was fairer than skin colour
due to a thin layer
of powder on her face. Her eyes were dark black due to excess of Kajal and she
had put a nice and huge nose ring. To describe her acutely, her looks were
better than real Rakhi Sawant and worse than Karina Kapoor in Chameli.
Aroma@CCD
was little different now, all boys were staring me and her interchangeably.
Shit, men cannot change. These Guys, All of them were sitting with chicks but they had to check out my gal. But in contrast all the gals were also
staring at me. Guess what, whenever I hang out with a girl then lot of chicks check
me out. Why cannot they find me muscular when I walk alone?
Btw, I was not much
cautious about Aam Aadmi and I was enjoying my first real encounter @ CCD . She
was not notably good in speaking English, so to save her from embarrassment, I
started talking in Hindi (Baaap re, bach gaye nahi to apni to ijjat hi chali
jati). We covered lot of white areas e.g. movies, cricket, sport, and
education, lot of black areas e.g. population, traffic, pollution, global
warming and poor people and grey areas e.g. Indian politics, corruption,
medicine, sex and prostitution. Usually discussion was healthy except in two
instances. One, when we started the topic of sex, she became too touchy
(Do not take it wrong, I just mean emotional) and another when I started protesting
legalization of prostitution.
After finishing her
coffee she announced the arrival of her boy friend. I was sad but I knew she
must be waiting for someone. I asked her number and she denied. Anyway I waived
a good bye and asked the waiter to bring the bill.
Waiter brought me
the bill and I gave him the money. He returned with change and asked "How
was the madam sir?” I told him to mind his business. He said "Arre sir kya
sharma rahe ho bol bhi do? She will charge 2000 INR for one night." I was
stunned and in the state of dilemma I whispered "Was she a whorrrre?"
Waiter got angry and said “Sir Ijjat se bolo, call girl bolo”. I looked at all
the people sitting around me, they were still staring at me and I was sweating
in air conditioned mall. I asked the waiter, "Will she consider
my CCD bill in her charges?" and instead of waiting for his answer I moved
out of CCD briskly.
Disclaimer: All
characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real
persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.