Monday, August 25, 2008

The kala khatta analogy.

Its almost clear to the readers (if any) .. or atleast to me that any direct or indirect interaction with a "पराई औरत" (stranger female entity) prompts me to write a blog entry.
No, that doesn't mean that number of my blog posts equals the number of my female interactions... Am not in Antarctica nor am I isolated for having bird flu (that would rather increase my interactions assuming most nurses are females, "beautiful ones".)

Keeping the statistics aside..

Its been a "loud" day.. yea songs of "govinda govinda" on the eve of janamashtami - a festival in India glorifying the act of a child stealing "cream" from pots -use google - coming from almost everywhere.

during the nights the streets were full of these "govindas and his gang" to burst the pots for the cream - read millions of bucks.
And yea Djs!!! lots of them.. one DJ per pot aka handi/matki.
some were playing music nicely.. some were simply farting... or was it their speakers.
all in all very loud!

Me and my local buddy almost every year hangout during this time for birdwatching.

Its difficult but it still occurs.A good eye is all it takes.

Finally hanging around the most probable "bird watching" location and hence tiring the eyes and the legs..(I can include other parts too..) we finally ended up at a ice cream parlour.
Usually this places are high end for me.. too much money for what they provide..
but this was the only shop open in that area which offer good edible contents.. other shops open were of paan beedi etc.

This icecream parlour had numerous weird looking machines..

Being curious since birth - yes I asked the nurse at my birth if she was a virgin or not - i questioned the shopkeeper about the "what the fhaakhs" of that machine, all he said was "crushed ice" .. though I heard "fhaaked ice" - too much wax in my ears it seems- but my local buddy - who was still deciding on what to buy- corrected me soon.

That content that came out of that machine and served out in the menu was called as "ice flush" or was it Ice slush. Discussing about the flavors to get we finally settled on kala khatta - I wanted "lime fresh" - but .. nevermind. Kala khatta is a misguided name.. its niether kala nor is it khatta... its purplish.. very dark.. and its sweet..and sour.. all in all it sucks.

Well some chicks ordering along the same queue wearing kaala(black) dresses were HOT!

Only if I could some how know about their "khattaness" :D

Standing there in midst of the entrance of that shop and sipping that flush which looked like grainular sticky thing...and "watching" - you know what.

While discussing the grainularity of that stuff a small voice came from the back.. "Sit".. a lady spoke.

Lady's profile (as you know, this is always important): Mid thirties,short,chubby,cute.

Her husband was standing there hence no MORE data could be extracted from the system.

system being HER.

Accepting her proposal I said "thank you" and sat where she had offered to.

And What the fhaakh! she made me sit near the compressor of the "softy" machine..aka the HEAT vent. She was happily giggling!! My conscience murmured: " Oh you poor deluded bastard"...

How can she be so cruel.. :|
Anyways the place became more hotter when those kala dress girls stood right in front of me.. :D


(No that doesnt mean a top with a picture of tank on it, use google if you dont know what they are)