The Lady Bean..

On a Friday afternoon I reached home after office with a very happy mood.. Happy coz no need to go to office for the next two days, and one more reason was there for my that happy kinda mood.. Guess what?? date?? yeah.. date but this time with my sis for a dinner as she was leaving Bangalore, she got admission in Delhi school of Economics.. Now let me tell you one thing, She was a real debacle,I was praying for the delhiwallos ,those who gonna-be-the-victims of that "The lady Bean"( woh Mr. Bean hai na uska female version, note: kindly ignore this information who knows Mr. Bean.).She did enough for Bangaloreans so it's now time for the Delhites to avail.

Those days I was hanging between my Workplace and my bed like deepika Padokone and media diz days, things in my room had already declared me as a Goonga Mokkel .I was really unable to remember when was the last time I had been for a nice decent dinner starts with wine and ends with dessert or freaking out to a pub and boozed like anything. I was unknowingly generating Clairvoyance of staying on the other bank of the river.

WHY?? NO GF?? No guys there was no girl friend around those days.. Ek din toh Tarzan movie dekh ke gussa aagaya.. abbe ye @#$% tarzan jungle mein rehke bhi usko girlfriend mil jati hain..
I was really stucked in a core situation. After hearing that going-out thing mera toh khushi ke mare phule nahi sama raha tha..
I checked my watch ,One more hour to go. I was getting ready for that evening. I switched on my Ipod and went to kitchen for a cup of coffee.

She came home and came to find me in the kitchen, shaking frantically with what looked like a wire running from my waist towards the electric kettle. Intending to jolt me away from the deadly current she whacked me with a handy plank of wood by the back door, breaking my arm in two places. Until that moment I had been happily listening to my Ipod.