One Night at 7/Friend’s Society, Kothrud

Though was 12 AM in that crimson colored heart shaped wall clock; I still prodded him, "What’s the time?" He was deeply engrossed in reading his OTS report, presentations and photo albums for the nth time like a Mills and Boons Novel. He made a face and drawled as if I have drawn him back from his sweetest dreams, " What’s hell with the Time? Are you expecting your non-existent Girl Friend to pick you up for a long drive on her Scooty and then take you to her room for a late night hard strong coffee. Stop bugging with your day-dreaming at least at nights." No ,Idiot ! Its time for Midnight Hot in FTV. I don’t want to miss any of those vital stats"; I was savagely pushing the buttons of that poor remote till FTV with its ultra thin models finally flashed on the TV screen. Now, his eyes were also glued to TV screen. " Its time we should get married." he was smacking his dry lips after feasting his eyes on the bikni-clad models cavorting in blue ocean waters. "Not a bad idea. But are you prepared for the final go?" I popped up the ultimate question. " On the contrary, I am raring to go for quite some times. The more you practice and prepare for it, the more you find yourself down the drains. And Mentally- There is no use. Mind is the first casualty after the marriage." he was at his philosophical best. " Awesome! You are quite a revelation today. I didn’t expect you having such deep insights." I was mesmerized with his reflections. " That means that you have decided on the girl." I made my final assault.
He smiled and said," Not particularly on anyone. But decided on the broad specifications- fair, tall, slim, slender, sharp featured, smart, long black hairs, well groomed, Preferably MBA but not imposing, working and above all, she should have blue eyes." I was totally dumb with his audacity of such a long distance flight of fantasies. Somehow I gulped that lump in my throat and shouted at him, " F@#$%^ and Where will you order such a customized girl for yourself ? In Jhumritillayya , Pachammba or Timbaktoo ?. You do one thing. Sit down here and select one of these super models and send a post card to them saying, A suitable and successfully virgin boy At post-Pachammba, Dist-Giridh, State –Jharkhand , Convent educated, BCOM, PGDRM , Scale II Government Bank Manager is interested in Marrying you without dowry. No caste, age or marital status bar." I left him with those Supermodels and OTS Report. I didn’t heard him but he was still saying, " Why the hell I feel that I know one like this." I didn’t know since how long he rummaged through his old albums all night in his PC.