the chronicles of the Singh's on lane 42 (xi)- Lady on wheels

Statuary warning for ladies, so that later on they don’t complain- I don’t know how to drive cars! So in case of any parties or tours I am the one who has to be picked and dropped. Maya was supposed to be borrowing Panchhi’s car and be coming at 9 to pick me up. You can never expect ladies to be on time and I had no such expectations either. However, when going on a date (calling it a date gives me morale boosting) boys are usually hyperactive. They don’t wish to mess it up. I was all set to go by the time she called me up. She was at the gates.

I had a last look at the mirror and found myself to be looking okayish! What I am wearing is inconsequential, as boys don’t have a wardrobe to choose from. All they have is either black or blue jeans. It has nothing to do with our favorite colors; it is just a camouflage to make washed trousers indistinguishable from unwashed ones. For a t-shirt all our options are too smeared in dirt, or spared ones have become fodder for mice. Mostly gifted t-shirts by mom for birthday occasions come to our rescue at this juncture. However, I took a black sweat shirt in case the girl feels cold; I didn’t wish the chance of feeling like a hero!

My first glance at Maya reminded me of a dialogue from Titanic. Ladies and machines never work together. Today, i understood what he meant to say. He wished for the welfare of the entire "man"kind- as ladies on cars looked lethal. Maya was casually dressed in a blue jeans and white kurta. There is something about ladies and especially pretty ladies- all dresses look beautiful on them. Still they take hours choosing what to wear. She welcomed me with her two dimple smile. She had tied her hair with a black band. Observing Maya over few years have taught me one thing about girls. Girls should go with tied hair on jeans and open flailing hair with saris (open hair flails our hearts).

She was driving me to CP. Connaught Place is a pretty happening place. It has become happening because of rich people, big cars and expensive joints. Major of the corrupted Delhi can be either found at Karol Bagh or at CP. Boys behave as if they are the sole inheritors of Tata’s empire and girls wear clothes putting PETA supporters to shame. Anyways, I don’t mind it unless I am with Maya.

Throughout the drive we chatted about the office workers, her brother, her sister happily married with two kids, Enya and so on. We stopped at Hotel Imperial.

I had never been to this place before. Who on earth goes for such luxurious hotels, when cheaper options exist? I was half in a mood to protest, but my thoughts were cut off in the middle by Maya’s laughter.

Maya: “Look at your face. You men can spend thousands on drinking, but won’t spend a few on quality food. Don’t worry it’s my treat, moreover I know the manager here.”

We ordered and ate to our hearts (not stomach) delight. The food was fine if not excellent, but the manager was a far stretched relative of Maya’s. So we were saved from exorbitant charges. On our return journey we took a longer route, and taking my chances I played the 98.5 FM. It plays sweet romantic songs at this time of the hour. After reaching home she said and did something which she hadn’t done before.

Me: “thank you for the wonderful treat and good night. See you tomorrow in the office.”

As I was opening the door she said in a soft tone, “wait.”

She came close to my right ear and said, “thank you”, and in one swift motion planted a kiss on my cheek.



What was I suppose to do? Kiss her back? Or open the door and move back to my apartment? Or ask her to come upstairs?
However, she solved my dilemma as she re-started her engine, indicating me to get down.

Today has proved one thing- ladies look sexier when they drive. So I won’t be learning how to drive throughout!