Scene: Wedding party
Man: Hi! Can’t fail to notice how beautiful you look.
Woman: Do I know you?
Man: Well, even if you didn’t it wouldn’t change your beauty.
Woman: Ya, I know guys like you. Nice try.
Man: Hey hang on; see I know you are getting bored. Let’s have a harmless conversation. Please don’t run away from me as if I am one psychotic dude. You can check my background; I come from an honorable family.
Woman: (Laughs), Alright. But I have a few conditions. You will not ask me my name, and you will not even try to get my number. Deal?
Man: Deal. You are one hard nut to crack. Anyway so what do you do?
Woman: Well, I am into fashion designing.
Man: Ah! Classic, you know I have always wondered that women who are into fashion would make the best combination with engineers like me
Woman: Too bad, I think the opposite. So you are an engineer (sarcastically)
Man: Yeah and this is bad because…?
Woman: Quite clearly you would be desperate. Desperate for attention, desperate for women, and generally money and stuff
Man: Wow, some opinion yaa..Well can’t blame you…It’s easy to judge..! But I still maintain my stance.
Woman: (ignoring) Anyway which college
Man: (as if waiting for the question) IIT Delhi
Woman: Hmm…you think that you are quite smart don’t you?
Man: Well not really. Why would you say that?
Woman: Could get it from the smugness in your face when you answered my question. Anyway I got admitted into IIT, but a change of heart took me to NIFT.
Man: (Surprised) Wow!!!
Woman: Anyway, cut it. What do you do in your free time except hitting on girls?
Man: Umm…I just don’t do anything. Just sit and relax!
Woman: Don’t you get bored?
Man: I love myself too much to get bored in my own company.
Woman: You know, you remind me of my ex-boy friend. I hated that guy!
Man: Ah! Joker. Good one
Woman: No I mean it!
Man: You know throughout the conversation, you did not leave one opportunity to put me down. But strangely enough, I am loving every moment of it!
Woman: Yea, I can understand, engineers and desperation go hand in hand. OK, tell me your count?
Man: Count?
Woman: How many women have you slept with?
Man: (Surprised) And that is important because?
Woman: Generally..
Man: Well if you must know I am a recycled virgin
Woman: Recycled virgin, and what is this supposed to mean?
Man: I mean, I believe virginity can be cured; you just need to understand the symptoms.
Woman: You know I can’t believe that I am even talking to you, you are so not my type
Man: And what is your type
Woman: For starters, he has to be unpretentious.
Man: Haha..I have got to know you better…I have never been so humiliated in my life..you give me a challenge, and I am loving it.
Woman: I am not your Mt. Everest Mr. I am leaving, I guess I have had enough of you
Man: Don’t go
Woman: Sorry but I need to
Man: Could you at least tell me your name, or give me your number
Woman: You’ve forgotten the deal.
Man: Ok, please grant me this: If I meet you again somewhere, some other day, you will talk to me.
Woman: Granted. Take care, and please be yourself!
Man: I will!
Woman exits..
Man (to himself): I love this girl. If only I could meet her again.!
Exeunt!
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
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