CCD(Cafe Coffee Day) is definitely not my usual place to hang out because:
- You need to order something to be eligible to occupy a seat.
- You can’t even just sit for a glass of water because you need to pay for that as well.
Still this Friday I was there waiting for a friend whom I had not met for a couple of years. I had ordered the cheapest coffee worth Rs. 22 and was waiting.
That’s when my eyes drifted towards this really beautiful girl sitting in the corner with her friends. And her eyes met mine and they locked for a moment more than what might have been considered coincidental. She obviously broke out of that ‘eye-lock’ first and started talking in an over-excited tone with her friends.
Dude, that’s just an arbitrary event. Nothing to make a meaning out of. Maurya, hurry up or God knows what I might end up thinking? Again as my eyes started to explore the geography of the cafe I don’t know why they got stuck with this girl. This time around I noticed that she was not that fair but she was very gorgeous. I decided this time to purposely avoid looking that side. Who knows if she has noticed me watching, what she might have thought? It was already 6 o. clock. How long did I have to wait in this place like this? I did not even have a uber-cool phone to kill boredom nor the patience to wait longer.
Okay if Maurya does not come in the next five minutes I leave.
Well Maurya did not come. So guess I had to leave. I paid the bill and decided to leave. I guess it would be of no harm to have another look at that girl before leaving. So near the door, I turned around(stylishly I thought) and my eyes browsed the corner for that angel. Hey where’s the girl?
I really wanted to look at her one time more before leaving. But guess fate had decided against it.
Just as I went out, I saw her. She was talking with someone on the phone. As soon as she saw me, she cut short her conversation.
She came up to me and asked ,”You leaving so early. Care for a cup of coffee together.”
That left me speechless.
I managed to mumble a yes before opening the door for her.
As I followed her back to the seat I had previously occupied I tried to get in ‘form’. Now ‘form’ for a guy/girl caught in a situation like this is the ability to impress that you are smart and that at one shot. In fact let’s have a score-board for both me and her and let’s see who has got the ‘form’.
5 bonus points to her for being so beautiful.
So what should I do first then?I went ahead and drew the chair out for her and then came over and took the seat in front.That would be like 5 points for gentleman behaviour.
I asked,”So what’s your name?”
She said,” Shruti. And yours?”
Shruti. Hmmm…. Nice name then.
“It’s Debi,”I said.
“Isn’t that a little girlish? I don’t mean to hurt but…”
5 marks cut. Now thats rude on her part.
“Actually thats short for Debidatta as it’s a tongue twister for some people.”
“You are the same guy. ICSE topper-types na. Yeah, you definitely have this padhakhu(studious) aura now that I am beginning to notice.”
Hey how can you do this? At least give me a chance. You can’t cut me out just because I did well in my tenth. That’s injustice to me and the other geeks in this world.
“Well you don’t know me yet do you. I guess you can judge all that later…,” and I thought for a while and added ,” when we know each other better.”
She smiled and that took me off. I was getting a great feeling apart from 5 points for such a timely statement that drew such a beautiful smile from her. Yeah let’s give her 5 points as well for the smile.
“Nothing much actually. I simply hate studies and love almost everything else that is supposed to take me away from them. As such I am a Commerce student. So you know….,” and I guess she would have told something else if this waiter would not have appeared.”One latte. And what do you want?” I asked her.”I would have a Submarine. And please order at that table in the corner. Thank You.”Hey, what’s a submarine? It sounded huge.
“So where were we then? So what do you do apart from studying, studying and just studying,” she said.
“Well that’s an accusation which I face from lots of people. I enjoy whatever I do, nevertheless.”
“Hey, that’s the issue. You do only one thing-studying.”
5 points to her. What shall I attack next with?
“Well don’t you think that makes it all the more difficult to enjoy it. Still I do.”
Thats nice. At least it kept me alive in competition. 3 points for quick response then to me.
My brain carried out a quick operation.
Results: No results in Debi’s Vocabulary
Nearest results: Kutta,Kuttia.
Bad vocabs, Debi. Minus 5 for that then.
“So what’s a Kutian?” I ventured to ask.
“Guys on Orkut are called Kutians. But guess I need to introduce you…”
“No I do have an account there but I wasn’t aware of this little nomenclature.”
“Nomen–what? I just know Nauman from Roadies. But you toh ….”
Minus two for her as well.
“Hey, I watch Roadies. And I know Nauman. This is nomenclature- science of naming and classifying things.Leave so you had noticed me looking at you.”
“Well, frankly my whole group had. I don’t know why I sort of — you know—- kind of liked it.”
I did not ask what ‘it’ was and why she liked it. What matters is that she liked ‘it’. Good we were finally coming to the point.
“Well you are so beautiful that I just kept looking.”
And after this for the first time did she look at me directly eye to eye. Just as I was getting myself ready to drown in the depth of her lovely eyes she broke connection. Guys this is bad now. Just imagine you are going to dive in this pool and you have made your jump and someone has drained the water.
Actually her friends had started to leave, so she even had to hurry up.
“So you have to go then, I guess,” I said “What about the submarine?”
I really wanted to see one without ordering.
“That was for my friend. Got to go now,” she said and scribbled something on the napkin and left.
I wanted her to turn once before going but she was too busy giggling with her friends.
On the napkin she had written her phone number!
What an idiot I was ? I had not even asked for her phone number!
She deserved lots of points for that.
“You are just pissed off because you came late or else all this might have never happened. It happened dude.I can’t tell …”
“Call her then. Call now,” he said.
“I can’t just call her. I have to prepare myself for that. You know rehearse and get into ‘form’.Or for a change. Let’s just be myself this time. No rehearsal. Whatsay Maurya?”
“Just call. Why do you think so much?”
“Hey, it’s ringing,” I said.
“Wow. What were you expecting? You would call and the phone would turn into Shruti. It’s ringing. What’s the world coming to?”
I said,”Hello, Shruti?”
Shruti from the other side,” Yeah and you are?”
“Debi. We met today.”
“Yeah. Debi I have to tel you something,” she said.
I love you obviously.
“Well, my friends had challenged me to spend 10 minutes with a stranger in CCD. So you seemed to have wanted to talk. That’s why I had come to your table. Don’t feel bad. I am really sorry if I have hurt you. But I had hundred bucks at stake. Hey, are you there? Debi…”
I hung up. Shocking. Mind-numbing.I felt a vacuum in my chest and this very odd feeling of desperation.
“Maurya I am going to sleep.” He did not stop me or ask me anything.
When I woke up the next day I got this sms on my phone:
sry for ystrday. but truly u r nice lets meet. today 4pm CCD.
This girl always leaves me speechless, always.
So I am going now to meet her. Pray for me brother.