Game over, play on
England lost last night.
I hardly noticed though. No my blood has not gone blue (still red in every sense). What I hear my readers ask me is wrong with the man? Has the cup finally got to him? Duniya goal hai dude I hear you scream out (yes indeed and will someone please tell Lampard, Gerrard, Carragher, Figo, Cristiano and cos..). Why then this callous attitude? Let me give you people a peek into the events that monopolized my eve.
Day started at 10:30, what with the previous eves games. While planning for another night that was expected to be dominated by balls flying all over the field avoided a possibly tense scrabble duel and caught 40 winks through the aft. This hasn’t happened in years and you will be surprised to hear that while awake and probably while asleep as well the mind has been wandering in the direction of the petite and pretty Gauri. Musing to action (dont I keep surprising you) resulted in me calling her and reminding her that the offer to view Eng vs Portugal at Otters with the gang stands. Told me that she had been through a long day (evidently went for Fanaa and liked it) and still had to get her DVD issues settled. While I might like to believe that my charm and skill were the motivation that tilted the scales in favor of her acceding to accompany me am more inclined to believe that her spirit of adventure and willingness to expt that were equally responsible. No wonder cant get her off my mind.
I hear the pundits say "soccer game date? that too England!!!". Fellas not a truer word have you ever said. Got late fetching her (Mumbai traffic doesn’t wait for anything difinitely not soccer, maybe cricket but I doubt it). Was looking every bit a hooligan what with my unlucky England away shirt, jeans and keds, while she stepped out gorgeous enough to give an angel the blushes. By now the game had started and she graciously offered that we watch the 1st half at her place. Was not sure if I should impose my soccer avatar on her fly (yes we do loose it a bit don’t we?). Once I set my eyes on her, the soccer suddenly faded to a distant memory. To all us skeptics the experience proved that it can be done, all it needs is the right impetus. Drove to the club and would like to state found it difficult to keep my eyes on the road. Warned her about the behavioral traits of that species that I pride at calling the nearest and dearest (do I hear odds of 1:billion on me making an impression). Trust the Gods to conspire with Murphy’s laws. I guess it comes as no surprise to you folks that it was raining cats and dogs by now and the club seemed alive to the festivities, so no parking in the vicinity. Fortunately trusty umbrella was close at hand so dropped her off and went of in the quest for a spot for Bert. Yes, got in drenched. Go on, laugh your silly selves to death. Got shunted from the 2nd floor bar to the gr floor (thats where the boys were). You should have seen the look on their faces. Chets actually got up and offered his chair (a new world record), Anita and Sonu gaping with their mouths wide open. Needless to say Gauri was the catalyst to some excitement to our phenomenally boring lives. The initial shock wore of pretty quickly and the quizmaster duo (A&S for the uninitiated) started with the rapid fire round. Dont know about her, but I barely survived it. Got lost in the soccer for a bit while the others went about their merry ways. I realise at this point that while I call these people my friends they quite obviously do not have my better interests in mind and only their entertainment matters. And of course while i was immersed in the game, completely forgot that I was playing host and did not order anything. Even the bookies must have lost interest by now.
Got a spot of coffee at Mocha after the game. Collectively gorged on a vertigo and cheese cake. Tasted something that presented itself as a freshlime. Was concentrated sugar methinks. Did I mention the commute was in Chets Innova with Dip at the wheel and the 4 of us a snug fit on the rear seat. The conversation at Mocha was dominated by A's need to loose a couple of kilos and G's desire to gain some. Anita chose to enlighten us that sex was the best way to burn calories and somehow hit upon the nos 4 as the optimum daily output. All this I hasten to add was in the name of "informed conversation". Sonu of course was quick to extrapolate and suggest Chets and Dip waste no time. Dip was driving us back at that point and I have this sneaking suspicion that she wanted to evaporate.
The final nail in the coffin you must be saying. Well dropped her off, apologised for the appalling eve and promised to keep bugging her. This she seemed to take again in the right spirit (was quick to wave off my apologies and actually claimed to have had a good time).
Remains to be seen whether I unlike England live to fight another day.
I hardly noticed though. No my blood has not gone blue (still red in every sense). What I hear my readers ask me is wrong with the man? Has the cup finally got to him? Duniya goal hai dude I hear you scream out (yes indeed and will someone please tell Lampard, Gerrard, Carragher, Figo, Cristiano and cos..). Why then this callous attitude? Let me give you people a peek into the events that monopolized my eve.
Day started at 10:30, what with the previous eves games. While planning for another night that was expected to be dominated by balls flying all over the field avoided a possibly tense scrabble duel and caught 40 winks through the aft. This hasn’t happened in years and you will be surprised to hear that while awake and probably while asleep as well the mind has been wandering in the direction of the petite and pretty Gauri. Musing to action (dont I keep surprising you) resulted in me calling her and reminding her that the offer to view Eng vs Portugal at Otters with the gang stands. Told me that she had been through a long day (evidently went for Fanaa and liked it) and still had to get her DVD issues settled. While I might like to believe that my charm and skill were the motivation that tilted the scales in favor of her acceding to accompany me am more inclined to believe that her spirit of adventure and willingness to expt that were equally responsible. No wonder cant get her off my mind.
I hear the pundits say "soccer game date? that too England!!!". Fellas not a truer word have you ever said. Got late fetching her (Mumbai traffic doesn’t wait for anything difinitely not soccer, maybe cricket but I doubt it). Was looking every bit a hooligan what with my unlucky England away shirt, jeans and keds, while she stepped out gorgeous enough to give an angel the blushes. By now the game had started and she graciously offered that we watch the 1st half at her place. Was not sure if I should impose my soccer avatar on her fly (yes we do loose it a bit don’t we?). Once I set my eyes on her, the soccer suddenly faded to a distant memory. To all us skeptics the experience proved that it can be done, all it needs is the right impetus. Drove to the club and would like to state found it difficult to keep my eyes on the road. Warned her about the behavioral traits of that species that I pride at calling the nearest and dearest (do I hear odds of 1:billion on me making an impression). Trust the Gods to conspire with Murphy’s laws. I guess it comes as no surprise to you folks that it was raining cats and dogs by now and the club seemed alive to the festivities, so no parking in the vicinity. Fortunately trusty umbrella was close at hand so dropped her off and went of in the quest for a spot for Bert. Yes, got in drenched. Go on, laugh your silly selves to death. Got shunted from the 2nd floor bar to the gr floor (thats where the boys were). You should have seen the look on their faces. Chets actually got up and offered his chair (a new world record), Anita and Sonu gaping with their mouths wide open. Needless to say Gauri was the catalyst to some excitement to our phenomenally boring lives. The initial shock wore of pretty quickly and the quizmaster duo (A&S for the uninitiated) started with the rapid fire round. Dont know about her, but I barely survived it. Got lost in the soccer for a bit while the others went about their merry ways. I realise at this point that while I call these people my friends they quite obviously do not have my better interests in mind and only their entertainment matters. And of course while i was immersed in the game, completely forgot that I was playing host and did not order anything. Even the bookies must have lost interest by now.
Got a spot of coffee at Mocha after the game. Collectively gorged on a vertigo and cheese cake. Tasted something that presented itself as a freshlime. Was concentrated sugar methinks. Did I mention the commute was in Chets Innova with Dip at the wheel and the 4 of us a snug fit on the rear seat. The conversation at Mocha was dominated by A's need to loose a couple of kilos and G's desire to gain some. Anita chose to enlighten us that sex was the best way to burn calories and somehow hit upon the nos 4 as the optimum daily output. All this I hasten to add was in the name of "informed conversation". Sonu of course was quick to extrapolate and suggest Chets and Dip waste no time. Dip was driving us back at that point and I have this sneaking suspicion that she wanted to evaporate.
The final nail in the coffin you must be saying. Well dropped her off, apologised for the appalling eve and promised to keep bugging her. This she seemed to take again in the right spirit (was quick to wave off my apologies and actually claimed to have had a good time).
Remains to be seen whether I unlike England live to fight another day.
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