A Tale of 3 friends

This small anecdote happened when again dumbo, nandy and I met in jayanagar 4th block.

We were sitting in the geriatrics ward (as nandy calls it) as only old folks sit there and discuss life’s wild experiences ( now don’t conclude we were doing the same thing). All of a sudden nandy remarks, “KYA GUARD HAI BAAP?” (Well, I learnt later that’s what he said).

All of sudden dumbo starts rolling on the floor and laughing, I asked him what he found so funny in the remark. He says “he is admiring some security guard”. It was my turn to ask “what guard???” I thought we were trying to locate a female with a nice a**…. As I heard “KYA GAAND HAI BAAP” (well, me the pervert all the time).

It was Nandy’s turn to laugh now. He tells he was talking about front guard of a Scorpio parked which according to him looked grand.

Nandy – Kya guard hai --- of all the things in the world, a car’s front guard,

Dumbo – Kya guard hai --- security guard, is that what keeps going on his mind?

Kiran a.k.a myself – Kya guard hai….no no Kya gaand hai… u get the picture!!!

One remark – 3 totally different perceptions. Perception is a powerful thing. But, the incident still remains a classic in our minds. Thought you all should know it too.

MUFAT KA KHANA

Nandy came to my place after a long time, announcing that Shilee was back from the US. She had come down to get engaged to the love of her life. We decided to go meet her, as she was going to be busy over the next few days. We called her and she told us that she would be at home for a party and asked if we wanted to join ? I said yes. Our policy in life, “HUM MUFT KA KHANA KHANE, KAHIN BHI PAHUNCH JAYENGE” . But, we were to call her again before we started (point to be noted)

Dumbo (we named him aptly) was at office when we asked him to join us to this party. Unwilling as he always is, he finally caved into our demands. We were to pick him from office and head to Shilee’s home.

Nandy and I picked up Dumbo and landed at Shilee’s house. Well not exactly, as Nandy thought we were at her apartment. We grandly strode on our motorcycles into the building and parked our vehicles, only to realize that we were in the wrong place. Realizing our folly, we chose to leave our bikes there only as we did not want to park on the road(Bangalore is not quite renowned for security nowadays !!! also, where do get such a thing as free parking :D )

We walked all the way to Shilee’s apartment building and entered it. The security guard stopped us to enquire.

Nandy the stud, says “mujhe pata hai ghar kahan hai”.

2 points to be noted:

1. He did not even know the apartment building, and he knew the Shilee’s apartment ???
2. He thinks the security guard is “MAY I HELP YOU” at the railway station who tells platform number your train is going to arrive at ??

After clearing the confusion, and having some good laughs, we landed at her doorstep. He took us to the right house. No noise from inside. All seems quiet. I was wondering what sort of a party is going on ??

We were greeted at the door by Shilee’s brother, who was quite surprised about our showing up. Nevertheless, he asked to come in. He told us that Shilee was out, and would be back in half hour. No sign of any party. My stomach was grumbling. No mufat ka khana ??

We told her brother that we were going out for a fag, and would come back after the party started. We came out and wondered about the party. Was it a late night party ? In that case, we were the first to come to the party. Nandy and I thought we will have a small snack before the party. So off we went to have some Masala Puri on the roadside shop. We devoured it with great relish and quickly wanted another one. I was of the opinion that we should eat less, else we can’t eat at the party. Nandy called up Shilee, who told she was at the jewellery shop at MG. my heart said lets have some Bhel Puri, but Nandy tells lets wait for her. We shall have Pani Puri instead. Unwillingly, I had the same thing, my mind on the foods I was going to have late that evening. Little did I know what god had in store for me. And of course for Nandy and Dumbo.

We spent some more time roaming around, got bored, and sat at a bus stop (of all the places). Then Nandy comes up with a plan of walking up to the next road abundant with florists. He thought of getting a bouquet for Shilee at the party. I was in no mood to get flowers now. He tells me, there would be many chics at the florist buying flowers for I don’t know what. What the %#@$%@.

As expected, we went to the florist, didn’t buy flowers, and didn’t see any chics. But thought, there was something fishy about the “PICK UP CENTER” board on that road. We had come in search of chics hadn’t we ?? Don’t get excited, it was a courier agency pick up point.

Cutting the long story short, by now, this whole evening was a disaster. Shilee had still not turned up at her place. We were still the first ones at her house once again. Now, we realized that we were the only folks who were at the party place. But, then we some lighting and chairs at one end of the apartment. We went there to find the party was indeed. But again, the party was not Shilee’s. It was the apartment building residents’ association gathering. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

I wanted to kill Nandy. But still, we had a nice time. We spoke to Shilee who still busy and told us it was all Nandy’s fault for not calling her before starting. Abusing the poor bloke, we headed to another friend’s house to have a meal. But, as luck would have it. No food again.

Moral of the Story :- there is no such thing in the world as “MUFAT KA KHANA”.