I am not going to host this guy", I spoke with anger.
"But Bhai ji! I have already made a commitment and you
have to save me this time", he spoke in his child like
Remember what you did at pawar's house. Once you start drinking.
You are not in your senses". I continued "Not my
fault, it was because of that Mano who wanted me to taste
a new cocktail!" he protested.
I was livid with anger. "But why only me, even Mr.Raturi
was enjoying his drinks" he clarified "What about
those kids! All were shouting uncle do not spoil our party".
, I continued. "OK! I agree but please help me this time";
he smiled as usual.
I had no option because
Anoop was not only related to me but was like my younger sibling.
But I hate this so-called
Santosh Gairolla.I remember, how this person called me nothing less
than a monkey in his mails. This person was the only one who was
damn too serious and presented views in an articulate manner.
I had no option but
to host this person who I feel was afflicted with male ego. Oh god!
Why did you do this to me? Things that do not interest me will spoil
this pleasant day. I thought might be I would be saved in last hour.
Dreading for the worst, I reached my home.
I saw no vehicle so was assured that I had a valid reason to opt
out of mule's work I was rehearsing.
But I heard
Ma talking in her talkative manner with some one. " Its
male ego! .I do not know why he keeps on creating problem
for others". I became agitated. What is this! Why every
body takes me for granted. I wanted to give a fitting reply
to these guys. As I entered in, I saw a beautiful lady conversing
were you? Anoop sent her. And what a girl. She not only helped
me in kitchen but also happens to a good-natured person. I
told her not to go anywhere. Do take care of this beautiful
I am Santosh Gairolla.I"; she spoke in her sweet voice.
"My car broke
down so reached so late". Her beautiful eyes were on me. I
was soon captivated by her influence .All that anger vanished like
a bubble "Anoop why do not you send such guests often!"
I thanked him profusely. I thanked god for making my day.
Contributing Story Teller
Dimri, MA(Mass Comm.) is a journalist. He firmly believes that he
is a medium of many unknown and unseen sagas. and for him, nothing
could be presented than stories.