Showing posts with label handmadeselling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label handmadeselling. Show all posts

Friday, December 30, 2011

Tongue sets fire hotter than the spicy food

The contest is of describing a event when sharp mind and fiery tongue has got me out of a sticky situation. Well, many such events have happened in my life. In fact so many that I have lost count. Though one happened a few months back, I can submit that one here.

So, once so happened that a young bratty business development head of a company called me up after seeing my facebook page and my www.handmadeselling.com website. After speaking with him for 5 minutes on the phone, I could make out that more than representing the business, he was more interested in representing himself to me. He told me all about his ventures in U.K, his frequent miles, his shopping spree from various countries that he has visited and what not. But since I cannot be  curt and rude on the phone to anyone who sounds like a future prospect, so I was basically replying "Oh great..that's really nice" to all his blabber.

Things went that way, he would end up calling once or twice every week, and after a minute of business talk, all the motive of discussion would divert towards my pictures on facebook, my dressing sense and all such flirtatious talks. Finally after a month of these phone calls, he finally bought the subscription on my site to showcase his company's products. And from then I had to be more patient with him on the phone. Since he stayed in the adjoining city to mine, he many a times invited me over. Sometime the invitation would be for the La Tomatina festival; or some rave party kind of get together. To all such invitations I at times declined by saying that our country does not deserve to have such food spoiling festivities or I am averse to smoke and drinking. May be because of my such utter declines, he finally called up one evening and surprised me by revealing to me that he was in my city and had come for some work, and would be grateful if I could meet him.

That was indeed a sticky situation in which I was about to get stuck. I finally thought of my Plan B, that mostly works on all guys who try hitting on me. This one is a little polite to the Plan A. ** lol
I told him that would be wonderful and would be lovely to spend an evening with him and that too in my city. He really must have been surprised and happy, little he would have known then what lied few hours ahead. lol

I had told him to pick me up from my house only and from there we could plan something for the evening. He came bang on time and was all in his chivalrous best. He complimented me on my looks, and also told me that I look much younger and more beautiful than my pictures on facebook; he also said that he appreciates my dressing sense and my accessories like the earrings that I was wearing that day, and also the perfume that I was wearing. My goodness, that was too much for a first meeting together, and that too when he was aware of the fact that I was married. Anyways, he then asked me if we can have coffee somewhere, I excitedly told him that why coffee, we will have dinner together. He smiled and instantly agreed, but found it quite early for dinner, as it was just 7 pm that time. I told him that we could have some snacks in that case. So, I took him to my favourite joint in the city and started ordering food. The moment I ordered a tandoori chicken, I saw him seeing me in amazement, I probably thought that he was surprised on my choice of a heavy starter. He definitely was surprised on that, but he was more surprised to know that a Brahmin girl eats non-veg. Realising that he was a vegetarian, I ordered mutton biryani. He was feeling little uncomfortable, and came up with his own analysis, "OK, so since you got married to a Sardi, so you started having non-veg". To which I promptly replied, "Oh..no no, after meeting him I have actually cut down on my non-veg, I used to eat beef and pork too, but since he does not approve, so I have given up on those food stuff. By the way I have also eaten blue bull, wild hare, partridges, doves, pickled snails and a fried caterpillar too." He had garlic cheese bread in his mouth, and  with his expressions I could make out that he was about to throw up...hehhehee

I heartily finished my tandoori chicken, mutton rogan josh and an entire jumbo sized glass of buttermilk. Till that time, the dude had only finished his garlic bread. He then admitted that he rarely eats ginger and hardly visits a food joint that is non-vegetarian. I asked him how did he manage staying abroad all this while. He told me that he always lived with relatives who prepared home food for him and now his wife cooks for him.

I apologized to him for not being a good host and bringing him to a pure non-veg joint, when I could have taken him to some Shreenath Juice centre. He said he was fine. And then the time came to pay the bill, well technically I should have paid for 3 reasons, firstly he was a client to me; secondly he was a  guest in my city and thirdly his contribution was hardly 1/3rd to the entire food bill. But since I am a wicked woman, I gave him the pleasure of paying. And then came the last shocker for him, the bill came to some one grand, which obviously seemed a little too much. Well, since I knew the owners well, I had asked them to inflate the bill by including some future bill also in that.


Till today I end up laughing on that poor dude whenever someone orders for that dude's products showcased on my site. And what happened after that ?? After the dinner, I asked him if he would accompany me and my friends for a movie that night. He refused to my second invitation and never contacted me after that. In fact I have called and messaged him after our first NON-VEG meet, but he has never returned my calls or messages......HAHAHA...

PLAN A in some other blog
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Thursday, December 29, 2011

real funny events from my life - IV

Considering the amount of mails I am getting for the posts that are titled with this series, I think I should go on and on. Thanks people for reading and appreciating my posts. It gives me all the more happiness to know that sharing my life events gives happiness to so many other beings.

OK, so this one happened like 6 months back. I was happily at home doing my usual enjoyment stuff of listening to music, eating, facebooking and basically doing nothing much. At around 4 pm something, a very good friend of mine started chatting with me on facebook, and he told me that he was about to meet my husband at his office for some work. So, I told him if that is the case, I can also come over to my husband's office and we all could meet up. Now this friend is a journalist, and we both became friends since he covered me and my business story in the Economic Times. Since he is a good friend, he knows me well, and he knows my eating, (read hogging) habits well too. So, he asked me if he could bring something to eat from his office canteen. I told him he could get whatever he considers good from his canteen. To which he replied "mai kabab......" . I just read those 2 words, and I immediately desperately deliberately switched off my notebook and ran to get into an auto in order to reach my husband's office quick to have hot hot fresh kebabs.

I reached my husband's office in flat 17 minutes, and was feeling lucky that my journalist friend had not yet arrived with the kebabs. I was joyous, and after about 10 minutes, Yashpal arrived with my kebab's, well I thought so. But after opening the packet I realised they were not kebabs, but POHA !!!!!!!

I immediately shouted at Yashpal that how dare he could scorn my emotions like this. How could he get poha when he told me that he would get kebabs....To which he replied, that he never said he would get kebabs. I argued that he did mention kebabs in his chat, and asked him to check is chat history on facebook. And then, we both checked our chat history, and the message that we both saw made all 3 (my husband also) of us burst into laughter.

Me: "hey, what will you get for me to eat"
Yashpal: "anything, magar mai kebab me haddi nahi banna chahta, tum dono ke bich me, I will get poha if you like...."

HHAAAAHHHAA


PS: I am with Yashpal again right now, enjoying smooth as silk coffee at our favourite lari.
And I could not find the link to the article, so uploading a jpeg...













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