Fucking Brijesh.

Dee. "I'll have a Caramelized Honey Latte. Iced. Tall. No, sorry, please make that Grande. Non fat milk. Please add whipped cream? Thank you!" I smiled at the guy helping me at the Starbucks counter. Of course I knew my drinks. Non fat milk means that I could manage the whipped cream and God knows I've earned it. And I hope he gets the sign that I changed from Tall to Grande - I think this date will go long enough for me to finish my Grande. As I smile at him, I run my eyes over him, hoping to see him adore my cutesy quirks about my Starbucks drink and I'm not disappointed. Ha! He definitely looks impressed. His eyes have gone wide in admiration. He certainly looks okay, a little bit scruffy, but well, what man is well turned out without some admonishing from a woman? I could work with this. I think his glasses are cute, trendy, and he certainly doesn't look wiry or thin based on what I can see from his plain grey tee, and an open, checked shirt over it. I really can't figure out if there is some lean muscle under there, the shirt is way too baggy. Those shoes certainly look like they come from an exclusive store, I don't think they make Converse sneakers that way, it looks very one of a kind. "Could I have a Caramel Macchiato please?" "Size sir?" "Small." "We don't have a small, sir. We have a Tall, Grande and Venti" "Wow. Okay. Is small...Tall? Oh wow. Please just give me your smallest size?" "Sure sir. Any personalisations?" "No, God no, thank you very much." "Your name, sir?" "Suraj" "You can use my Starbucks card, Suraj!" "Hey, no! This is on me" He has a really cute, shy smile with a dimple on his left cheek.

We walk up to find a place and all the nice comfy couches are taken so we just sit on the shared table that is dead centre of the place. We're the only ones on it, though. I liked this particular Starbucks, it was bang in the middle of the city and walking distance from at least four or five of the nicest, fun places to grab a drink if a date goes really well, and the place itself has a nice urban vibe to it. It opens out into a lovely terrace area that usually has a very well turned out crowd because of it's closeness to all the pubs. Not today though, there is an arty type crowd sitting there raucously laughing. God! Can someone teach them how to dress better? But I like the nice hum of the AC and jazz music inside, so I settle down comfortably and smile. "So" he said, "Blind dates, huh?" "Yes! So far so good though. So how do you know Brijesh again?" I ask. "Well, same college, but we weren't exactly close. But I just took up a new job and we are on the same team and pretty much hang out all the time, it's a really small team. And it helps having someone you know in such a large organisation, you know? So you don't feel like you're drowning in a sea of people! And what about you? All he told me was you guys go back a long way." "Oh yes we do! Our families have actually known each other a long time and we were next door neighbours until Dad decided he had to move closer to the heart of the city. We still see each other's families quite frequently, our folks are always planning one shindig or another. And I'm not complaining mind you, it's great the area we live in. And because they are always tearing down some place or the other and a new pub comes up, it's like..perfect! I am never bored!" "Haha. Okay. Soooo what do you do for fun?" "Well I have a really tight set of friends, you know? So most evenings after work, we just like checking out new places and I like that this city is getting edgier and more urbanised and sophisticated, and the food scene is getting better too. I like exploring new cuisines, and there's a new Lebanese restaurant that's on our list. Oh and I do Pilates most weekdays, it's a lot of fun. And I'm trying this new place next week that is offering Hot Yoga - you know, not that I need it, but sounds interesting!" I smile at him again. He certainly looks impressed. He is lapping it all up. "So what do you do for fun?" I ask him. He might just be nice enough to introduce to the gang, maybe we can even go to some places he is a regular at. Mona isn't the only one who can turn up with a hot new thing in her arms every week. Besides, this guy doesn't seem run of mill and it'll be a nice novelty for the group. "...so yeah, we kind of try to make it a point to meet there every other week. The food is nice and we can sit there as long as we want to and talk!" "Sorry, where is this again?" "Chai Patty? In Indranagar. Small cosy place and you have mattresses on the floor and hot bajjis when it's raining. I mean it's not on the menu, but because we've been meeting there for over two years now, they are nice enough to make it for us! We're loud and we argue. We actually have a guy who will only write leftist propaganda and right-wing-hate-poetry and get this - he insists on rhyming - very hard to believe that he actually makes it funny, especially because rhyming in poetry, you know?" And. He. Is. Laughing. Actually, laughing. Am I missing something? Oh dear God. But well, it'll still be quite different for the group, we're all tired of Mona's men - same old newly monied finance guys. This one will definitely make Siddarth and Adithya sit up. It's going to be a hard sell, this Chai Patty business, to be honest I am getting worried it may be a bit tacky. Maybe this whole poetry business will wrap it all up nicely with this whole angsty young man thing he has going on. That dimple is cute enough to make an effort. I smile at him again. "So you manage pilates and stuff with work?" he asks. "That's pretty cool! I'm kind of struggling to manage a regular time to go running with this new place." "Oh yes! Health is super important, you know? It's worth spending money on. So yeah, I make time for it. Work can get super hectic but it's all about balance!" "In the Force? Balance in the Force!" Okay what does that mean and why is he laughing? Alright, this needs to stop. And he looks a little stumped too. "Ummm so what do you do at work?" he asks. Finally. "Well we curate experiences for people. It's a very niche space. Say for example you have someone visiting you from abroad and say they are interested in the whole slum scene, or folk arts scene? You kind of just let us know and we curate these experiences for them in a way that lets them see the essence of it without really getting your hands dirty, you know? Because we take care of it for you? So yeah, tours, events, etc based on the experience you want! It's a lot of work but also fun! Of course, I'm not the one visiting slums and stuff, we've interns for all that. But it's quite fulfilling, knowing that you're making a difference. Because you know, sometimes the tourists actually make some donations on the tour as they go, it makes such a difference to these people's lives. It's in dollars and euros - life changing for the poor! And I'm helping make that happen, so very fulfilling" Well, he definitely looks impressed. He's gaping at me! "And what about you?" "Well, right now I'm a scrum master at this place, and most people around me kind of hate me for it because they feel like I'm not experienced enough to be one? So yeah, most days it's really tiring and your brain kind of turns to mush and there isn't any space left for any creativity! But you know, it's a stop gap thing. Just making money until a friend and I can do something on our own." Well that's an impressive entrepreneurial spirit, suck it Mona! "That's exciting! So what are you guys planning on starting?" "Well we want to open our own space for creative expression! And yeah it's going to be a struggle, money wise, but we really want people to be able to think and express themselves freely! Poetry slams, spoken word poetry, art exhibitions, anything that lets people be expressive! So we want to make just enough money to run the place, and don't really want a money-making machine! We feel like that will really take away the openness and creativity from a place and limit us on what we want to do." Oh. My. God. I should have stuck with a Tall. Half this yummy drink is now going to go down the drain. Your own business that doesn't make money? I cannot believe all that cuteness is wasted on this guy.

Should I wait a bit more and try and make polite conversation? What do I even talk to him about? He’s just sitting there fiddling with his shoelaces for God’s sake. Maybe I should ask him a little bit more about his work? But what kind of a deal is this scrub master anyway? What are they scrubbing and what for? Honestly though, I don’t care two hoots about all this techie stuff. It all goes above my head. And he doesn’t seem like he is the kind who gets out and has fun in general. So bottomline - I may have to listen to scrubbing-talk and poetry-talk. Fucking Brijesh! What has he gotten me into? My mouth hurts from smiling.

If I break this suckfest up now I should be able to fit in a mani-pedi. I totally deserve one after this crap show. And no friggin way is he going to come anywhere close to my gang. Fucking Brijesh.

Alright. Action time.

"Hey you know, I just realised I have a lot of pending work to get to. Do you mind if we cut this a bit short and catch up another time? Say hi to Brijesh from me when you see him!" Oh and I can't wait to get out of here and give him a piece of my mind!

But oh my god, look at him sighing. Poor thing. Rejection doesn't seem to sit well with him.

I am hitching my bag up and I can see him waving at me with such a sad longing smile. Fucking Brijesh. ________________________________________________________________

Suraj Fucking Brijesh. I get that I owe the guy and he's looking out for me but how did he think this was going to work? I'm still shocked. She's dressed in a, what do they call it? Crock top? Anyway, it's that midriff baring thing. She's waif thin and in heels and all I can think of is that she is going to get blown away with a strong gust of wind, her ramrod straight hair with blingy sunglasses on top with it. "I'll have a Caramelized Honey Latte. Iced. Tall. No, sorry, please make that Grande. Non fat milk. Please add whipped cream? Thank you!" Good Lord! Was that an order or a war plan? I am still imagining her flying in a gust of wind and smile, and thankfully she just smiles back. And now time for this agonizing charade. "Could I have a Caramel Macchiato please?" "Size sir?" "Small." "We don't have a small, sir. We have a Tall, Grande and Venti" "Wow. Okay. Is small...Tall? Oh wow. Please just give me your smallest size?" What the fuck is wrong with these people? Tall is tall. Grande means big and doesn't venti mean twenty? What the fuck is wrong with calling small small? "Sure sir. Any personalisations?" "No, God no, thank you very much." Yes, because I cannot bark marching orders like this one here. Dee. Sigh. I don't even know her full name and I'm scared to ask. "Your name, sir?" "Suraj" I'm glad she picked a common table. I don't want to be too close to those heels, they can impale someone. And it's got a nice view too of...okay. Kill me now. That's Avantika. My Avantika with her streaked red hair. On the terrace. Avantika who I really want to ask for a cuppa and haven't got up the guts to. Avantika who looks like she's having fun. God she looks beautiful when she laughs, her hair is glinting in the sun. And instead I get to stare at big blingy sunglasses. Sigh. "So" I say, "Blind dates, huh?" Lame, but a guy's gotta start somewhere. "Yes! So far so good though. So how do you know Brijesh again?" she asks. I ramble a little and I know I'm not making much sense but I can see Avantika hitting this other guy with a book on the head and that could have been me but no, here I am. Fucking Brijesh man. ".... because they are always tearing down some place or the other and a new pub comes up, it's like..perfect! I am never bored!" Fuck. I have no idea what she just said. Do I laugh? Not laugh? Shit man just ask her something! Anything! "Haha. Okay. Soooo what do you do for fun?" Oh man! Just look at Avantika. She's laughing again and her hair is dancing with the wind in the open terrace. I mean, it isn't even that she is so unconventionally beautiful. I met her at Chai Patty, Naveen brought her along and the woman writes hard hitting stuff. Such a cherubic angelic face and when she writes - wham! ".....oh and I do Pilates most weekdays, it's a lot of fun. And I'm trying this new place next week that is offering Hot Yoga - you know, not that I need it, but sounds interesting!" Focus man. Focus. "So what do you do for fun?" she’s asking.

So I tell her about Chaipatty because immediate recall, we just met yesterday. Naveen went on rambling as usual and we were getting the standard dirty looks from the rest of the people at him loudly thrashing certain politicians and Avantika sat there riling him up just for the heck of it, looking so innocent the whole time. I laugh despite myself and shit. Dee is looking at me so strangely! "Sorry, where is this again?" she’s asking.

So I tell her about Chaipatty. Did I not mention it to her already? Okay, what next? My brain is scrambling to ask her something. She said Pilates didn't she? "So you manage pilates and stuff with work? That's pretty cool! I'm kind of struggling to manage a regular time to go running with this new place." Stop rambling you idiot. "Oh yes! Health is super important, you know? It's worth spending money on. So yeah, I make time for it. Work can get super hectic but it's all about balance!" "In the Force? Balance in the Force!" I'm staring at my sneakers. Avantika drew on them and voila, my plain Converse high tops now had Luke with Yoda on his back and a light saber and the detail on the drawing - Mind.Blowing. I should just man up and ask her out already. She looks baffled. Brijesh is going to kill me. Alright. I can do this. "Ummm so what do you do at work?" I ask. "Well we curate experiences for people. It's a very niche space. Say for example you have someone visiting you from abroad and say they are interested in the whole slum scene, or folk arts scene? You kind of just let us know and we curate these experiences for them in a way that lets them see the essence of it without really getting your hands dirty, you know?”

This is getting worse. If I dash out of here, would she even notice? She seems so smug and happy. I wish I was the Flash. Sigh.

“.... It's in dollars and euros - life changing for the poor! And I'm helping make that happen, so very fulfilling" Is she serious? Is she for real? I look at her again. Straight hair like it came out of a doll factory, not even the strongest gust of wind was going to get one strand out of line, and with sunglasses perched on top. That crock top thing with some glittery stuff on it. And look man, I'm a nice guy so I'm not judging anything or lack of, waist up, yeah? And really long heels that can cause you some serious pain if you get on her wrong side. And she looks so proud of herself. Maybe I should introduce her to Savi so they can talk about her experience working with The Missionaries of Charity. You know. I like to watch the world burn as much as the next man. "And what about you?" So I tell her I’m a scrum master, no mean feat, considering my age. And yeah that so-called fancy degree helped get me there. But I realise that to her, I cannot explain how soul sucking it is to tell a bunch of people in their late thirties how to do their job and just how much they really resent me for it. And how shoed in I really am in those damned claustrophobic cubicles. And that the only nice part of my day is when Avantika sends me her writing and I get to just stare at her name on my screen for a bit. But I do tell her it is stop gap until Naveen can suck it up and we can get going on our own. "That's exciting! So what are you guys planning on starting?" Despite myself, I tell her exactly what Naveen and I want to do! I launch myself and zealously explain our philosophy and what we hope to achieve. I'm rambling on and Avantika is in my direct line of vision and I can almost hear her throaty laugh. I just want to walk out of here and talk to her. I’m staring at her and for a second I feel like I have electricity coursing through my body. She’s caught my eye and she’s smiling at me. And here I am, sitting with Dee. Dee what? I don’t know. And Dee can’t be her full first name can it? And what do I ask her next? This is utterly pointless! Fucking Brijesh! "Hey you know, I just realised I have a lot of pending work to get to. Do you mind if we cut this a bit short and catch up another time? Say hi to Brijesh from me when you see him!" And before I can register her words she's picking up a giant glittery bag I can fit my dog in and is waltzing out clicking her heels and I am sure I looked like a gaping idiot the whole time. Did that just happen? I cannot believe my luck and I don't even have time to worry about Brijesh and how dead he is because Avantika is walking up to me with her hair bouncing and a big beaming smile on her face. "Hey man! Fancy dates with fancy girls huh?" "Well that wasn't exactly a date! Hey guess what?" and I show her my shoes. "You wore it dude! Do you like it?" Is she for real? "Avantika. I don't just like it, I absolutely love it!" Oh there’s that laugh! It’s now or never. Come on man. Suck it up and do it. Just look at her. "Hey, listen. Would you like to maybe, you know, go out with me sometime?" I cannot decipher her expression. Great man, Suraj. Two massive disasters within the hour. And you blew your chance with this amazing girl in one, fell swoop. "You know....." Sigh. Yeah. I am doomed. "I don't just spend seven hours drawing on a pair of sneakers for just anybody. Took you long enough, yeah?" and she settles into the chair next to mine.