The elusive travelling damsels
This blog will definitely strike a raw nerve with most guys. Every guy when on travel hopes that his long arduous journey will be made much more bearable by a damsel who happens to have a seat right next to him. Statistically, from my personal experience I can say that this happens once in 24 years. Sadly, I am over 24 and this has happened to me twice which means this is not likely to happen again for a long long time. Guys while entering a train will immediately head to the reservation chart stuck outside and rather than finding their own seat numbers will do a quick search of all the maidens on the chart. This will be followed by a quick reconnaissance of the coach in case they missed a name in the chart. Of course, I have never been lucky with the trains. I mostly end up next to wailing kids or aunties/uncles who are very interested in knowing as to why I don’t work in certain large Indian companies and why I really work for the one I do.
In my 24th year, for the first time during a travel, a plane this time, an extremely pretty looking damsel ended up next to me. I did get talking to her and made considerable progress in the short flight time of 45 mins. Of course, while making this considerable progress I forgot to get her name and she mine. Actually, I think she really wasn’t interested in mine and I was too chicken to ask hers. But I did get to know her college and her favourite music in this short span of time. Sadly, this story had to come to an abrupt halt since I was to leave for another country for a long time. There was really no ROI for me in this. ROI = return on investment. Its one of those three letter acronyms often used in the finance world.
The second time this happened a few years later, the story is even more a heart wrenching one. :-) In a bus that I used to travel by often, I noticed this damsel who suddenly ended up next to me through some timely divine intervention. This time, I did make it a point to get the name and also ended up getting a substantial knowledge of classical music while doing so. After a nice 45 mins of interesting conversation, I was to see this damsel nearly one year later which I found out later to be due to a change in the bus routes. When she saw me again, she actually smiled at me and we again got talking. In this conversation about how the year had gone by, I also got an invitation to her wedding. And this previous sentence pretty much signifies the end of the blog among other things.
On another note, beware of fake lime soda sellers in the Ernakulam region of Kerela. In these parts, the lime soda is equivalent to 7-up with salt in it.