I have always cracked jokes on people. I did not know that someday it would come back to me. So when it did, it was a nice reality check and I thought that it deserves sharing for its literary value!!!For what seemed to be a very benevolent dinner to me, to my horror, someone turned it into an embarrsaing story. Read this piece from Mitesh(pictured here!!), one of the attendant at that July dinner in Bangalore:
"I would like to narrate a story that I believe will tickle quite a few bones and probably crackle a few too . The story is about our man KG.
As most of you probably know, KG recently completed his Amrikan MBA and has landed a job with a French consulting group in LA ala " Hollywood". While he is all excited to get back into the corporate world grind, the fact that gives him utmost satisfaction is the proximity of his house to that of Baywatch babe Pam Anderson's. In his own words "mere ghar ki hawa mein Pamela Anderson ki khushbu aati hai" . I guess, the wind does a good job in carrying the aroma 50 miles East. However, if the wind does an equally good job in carrying aromas 50 miles West, then I can assure you that Pam Anderson's days in her current house are numbered. Lord save her!
The reason I know so much about KG's recent life, and esp, about Pam's 'khushbhu' is because the man decided to grace us Bengaluruians (I am not sure if that is the correct word, but what the hell) with his presence very recently. He is probably getting packed to leave Bengaluru as I pen this story (if not, I am in trouble). So, KG was in town, for not a day or two, but the whole damn week. Yes, imagine the toll it took on us!
Anyway, coming straight to the point, while our 'normal' and 'unexciting' lives were disrupted by KG's arrival, at the same time, we decided to make the most of his visit. After all, it is not very often that you get entertainers of his quality in your town. The thought that his stay included a 'Friday' and a 'Friday evening' and a 'Friday evening dinner' sparked some imaginations. For those of you who haven't had the fortune to watch Bheja Fry yet, I apologize for the fact that you will miss the connection from here on....but I would highly recommend to watch the movie, lest you become a 'Friday dinner talent' for someone.
So our stage was set on this last Friday, at Chandu's place. Chandu made a very casual courtesy dinner invite to KG which he promptly accepted ...muahahaha!
The ball was set rolling from there on....enough guests were invited to the dinner party with an assurance for top class entertainment. I co-ordinated my commute to Chandu's place along with KG to ensure that the "talent" did not disappear or lose his way. Bang on time, at 9pm, we reached the venue. A 10 minute ahead warning to Chandu ensured that the remaining guests followed us immediately. As the party got rolling and introductions were made, KG was made to move to the centre-most seat on the pretext of facilitating interactions between newly met guests. While, it took a couple of initiations to get KG started, there was no looking back once he got into the middle of his stories. One after another, he kept telling us his deepest secrets and those of his 'friends'....how a Comp. Sc. junior had become a hustler in Seattle, how another Comp Sc. junior had lost 30kgs in last 12 months, how Juneja cheered for his lost squash battles at Stan, how he physically assaulted MB in his last visit to New Jersey, how his married friends had turned their backs on him, how Ashish Bhatia reacted on finding Bhokal to be the interviewer in his Goldman Sachs interview, and ofcourse everything about his new neighbour, Pam..... the stories never stopped, and our "talent" only kept falling deeper in the trap. The entertainment was much more than we could have asked for....it was amazing how KG connected to such a diverse audience of guys and gals and babies. Yes, Chandu and his wife, Ruchi were amazed to see their 15-month old lovely daugther, Tanya, laughing as KG kept going and on and on and on. At a point, KG got so engrossed in his stories that Chandu tried dropping hints to save some embarassment. I was told that I had been silent most evening and was asked to say something (in a bid to stop exploiting the "talent" further)...but KG was on such a high that stopping him was impossible! We even started talking about Bheja Fry and exchanged DVDs of the movie hoping that our man would get the hint and immediately get organized to save his (remaining) face amongst the five other strangers....but I guess, we were in for a lot more entertainment that night.
Finally, at midnight we decided to call it a day and headed home. That entire night I kept feeling bad for KG and wondered if we should have done that to him. However, the ill-feelings existed for only a day till I saw KG making two young lads from Kumaon his 'talent' at Bhokal's house. The radiance on his face as he excruciated the two second-yearites immediately evaporated any reminiscent guilt feelings that I had from the Friday dinner. I immediately decided to pen this story and make the 'talent' public....while I must say I was a sheep not daring to write about this while KG was still in town, I will certainly miss watching the look on his face as the reality finally descends on him . For now, I am off to the prayer room for the timely departure of his Air Deccan flight to the Pink City, so that by the time he reads this message, he is all snuggled up ...far away from the town once called 'Bangalore'!
