Walk into Indian Express.
Me=red and blue and stole.
Sneha=blue on blue (pretty forgettable)
Manasi=green and blue (pretty cute, owing to b'day factor)
Where's Debashree Chatterjee?
Straight down and right.
Where's Debashree Chatterjee?
Just down there to the left.
Excuse me is any of you Debashree Chatterjee?
Um...no. Its Debanjana Choudhary, not Debashree Chatterjee.
Um. Oh. Sorry.
Phal: Manasi, What name was it?
Manasi: Uh I think it was Debashree...that's what I thought she said.
Sneha: Um, sorry. Ya, she spoke to Meneka...um...
Phal: Jaysankar. Meneka Jaysankar.
Manasi: (at the same time!) Menka Jaisingh.
Phal (wanting to step on Manasi's toe by now. Or slap her face. Or kick her teeth in): It's Jaysankar! Honestly!
Sneha: *rolls her eyes*
Person: She's not here. Why dont you wait outside?
The three stooges shuffle along...
One looks back.
Phal: Where's Meneka sit?
Straight and to the right.
The three stooges shuffle along down straight and then right and into the first door they come across.
Stooges: Excuse me, is Meneka there?
Ya she's right behind you.
Stooges turn and see nothing. Invisibility Cloak? wonders Phal. Huh? thinks Manasi. What now?!? exasperates Sneha.
Oh, looks like she's stepped out. Why don't you wait.
Stooges on a checked upholstry couch. Sneha and Manasi sitting. Phal prancing about idiotically with the damn stole.
So this is where they were.
Meneka missing.
Debanjana missing.
Manasi sulking.
Well endowed and curvaceous lady in tight blue jeans (that made her ass look way bigger than it was) and bouncy (I mean that literally) baby pink tee walking in and out a million times.
Sneha and Phal wondering if she worked out. Naaaaah.
Phal kneeling on the checkered upholstry Map-Reading Maharashtra.
Phal: Look! A river! Doodhganga.
Sneha:*guffaw*
Mansi: Looks up and *pout*
Man in corner: *murderous look aimed at Phal*
Sneha (tugging Phal): *hiss* sit down *hiss*
Phal: Duly chastened by black glare.
Million (read four) other people walk in and out and up and down the doors and corridors.
BUZZZ!
SMS!!!!
Phal: It's Samira with the weird hair from class. No Ashraf lecture tomorrow. No Anusha either.
Sneha & Phal: *sigh of relief*
Manasi: *Sulk Off* the sun is shining again.
Person walks out of one door.
Phal, Manasi & Sneha: Was that a guy? Was that a girl? Was that SuperThing®?
Sneha: No! It's a chick with hair!
Manasi & Phal: *thinking* We really shoudn't laugh. Or should we?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Let's see if she's here yet?
who Meneka?
No! That Choudhary chick. What's her name?
What does she look like Phal?
I've never met her!!!!
No no! Meneka!
Ummm!
Is she the one in pink?
NOOO!
Then?
Oh for heaven's sake! I don't describe people! Just go out and see if Whats-Her-Name Choudhary is here or not!!!!!!!!
She's here.
She's doing a story on restaurants!
Sneha is so smug about the discovery. She is still the page three reporter. Damn socialite!
Manasi: there she is.

To know what happened next, you need to abe a TYBMM Journalism student of National college or a certain Mr. Troy Rebeiro. 


DISCLAIMER: This is a real life incident and any resemblance to the imaginary is purely co-incidental. However, the writer may have taken a few creative liberties with the truth for purely dramatic reasons, though she swears much of what is posted actually happened even though that will be a testament to certain people's stupidity. Thank You. Phalguni.