The Word of mAn[S]o0r

“the next three days, keep your evenings free honey.. you are with me!” she said…

“good, at least that takes care of it, but i wonder what she’s planning” i think and say as much…

“you’ll see…”, her eyes twinkle mischievously. i love when her eyes do that “its a surprise!”

just how did i come to be so lucky, i’ll never know… for someone to come up with something elaborate to put the ’surprise factor’ on me is a huge thing. i’m the one who does the surprising.. the elaborate planning and the seemingly random sequence of events which constitute a complete experience… but i hadn’t come across anyone else who would, or even could, for me… then she comes along, with her twinkle and her smile…

“wake up!!!!!!!” its sunday evening and after having slept the whole day, i groggly open my eyes to see the phone lit up with her name and her smile (picture calling id is a wonderful feature!)

“huh?! what time is it?” still not wanting to come out of my reverie

“its 5! and you have places to bbeeeeee!! get up and get ready na!!!” things are slowly coming back to me, reliving Gilligans island as she calls it and the reason why im so bushed!

“what places… let me sssllleeeeeeeeepppp!”

“you have to goto the airport, say good bye to your cousin and come get me! remember?! your evening is mine!!”  suddenly, all traces of sleep vanish, the gleam in her eyes remembered and the adrenaline rush of the ’surprise’ coursing through my body.

“sounds good! i’ll just go get ready..”

it took another hour to get ready though, since my brother wasn’t home yet and he had the car… so i took in an episode of prison break and took my sweet time in the shower.. finally at quarter to seven, was ready to leave. too late to goto the airport, i headed straight to pick her up.. during this time however, there was another conversation…

“so what is my surprise??????”

“why do you want to know sweety? just remember that its sweet na”

“tell me na! atleast i’d know how to dress for it”

“dont act smart mister! i know you’ve figured it out and are now just leading me on!!”

“nope, haven’t figured out anything yet….. didn’t really try cuz i wanted you to show me”

“well, i said next three days to are mine, and between the bonfire night and the club music night.. there’s only one night which is left.. tonight…”

“yes… and… we’re going to dinner kya?” i still couldn’t make out what the surprise was…

“umm.. yes, dinner is also on the agenda, but thats not the surprise na”

“hhmm…? then?”

“what else is on today..? something you really wanted to go to”

“i dont know…….” thinking hard….. still drawing a blank. maybe the mind still hadn’t cleared up..

“honey, we’re going to see  Bring the Funny”

“NO! GET OUT!!! seriously?” im flabbergasted! and remain silent for almost the next two minutes…

“yes sweety! we are” she giggles “i knew you wanted to so bad, ever since it was out, but then we couldn’t… so i decided that we’ll go, just the two of us. so i went and got us tickets! now go get ready in something appropriate sweety! ”

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“dont hope for miracles…  plan for them” said a teacher at the Art of Living course i did earlier this year. the trick is to realize that miracles aren’t necessarily waking up the dead, or turning water into wine, but rather its when the seemingly impossible happens when all your doing is wondering what hit you in the first place…

thank you baby, for making this miracle night happen. if it wasn’t for you, i would still have been at home, watching tv and nursing the headache :p

ofcourse, when again you have the right place, new friends by your side, and having good delicious (with all its fattening goodness) food… even then right there seems like a miracle!

Coming up next: How the funny was brought! Review of Sami Shah’s performance at the PACC.

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