A few days back, I got a phone call.
'Hey man!' a girl's voice.
I stunned, start thinking who it could be.
Oh yea, it's the intercom I'm using, a landline, so I couldn't have possibly know who's calling.
So I replied after a hesitation.
'Yo watsup!'
Then I heard the girl laughed.
Then she started talking to me in English.
Until that moment I still couldn't recall who she is, so I asked.
'You are...'
Another pause.
'You are not man?'
...
'Yea, I'm not...'
'Oh, I'm sorry.'
'It's ok.'
'doo...doo...doo...'
......
'HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA.....................................................................................'
Yea it's me laughing.
I laughed so loud until the Chandrashekar Hostel started shaking, and within a few moment, it breaks into pieces, gone with the wind, everybody's wondering since when India has earthquake, all guys wear a big concave upward curve on their faces as their dreams have been fulfilled (they hate us because the Chandrashekar HOTEL is only available for girls)......
.......
Okay, I know it's cold.
I just tried to cover up my embarassment by laughing.
Maybe I should just pretend to be innocent(I am!)
When she asked 'You are not man?', I should replied,
'You are not Wasup?'
Sounds beter right?
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