Nuked!

It happened again. This is like an annual affair. Every year, the Sailor asks out one woman for a date. Every time it’s a “no” but in different ways.

The first time around it was a couple of outings and then the ultimate, “let’s just be friends” line.

The second time around, it was just friends. No dating happened. But yeah Sailor found a decent dentist, so nothing lost.

The third time, which was as recently as last week, was one step down the ever plunging spiral.

As some of the regulars at Kafka café might have noticed, Sailor has not been in touch with the outside world, barring a few impulsive, “lets get drunk and shave of our head’ moments.

It so happened, that the Sailor’s alma mater called. ‘What’s the good word’ is a word game which is popular with ‘literati’ of the of the college crowd. What’s the good word is also the national game of the republic of The Stygian Sailor. So when the skies turned Cobalt this past week, the Sailor was called on to host the word game.

The word game is not a spectator sport. It has some complex rules, which once understood is easy, but complex for the players and the host nevertheless.

So when there is such a complex game and there is antakshari happening elsewhere, one can only guess where the crowd will head.

Despite this, there was an unprecedented turnout. Most of the Art Cartel, including the President, turned up.

So it was time for the finals.

There were some boys and girls from some engineering college. Insignificant.

There were also Tiny Whiny and Partner, the Art Cartel Mafiosos and these others.

Amongst the others was this one PYT- the object of the Sailor’s attention. All the while, Roy Orbison kept singing, "all i have to do is dreaaam"

The game went on late and it was conducted in the extreme audacious style of the Sailor. So there were no formal intros or anything of that sort.

when the game finished, this tall fair maiden walked away with much grace. Despite the whole Art Cartel hanging around, the Sailor could think of only how to get to the fair maiden.

In all probability, the time when Sailor woke up that morning wasn’t just right. Probably Rahu and Ketu were humping some random Urvashi and weren’t satisfied. Poor Sailor was caught in that time.

After the finals, everyone was tired. So as is customary, the Cartel headed out for a drink.

One of the cartel members was related to the object of Sailor’s attention. All way long, sailor pestered. But some things cant be breached, the family comes first. So the there was no intro.

But the sailor is not some one who gives up. By his vast experience and observation, the sailor calculated the following things:

1, she is single

2. She will be polite

3. She will say NO

Despite the last calculation, which was screaming to get free, the Sailor spoke to the chick.

“Hi, are you single?”

Chick (smiles): yes, why?

“Will you go out with me?”

Chick: what?

Crackers blasting in Sailor’s mind

“Would you go out on a date with me?”

Chick: (laughing) no I ve not gone out with anyone.

Damn, there you go. Get the fuck out of there.

“Oh, there is always a first time. You can start with me”

Why? Why? Time bomb ticking. Get out of there.

Chick: I appreciate that, but my priorities are different

Crash bang blaaast.

When a woman says priorities, there is either a boyfriend or it means plain and simple “fuck off”

So, the sailor is caught at this juncture where he has to perform damage control.

But what damage control can happen in a city that’s been nuked. When they went to survey Hiroshima after the nuking, to control damage, they found but one black burnt tree, which also crumbled when they let out a faint breath.

The sailor, had to say something, so

“If you do change your mind, take my number from X (who is her relative and sailor’s friend) and give me a call”

And the sailor walked away.

As he walked some distance, he saw some kids coming out of the main quadrangle.

In med school, you spend more than half a decade in normal time. So suddenly after leaving it and going back it seems like one is in Arabia, though you may still be Lawrence, but sand dunes shift with wind.

So, the sailor is standing there looking at the kids who come out.

The wicked wings of age were catching up.

“Dude, what did she say?”

“She said no, ra”

“It s ok ra maccha. Come let’s go for a drink”

Familiar territory! In the course of the drinking session, Sailor realised, he hadn’t told her his name, nor what he is or whatever. She would have probably recognised him as the Word lord from the word game. That’s all. Surely the damsel would have got the creeps.

With the mirror cracking material that the sailor is, one can never say, if he is an undisguised terrorist.

But then, Sailor made use of the time that was given to him. So it ended with this song by the Rolling Stones, “you can’t always get what you want… But if you try some time, you might find that you get what you need...”

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Listening to: Roy Orbison - Roy Orbitson All I Have To Do
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