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Over the last couple of weeks I have been having my dinner in one of my friend's place who stays not more than 200 yards away from my house. The reasons behind this are:

a. He is an amazingly good cook (I call him a perfect husband material)
b. Does not emphasize on someone assisting him to prepare the dishes.
c. His girlfriend has gone home and the father of the lady is a dictating major…hence no disturbance over phone. And
d. This guy has a pair of bean bags which I consider 60 percent better than my bed for the support of the back to operate the remote.

So, need not to explain that I have to walk back to my home at around 2 o' clock every night. And that is where the problem lies...

I think that he is the DALPATI of the entire FAUJ...and even if I can cross a few of the coward one’s barking...this brave fellow will charge at me at the speed of light...until I demonstrate him a typical Jackie Chan stunt and finally end up looking at each other’s eyes from a distance of two feet with ample respect for courage of the other. Now I really don’t understand how to convince this guy that only thieves don’t walk on the roads at 2AM in Bangalore...there are hundreds of BPO employees and a few whose friends are good cooks.

Finding no other option out to make this fellow understand ( I am quite bad at learning new languages...and learning the dog’s one is near to impossible), last Friday I decided to take a little risk to walk down to this guy and offer the hands of friendship. Though I also had the idea of offering him half quarter from the bottle of the Blender’s Pride we were consuming, my friend warned me not to do that as the DALPATI might not really like the idea. So with four big pieces of Kebab, I went to the streetlight (wanted to ensure that he could identify my face properly in clear light and my fifty rupees did not go waste) and waited for the gang. In no time they appeared and offering a SRK smile to the DALPATI I placed the bag there and kept on walking towards my home. He looked at me, nodded his head and chased towards the bag. I hope that was not a bad sign.

In the last two days, we had our dinner outside….so did not have to walk down my friend’s gully. Today the result is going to be declared; at 2 AM sharp...Hope DALPATI has accepted my friendship. Amen!!!


Himanshu said…
If its somewhere near to HAL 2nd stage do let me know I'll send you a pic of mine. Most of the Dalpati's there know me quite well. And i'm sure you'll get some discount for the sake of old time friendship. :)

manuscrypts said…
so, is the doggy pack the best way to a dog's heart :)

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