Remember Om and Isha from my previous blog?? If no then you better read that before or else you won't understand much of this story. You can find that story here.
For those who are acquainted with the previous story this is a sub-story related to that. Om, my very good friend, was in love with Isha, another classmate of mine from school times, between March, 2007 to September, 2009. This incident was revealed to me by Om only about a week back when he had come here from Bangalore and after coaxing him a lot did I get his consent to put it here. Of course I no longer talk to Isha so I didn't take her consent and I believe it wouldn't matter much for most of you won't know who really Isha is.
Well as told by Om, this incident took place somewhere around February, 2008. Om and Isha were going around for nearly a year and for the first time they had been physically close (err ehm I am not to reveal anything more or else Om would be punching me hard on my nose). Om was pretty naive to even hold Isha properly let alone kiss her and yet it did happen. But it was clumsy and Om felt stupid of himself. They were on a date on that day when the following conversation broke out between them.
Isha: You want another kiss?
Om (flushing): Ya sure why not but please not in public.
(It was too late and Isha had already landed one on his lips though it was kinda blink-and-you-miss type).
Om: What the hell was that? How many time do I have to tell you that I hate PDA (Public Display of Affection).
Isha: But I love to tease you.
Om: Someday I will punch you for doing this.
Isha: Oh Janu please be a game. you are such a spoilsport. God knows what will you do in private.
Om: That is a different case altogethar and I know what I will do.
Isha:Oh really. Ok tell me what all will you do.
(Silence from Om)
Isha: Oh Please tell me na what will you do.
Om: Oh nothing re baba.
Isha: Please tell me na. Or are you incapable of....
(Om's ego got hurt somewhere)
Om: Oh please I am very much capable and I can do it right now itself.
Isha: Oh really. Ok lets do one thing, lets book a hotel room and .....
(Om was shocked.)
Om: Ok ok we will see it someday.
Isha: No not someday but today.
Om: but why today...
Isha: I dunno...it has to be today thats it ......
And so the stage was set. After vehemently fighting against this Om finally gave in. After sometime they figured out that. Paharganj near Delhi Railway station has innumerable cheap and good enough hotels. So they headed that way. Once they reached Paharganj they started searching for one and came across a good looking Madras Hotel right in front of NDLS.
Om and Isha went in and were greeted by a dark complexioned, skinny, south indian guy who spoke heavily accented Hindi.
Man: What room do you want sir?
Om: A room for two. For one day.
Man: It will be 500 rupees sir.
Om(reaching for his purse): No worries. Here it is.
Man: Sir where is your luggage.
Om(Stumped): Well it is at the station guest room. You give me the room and I will get the luggage.
Man: Sorry sir. No luggage No room sir.
Om: But why? I am telling you na that I will get the luggage once I get the room.
Man(Hardening his stance): Sorry sir. No luggage No room.
Isha pulled Om away from there.
Om didn't speak to Isha for a couple of days.
Last week when I met Om he revealed this entire event to me. And we laughed our hearts out. That, according to Om was the biggest embarrassment he had ever faced.
For those who are acquainted with the previous story this is a sub-story related to that. Om, my very good friend, was in love with Isha, another classmate of mine from school times, between March, 2007 to September, 2009. This incident was revealed to me by Om only about a week back when he had come here from Bangalore and after coaxing him a lot did I get his consent to put it here. Of course I no longer talk to Isha so I didn't take her consent and I believe it wouldn't matter much for most of you won't know who really Isha is.
Well as told by Om, this incident took place somewhere around February, 2008. Om and Isha were going around for nearly a year and for the first time they had been physically close (err ehm I am not to reveal anything more or else Om would be punching me hard on my nose). Om was pretty naive to even hold Isha properly let alone kiss her and yet it did happen. But it was clumsy and Om felt stupid of himself. They were on a date on that day when the following conversation broke out between them.
Isha: You want another kiss?
Om (flushing): Ya sure why not but please not in public.
(It was too late and Isha had already landed one on his lips though it was kinda blink-and-you-miss type).
Om: What the hell was that? How many time do I have to tell you that I hate PDA (Public Display of Affection).
Isha: But I love to tease you.
Om: Someday I will punch you for doing this.
Isha: Oh Janu please be a game. you are such a spoilsport. God knows what will you do in private.
Om: That is a different case altogethar and I know what I will do.
Isha:Oh really. Ok tell me what all will you do.
(Silence from Om)
Isha: Oh Please tell me na what will you do.
Om: Oh nothing re baba.
Isha: Please tell me na. Or are you incapable of....
(Om's ego got hurt somewhere)
Om: Oh please I am very much capable and I can do it right now itself.
Isha: Oh really. Ok lets do one thing, lets book a hotel room and .....
(Om was shocked.)
Om: Ok ok we will see it someday.
Isha: No not someday but today.
Om: but why today...
Isha: I dunno...it has to be today thats it ......
And so the stage was set. After vehemently fighting against this Om finally gave in. After sometime they figured out that. Paharganj near Delhi Railway station has innumerable cheap and good enough hotels. So they headed that way. Once they reached Paharganj they started searching for one and came across a good looking Madras Hotel right in front of NDLS.
Om and Isha went in and were greeted by a dark complexioned, skinny, south indian guy who spoke heavily accented Hindi.
Man: What room do you want sir?
Om: A room for two. For one day.
Man: It will be 500 rupees sir.
Om(reaching for his purse): No worries. Here it is.
Man: Sir where is your luggage.
Om(Stumped): Well it is at the station guest room. You give me the room and I will get the luggage.
Man: Sorry sir. No luggage No room sir.
Om: But why? I am telling you na that I will get the luggage once I get the room.
Man(Hardening his stance): Sorry sir. No luggage No room.
Isha pulled Om away from there.
Om didn't speak to Isha for a couple of days.
Last week when I met Om he revealed this entire event to me. And we laughed our hearts out. That, according to Om was the biggest embarrassment he had ever faced.
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