The post V for Vaishali is written as part of the Blogging from A to Z April Challenge under the theme, ‘College Memories.’
It’s Shilpa’s birthday and she surprised us with a heart warming treat at Vaishali. We were so excited since our first stop is just across the college gate at Savera and, many of us, lazy bums, would not move our asses to Vaishali, which is hardly three minutes walk from college.
It’s past noon and we dash out of the last and boring lecture of the day, Sociology as we look for each other inside the campus. There are five of us, birthday girl Shilpa, Divya, Kavya, Yash, Amruta and me. People always teased our group when Yash is not around that I am the only guy in this gang of girls. We walked our way in the scorching sun and laugh the loudest at the face of the most stupid jokes in the group and the lame joke I make.
It’s past noon. We are made to stand outside as we look at the busy FC Road since Vaishali is crowded like hell, the waiters scampering their way to serve hot dishes, Masala Dosa and mouth-watering Puris as the frenetic crowd goes berserk to steal a table. Vaishali is divided into three compartments, outside view that I love the most, the cozy restaurant inside and the garden view, all jam-packed like the local train. Patience is wearing thin on us and budday girl Shilpa is grinning amusingly. We waited for an hour and finally we walked inside, scouting on patrons who are almost done with lunch and we gently approach their table to signal them, Time up, uncle and aunties.
What a feat! We got a nice table in the Garden as we are served hot Masala Dosa on the table. I get up and the gang ask where I am going. I smile, “Washing my hands. Shilpa teases me, “You are just like my Dad, cleanliness obsessed.” As I get back, I saw a svelte and tall figure looming large and my heart is beating frantically. I pluck up my courage and gives her a gentle pat on her shoulder. Kritika smiles back, “Heyyyyyy! wots up?” Oh! Somebody please kill me and for how long she will break my heart. We shook hands and I held her beautiful hand a bit longer like Munnabhai MBBS. The gang is looking at me. We chatted for a while and I shower her with compliments, how beautiful she looks. I feel like Uday Chopra in Dhoom: 1, yeah right! ‘Oh! Mummy’. Kritikka, the model in college who is swooned over by guys, is serenaded by some random male, Kabbab mein Haddi. The gang ask, “She is Kritikka, right. We dunno why you guys are after her and she is always paint the town red in the company of guys.” I feel some jealousy among the girls and I protest, “Theek hai! What’s wrong if my cute Kritikka goes for coffee or lunch dates with guys.” They shout in unison, “Aha!”
The sumptuous lunch is done at Vaishali, bitching about people in college, our lecturers and Shilpa birthday treat and the latter make us reveal our birth date and to treat her. Our Vaishali adventure culminates with a hot cuppa tea served and we make way out, thanking Shilpa, for the wonderful lunch treat.
PS: Vaishali adventure is close to reality and the names has been changed but bear an uncanny but true resemblance to the original names . I etched V for Vaishali in the form of a fictitious story but, let me assure you, the adventure is real on the birthday treat. Hope you have fun reading. Yeah K’S name has been changed to Kritikka and she is the same one I gave the Red Rose in college in front of the boy friend:)