I sighed inwardly and continued gazing outside the window. The plane took off. 15 mins passed by and the guy continued whispering with the sardar. Finally,he stopped talking. I turned and saw that he had fallen asleep! :-(( Mummy...I was getting restless (P.S-I'm always restless.Arien,you see) He suddenly got up and our eyes met for some seconds. Taking advantage of the situation, I asked him whether he was from some cricket team.And that's how...we started talking...
Mr.Right-Yeah,I'm from the Punjab U-19 team which played against Gujarat yesterday in the finals...
Me,cutting him off,excitedly- Ooh, yesterday was the finals...which Gujarat won? (I thank my eyes for hurriedly seeing the grinning pic of the victorious Gujarat team on front page of Times of India,that day)
Trust me to be so insensitive.
Mr.Right giving me a hurt look, then giving a sad smile-Yeah..The Vinoo Mankad Trophy Cup..We lost to Gujarat.
Me,realizing I have to be sensitive- Oh okay...
He asked me what I was doing and why I was going to Delhi. (Supreme Court!!Law!!! Badiya ji...:-O :-D were his reactions)
Both of us took turns in, "Enough about me, let's talk about you."I won the battle as I forced him to talk about the match,cricket in general and himself,in general.
"You like Rahul Dravid??"he exclaimed."That slow coach, that something something" he kept blabbering.He adored Yuvraj Singh,it seemed. Duh. Punjab partiality !!!
Coming back to the match. it turned out they had only 210 or something like that to chase in 50 overs and they messed it up really badly by playing overconfidently. "You should have played smartly like Dravid instead of playing loose shots like Yuvraj" I remarked in a dry tone. "Yeah...I'll keep that in mind the next time I play",he said smiling yet another wow
The God dammed pilot announced that we were going to land in Delhi half an hour before time.Dammit.Lost precious 30 mins.Please please let the plane get hijacked....
Mr.Right asked me if I was from Gujarat. I said, I'm from Chennai and Mumbai and living in Gujarat. Sir laughed and said, "Maharashtra didn't even reach the semis." "So what?" I countered. "You lost to Gujarat".I taunted. I wanted to stick out my tongue too,lol. Then he raised his eyebrows and said, "Now, I promise you,we won't ever lose to Gujarat again. Just
watch out next season." So sweet,lol. He told me the itinerary of the next season then.
5 mins to land. There was an awkward pause between us. A cutie ahead was talking to Mr.Right so I pretended to be interested in looking outside the window again.Suddenly,
Me,eyebrows shooting up-"What?"
Mr.Right-"Can I have your number?"
Now.Why was he Mr.Right?He was 6'2 or more than that,fair,athletic build,obviously a sports freak,a wow smile,educated(in the process, at least), spoke decent English, talked to me despite his coach's glares, and ignored his team mates who were catcalling and trying their level
best to get us to stop talking (Boys,I tell you. When will they grow up...)
But still. I said no.My stupid ethics and morals and principles and whatever came in the way. I wonder what would have happened if I had given my number....He asked me again thrice. Despite my nasty "Noooo"s, he was still sweet and nice to me.We had landed and I was struggling with my purse and laptop's weight on my shoulders.His team mates shamelessly gave me a huge grin.Stupid boys.He towered behind me and we didn't say a word, even when we got into the bus. Finally, when we were getting down, he opened his mouth to talk to me. His team mates crowded behind me pretending they aren't around.(I mean!!! What the heck!!!) The coach was giving Mr.Right the dirtiest look ever.Mr.Right simply told me it was nice meeting me and wished me all the best. Awww. I wished him back and told him to kick Gujarat's ass the next
And that was the last time he smiled that wow smile at me.
I look at the progress of the Punjab team now, in the Ranji Trophy Super League.They haven't reached the quarter finals,it seems.Lost to Mumbai :-P
P.s- I have not written his real name, for reasons unknown to even me.... :-P
P.P.S- To all those curious souls who are shocked at my mom reading my blog: Yes, she already knows about this incident and it was she who suggested this incident as a blog post and
the title of this post :-D
P.P.P.S- He is truly Mr. Right :-((( Till I meet the next one,that is... :-P
P.P.P.P.S-I know this post is way too long. I already edited it about a zillion times. That's why I was delayed in posting this up. Inconvenience for all you curious souls is regretted :-P
P.P.P.P.P.S- I took his autograph,when we just landed. He was sooo happy :-) He asked me not to forget him ever :-P Trust me dude, I won't...