The Parking Saga....

Shaurya was waiting for his friends in front of Vaishali, when he saw her for the first time.

Now well, to the uninitiated, Vaishali is arguably Pune’s most famous South-Indian restaurant, located at the heart of F.C. road. Go on any weekend at any time of year and you will find a waiting of at least fifty minutes (that has been my experience).

It was a Saturday evening, and so as expected parking was almost full. Shaurya watched with amusement as the girl, across the road, was having difficulty in finding a spot to park her Dio. The girl was all covered up, you know the works- Scarf on the face to go along with an oversized helmet, just like every other woman driver on the road. (It has always confused me why the females in the city ignore the popular fashion magazines and take tips from Al-Qaeda weekly. I guess it’s just a way to be different. I have never understood fashion, anyways).

After searching for ten minutes or so, she parked her Dio outside the white rectangle (apparently a major traffic rule violation in the city) and headed towards the British Library. Shaurya’s gaze followed her to the library, fascinated by her appearance.

His trance was broken by the menacing tow truck making its way up the road, swallowing its preys that had just so slightly crossed the line. He tensed. The girl’s Dio was in danger.

He shouted, trying to catch her attention but the girl continued on her route, ignorant about the approaching danger.

“Damn you, earphones! Why do people listen so much music”, cursed Shaurya as he started running towards her.

Realizing he won’t make it, he ran back towards the Dio hoping to squeeze it into the box somehow.

He just made it but the tow-truck had arrived and two guys had already started to lift the moppet.

“Bhaiya ruko”, he cried.

“Kay Zaala?”

He started explaining to them that it was his Dio and he had just gone to the nearest shop to buy some gum. What followed was a long argument, which eventually after a lot of pleading from Shaurya, saw him sail through.

Exhausted, Shaurya turned towards the Dio to see her already sitting on the Dio, easing the vehicle out of the parking spot.

Pleased with himself, he smiled at her. After all, he had just saved his damsel in distress from the fire-breathing dragon, (Movies do this to young minds) and now expected her to jump into his arms.

He was already thinking about the song they would dance to........

The girl gave him a sheepish smile, before wearing her helmet and scooting down the one-way lane.

Forget dancing, his efforts didn't even earn him a thanks.

Shaurya kept staring after her, even though she had long gone out of sight.

"Life's a bitch!", he cursed!

Frustrated and embarrassed, he slowly turned to see his Pulsar being towed away as he had parked in P1 instead of P2.

IT’S A GIRLS’ WORLD!!!

DISCLAIMER:

The author of this article is not a male chauvinist. He holds the fairer sex in the highest regards. It’s just the circumstances and some common observations that got him thinking.

“I have seen too much not to know that the impression of a woman may be more valuable than the conclusion of an analytical reasoner.”

- Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Just think about it. Girls are far more superior to us men.

Men are always high on adrenaline – always on a lookout for a fight, ready to flex some muscle; egoistic fools who are always craving for the pat on the back for the job well done, world’s best tall tellers.

Girls – well, they are a mysterious lot – God’s most challenging puzzle to mankind (Big Bangs and E.T's are all secondary).

They are the best manipulators, having the whole plan chalked out well in advance and then working according to it. They will let us take all the credit, while will themselves remain in the shadows, away from the limelight, away from the glare of public. That’s why, they say, behind every successful man is a woman. Always, behind!!

Also, the girls have far greater Emotional Quotient (EQ) than men, who are emotionally incapable, always getting tongue tied when confronted by the opposite sex.

{That’s why even the Almighty made them mothers. We men would have simply gone mad, had we had to go through such an ordeal.}

And even our conservative society agrees.

Guys are expected to be chivalrous. We should open the door for a lady (car doors have a really complex opening mechanism), pull out that chair for her (yeah, restaurant chairs are really very heavy), carry their shopping bags (which always have to be more than five, always), and are required to act as their punching bags (gosh! thanks for considering us worthy enough).

But we do it all happily, without a complaint, just to win her appreciation, going weak in our knees every time she smiles.

Food for thought-

If a girl laughs loudly, she is cheerful but if a boy laughs loudly he’s manner less; girls’ are charming if they speak sweetly while guys.... well they are a flirt; a girl, shopping, is trendy whereas a guy, well, he’s just wasting money; a girl maintaining silence is sad while a silent boy is being rude; girls always walk in a group but boys has to move in a gang!!

The latest Women’ Reservation Bill passed by the Rajya Sabha proves that even the government agrees with me!