Rendezvous with THE prospective-II

Continuing on this

She was not sure of the entrance so we had to roam around a bit. I am never comfortable with the idea of roaming around with a girl. I was embarrassed to the extreme! I hate the stare the passers by were casting on the moon clad in black who was accompanying me. You she can be described as ‘amawas ki raat me chaand’. I mean she along with her dress.

We finally reached the tomb. Surprisingly and fortuately there were only foreigners, desi all around would have further irked me. We started to walk around the place as it was her first visit as well. I took out my mobile and started clicking.

She: My ancestors were the warriors in the Mughal dynasty. You see we are originally from Dehli. Many don’t realise that Delhi is not the correct translation in English, it should be Dehli.

I: Oh what a pleasant surprise, Siraj-ud-daula was my great great grand father. So its the meeting of 2 royal families. Cool!

Well I couldn’t think of any ruler from Bihar and now i find out that Siraj-ud-daula  was the ruler of Bengal!

She: Our glorious past has been lost or else it would have been the meeting of 2 influential families from different parts of India.

I: And who knows there could have been the merger of two kingdoms. Well for that your father should have first revolted against the Mughals with our help and then we would have been rulers of the big part of India.

Wow. What royal crap are we talking about?

She: So your family was previously in Bengal?

I: No. We always lived in and around Biharshareef. Don’t go by the name, no one is shareef there. I used to love that place..

She interrupted.

She: But Siraj-ud-daula ruled Bengal right?

I: But previously Bihar and Bengal were one state right?

I am usually a quick thinker

She: Oh ok. Damn these colonial rulers. They even divided that!

I: Yeah damn them. Why don’t we sit somewhere? The ground there might be a good palce.

She: Sure

We go and sit in the middle of the ground. The watchman was quick to warn us so as not to litter around. We were now the center of attraction for the watchmen, the men working nearby and the desi crowd. I love the foreigners because they are so open-minded.

She: so tell me something about yourself. Just a casual observation, you are not as smart as your photo is.

What! How rude of her! I should have at least washed my face twice and shouldn’t have got this lalu style harircut.

I: Oh is it? I think that pic was enhanced by some technique. I am not sure as one of my friend gave it to me.

She: ok.

I: So you mean to say that you got an impression of me which is not true and now you want to refuse me?

She: Not that way. I just said that; don’t take it to that extreme.

Playing safe huh? I should have trusted my friends. These Delhi girls

I: ok.

She: I left in a hurry that I couldn’t even have my tea. I cannot live without tea you see. At least 3-4 times a day and now I will have a headache.

I: oh! And I don’t think you will get tea here. BTW I just loathe tea/coffee. I can count on my fingers the occasions I had them!

She: Its not that I cannot live without them but I am somehow addicted to it.

Now she is playing safe

I: So what’s the plan? Where do we go for lunch?

She: We will go to Kareems. It’s near by. It’s near the Nizamuddin Auliya’s grave.

I: What! It’s near the Markaz.

She: Yes. But why are you surprised? You have been to that place?

I: Yes I have been. Anyway no issues.

Now this is torture. I hope no one recognizes me near the Markaz. Well if someone does then I will tell him that she is my sister.

After the chit chat we left for lunch. I was walking fast and ahead of her near the Markaz, desperate to get into the restaurant but alas! The board outside read “Sorry we are closed�. Damn!

I: Get into this alley. Quick! We will talk about our destination later. Call an Auto-wala and tell him to take us away. Fast!

She: ok ok.

We finally started for Nizam’s in CP. I took a heavy breath in relief. Phew that was close!

Anyway we had a nice lunch and after that we left. BTW we did stop over for her coffee. Even I had my coffee for the 15^th or 16^th or might be 17^th time in my life. I cannot talk about the rest of the story