Part 1 

Humiliated by my sudden outburst, I took out my mobile to check emails. Well it was thousands of feet above ground level and only satellite phones work at that level. But I had to show off so I thought of saving the mails as draft. I must confess that I am still not comfortable with either the hand writing recognition or the Qwetry keyboard of SE P1i. I used to type much faster with the basic keyboard of my previous Motorola Razr. But I had to show that I am a professional who really needs to respond emails on the go. BTW I was checking Gmail regarding offers from Nigeria worth 5 million USD. There was another Jack who was claiming to cure my baldness. Jade lancozs had information regarding my impotency. Someone was really concerned about my home loans. Paul was assuring me that small is not the end of the game, there are medical cures. Agnes Ali had my order of V**** ready. And I replied to each one of those mails.

Things go wrong and sometimes there are bad days but magnitude of damage and the humiliation that I witnessed in the past days, would shatter every Murphy’s law. Things go wrong but not on this scale.

It was all decided. I had planned weeks in advance. Bollywood has taught me that to win hearts you need just an opportunity and that can either make or ruin your career. My life has been an boring affair so far on the fairer sex front. Frustrated at my parent’s repeated refusals, on being reminded that unka beta jawan ho gaya hai aur haath peele karne me hi sab ki bhalai hai, i decided to take things in my hands. So my target was to get ‘an’ opportunity to impress Miss Prospective’s patent. As expectedly, I am the hero of this story. Just for your information, i could have had a very successful modeling career but the only problem was that my last name is not khan.