Yesterday I got out a bit late from office. When i got down I saw a huge, pretty impressive steel grey Scoda standing in front of the office gates. Big fancy cars are no big deal at our office. We often get to see Merces, Hondas and BMWs around. Some colleagues of mine were standing there. They were excitedly discussing some blah about the scoda. These guys work for our elite South Asia channel. And as they work for the only English channel in our company, they consider themselves too elite to bring us lesser mortals even in their line of vision let alone see or smile or talk. [If you ask me they suck in creativity and are a bunch of dumb idiots who get scared if you speak to them in English. And the funniest part is they even have an anthem "We are SouthAsians. LOL".]
So there they were discussing while I came out searching for my dad. Ya Dadwas in town and supposed to pick me up. As expected the Scoda fans did not take any notice of this fat disheveled woman wearing a pair of worn out jeans and an even more worn out T, crossing them and standing about 7 feet away.
Suddenly this silver grey monster reared and stopped in front of me. I moved away a bit expecting it to turn or something. Well it did not. It stopped right in front of me nnd out came a chauffeur (and by chauffeur i mean the guy was completely dressed in white with a white hat or cap whatever completing the look) and opened the door on my side. I once again shifted making way for the person about to get out. Well nothing like that happened, so i looked behind me expecting some suave guy. Well no one there.
I saw the open door and could not resist myself of a lil peek a boo. Well the next moment I was bent low, staring shamelessly inside. And lo! what do i see!?! Daddy darling nestled in the lap of the seats. I dived in. Then as the car whizzed past I caught a look at the faces of the elites i told you about. Heehee their jaws seemed as if you would have to scrape them out of the ground. heehee :) Kodak moment!!
Uff ! the car was sooooooooooooooooooo huge!! I turned left then right and again left and god knows how long i kept doing that. I started fiddling with whatever parts i could reach. The first victim was the window switch. I kept pulling and pressing the switch. The glass would go up and down, up and down. I could have gone on and on if i hadn't caught the driver glaring at me from the rear view. I could see the relief in his eyes when i stopped.... Oh the window's saved!!
Next in line was this huge box kinda thing which sprang open everytime a button was pressed. That held my attention for some time. Dad seemed pretty amused. I did quite a lot of fiddling around before I finally sat back and looked out. Surprise! surprise! We were entering the parking lot of Hyatt. "Ma bollo Bon er birth day toke kichu khiye dite. Kothaye aar jabi cho room service deke nebo tarpor bari chere debo".
Bless my sis!!! Dinner at Hyatt!! This time it was my turn to scrape my jaw out of the ground and put my tongue back into my mouth. I mumbled. why room service?? ekhane restaurant nei? Ami restaurant te khabo.
After a bit of "I am tired" and "na na restaurant", he gave in and we headed towards Guchhi.
Yeppeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
I always enjoy these very very rare occasions when dad comes to kolkata and I get to go out with him. Actually I have always liked going out with my dad. With him around its like being swept up to the clouds. Makes me feel like a princess. We go to all these fancy restaurants, eat expensive food and shop at branded stores the likes of Gucci, JC Penny and YSL, which very naturally I can't even dream of when I am all alone, surviving on the the few pennies I earn every month. Everything I do with him is special.
I still remember my first ride with him. It was my dadu's amby and I was 5. He had taken me out with him for an icecream treat. The amby seemed soooooooooo huge and sooo grand. I asked my mom to pack all my stuff and put it in the car so i could stay there permanently. Thanx to dad, the car rides kept improving ranging from Fiat to Zen to Innova to Mercedes to Land cruiser.
Dad once got me a Dior Scarve. He had been on this trip to London. I was 12 then and I carried it around everywhere and anywhere I went and oh the way i flaunted it. Well, now i realise I shouldn't have. :(
He got me a swatch watch from his trip to Switzerland. I still treasure it.
He got our zen on my name. So technically I owned the car. :) Made me feel so special.
And powerful. :) Well the car's no longer with us. :(
He got me my first Music phone, my Activa when I went to Nagpur. My phoren tours, my Gucci and Dior glares. And ofcourse my memorable helicopter rides are all because of him.
With life giving its best shot at screwing me in every possible way and succeeding with flying colours..... from missing trains to hairloss to being underpaid to getting my heart broken a zillion times, these few moments always made me feel special, like a princess.
Yesterday was one such moment.......
I have been really low this whole week. D's been out of sight for quite long now, Path's on a holiday and Rinky's no longer here to give me company. I had company ofcourse, and i did a lot of talking and laughing as well. But you know they are not Path, D or Rinky.
And then daddy came :).
Well we finished our grand dinner.
And then it was time to go home...One last ride on the clouds before touching the ground.
