from maharaja regency to model town
“Ma’am, address kya hai?” Did I get everything from the room? Where is my phone?! Oh, right here. “773-L, Model Town” “Koi landmark Ma’am?” I do not know roads in Delhi still and you expect me to know Ludhiana?! “Nahin, mujhe Ludhiana ke bare mein zyada nahin maloom” I wish I had gotten something to eat. But no, good I didn’t. I really need to loose weight now. I will loose at least 5 kgs before my birthday. Did that sample reach Mrs. Suri? I should call and find out. I need to send out that quotation today to Kavita. Is that “Jahajj” written at the back of the car? N then these sardars wonder why they are made fun of! “Ma’am, aapko pata hai Ashmit da ghar bhi yahin si?” “Ashmit?” “Aap Ashmit nu nahin jande?” (accompanied by an almost derogatory chuckle) Ashmit!? “Uh-huh” “Woh Indian Idol wala! Jiski abhi death ho gayi!” Indian Idol! I’ve forgotten when the last time I saw TV was. Actually, it was last night. But that was just because I had a TV to myself in a hotel room. Death! “Death...