The night was young, and had displayed immense potential. This being Goa, and a Saturday night, potential had to be, but, immense. And three hot blooded young men, in their early twenties had their hearts set out on realizing the potential that the night had to offer, if not their own potential.
Dude 1 was an impatient young man with an opinion on everything under the sun, and then some more. He wasn’t too good with women as history had revealed, but that didn’t deter him from wanting to hit on some more. And being an egoist, he wasn’t the kind who would hide his successes, if and when they happened. And Goa would serve as an ideal opportunity for our Big Stud to go wild.
Dude 2 was this lazy, self-consumed personality who could use some fun in his own life, but never really complained if it didn’t come his way. He'd just be happy cracking jokes, and enlivening parties up with his charm and humor. In short, the dude had spunk, but was not quite a hunk. But he did have his audience, and he knew his audience very well, and had mastered the art of playing up to his audiences when he spotted them. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t see too many audiences in Goa. The ones that were, were few and far between, and with the kind of competition involved, did little to interest our dude.
Dude 3 was really not a dude. He was more of an angel. The kinds that don’t see any evil, don’t talk any evil, wouldn’t even dream of doing any evil. But the angel did have a few dark sides which invariably helped him gel with the other two dudes. Goa, for him, was just a place with good beaches, and probably a few skimpily clad women to look at from a distance- distance being the keyword.
On this fateful Saturday, the trio decided to get wild in Goa, and headed to the most happening place in North Goa. Infact, they even took up accommodation in Bagha despite already having booked a room in Panjim for the next 3 days. All in anticipation. Once they got into Tito's, the place really started to rock. Although it probably had very little to do with these guys getting in. The trio was perched in different corners of the pub, sipping their little drinks, and staring down every girl that passed them, hoping to get lucky. Dude 2 and 3 realized it wasn’t to be, and decided to instead get together and talk software instead. But dude 1 was determined. Or maybe it was desperation. Call it what you want, but he wasn’t going to back off without a challenge.
And soon after, dude 2 and 3 spotted dude 1 sitting next to a strange looking chic. This chic had parked her cosmetic bag next to our dude, and was taking turns between warming the dance floor and the couch seat next to our dude. Not to forget, the frequent visits to the women's room, probably to touch her face up just that one extra time. Dude 1 looked extremely excited, and was dying to share his excitement with his friends. And so he started looking around to see if he could spot his friends. Dude 2 and 3 saw his plight, and walked towards the Big Stud, while carefully ensuring it didn’t become too obvious that they knew each other. Big crowds scare away strange single chics, you know.
Big Stud was waiting for his strange chic to rush to the toilet, to confide in his friends that the chic was undoubtedly giving him the hints. Before the chic came back, Big Stud also managed to convince his friends that true friends would never mind sleeping on the beach if their friend needed the room for himself. When the chick reappeared, she started whispering sweet nothings into the Stud's ears. Dude 2 and 3, being the pricks that they were, decided to stay back a while and watch the fun. Maybe they were hoping for the crumbs. No way to know for sure though.
As the strange chic walked back to take her hot seat next to the Big Stud, suddenly, dude 2 noticed something. Dude 3 confirmed his doubts. And to make sure, the dudes looked around to reassuring nods from the crowd around. Everyone in the crowd knew it. Dude 2 and 3 also realized it. Everyone except our big stud, who continued fighting for the strange chics attentions with some new guys who had just entered the pub, and were also equally enamored by the sight of an all too willing chic.
And then there were some more sweet nothings whispered between Big Stud and the strange Chic. Big Stud looked to be on Cloud nine, and came down to his "not happening" friends, and announced " Man, I think I am gonna get lucky today". Dude 2 could take this no longer, and screamed back “That chic is not good for you". Dude 3 nodded silently in approval. Big Stud, visibly offended at his friends' jealousy at his good fortune, quipped back "Jealous eh?". Dude 2 couldn’t hold back any longer. "OK, I won’t be jealous, if it makes you feel happy".
And then added "And gay".
Big Stud was stunned. Dude 3 who was silent all this while, revealed the secret that everyone else already knew.
"The strange chic is no chic. It’s a Dick".
Dude 1 was an impatient young man with an opinion on everything under the sun, and then some more. He wasn’t too good with women as history had revealed, but that didn’t deter him from wanting to hit on some more. And being an egoist, he wasn’t the kind who would hide his successes, if and when they happened. And Goa would serve as an ideal opportunity for our Big Stud to go wild.
Dude 2 was this lazy, self-consumed personality who could use some fun in his own life, but never really complained if it didn’t come his way. He'd just be happy cracking jokes, and enlivening parties up with his charm and humor. In short, the dude had spunk, but was not quite a hunk. But he did have his audience, and he knew his audience very well, and had mastered the art of playing up to his audiences when he spotted them. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t see too many audiences in Goa. The ones that were, were few and far between, and with the kind of competition involved, did little to interest our dude.
Dude 3 was really not a dude. He was more of an angel. The kinds that don’t see any evil, don’t talk any evil, wouldn’t even dream of doing any evil. But the angel did have a few dark sides which invariably helped him gel with the other two dudes. Goa, for him, was just a place with good beaches, and probably a few skimpily clad women to look at from a distance- distance being the keyword.
On this fateful Saturday, the trio decided to get wild in Goa, and headed to the most happening place in North Goa. Infact, they even took up accommodation in Bagha despite already having booked a room in Panjim for the next 3 days. All in anticipation. Once they got into Tito's, the place really started to rock. Although it probably had very little to do with these guys getting in. The trio was perched in different corners of the pub, sipping their little drinks, and staring down every girl that passed them, hoping to get lucky. Dude 2 and 3 realized it wasn’t to be, and decided to instead get together and talk software instead. But dude 1 was determined. Or maybe it was desperation. Call it what you want, but he wasn’t going to back off without a challenge.
And soon after, dude 2 and 3 spotted dude 1 sitting next to a strange looking chic. This chic had parked her cosmetic bag next to our dude, and was taking turns between warming the dance floor and the couch seat next to our dude. Not to forget, the frequent visits to the women's room, probably to touch her face up just that one extra time. Dude 1 looked extremely excited, and was dying to share his excitement with his friends. And so he started looking around to see if he could spot his friends. Dude 2 and 3 saw his plight, and walked towards the Big Stud, while carefully ensuring it didn’t become too obvious that they knew each other. Big crowds scare away strange single chics, you know.
Big Stud was waiting for his strange chic to rush to the toilet, to confide in his friends that the chic was undoubtedly giving him the hints. Before the chic came back, Big Stud also managed to convince his friends that true friends would never mind sleeping on the beach if their friend needed the room for himself. When the chick reappeared, she started whispering sweet nothings into the Stud's ears. Dude 2 and 3, being the pricks that they were, decided to stay back a while and watch the fun. Maybe they were hoping for the crumbs. No way to know for sure though.
As the strange chic walked back to take her hot seat next to the Big Stud, suddenly, dude 2 noticed something. Dude 3 confirmed his doubts. And to make sure, the dudes looked around to reassuring nods from the crowd around. Everyone in the crowd knew it. Dude 2 and 3 also realized it. Everyone except our big stud, who continued fighting for the strange chics attentions with some new guys who had just entered the pub, and were also equally enamored by the sight of an all too willing chic.
And then there were some more sweet nothings whispered between Big Stud and the strange Chic. Big Stud looked to be on Cloud nine, and came down to his "not happening" friends, and announced " Man, I think I am gonna get lucky today". Dude 2 could take this no longer, and screamed back “That chic is not good for you". Dude 3 nodded silently in approval. Big Stud, visibly offended at his friends' jealousy at his good fortune, quipped back "Jealous eh?". Dude 2 couldn’t hold back any longer. "OK, I won’t be jealous, if it makes you feel happy".
And then added "And gay".
Big Stud was stunned. Dude 3 who was silent all this while, revealed the secret that everyone else already knew.
"The strange chic is no chic. It’s a Dick".
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