That day in the pub on the dance floor

On one of the times I went to this Pub by the beach when at Tel Aviv I had this interesting encounter with a beautiful girl...
It goes as this:

There was this group of 4 girls.
They were dancing near to where I was standing.
And while they were dancing one of them was smiling at me.
I politely smiled back.
She signaled me to join them in the dance.
I obliged.
And then she started talking in Hebrew!
Kaushik: I’m sorry, I speak English!
Girl: English! (Laughs aloud with her friends)
Kaushik: (thinks to himself) What’s so funny with that?
Girl: Are you English?
Kaushik: No I am from India.
Girl: India!!!! Coooooll!! Namaasthe! (points to her forehead, looked like a gesture signifying the Bindi)
Kaushik: (thinks to himself) If only you saw the modern day Indian girl…
Girl: (Folding her hands and trying to put up a typical bollywood dance act) Do you know Indian dance?
Kaushik: (thinks to himself) Shit I don’t want to make a fool of myself. (Speaks) Actually, we dance like that only on
special occasions.
Girl: (with a concerned look) Ooh, ok. What do you do?
Kaushik: I work in the high tech industry. (In Israel IT/Electronics is called Hi-tech in the common man’s language).
Girl: Ooooo….So you’re very intelligent?
Kaushik: I don’t think so. I know how to fool my employers and they think I am intelligent.
In the mean time, the DJ plays nice music which sounds like music to me too as it is the remix version of one of my favorite songs, “Smells like Teen Spirit.” So I kinda dance. I know that sounds extremely weird but I did dance.
Kaushik: What do you do?
Girl: I am a waitress. But my dad doesn’t like it.
Kaushik: What does your Dad do?
Girl: He does business with Diamonds.
Kaushik: (thinks to himself) Holy shit! This is the daughter of a diamond merchant and she’s trying to flirt with me! Oh God,
I prayed to you for giving me opportunities, but not the ones of this kind!
(speaks) So you’re very rich?
Girl: Nay…my dad is very rich, I want his money.
Kaushik: (thinks to himself again) Shit, there’s a different concept here…
Girl: (Suddenly coming closer) You dance really great! Teach me… (and she comes closer, while other three girls giggle)
Kaushik: (thinks to himself, getting suspicious) Now that is a puzzle. All my life I have known myself to be among the worst
dancers on Earth. I have known the fact very well that KAUSHIK CHOUDHARY CANT DANCE.
And this lady right here says I dance great…let me see how does she dance that she can call me a good dancer.
Oh my God! She’s worse than I am!!!!
I get very happy to know that fact and I forget about all the advances she had been making to me and then,
Kaushik: You’re definitely flirting with me! Aren’t you!
Girl: (Laughs and laughs again) (Says) Why else does one come here for?

I stop feeling comfortable by the proximity of the girl, the reason being, I got a strange smell in the smoke of the cigarette she was smoking and so I excused myself somehow.
Later on I realized that cigarette was not a simple cigarette, it was certainly intoxicated.

For the record, I neither drink nor smoke and never plan to do drugs. :)

It does sound like a Hindi movie but this is what happened...though I am not too sure about whether all that I got from the girl was true.

And the girl was damn pretty but taller than me!(Even though I am 6'0")

Update on the ladies front!

It was a normal day at work today, after all the ruckus created by the anticipated or rather imaginary riots yesterday.
And of course there were the people with the divine visions who could see riots happening in places where there was peace and harmony.
It is the people with those divine visions who can foresee disasters are the ones responsible for the panic generated. I hate them.
They'd pretend they're passing useful information but will never bother to check the authenticity of the information. I simply hate them.

Anyway, forget the hatred...the good news is that...an American photographer is here in Bangalore and she (22) liked my work on Amvona and sent me a mail saying "she wished to know more about me and perhaps meet me."
I replied to her mail immediately, taking all precaution that I sound very diplomatic and professional apart from sounding very interested in meeting her and have been waiting for a reply ever since. Damn when will she check her mail...

I hope the "wait" turns out to be fruitful!

And the good news is that my Manager will be on leave for the next three days!!!!
And that means three days of independence... for three days I can work the way I like to work!
No need to improvise and adjust...No useless questions to answer!
No mindless wastage of efforts... Ok that may be an overstatement, its not always a waste!

ha ha ha...but its time to enjoy...and wait for the mail's reply!