I get a ride from my neighbour-aka-friend-aka-ex-colleague-aka-travel buddy(aka-not mommy!) every day. We used to work together in Mumbai, and on my third day in Delhi, I bumped into him on the third floor of my building. It was a pleasant blast from the past.
So, it's never a dull ride with this guy and we end up having some very bizarre conversations, every now and then. The other day we were talking about the M word: Marriage.
He thinks I should land myself a VERY rich chap. "He will need to be either Gujju or Punju," he elaborated with absolute conviction (incidently he is Punju, too, so, I suppose it's warranted!). Something to think about.
Music is also a part of the journey. We listen to 95 on the radio and share a chuckle everytime the RJ's imaginary cow Adam moos. But of late the RJ has been talking absolute crap. So, my pal got a CD of...80's music. We listened to Rick Astley, Thriller, The remixed version of Thriller by dance duo Signature for the Britain's Got talent show and...Tarzan Boy!
The last number we listened to, twice. And my pal especially swears by what sound like gunshots at the start of the song. By the way, he is a fan of the blood, gore and violence of God Of War. That should explain it!
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