“I am Gary Renward,” introduced the voice.
Recharging his mind Pritish replied, “It’s my pleasure meeting you Gary. I hope you don’t take an offence for being addressed by your first name?”
“Buddy I never mind being addressed by my first name. In fact I insist that people do so more often. It helps in smoothening relationships – personal and professional as well,” replied Gary with a mischievous smile on his face.
A little later while they continued conversing, Gary was joined by a scantily dressed female. Gary introduced her to Pritish saying, “My date for night”.
Pritish never needed to be explained that she was more than a date. To be precise she was Gary’s mate whose fate was at stake tonight. Foreigners are renowned for their abusing habits on bed. Pritish knew that once they drag an Indian female to their room, they rob her of everything starting from dignity to morality and strip her of everything only to assault sexually night after night.
“I hope you enjoy the party Mr. Pri…,” Gary confused over Pritish’s name.
“Pritish! You can call me Pritu,” remarked Pritish with a warm smile.
“P2 would be fine. Sounds like a processor inside a CPU. P2, enjoy yourself. We have got the finest of wine, hottest of women and miraculous of wonders for our guests to explore,” announced Gary. He introduced Pritish to his partners willing to invest in India and escorted by their dates for night. Instructing a steward to serve Pritish well, Gary disappeared for some while with his escort. He was nowhere to be seen for at least two hours. Pritish knew what he was up to. Finally Gary made his appearance this unescorted. He once again joined Pritish and started discussing his plans referring to the meeting he had with Kunal the other day.
“India is beautiful P2. It is here I realised how understanding women are. We men are nothing compared to their intellect level. I have made up my mind to hire 90% females as my employees and the 10% can be handled by able men,” spoke Gary.
“I appreciate your gesture Gary. In a way you are helping the Indian women achieve their dream to be independent and on their own,” appreciated Pritish.
Thereafter Gary shared with Pritish how he planned to expand the call centre that was already operating from Powai in Mumbai. Gary eyed the women more than having taken interest in talking animatedly over his plans for a call centre based in India with Caribbean roots. After all the invitation had read Revel an evening of wine, women and wonders.
Pritish checked his watch third time in the two hours that he had been at the party. Everywhere that he looked men and women were immersed in the blissful experience of consuming alcohol without a hiccup to bother. Wine was just a metaphor to curtail controversies. Vodka flowed like water, whisky was splashed like lime juice and there was rum, gin and everything else that kept members of both sex busy. Pritish had already started feeling lonely, a little ignored and confused. Once again he was interrupted by Gary who this time came escorted with two females.
“P2! Make your choice,” surprised Gary.
“Excuse me Gary, I fail to interpret your presentation,” exclaimed confusingly to Gary.
“Too perfect of an English to bowl me P2. I said make your choice from these two females. It’s an evening of wine, women and wonders. Don’t you remember?” said Gary.
Pritish was not only surprised but he wondered whether Gary was the same person who had expressed his concern to Kunal over call centre employees choosing to be escorts as a part time career. It was obvious that Gary was himself a part of a nexus between the world he talked about and a world he created to exist. No doubt he was indeed the author of the stories he narrated to the world out there. There were millions who disbelieved him and there were the likes of Kunal who bought his story, too it ahead and made it appear like a fact that was unexplored.
“I think so I should make a move now Gary,” said Pritish.
“Come on P2, be a good boy. Spice up your life,” resisted Gary.
“Gary! Let me tell you I never get fooled by half baked stories. You might have convinced Kunal. After coming here I realise every thing is not what it made you seem like,” yelled Pritish.
“Ok! Now chill your outrage. I leave it up to you whether you want to be entertained by the lady to my right who has her navel pierced or the one to my left who is an expert at playing hide and seek,” replied Gary without a sign of remorse.
Recharging his mind Pritish replied, “It’s my pleasure meeting you Gary. I hope you don’t take an offence for being addressed by your first name?”
“Buddy I never mind being addressed by my first name. In fact I insist that people do so more often. It helps in smoothening relationships – personal and professional as well,” replied Gary with a mischievous smile on his face.
A little later while they continued conversing, Gary was joined by a scantily dressed female. Gary introduced her to Pritish saying, “My date for night”.
Pritish never needed to be explained that she was more than a date. To be precise she was Gary’s mate whose fate was at stake tonight. Foreigners are renowned for their abusing habits on bed. Pritish knew that once they drag an Indian female to their room, they rob her of everything starting from dignity to morality and strip her of everything only to assault sexually night after night.
“I hope you enjoy the party Mr. Pri…,” Gary confused over Pritish’s name.
“Pritish! You can call me Pritu,” remarked Pritish with a warm smile.
“P2 would be fine. Sounds like a processor inside a CPU. P2, enjoy yourself. We have got the finest of wine, hottest of women and miraculous of wonders for our guests to explore,” announced Gary. He introduced Pritish to his partners willing to invest in India and escorted by their dates for night. Instructing a steward to serve Pritish well, Gary disappeared for some while with his escort. He was nowhere to be seen for at least two hours. Pritish knew what he was up to. Finally Gary made his appearance this unescorted. He once again joined Pritish and started discussing his plans referring to the meeting he had with Kunal the other day.
“India is beautiful P2. It is here I realised how understanding women are. We men are nothing compared to their intellect level. I have made up my mind to hire 90% females as my employees and the 10% can be handled by able men,” spoke Gary.
“I appreciate your gesture Gary. In a way you are helping the Indian women achieve their dream to be independent and on their own,” appreciated Pritish.
Thereafter Gary shared with Pritish how he planned to expand the call centre that was already operating from Powai in Mumbai. Gary eyed the women more than having taken interest in talking animatedly over his plans for a call centre based in India with Caribbean roots. After all the invitation had read Revel an evening of wine, women and wonders.
Pritish checked his watch third time in the two hours that he had been at the party. Everywhere that he looked men and women were immersed in the blissful experience of consuming alcohol without a hiccup to bother. Wine was just a metaphor to curtail controversies. Vodka flowed like water, whisky was splashed like lime juice and there was rum, gin and everything else that kept members of both sex busy. Pritish had already started feeling lonely, a little ignored and confused. Once again he was interrupted by Gary who this time came escorted with two females.
“P2! Make your choice,” surprised Gary.
“Excuse me Gary, I fail to interpret your presentation,” exclaimed confusingly to Gary.
“Too perfect of an English to bowl me P2. I said make your choice from these two females. It’s an evening of wine, women and wonders. Don’t you remember?” said Gary.
Pritish was not only surprised but he wondered whether Gary was the same person who had expressed his concern to Kunal over call centre employees choosing to be escorts as a part time career. It was obvious that Gary was himself a part of a nexus between the world he talked about and a world he created to exist. No doubt he was indeed the author of the stories he narrated to the world out there. There were millions who disbelieved him and there were the likes of Kunal who bought his story, too it ahead and made it appear like a fact that was unexplored.
“I think so I should make a move now Gary,” said Pritish.
“Come on P2, be a good boy. Spice up your life,” resisted Gary.
“Gary! Let me tell you I never get fooled by half baked stories. You might have convinced Kunal. After coming here I realise every thing is not what it made you seem like,” yelled Pritish.
“Ok! Now chill your outrage. I leave it up to you whether you want to be entertained by the lady to my right who has her navel pierced or the one to my left who is an expert at playing hide and seek,” replied Gary without a sign of remorse.
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