Please forgive me.
I had just finished noshing on the goat cheese and was starting in on the arugula canapés. Then my gray-eyed Hades (half-desi) date flashed me the look of You-Could-Be. The dew-not-drop-me. The mooning cow. I will not perjure myself — I was startled. I rose from my seat and tripped backwards in a half-crouch. That, in short, is how my elbow found itself in your gazpacho. A shame, it was such a fine gazpacho.
Try and understand, I had no forewarning. We swapped flirty texts, but she knew I plugged my profile in every port. She was on the same page, that minx. She had a Francophone mother. The French and Indian War raged within her as I spilled myself upon her Valley Forge. After all those unreturned volleys, I gave up hope. This dinner was to be my surrender. Looking at the bill I saw a Magna Carta indeed. And then she gave me The Look.
My wrist. Your polenta. Please excuse.
V-Day means Victory.
fofatlal – is this your brain on drugs?
PS: Marc Jacobs has the same eyeglasses, in clear plastic. So chic……
MD,
That is the picture of Rishi Kapoor from the days when he acted in “Bobby” etc.
PS: I had pointed that out.
Fofatlal,
Where is Popatlal?
Oh Kush Tandon – you are delightfully literal. I know who that is. I also think it is hilarious that a major fashion designer has the same glasses as our dear Rishi.
Kush – was Rishi Kapoor on drugs?
okay, my joke was waaaaaaay too obscure. To see Jacobs in those delightfully clear glasses, you need the Feb. issue of American Vogue.
Carry on, fofatlal.
Fofatlal,
Is your girlfriend’s name fofatlali or popatlali.
Maybe, I know her. You will never know.
Subcontinetal trickster figure, The saffronists and the mullahs be damned. You live, we watch. Your voracious appetite extends from the dhaba to the boudoir. Sustenance and Passion. Or is the other way ’round? Remember…the halfdesi’s dil always pines for hindustani even ze pataloon is frenchistani. Tell us about octoroons, if you dare. Respectfully, I submit, be safe ..Tis not the hour yet for midnite’s children. Keep on, keepin on. Live free or die.
happy v-day y’all.
Are you India’s answer to Woody Allen?
Second instance of Indian and French culture matching up. First one was at Buddha Bar. Yes, dope brings the world together.
Fofatlal is a literary genius.
love the glasses, fofatlal.
alright, fofatal, i have nothing to really say – just need an excuse to say(write) ‘fofatal’.
fofatal…..
fofatal.
Not even close, Fofatlal Popatlal is too suave to be compared to Woody Allen…
I think Fofatlal needs a theme song. Hit me back if you want to work on something.
MD, I was there for you with the Marc Jacobs joke. 🙂
Oh cunning linguist Fofatlal, how do you correctly pronounce “HaDes”, hay-des or haa-des? Inquiring halfsies want to know. And perpetuate its usage far and wide, and print it on cute little american apparel t-shirts…
DesiDancer: it’s pronounced Haa-des, like Hapa. My coinage may not be apt, please excuse. If you get it right, please send photo of self in aforementioned mini-tees 😉
Fofatlal, did you know that your brother’s famous too? here
Back-view as well as the front, please. DD will know what I mean…..
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