The dinner group consisted of three women and two men. It seemed almost evenly balanced. One of the men was so boisterous that he thought he was more than a match for the three women. But he required the moral support from the other man to get into the boisterous spirit. The dinner seemed a perfect location for the battle of the sexes. At precisely that moment, the almighty threw a loaded dice. The one who was supposed to provide the moral support backed out. The reason was of trivial that it probably deserved a celebration rather than pulling out. But such was the power of the loaded dice that instead of celebration he decided to get into his den and meditate.
Men of smaller ego would have wilted but not our man. He had b's made of s and decided to take the bat head on. When the women asked him if he would be comfortable being the lone male in the female bastion, he responded with a confident "but will you be comfortable having me as the lone male in your fair company". They rolled their eyes and responded "Why the hell not!" Thus he arrived, dressed carefully in the most casual of the dresses - a well ironed grey shirt crumpled lightly prior to wearing and a blue faded denim pant scratched at the knee till it had a small but elegant hole. He arrived in his carefully battered car. The valet at the restaurant effectively hid his disgust at driving the car. But the disgust emerged when he opened the car with a single finger, the little one at that.
He walked in and sat nonchalantly on a sofa. He fished out his mobile and checked through his three day old messages. He had finished his third perusal of the messages when he heard a set of "hi" directed at him. He looked up and twitched slightly the left edge of his lips. He waved his hands in a dramatic 80's disco kind of moment. The women looked at each other, smiled and sat. Conversation started almost instantly. The boisterous one's one liners came like the arrows from Arjun's bow in the TV serial version of Mahabaratha. He held his ground bravely. It seemed for a few moments that he had taken the lead in the battle. Then the tide turned.
The women started talking about matters that he had no idea about - colours. He gulped as he ran into names that sounded like nuclear particles but in reality were colours that lay between blue and green. He threw up his hand when he was told that there existed a colour called nuetrino. To him the colour seemed like light green and he, rather stupidly, aired his opinion. The women laughed a good three minutes and eighteen seconds. The women seated in the next table laughed for two minutes and seven seconds. The boisterousness bolted from his self in the direction of the loo. He did not even bother to excuse himself. He got up walked off to the loo and forced out a few unwilling drops. He came out and called a friend who on seeing the name of the caller on the mobile phone fell out of his chair and broke his pelvic bone.
When he reached back, the topic had moved from the closet to the bedroom. One of the women looked at him for a moment with hesitation and turned right back at the others and continued. He sat down and listened to the conversation for a couple of minutes. He was stumped by the direction of the conversation had taken. If his face was of the fair type, it would have gone red but in his case, it ended as some other colour with a nuclear particle name. He sipped some water, gulped it, crossed his legs tightly and continued listening to the conversation.
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