ROCKIN'...

So there we were, two and half madrasis and a half northie, partaking of that quintessential madrasi rite of evening filter coffee...when some creature pops up and tells us, “Excuse me. But you look like rocking people” Gee, thanks! Really needed your endorsement.

It continued, “My friend over there says you are wearing really cool outfits…owns a shop….blather blather…I’m a musician…..a rocker...blather….going to be a pre Christmas concert here in the market area. Would you like to come?....blather…and then it went back to its table.

A little later, we were joined by a friend, making it one and half northies at the table, when all of a sudden the thing came back and started about the concert again. suddenly it did a doubletake and said, "you're new" to our northie addition. "are you from madras? no? then you must be from pindi". He just refused to listen when he was repeatedly told she was from Delhi. Suddenly he says, "Paul McCartney and John Lennon....you do know who they are?....blather....prudence....love ya”. Phew and finally it went away.

Middle aged men who wear what they think are hip clothes (shorts, tee and unbuttoned shirt!) and spout drivel about music to try and chat up random people are beyond pathetic. And this was a terrible specimen…just his choice of venue in chatting up women….a woodlands type restaurant? What is wrong with this creature?

Thank God for strong filter coffee that sustains one through such ordeals.