These girls are pretty and are gifted with sweet, seductive voice.
Actually, let me be open with you. I don’t know if these girls are pretty, but they do sound pretty pretty. Not that it matters, but in terms of setting a twisted man’s World right… visual aid is second only to humanitarian aid.
These girls would call me almost every day and ask if I was ready. That is, if I was ready to use their services. When they say services, they meant nothing but credit cards. And I am sure your slimy, corrupted mind would have imagined a hundred naughty things.
(I still am liking the way this entry sounds)
Here is how I spoke to the first lady who was trying to sell me a credit card –
(This is when i'm new in Allahabad. I was a rookie in the world of conmen, bluff, cheats, criminals, double-crossers, dupes, frauds, grafters and swindlers-Bhaiyya Land)
She: Hi, am I speaking to Mr Saurabh Sharma?
Me: Yes, please.
She: Sir, I am calling from ICICI Credit cards, and we have this no-yearly-fee offer for HT Employees.
Me: Credit cards? Hm….
(I was in a state of shock. I never believed I would one day own a credit card. I thought it was for the cool guys..and I was nowhere close).
She: Sir, this offer is valid only till this month end. And I would suggest you go for it right away.
(She addressing me as ‘Sir’ in every sentence was getting to my head. I don’t get addressed by that title every day)
Me: That was so nice of you to take the trouble to inform me about this offer. What favour can I do for you in return?
She: Nothing sir, this is plain social work.
(She would then ask me my CTC and blah blah)
She: Sir, We can offer you a Titanium card. Also, if you have a picture of yours …we could use it on the credit card.
Me: That would be great. I really like you. Thanks a lot for doing so much for me. Perhaps, we could meet somewhere and get to know each other better.
(I was under the impression that she was doing all this for me because she was in love with me and wanted to impress me. I asked her out because I thought it was a man’s responsibility)
She: Sir, we could meet after you get your card.
Me: Sure we can. And could I ask you a favor …please, don’t address me as ‘Sir.’
She: Sure Saurabh. So I will send one of my executives with the application form.
In a day’s time an executive from the Bank came and in a few days time, I would get my new Titanium Credit card. (already have 2, but felt like my first)
My dream girl never called after that. I tried calling the number from where she had called me, but a giggling girl would tell me that Radha (that was her name) had quit her job.
As days went by and I recovered from a bout of Devdas-sickness, I started going to office. Almost immediately, I started getting many more such calls from ‘pretty’ girls and soon I forgot my heartthrob Radha.
While I felt happy that so many girls were taking interest in me…to this day…I fail to understand why they all shy away from meeting me! That's what Bhaiyya-Land is I guess.
PS: I sent the card to my sister. She blew off 70 grand of my hard-earned money on silly things that hang from her ears & wrapped around her neck. Idiot! Titanium Card. I just hope my bank balance was also as hard as the name.
