It was one of those days when you feel like cursing yourself for being a strong independent and feminist of a woman! You just want to lie in bed, whine, do nothing and demand to be pampered and somewhere know that is you ask you shall get it too. Yes, yesterday evening was such an affair and no it wasn’t PMS. PMS is a different story for a different day.
I was driving people around me up the wall. Whining demanding stuff and then whining again that nobody was getting them for me. My pouts and drama though rare are VERY well known within the circle and they also know that I will not stop until I have their attention. The conversation after I had their attention went somewhat like this:
Me: Nobody loves me
F1: Hmmm, too bad, so what do we do?
Me *pout*: No this is where you say, aww baby of course I love you. let’s do this again. Nobody loves me.
F1 looks at F2 and then answers: I love you, if that counts.
Me: You missed the “awww” and the “baby”
F1: I’m not playing
F2: Ya man, give some concessions!
Me: ok ok – I want to be pampered
Blank expressions on F1 and F2. I sigh.
Me: What? Will you two pamper me or not.
F1 and F2 in unison : How?
Me to myself: Remind me again why I befriend them? Ah for moments like these, when I can take revenge.
Me: Nothing much, I just want you guys to get me some stuff.
F1: Ok, we’ll run to the store and get it and then shall dump you home to get you off our back.
Me: Ignoring the last part of your comment here’s what I want – I want to inhale the sweet smell of mild honey, I want to taste the sweetness of sherry, I want to be surrounded by the warm smell of butterscotch with a slight bordering of cream, I want to taste the exotic oak, I want to flare my nostril to flowery fragrance and have the sea dance on my tongue.
F1: Were you born this way or an overload of studies did this to you?
Me: Ha ha, very funny – now off you go and get me all this. Saying this, I stretched out like a princess. F1 looked clueless and F2, who had been quiet all this while has a wicked smile on his face.
F1 to F2: How can you smile at her bratiness? Where do we get all this – especially making the damn sea dance on her tongue in this city that is land locked?
F2: Brother, brother don’t bother – we shall produce just what her highness wants.
Me: Awwwww, I love you * I make the cute face that repels both of them *
As F2 started humming and walking towards his room, I wondered what is going on in his head. See, knowing him it isn’t possible that he would be happy to pamper me or would thank me for making him get out of his pajamas and drive around to pick up stuff for me. F1 followed him inside and though tempted I stay put – that’s what princesses do right?
F2 came back with a bottle in his hand, that was wrapped in a black cloth and three glasses. F1 trailed behind him like a lost kid. I looked at both of them quizzically and then pointing at the wrapped bottle exclaimed, “How can you think of drinking when you promised to get me all that stuff I listed out?”
F2: Shaanth Gadadhari Bheem. You shall receiver whatever you’ve asked for. Let’s have a drink first. Saying this he poured the malt drink in three glasses and offered each of us.
Me: What is this? Show me the label – I only drink the world’s finest scotch.
F1 *rolling his eyes* - Madam, please oblige us by taking a sip and then commenting on the quality. Did we ask you questions before committing to get you the things you want?
They had a point. I held the glass under the neon lights and the amber-colored liquid shimmered with golden highlights – assuring me that he was indeed worth giving a try. I took a small sip and held in on my tongue for 10 seconds to let the flavors burst through and then it hit me – the medley of the various flavours and the beautiful smooth taste.
Me: What is this, guys? It’s yummm!
F2 *grinning*: First tell us what all you could taste?
Me: Ummm, it smells woody and malty, and has a pronounced smell of sweet mild honey, butterscotch and flowers. Taste, umm let me see – malty, oak flavored, definitely pronounced sherry sweetness that bursts in waves. It is quite intense and balanced.
As I spoke I had closed my eyes to analyse the varied taste and enlist them. When I opened my eyes I saw F1 standing in front of me with a goofy smile on his face and almost thrusting the list (I had dictated earlier) in my face.
It didn’t take me much time to realise that I had ticked off all that I had demanded from them in just a small glass of the malty drink – scotch of course it was.
Me to F2: Very clever, I am impressed. Now tell me what scotch is this.
F2: Why darling, the very best for you, Black Dog Centenary, one of the world’s finest scotch whiskey. He rattled as he took over the black cloth from the body of the bottle.
Me: Awwwww, ain’t you guys the cutest. Come let me cuddle you.
As I walked towards them they tried to escape – in the end we all fun wrestled and landed on the floor in a pile laughing our lungs out – Good times with Black Dog!