So I tried flirting. Intentional flirting for the first time ever. I mean before this, it would just be my ardent unintentional clumsiness that would come across to some people as ardent intentional flirt gestures [whatever that is supposed to mean]. Like my cleavage showing or something like that. But today, I actually made an effort to attract attention.

So this guy...looked so very Bong that I got damn excited. Just that he was too shifty to be attractive. Who cares. He was Bong. So we were sitting in the same row.The guy, my friend and me. We were attending this workshop on Bergman. The guy kept looking this way. I am quite sure [because I am conditioned to think this way] that he was like totally checking out my friend sitting next to me, but then..well.. he was bong. So doesn't matter who he is checking out.

He started taking notes in his funky looking diary. And I was like..."whoever takes notes in a workshop?!' but then.. later on I found out he's a journalist :

I tried staring into his diary and bang. He catches me doing that...red handed. He looks like as if I am a thief or something. So I really wanted to ask him whether he's Bong...

Time and space change.

The work shop is over. The guy introduces himself to my friend. "Hi, I am Aniruddha Guha." and I can't help chuckling with glee. Damnit. Now I know Iam a true blue bong. I can identify other bongs in a non-bong place. But then I am lost in my gleefullness and I am absent-mindedly still staring at this guy..when again...bang...he catches me red-handed staring at him. Then he turns to my friend ..says "best of luck" and walks off.