So I'm sitting in the train and this guy sitting opposite me.. typical... big, broad, normal hair grown a bit so there's a tiny little ponytail, horrible jeans with some weird white effects like a bleach gone awfully wrong and a tiny ipod with full volume on earphones and I can hear clearly "singh is kinggg singh is kinggg singh is kingggggg" i mean, who would ever want to like consciously listen to this song, that too on ipod, that to on earphones.. eewwwkkk!
anyway, so he sees this chick opposite himself n thinks to himself "hmm.. chick all by herself, lets talk.." (!@#@#$%$)
anyway, so I have the book in my hand and he asks, "aap dilli ja rahe hain?"
"haan"
"akele ja rahe hain" (very low volume.. saala itna loud music sunta hai ladki se baat karne main awaaz nahi nikalti?)
"uumm kya?"
"akele jaa rahe hain?
" (??? idiot is coming on to me or wat?) haan"
"aapke parents ne allow kar diya?"
"kya?"
"aapke parents ne allow kar diya akele travel karne ke liye?"
(!@##$%&%*&( what kind of a question is that? should i ask you aapke parents ne allow kar diya, what does he think of himself saala mcp blah blah @!#@$@#$ )
(rude) "HAAN" (hummph)
n then i bury myself in the book which I was planning on doing anyway... what a jerk!