Last night had logged on to Facebook before retiring to bed, which is unusual for I am not a big fan of this latest craze. I was about to sign out when suddenly a chat window opened, with an old classmate/flame/bomb on line. She was earlier working with Taj in Mumbai & Delhi & is now in UK, having eloped with a chef. However I never knew the conversation would be so eventful, fascinating excerpts reproduced below
She: Hey wassup?
Me: Nothing you tell…kya ho raha hain
She: Kucch nahin…missing old life
Me: Yeah…must be missing your people
She: Little bit….also remembering good old days at work
Me: Ohh….i know, you had a good time at Taj Colaba & Mansingh
She: Trust me I did….lot of fun, masti, gossip….also scandals
Me: Scandals….in the hotel?
She: No…not with staff yaar….guests, short time visitors from bollywood J
Me: Be specific. Can’t get you
She: Arre yaar, these glamour chics used to come for a shot
She: U r too seedha
Me: That I am….but how is this related to your gossip??
She: A lot of shit happens….short time room bookings with NRIs, honchos, politicians etc
Me: Ohh….you mean flings
She: But well paid ones….VJs, actresses etc…some were frequent
Me: So you know all this juicy gossips….
She: I am still in touch with few guys who used to arrange this…
Me: You are….how can you be….
She: Arre sab chalta hain…..many times we made remaining payments….I myself have done the cash transfers
Me: Who all used to come??
She: Abbey saare aate they……tujhe koi chahiye ho to bol…Riya, Celina, Sophie, Kashmira, Mahima, Roshni…
Me: So you were in all this trash…..(Infuriated)
She: Haan agar yahan nahi aayee hoti to shaayad main bhi….
I first puked but later shagged like hell