A lot of shit happens

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

Me: So…..(confused)

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