Tamtamatam tamtam tara!

Here's to Niharika Tamta!

A chunk of those who're reading this at the moment already know about this Superwoman. And those who don't and are interested, read on my dears and discover for yourself. Those uninterested, in Niharika's style, scoot off!

July 11, 2007.
Model Town-III bus stop
Around 11 AM

I was almost in a hustle to catch a bus to reach the Vishwavidyalaya station. My dodo Priyanka would be waiting for me at CP so I had to hurry up as much as possible to reach DU and catch a metro. The scene at the bus stop was queer. An unusually large crowd was waiting for buses. "Shayad is time bheed hoti hogi, main to bahut time se nikli nahi is time bahar." There were people attempting to get into occupied three-wheelers, others giving a thumb to passers-by on vehicles for lift and scores of others dangling off the scant buses that whizzed by.

BLUE LINE STRIKE!

The worst thing to happen in Delhi. The DTC fleet is neither sufficient nor efficient enough to cope up with Delhi's demand. And whatever the media say about the "killer line", they cannot deny the fact that DTC kill just as much, if not lesser, number of poeple under their wheels.

Cut the crap!

So here I was stranded with apparently no mode of transport to reach my destination 4 kms. away from where I was positioned. Autos demanded astronomical fares, cycle rickshaws outright refused to go this far and buses were sighted as often as Haley's comet. Frustrated, I decided to walk my way.

Walk my way??

It could be a tad tiring as well as boring to go all the way on myself [though I have a music phone to accompany me]. Why not take someone along!

So here was this woman in white standing pretty aloof from the rest of the crowd. Cropped hair, fair skinned and well-built. "Let me hit on her."

"What are you waiting for? A bus?"
"Uh, nooo. An auto."
"Take my word. Nothing's gonna come. There's a bus strike and autos are out of supply."
"Then what are you gonna do?"
"Walk my way."
"Allright, I'll come by."

And then the 3 kilometre walk [we took a cycle rickshaw at Hakikat Nagar to DU station]. She turned out to be a NIFT student. We talked of a deal of things under the sun [I had the umbrella open, though!] ranging from her Hampi documentary to my engineering through BMMMC, Delhi crime and my documentary. She appeared to be a woman who knew at least a thing or two about almost everything, very zealous about her trade, highly opinionated and an utterly chilled-out person with the most "amazing vocabulary" [pun strictly intended] I'd come across so far.

Cut the crap!

The whole narration was just for the record. And the event was just the beginning of many more good times to come [can't say about you Tamta but I relished EACH bloody moment with you THOROUGHLY]. Since then, we've met some 3-4 times and with each meet, I just can't help growing fond of this woman.

She will now doubt if I'm straight.

Kick me later.

Niharika. Gorgeous. Funny cropped-chopped hair. Beautiful kohl-lined grand eyes. Infectious smile with buck teeth. The perfect advisor. The perfect counsellor. Magical capacity to make you distinguish amongst shades of shit [read make you feel better even though you're in a whirlpool]. Impeccable sense of style. Better when it come to giving tips and suggestions. Eveready to go out and kill time. Laughs in roars. Has to be kept away from food. Could convert to Buddhism anytime in future. Would love to be size 2. Ultimate commentator. "Bwahahahaha saali fraud!". Absof*ckinglutely adorable.

More cheese, Tamta?

Love you woman!

PS: Sorry for adulterating with your style but you see, our pseudo-refined society wouldn't really wish to read this our way. And it's for them, you jerk!