An Indian date with a Greek girl in Deutschland

Sounds pretty international.Doesnt it?Well it is meant to be one

The story starts pretty early during the trip.I think it was my first time washing clothes in the washing room in the basement.Just as I entered there was this girl looking absolutely confused and bewildered.
"Ich nehme hilfe.tur nicht offnen"The door of the washing machine was not opening.Luckily I had a similar model back home and knew how it open it mechanically.I open the machine for her and she expresses her gratitude.
This is where the story took a different turn.Golu asked for an iron from her and subsequently invited her for dinner(a promise which was never fulfilled somehow)
I thought she was gone for good until destiny interfered.I was going shopping one day to the Alle center when i met her in the lift.Till now I was under the impression that she is Deutsch so I tried out my Deutsch not to very good effect though.And then I hear the magic words"Do you speak English"

We went to the shopping mall together with me getting to know that she is VICI from Greece and doing her masters here(Ever wonder why do I always end up with woman older than me?????????)Well our next meeting was more incidental.She was with her roommate Viera from Czech Republic.They were going to the stadium for a match but i had some work so I had to get off.

Mensa.I was sitting alone.I see vici near the counter and turn my head the other way(again?????????). But she nevertheless spots me and comes and sits in front of me.Ah what a pleasant surprise.So we do what I have done the entire summer-talk.and then out of the blue she asks me there is this russian restaurant which i really want to go to.Would you like to come along.And I look upto her with a look which says do you think i would say no.and then suddenly it hits me there is an indian party this weekend.So i tell her if she want s to come with me.she says a bit apprehensively though yeah sure.She gave me her phone no.and said send me a message or something.ab nayi museebat.message kahaan se bhejoon.and then i run into her again the next day at mensa.so we talk about when to go and then i screw up once more.i tell her 9 o clock only to realise that trams run only till 8:30.well when things are going right they usually go all the way.so i run into her the next day also and tell her to meet in the hostel at 8:15
The big day arrives and I am ready by 8:10.And when she opens the door I swear I couldnt take off my eyes for a moment or two.I mean she is not really beautiful or something but Man she was looking something that night.By friday viera had gone back to czech.so my plan of going out with two girls(with viera being one of the most beautiful I have ever seen in this trip)almost backfired.But I had told her that the party might be a bit boring for you so you can bring over a friend or something.So she invited Anna from Sweden.Nothing much to write about her.

The party went well.Atleast I think so.they didnt look bored though I think it was too hot in there.Had them taste Gulaab jamun(Viki said they have something similar in Greece).and then had viki apply henna to her arm.She was all excited about it.But i think the best part was when I taught them how to dance to Punjabi music-bhangra.Hahahaha.they seemed to learn quite quickly.I think I had them quite fascinated about India by then.It was 2 o clock when we returned.Everyone criticises me for doing nothing with her.but I didnt want to.atleast that night.She told me that since viera has left you can come over to my room the next night.she is a bit insomniac and doesnt sleep too well.and I have all the time in the world.so it wasnt a bad idea

so next night I rang her door bell at 9.ten seconds then twenty then thirty.no one opened the door.I thought once more it has been a case of cuts for me.But just as i was going down the stairs I hear the lift open and she shouts from behind.Oh believe me it was a big relief coz I had nothing else in mind for the night.

Just as we were entering her room she told me she had an interesting experience today.When I asked her to elaborate.She told me that she had gone swimming with a group of German girls and boys today. Oh before I go further I forgot to tell you that she is a national swimmer.That explains her nearly impossible figure.yeah now let me continue with her(my ) story.So when they reach the lake they see that almost everyone out there is nude.the Germans follow suit and tell Viki to do the same.But she says no I cant do that.Perhaps in Greece but not in a foreign land.and she told me how uncomfortable she felt all the time with nude men all around her.

As she entered the room she gave me the surprise of my life.She said it is pretty hot in here.You wont be uncomfortable if I take off my top.Ofcourse not.
Well after coming from my room her room looked like heaven.But she was still apologetic about the dirtiness in her room.Women sometimes amaze me.and as we settled down and began to talk.I dont know when the conversation drifted but soon we were talking about love,sex,relationships virginity and stuff.Soon she was telling me about her ex boyfriends and guiding me how to woo a girl.believe me it was quite helpful.I told her about Katja.and she said you didnt handle her very well.this is Germany.She said I as a principle dont believe in relationships based only on sex.I'd much rather prefer something which involoves emotions.But in your case you cant characterize her as bad.because she didnt want just sex.you were together for a considerable period of time.and the attraction was mutual.you must have disappointed her this way.of course now you cant go back to her.It sounds stupid

well i was surprised by the amount of tension she takes .small small stuff.what am I going to do tomm. What will happen when I go to Cyprus?she says it is part of her character and she cant change it.
So what happened next?She said you can stay over for the night.But I dont want to bad characterise you.whatever she meant by that.

I fixed a date for next Friday.And everyone screamed at me how can you keep on repeating the same mistake again and again.All night with a half naked interested girl and still like this.I dont have a reply to them

Mother of all coincidences

I swear this blog almost did not make it on the net. I am not the one who is too keen to share his sorrows publicly. But hey as I told you before this blog is all I take back from this sojourn of mine.So I wont differentiate between the pleasant and sad memories.and go all out here.

I think this is going to be the last "incident related" blog of mine.coz with the world cup over so is the party.The blogs after this are going to be more general in nature with me also not really in the mood for any more anecdotes.But who knows.Miracles do happen.

Lets start.I didnt call up Nina on friday coz I didnt have a clue where would I take her on an afternoon with no match scheduled that day.Saturday me and Nishil had planned to go to Berlin for the final.But the last moment Nishil changed his mind.Now this was a big big setback.For one I had really wanted to be in Berlin for the final.but more disappointingly had I known abt this earlier i would have surely called Nina up and it would have been a perfect date with Germany winning that day convincingly.But sometimes the stars conspire against you.So I ended up friday not packing for berlin but instead reading Eric Segal's "Love Story"(Mallika Sherawat's khwaish is totally based on this)

Met A girl from Czech republic-Viera.if she was anything to go by then my dear czechmates would be having the time of their life.She was studying archaeology here in Leipzig.She was also going to watch the match but at some other place.So ...........

Final.France-italy.Sunday.Normal routine.Gurudwara in the afternoon.Back to hostel.French Tshirt. Back to Augustus platz.Another boring day in the offing.I cut down straight to the business.Half time.
Aahhhhhhhh look who is there..............>KATJA<."you were in Dresden??""you were in Berlin??"
and then i got to know what happened that day.It was not she who stood me up.infact it was I who had stood her up.She had called me to some club or something .i thought the invitation was for the night and not for the evening.so bit of misundersatnding.

As usual she was surrounded by these male sharks hunting out for blood(female blood).All kinds - deutsch , Italians,French(and of course an Indian).But how long could this inexperienced loser keep the sharks at bay.

We cheered like crazy for France.standing amongst the Italian crowd.and with every Italian play our eyes wouold go up in silent prayer.I was secretly hoping France loses.coz it would have been perfect for the sob scenario.meanwhile the advances of the other people on her kept on increasing.And I stared at one so hard that Katja had to tell me to relax"Dont worry simran they are all good people".Good people??bullshit.

To cut a long story short.France lost.I sat down there dejected and Katja along with me.really it was nice to be with someone at that moment.she ran her hands over my head and said almost the same things which I had told her a few days ago.

I think I overdid the sob story bit.Coz that is when the things went into an unstoppable downward spirl. An Italian stud(yeah real stud) comes up to Katja and engrosses her in a conversation .Well built good looking rich intelligent.Fuck I could go on for ever describing him but wont for the fear of being called gay. I mean he was better than me (much much better).

And if you thought my 25 sec smooch was long.then you should have seen them.3 mins 4 mins 5 mins their lips didnt part.and when they did.they found other body parts of each other.I dont know what I was doing at that moment.Standing like an idiot??sitting like a lunatic???dont know.

They made their way out and me thru the other way with my tail between my legs.and God can be cruel some days.as I went back to the tram station Lo Behold who is there-Katja and the fucking Italian.Still "engrossed'in each other.I tried not to get myself noticed.Was I successful or not?dont know.
I never thought I would see katja during the world cup.I had her number so I had thought I'll call her up some day.take her out for dinner and thank her for the lovely time she had given me.

U must have been wondering why i called this blog "Mother of all coincidences".By our second meeting Katja and I had opened up a lot.I mean we talked abt it all-gals,guys,sex,drugs,love.And the day Italy defeated Germany we were sitting there and she was saying Not italy not italy.and I told her that Italian men are suppossed to be the best.She said yes but only for sex.They dont make good husbands.But I guess that night it was only sex.

Katja had a fav line"Only the best will win".I say it with an absolute straight face that night the Italian(s) was(were) the best.

dil ke armaan aansoon mein beh gaye.......................

Katja-the word had come to govern my life for the past few days.I think govern is the wrong word.Lets just say that she was an important part of my German sojourn.

Just couldnt wait for the next day (France match).poora din baith ke doston ke saath discuss kiya ki aaaj aisa karoonga vaisa karoonga.We had a party in the office that evening.I had told Katja about it and said that i wont be able to come to Augustus platz at 8 o'clock since I have to attend that party.I would be there by 9.The party was gr8 the food even better but I was getting impatient.Left the party at 8:10 and made my way to Augustusplatz.reached there by 8:30.

and disaster struck.Katja was nowhere to be seen at the fixed place.I thought perhaps she would come at 9 o clock.and kept on waiting and waiting.But no,she didnt come.What went wrong???I dont know.she doesnt have my no.to inform me about that.

And guess who I met that night-Sandarin.but I was so disappointed by that time that I just said a distant hello and made my way back to the hostel with my tail between my legs.

The world cup draws to an end.and I think with that the fun is also going to end.As for Katja.I dont know.I will definitely want to meet her atleast once before I go back.She has been too gr8 till now to give me the ditch like this.I do have her number.

The first casualty of this encounter is Nina and Claudia.I made up my mind not to call up Nina coz dont want a "heartbreak" again.

Just made me wonder Has time finally come a full circle for me.Back to square one........................

My first date in Europe

I was very confused when choosing the title for this blog.There were quite a few in my mind."my first european girlfriend".OR "My longest smooch ever"

Well i didnt choose the first one coz if one has to have a European girlfriend then one has to also meet the European standards for the definition of a girlfriend. I mean we hangout together,drink and eat together, dance together party together flirt with each other and other things which i wont make public.But i guess to fulfill the European standards you have to add sleep togethter.and that is what we dont do.So no European girlfriend.The other title would have fetched a larger no.of hits but it sounded very arrogant and full of self- publicity.

Different people have different interpretations for a date.My definition is that it should nt be the first time you should be meeting the girl.you should hang out for some time.then dinner or lunch.then hand in hand roaming about and blah blah..................................................

Anyone can get a girl in europe anyone.to dance with,to get a photo clicked with,maybe a hug or kiss too.But I wanted to take someone out on a date my way.All my trysts with the girls had ended in single encounters.

Germany Italy semifinals.mein poore 8 ghante b4 the match ghar chala gaya tha.rested properly.sajh dhaj ke nikala.alone.not knowing what is in store for me.You can expect a crowd of 20-25,000 for a Germany match.so couldnt hope to see my punjabi friends.Just hoped that my luck continues.

Hanging out..........................

And it did and in what a spectacular manner.Just as I entered the arena I saw Katja.Fancy the chances in a crowd of 20000.But hey look at the shareef me.I didnt go upto her straightaway.Instead i positioned myself in such a way that she could see me and my back was turned towards her.Just wanted to see if she was really interested in me or not(one of my stupid tricks).and soon I feel a kick up my ass.Oh My God.Katja.Where in heaven's name did u land from?surprise surprise.

and today I was alone with her.or so I thought.ek german ne us pe fight maari thodi der.They start talking in German so cant do much about it.thodi der toh it was OK but then I came up with a plan. "Katja dont you think we should move forward.we will get a better view there".Tschuss(BYE) to the german.but aage ja rahe the toh nayi museebat.usko apna 15 saal puraana dost mil gaya who was with his girlfriend.shuru mein toh mere ko boht gusaa chada but i soon realized that this person is a messiah for me.Boht help ki usne.seedha hi poochta"so how do you find katja?Beautiful,isnt she??"and he was a real german stud.well built and relaxed and with a personality to die for.chalo chhodo I am not gay anyways.

the match starts and my hand starts finding interesting places.sometimes in katja's hands,sometimes shoulders sometimes waist,sometimes.....every time the ball reaches the german area she would close her eyes hold me in a tight embrace.Thank god Italy played so well that day[:D].I would try to keep her calm and relaxed but she was all excited...

118th min.She has her back to the screen eyes closed she in my arms.Italy scores.as usual she looks up at me but this time i dont have a smile on my face.A Weird expression.I am sorry and hold her in a tight embrace.2nd goal.She has her heart broken.She sits quitely for the next 15 mins.me alongside her. saying nothing.

Dinner....................

Then I pick her up and say lets go for dinner.My treat.Cheer up.Me with my arm across her waist and hers across mine go to a fast food restaurant.She says she wont eat anything.not in the mood for it.Ok then I will also have nothing.NO no dont do this.ok i will eat a little.we take our food and sit.Then comes the part I like the most- talking.telling each other about his/her life.She told me her love story and how it went bad and I told her mine.and we were like oh i am so sorry.In the midst of all this her mind would go back to Germany's defeat.I would try my level best to cheer her up.

Roaming about hand in hand............(and much more)

It was around 2o clock.We made a date for the next match(france)[;)].and then I walked her to her bicycle.Yeah nothing weird till now.It was the usual kiss on either cheek while saying goodbye and I dont know what happened but the next thing that i remember is my lips locked with hers and her tongue in my mouth(ugh....).It was the longest smooch of my life-25 seconds.I just didnt want to let go of her that night.Was totally out of breath by the time we finished the kiss.Said goodbye once more.And then I came back home wondering how is my life going so well these days...........

Cant wait for today's match.

It is getting better and hotter every day

No I am not talking about the World Cup which indeed is also getting better.nor about my twisted ankle.
then what indeed?well read on till the end..............

Well after the wild night I was looking for something more subtle(a case of sour grapes???maybe)

France has proven lucky for me till now.Most of the readers of this blog know this by now.however living in germany it was kinda disappointing that nothing interesting ever happened to me even though I was always there wearing a german tshirt.and this time I decided not to wear the tshirt.two reasons .I was afraid that germany is going to lose the quarterfinal and also because that tshirt now bears a small hole courtesy some idiot's cigarette.

for the 5 pm match i was there at 3 pm itself.one because i dont have anything to do in the office and it is better to be amongst the crowd.and two because if u r late then baby you can forget getting an entry in there.

I was alone that day(as usual)and it is not easy spotting the Punjabi crowd amongst 15000 people.so I prepeared myself for one more boring day.esp with Katja in Dresden(I called her up and asked her if we could see the match together.unfortunately she was working in Dresden so hard luck for me)got a nice spot in front of the screen.

hmmm usually my tendency is to get a spot near a group of girls.so that atleast I dont get bored during the match and if i am lucky then perhaps a bit of more also than just plain eye candy.this time i knew i hardly stand a chance so preferred going to a spot where i could catch the action in the best possible way.I found myself next to a group of teenagers-4 boys and 2 girls. The boys were cheering for germany at their loudest but the girls(especially the taller one).Man I dont know how to describe their antics and actions.One girl would take out a candy and put it in the other's t-shirt.and she would take it out and eat it.I mean this is just one of the things they were doing. The taller one would look at me in a funny kinda way(she later told me the reason) and I would look back at her and give a smile but say nothing.this continued for a while...............


Ok just to show you I evolve with every blog I give out the girls' names in the beginning itself-Nina and Claudia.Nina being 5ft 11 very fair slim.Claudia was much shorter,a bit fatter but more cuter. As for their ages- I am going to get beaten up on this.Look i will be very frank on this.They looked like 19 or 20 that is why i took interest in them. They turned out to be just 16.Oops.well if i overestimated their age they reciprocated it.They were to later tell me that they also thought me to be 24 or 25(I am 19+) .Tit for tat

My worst fears were confirmed about their being not interested in football when the match started. Nina sat down(the rest of the crowd stands).hmmmm there was the regular eye contact( I prefer to call it aankh mataka)-flirting thru ur eyes.And then I said to myself just wait for the half time.phir baat karte hain.

Half time and tragedy.both took placce together.half time hua nahi ki yeh dono kahin kat li.me standing there with 4 guys.I used this opportunity to get to know the guys better.but helloooooo No English.

The girls come back and then disappear again after Argentina scores.And that is when the fire was lit.
I saw two stupid Italians with hats and all talking to them.As long as it is a German no fight.but Italians ............ no way.Andar se desh pyaar ki bhavna jaag uthi.India v/s Italy.the girls brought the italians along with them(More likely the Italians chep ho gaye).Now the game starts......

My first move was to block the way of italians so that they dont get too close to the girls.Claudia by this time had come behind me.Time for action."Oh can you see the screen."was???(German for what) ."Can you speak English."Yes a little bit(here comes the standard reply.All I asked was what is your name.Claudia she said.and the rest as they say is history

I wont reproduce the entire conversation but just as a reminder for myself it was full of half truths , blatant lies and absolute truths.

Germany would go on to beat argentina on penalties.Nina would leap on Claudia and it sent me thinking "Am I with lesbians??"(A fear which would prove itself wrong later).Now there was a gap of about 40 mins between the time I first started talking and the time the match finished.We 3 had chatted non stop since then.We danced like idiots(we = claudia and nina).There were hi5's all around.
Vaapis jaate hue Claudia ko utha ke poore gang ne paani mein phenk diya.she ran after us and slipped.hehehee it was all very funny.and then we went to McDonald's.i offered to give a treat.They wont hear a thing about that.and looked at me as if i was talking about something alien. By this time let's see what my accomplishments were- i had got nina interested in the sikh religion,claudia got to know about raj kapoor's johnny mera naam, I had got such nice friends.and this had led to a fight with one of tthe local Punjabis(details later).

All of them were not from Leipzig.They were from Zwicau(2.5 hrs away).so the problem of remaining in touch came up after this.They were from a village.So no email(surprising!!!!).Nina gave me her phone no.(Thank you Dear Lord)and we plan to meet up on Friday again.(shit why dont i have a mobile here,makes a helluva difference).While going it was the same routine- a hug and a kiss on the cheek (which i deliberately prolong[;)]).

After katja and Sandarin this......
Life in Germany is right now rocking and it is a sincere prayer to u God.keep it that way