The "Helmet" Factor

well from the workplace to the "personal domain". the title wont click unless you read the whole story. but for starters i would say it refers to the visit of an "innocent" guy (i dont think my frnds would agree with this but nevertheless i like to call myself innocent) to a girls home the first time...henceforth the girl will be refered to as the "babe" in this blog. (i dont know why i chose babe but it surely sounds interesting :) ).

describing the situtation a little; a party was arranged by me for 3 people, me, the babe and my friend (a guy ofcourse) in 13th floor (an awesome place a must see for all bangloreans and people who are visiting bangalore some time). now the babe insisted that i pick her up from the house (specifically from the front of her house) or else she wouldnt accompany me for the party. the "innocent" guy that i was, agreed to it secretly swearing that this trick can be used some day by me on the babe.

well i set out from my house all determined to locate her house. after some 2-3 phone calls to her i was able to, and i parked my vehicle exactly in front of her house. now, as the babe had said that i was supposed to pick her up from the front of the house, i thought her parents wont let her to the "party" unless they see who is accompanying her. so i made the move and rang the bell of her house. her dad escorted me in, with a not so convincing "namaste uncle" from me. i sat and her dad enquired as to what "party" we were going to. i said that there was no party just a pub we were visiting. now when i was telling this i could see the babe from the corner of my eyes waving her hand. i could not remove my focus of the eyes from her dad so i effectively chose to ignore the "waving". there was also the enquiry abt my work and i brushed aside that query easily. and then....
now the babe emerged out of the room, and we were ready to hit the road. and then the inevitable question was asked "do u have a helmet?". i said i do not wear one sure that more probing wouldnt come my way, but then the babes father had some other plans. suddenly confusion ensued in which the babes father insisted that i wear a helmet. now if my wearing the helmet was not enough he also insisted that the babe also wear a helmet. amid the confusion and chaos, and the "soft" denials like "its ok uncle" we were stuck with 2 helmets in the end. by the time we had reached the vehicle, i had a 1947 helmet of the babes father, and the babe had another one (i suppose of 1980 make). i gave the helmet to the babe started the bike and then wore the helmet swearing that i dont wear one any time. we were also being closely supervised by the babes father so i absolutely had no choice. once we were on the road, i gave back the helmet to the babe and we coudldnt hold back our laughter any more.
well, there are no prizes for guessing that the whole party revolved around the "theme" of helmets safely parked beneath our much sought after seats in the pub.

this ends the journey of the innocent guy in the heady world of helmets.
kullu