ab tak 42 - Autobiography of the Promiscuous Male

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GAYATHRI MENON - THE NYMPH - Part 1

I left Delhi with a heavy heart. I had never been to Chennai or any south Indian city by then. And as all North Indians, I called all people south of Vindhyas as Madraasi. The only thing which prompted me to accept this offer or dictate was a promise on the part of the management that I would be compensated well.

Chennai office was a small office both in terms of man power, space and turnover. It also used to cater to Pondicherry, which had a lot of computer hardware manufacturers.

As I told you, the complete marketing team had resigned and joined our competitors. My immediate boss had proposed my name to Management and here I went at a day's notice. Incidently that was also my first flight. Office boy from Chennai office was supposed to come and receive me at airport, Before I left for Chennai, I knew that now Chennai office has only three people. One lady of middle age who looked after admin and accounts. One office boy, who ran errands and also worked as delivery boy. One person in Customer Support. There was no one in sales and marketing, all 3, one manager and two executives had defected. The lady was with the company since inception of Chennai office some 8 years back. The office was located at a lower middle class colony called Nugambakkam and the lady was briefed to arrange my stay in a hotel for 3-4 days and look for a suitable rented accomodation near office. The company had agreed to pay the rent and the immediate senior took the responsibility of disposing my wares in Delhi and transferring money and my bike to Chennai. Another promise was to give an advance of Rs. 60-70 thousands for buying basic amenities like TV Fridge bed etc in Chennai.

I was of the impression that 'Madrassi' are dark skinned and Chennai is hostile to North Indians, people preferring to speak in Tamil and not speak English even if they knew with North Indians.

I landed in Chennai in the afternoon of October. It was a hot and humid afternoon. I was to scan for a person by the name Gopalan who would be carrying a placard bearing my name. And then I saw a small and slim fair lady carrying a placard bearing my name in bold.

Her name was Gayathri Menon. She offered a hand and we shook hands. I was not very happy on reaching Chennai. But the lady was little cheerful. She negotiated with a taxi and my one big suitcase was hauled in the trunk. And we sat in the back of the taxi. Gopalan had gone to deliver some material, so she had come. Orders are so less now a days, we can't miss on deliveries was her comment.

Gayathri was fluent in Engish and Tamil, later I came to know she is equally fluent in Telugu and spoke Kannada and Malyalam as well. Anyways, my first question was how she is fair. So she happily replied that she is actually a Telugu ***** and married to a Menon who happens to be a Keralite but staying in Chennai. And even Tamilian and Keralite Brahmins are Fair Skinned. I had estimated her age to be around 37-38 but was astonished to know that she was 42. She was small, 5 ft 1 inch to be exact. Slim, later I came to know that her boobs were just 32B. She was wearing a Punjabi Suit sans Chunni or Dupatta. No cleavage was visible. She had jet black hair which were straight and came upto the middle of her lower back. On a closer look, she would have been pretty in her prime, I spoke to myself, "Khandhar bataate hai Imaarat Buland Thi" (By seeing the ruins one can make out that the structure was great)

She happily made me aware about the pathetic state of Chennai office and how the previous team had in last three months destroyed the market. How the Customer Service Engineer Suresh had to work overtime and how a big outstanding was there. How customers were refusing to pay, how dealers were behaving. On the personal front, her husband was not keeping well. He was high diabetic and had hypertension and had been through a by-pass. Her husband was also 10 years senior to him and it was a love marriage for her. She had a daughter of 15 years +, who had just joined 11th class. And she was the breadearner of the family.

When she spoke, I could notice that she had thin lips and ultrawhite teeth. She had made her eyebrows and wore light makeup. Her hair were properly made by clutching the hair from opposite sides in the center and letting the hair otherwise go straight down the back. She was accustomed to take good care of her. Her sandals looked worn out and her dress was also not very expensive. But strikingly she carried the same also very well. I had known from my Delhi team that she was a hardworker and was always abreast with developments in the market.

She spoke continuously till we reached office and even when Gopalan Served us coffee. The office was first floor of an independent house with independent entry via stairs from the front side of the house. Four iron steps were made which joined the cemented L shape stairs. It made our entry and exit from the building separate from the main gate. Office had two big rooms and the inner one was partitioned with wood and glass to convert it into two cabins. She showed me one of the cabin where manager sat and asked me to take the same place as sitting place. She used to sit in the other office which had files and her computer. The big glass between the two cabin meant we could see each other whole time. The outer room also had three workstations. One each for two executives and one for customer support. There were two toilets one at the entry and the other in the back side on her side of partition. There was a small store next to outer toilet and then a kitchenette.

The streets were narrow and she was updating me at a furious pace. She had shortlisted 4 houses for me, and she liked one very much, which was a first flloor in the adjacent street and had just one big room and a kitchen, store and toilet.A separate entry like our office and the owners did not object anyone consuming alcohol or meat in that floor. She was also sure of clinching it at a reasonable rent. However, for the night she had put me in a hotel nearby.


She also handed me a laptop which belonged to the manager. Her work station was facing my cabin and my chair was facing her cabin. The office had three set of keys, one for Gopalan, one for her and now one for me. She used to stay some two KM away and mostly came walking. I joked whether thats the reason for her slim figure. She was also the first to arrive around 10AM and had no qualms of staying late an mostly left after 7PM or later and she walked back, but if it was late she used to take an auto, which was more pain than walking she quipped.

So that day, it was nearly 8 by the time she dropped me to hotel and went back. I flipped through the channels in hotel and could not find anything of interest. Walked some had idlies and slept.

In the morning, I walked to my office at around 9.45 to be pleasantly surprised to see the woman in black and red saree opening the door of the office. She had let her hair loose and was looking much prettier.

Slowly with her help I started settling in for the day. I made few calls sitting in my office, while she sent Gopalan to fetch a new mobile number for me. I could see from the glass that while sitting on her PC she used to smile sometimes, also narrowed her eyebrows at time and even chuckled. This was intriguing. And when I complained that it is too much of a walk to smoke, she said I could smoke in the toilet in her cabin which had an exhaust fan and she did not mind afterall her husband was a smoker till he had an heart attack. She also asked me to seriously think about quitting.

While walking behind her, I came to know the reason of her change in facial expressions, she was also hooked on chatting on yahoo.

I thought to myself. This could be an easy catch, with her husband not in good health and she hooked on chatting, I was sure that she was/ could have been hungry for some sex.
To be continued......