Update on my health, unfortunately I'm not completely 100% better yet. Trying to focus on getting better and final exams that are quickly approaching so will not be able to update much on the blog for some time. But as soon as I get exams out of the way, I will resume to updating my previous fanfictions, especially Incomplete Life since I know it has been awhile since I've worked on that and I plan to wrap that story up as soon as possible. Please bear with me. I know I'm awful for keeping you all waiting, but I'm trying my best here. For now, here's the next installment for this story.
And please do give any suggestions for a title for this story since I can't figure out one for the life of me. I'd really appreciate it! Please do read and comment!
Part Five:
To: Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Fr: Anu Walia <flyinggirl@yahoo.com
Subject: Our Big Bro
Okay, I know that you are on the plane by now and won’t get this email till you arrive, but I have to tell you this now. I can’t wait till you come. Jigs also says that this will give you a good laugh.
So our Tarun “Bhaiya” has finally woken up after being passed out for nearly 48 hours. Picture this……
Setting: Private hospital room with personal doctors and nurses all set up by our mother of course. Grim father, anguished mother, pregnant sister, still crying soon-to-be Mrs. Toad face (will she ever shut up?), and cool and extremely attractive younger sister all gather around the patient’s bed. Toad face’s eyes flicker open and he gazes around the room dazedly as if he doesn’t know where he is (he so does, the bastard). He then looks to the anguished mother and says in a rather wimpy tone (if that is a turn on for Miz Chopra, then there is something seriously wrong with the woman) ….
Toad face: ….Mother?---Where am I?
Anguished mother gasps from delight and embraces the toad face looking patient (geez, his hair line really is receding. Is that from Dad’s side or from Mom’s? You think that’s going to happen to us too when we hit that age?)
Anguished mother: Oh Tarun darling, you made us all so worried about you…. (cool and extremely attractive younger sister snorts which earns a glare from the anguished mother)
Toad face: (carrying on in that wimpy voice) ….but what happened?
Anguished mother continues without missing a heartbeat while stroking his receding, graying hair (I seriously do wonder what’s so special about Tarun that makes Ma all gaga about him)
Anguished mother: You had a stroke dear, now hush…. Don’t waste all your energy speaking… You have to rest…. (Ha, that’s a joke. What the hell was he doing for the past two days if it wasn’t resting is what I’d like to know)
Grim father: Your mother is right. Take it easy, Tarun. (I’m shocked---this is the first time Dad has said that Ma is right about something. He’s so going to regret saying that later.)
Toad face: …. Where’s…. Pia? (he asks as if he can’t see his equally toad looking girlfriend[soon to be fiancée I’m assuming] right in front of him, crying those stupid fake tears of hers. I swear I saw her put some drops in her eyes earlier)
Still crying soon-to-be Mrs. Toad face steps forward and sits down beside him on the edge of the bed while taking his hands into her own. (Ew, why would anyone want to touch him? Besides Ma of course.)
Still crying soon-to-be Mrs. Toad face: I’m right here Tarun, darling…. (choking over her stupid tears---good, I hope she does. It’ll give us all some peace and quiet for at least a minute)
Toad face: ….. Pia… don’t cry my darling (gag, I’m so going to be sick). I’m sorry…. I probably caused you a lot of distress, didn’t I?
Still crying soon-to-be Mrs. Toad face: Of course not…. I love you Tarun…. I’m always going to be here for you for better or for worse… (oh god, I’m seriously going to hurl. That was a wedding vow, wasn’t it? It sounded like a wedding vow. And omg, you had to have seen Ma’s face when she heard that. Her face practically beamed. No worries about her being impressed by her future DIL)
Toad face: I love you so much, Pia….
Toad face and still crying soon-to-be Mrs. Toad face share a heated embrace---completely neglecting the fact that grim father, anguished mother, pregnant sister, and cool and extremely attractive younger sister are still in the room. Cool and extremely attractive younger sister wonders how still crying soon-to-be Mrs. Toad face can stand looking at Toad face for so long without having her eyes burn.
Pregnant sister: Now, now, you two lovebirds… This is a PG-rated room…. (I just love Jiggy, don’t you?)
Toad face and still crying soon-to-be Mrs. Toad face quickly spring apart. Toad face finally pays attention to the rest of the people in the room. As well as to himself.
Toad face: … Mother, I can’t feel the left side of my arm…..
Handsome, hunky, and hopefully single doctor with a nice tush comes walking in after being summoned for by anguished mother. He seems to want to kill himself just about now. (Can’t blame him really, now can we? Who wouldn’t after being harassed nonstop by someone like our mother for the past two days?)
When handsome, hunky, and hopefully single doctor with a nice tush speaks in that sexy, drawling tone of his---it makes cool and extremely attractive younger sister forget all about her worthless boyfriend and want to jump his bones. Maybe she can when he is off duty. She will have to check later.
Handsome, hunky, and hopefully single doctor with a nice tush: It is normal for your left side to be left paralyzed as a side effect from a stroke, Mr. Walia. But we will handle that and with no time you will regain full use of your arm. It will just require some therapy. (he says after examining a now whining Tarun---what a wuss, geez)
He then walks away and I kid you not, throws cool and extremely attractive younger sister a wink before leaving the room. Cool and extremely attractive younger sister now has even more reason to go meet him later.
Toad face: This is preposterous…. I can’t be paralyzed…. And I can’t be in recovery for the next few months… I have to get back to work….(typical of Tarun to say----always making himself seem much more important than he really is.)
Anguished mother: Now Tarun dear, don’t stress yourself over work…. Your father will handle it, won’t you Uday?
Grim father (Also looking like if he wants to shoot himself, but that’s nothing new. He always looks like that whenever Ma speaks): Yes, I have it all under control. Just focus on recovering fully, Tarun. That should be your first concern. You don’t worry about the business.
Toad face: But what the hell am I going to do cooped up in this place for so long? I’ve got work to do and places to be. (He thinks waaaayyyy too highly of himself. Someone needs to deflate his fat head.)
Grim father: Tarun, cool it, okay? The business will be handled. Now stop whining. (Way to go Dad, jail really did make him more snarkier than he already was.)
And that pretty much settles it all, except Toad face continues to sulk and whine with Mrs. Toad face (she finally stopped crying---hurray!!!) showering him with kisses (I feel my dinner coming up) in order to appease him.
So there you have it. You should have been there, really. It was just so comical. Me and Jigs just couldn’t stop laughing. Tarun’s a damn good actor (with how he was trying to act all naïve and all)---he should have gone into the acting industry instead of the family business. I’m sure he’d reach higher heights of success by now.
Anu
p.s. Aditya Jiju stayed home with the kids. Jigs told me that he absolutely refused to come and that if he had to stay around our family for any longer he’d shoot himself. Poor guy, he’s far too much of a nice guy to be mixed up with us Walias.
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To: Meera Khandelwal <meera4u@hotmail.com
Fr: Pia Chopra <ms.chopra@yahoo.com
Subject: Tarun
Well, he’s awake, finally. I’m getting real tired of this crying act. Thanks for the Glycerin --- they really did work. Now I can go home and sleep in peace. There is no way that his stupid mother can keep me here for any longer.
Pia
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To: Bani Dixit <bani.dixit@wgi.com
Fr: Rano Sharma <rano.sharma@wgi.com
Subject: Why the hell are you so
happy this morning? And please explain to me why you are humming? You are making me nauseous---cut it out.
Rano
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To: Rano Sharma <rano.sharma@wgi.com
Fr: Bani Dixit <bani.dixit@wgi.com
Re: Why the hell are you so
My happiness makes you nauseous? Some friend you are, Rano. And how can I not be happy? It’s Friday which means after work I can go home soak in the bathtub and enjoy the weekend off. The weekends are the things that keep me sane, you know.
Bani
p.s. Oh and it helps that I have my favorite grand caramel frap with me this morning J
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To: Bani Dixit <bani.dixit@wgi.com
Fr: Rano Sharma <rano.sharma@wgi.com
Re: Why the hell are you so
Um, sorry to burst your bubble, but you can soak in the bathtub some other night because you are coming to my place for dinner, remember? And don’t you dare bail out on me. I’ll go crazy if it’s just going to be me, Ranveer, and the in-laws. I’ll steal the damn key to the storage room if I have to and get myself shit drunk.
Rano
p.s. No fair----where’d you get the time to go and get a frap this morning? You barely make it to work on time to begin with.
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To: Rano Sharma <rano.sharma@wgi.com
Fr: Bani Dixit <bani.dixit@wgi.com
Re: Why the hell are you so
Oh rats. Okay, so I temporarily forgot. But I’ll be there. Don’t worry.
Bani
p.s. I have my ways.
p.p.s. Now quit emailing me----I’m seriously slammed with a lot of work to do. Cobra may be gone physically, but god knows I can never be rid of her.
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To: Ranveer Sharma <rsharma_01@gmail.com
Fr: Bani Dixit <bani.dixit@wgi.com
Subject: You rock
Thanks for the frap! I can’t believe you remembered. J
Bani
p.s. Where did you hide the storage room key?
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To: Bani Dixit <bani.dixit@wgi.com
Fr: Ranveer Sharma <rsharma_01@gmail.com
Re: You rock
I keep my word.
Ranveer
p.s. Why? What makes you ask? Is Rano asking you?
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To: Ranveer Sharma <rsharma_01@gmail.com
Fr: Bani Dixit <bani.dixit@wgi.com
Re: You rock
No, but she did say that she’d steal the key if she had to which just implies that she knows where it is. I’d keep a close watch over it if I was you.
Bani
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To: Bani Dixit <bani.dixit@wgi.com, Rano Sharma <rano.sharma@wgi.com
Fr: Pushkar Shukla <pushkar.shukla@wgi.com
Subject: Lunch at the café?
I think I deserve it after what you ladies made me pull yesterday last minute. That was thirty minutes taken off from my time to get ready for my date last night (which went great, if you know what I mean).
I feel bad for the boy---he was already feeling emasculated by your continuous refusal, Buns, but now he must feel absolutely worthless since I beat him. A heterosexual man losing to a homosexual----imagine that. I bet he doesn’t feel so macho anymore. He he.
Pushkar
p.s. Is it twisted that I felt kind of turned on when we were arm wrestling? He has very nice biceps and forearms.
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To: Pushkar Shukla <pushkar.shukla@wgi.com
Fr: Bani Dixit <bani.dixit@wgi.com
Re: Lunch?
Sure thing----it’s on me. It’s the least I can do for what you did for me. I’ll even get you a treat for the bonus of emasculating him.
Bani
p.s. How you can get turned on during an arm wrestle is beyond me.
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To: Pushkar Shukla <pushkar.shukla@wgi.com
Fr: Rano Sharma <rano.sharma@wgi.com
Re: Lunch?
You’re on pretty boy.
Rano
p.s. It’s so typical of you to be checking out a man in any given situation. Get a hold of yourself, Pushkar. You’re even worse than a woman.
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To: Daksh Randheria <daksh.randheria@wgi.com
Fr: Sonali Malhotra <sonali.malhotra@wgi.com
Subject: Yesterday’s match
Oh Daksh darling, cheer up, will you? You are all man. Don’t start doubting your capabilities, dear. How could you know that Pushkar body builds as a hobby? And who would have thought too---considering that he’s gay and all.
Sonali
p.s. Fancy having lunch at Blue Moo’s?
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To: Pushkar Shukla <pushkar.shukla@wgi.com
Fr: Daksh Randheria <daksh.randheria@wgi.com
Subject: For the record
You did not beat me, okay? I was distracted by the way Sonali was all over me. How could I put up a fight when she was in the way?
Daksh
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To: Daksh Randheria <daksh.randheria@wgi.com
Fr: Pushkar Shukla <pushkar.shukla@wgi.com
Re: For the record
Whatever you say, handsome. ----Fancy a rematch any time soon?
Cheers,
Pushkar
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To: Anu Walia <flyinggirl@yahoo.com
Fr: Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Re: Our Big Bro
You ever thought about becoming a writer? ---You have a knack for storytelling.
And you’re right; it did give me a good laugh. Typical family moment. It makes it even more typical since I wasn’t there.
Jai
p.s. You can say goodbye to that hunky, single tush or whatever it is doctor if you so much as look at him. And that’s not a threat. That’s a promise.
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To: Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Fr: Anu Walia <flyinggirl@yahoo.com
Re: Our Big Bro
Dude, aren’t you supposed to be in the air or something? How the hell are you writing this to me?
Anu
p.s. Oh, I did more than just look, alright----so much more. And there’s nothing you can do about it because you don’t know anything about him except that he has a nice tush. Plus, he’s a doctor so you have no authority to speak to him in his hospital. Besides, he’s not the only doctor that’s on Tarun’s case. And I doubt you will be scanning the hospital for male doctors and checking out their backsides---unless you know, you’re gay. That’d explain why you haven’t gotten married yet.
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To: Anu Walia <flyinggirl@yahoo.com
Fr: Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Re: Our Big Bro
What the hell do you mean you did more than just look? Tell me that you didn’t do anything more than just speak to that sicko.
And I have other ways of finding out who that pervert of a doctor is besides checking out every male doctor’s backside. I’m an investigating journalist, don’t you forget that.
Jai
p.s. Jesus Christ. Why is everyone on my back about getting married? I’m only 33, dammit. Cut me some slack. Here in America, that’s considered to be relatively young. And I’m not even going to comment on the gay thing. It’s too ridiculous.
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To: Jigyasa Bali <jiggypoo@hotmail.com
Fr: Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Subject: The little hippie
You tell me that creep of a doctor’s name right now, Jigs. Or there will be some very bad consequences.
Jai
p.s. I’m not coming to stay with you. Get over it.
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To: Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Fr: Jigyasa Bali <jiggypoo@hotmail.com
Re: The little hippie
My, my Jai. Are you using that blackberry of yours while up in the air? Aren’t you a crime journalist? Don’t you know that you’re not supposed to be using electronic devices while on a plane? Or did you miss the demonstration by the flight attendants before taking off?
I’m assuming that the little hippie you are referring to is our little sister, Anu, and I’m guessing you found out about the hunky, handsome, and hopefully single doctor with a nice tush (he really does have a nice tush).
I did try to stop her, you know, considering that he’s over a decade older than her. But the girl is uncontrollable nowadays. She’s not as naïve as she used to be. You remember when we told her that she’d die if she even kissed a boy? That kept her lips tight shut for a while. That is until she hit puberty at 15 (poor thing was a bit of late bloomer compared to her big sis).
And come on Jai, she’s twenty. You can’t keep on being so protective about her. She’s older now and what’s the harm in having some fun now and then? I do hope that you are not under the impression that our little Anu is still innocent. Don’t you know that she got frisky at that party she snuck out to in the middle of the night, remember?----In fact, she was around your age too when she lost her flower. So cool it okay? She’s a big girl now. Not so smart, I agree, but she’s bigger.
Jigs
p.s. Why the hell not?! Do you want your pregnant sister to get down on her knees and beg you? Is that what you want?----You’re so bloody cruel.
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To: Jigyasa Bali <jiggypoo@hotmail.com
Fr: Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Re: The little hippie
She did not lose her virginity at sixteen. You are kidding me. Right? Please tell me that you are joking.
And the damned airline doesn’t have to know that I’m using my blackberry. Besides, we haven’t crashed yet----I hardly think it’s as harming as they make it out to be.
Jai
p.s. Tell me his name, Jigs, or I’ll tell Adi just how much fun you really had at your bachelorette party.
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To: Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Fr: Jigyasa Bali <jiggypoo@hotmail.com
Re: The little hippie
Dr. Vikram Gupta. You happy now, bastard? Don’t tell Anu that I told you.
Jigs
p.s. I’m not joking.
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To: Anu Walia <flyinggirl@yahoo.com
Fr: Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Subject: You are so dead
Along with that son of a bitch Dr. Vikram Gupta.
Jai
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To: Vikram Gupta <vikgupta@gmail.com
Fr: Anu Walia <flyinggirl@yahoo.com
Subject: Problem
Vik, serious problem. My brother sorta kinda knows about what went on between us in the supply room. If I was you, I’d switch cases or take the day off. Actually take the whole week off. Or you know, transferring to a different hospital would be the best option for you now.
Your sexy fox,
Anu
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To: Anu Walia <flyinggirl@yahoo.com
Fr: Vikram Gupta <vikgupta@gmail.com
Re: problem
What do you mean your brother knows what happened? He was passed out cold---and not to mention unable to move from his bed because he’s paralyzed---how the fuck did he find out?
Vik
p.s. Did you really mean what you said about my tush?
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To: Vikram Gupta <vikgupta@gmail.com
Fr: Anu Walia <flyinggirl@yahoo.com
Re: Problem
Not him, my other brother.
Anu
p.s. Oh yeah.
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To: Rano Sharma <sharmagirl@hotmail.com
Fr: Bani Dixit <freebirdy@yahoo.com
Subject: Come on
It wasn’t that bad. Really. I think you over exaggerate about Ranveer’s parents. They’re truly wonderful. And Sharma Uncle was just kidding----you took it too personally.
Bani
p.s. Dinner was delicious. Where’d you order it from? And how the hell did you sneak it in by the in-laws?
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To: Bani Dixit <freebirdy@yahoo.com
Fr: Rano Sharma <sharmagirl@hotmail.com
Re: Come on
It was terrible. I do not over exaggerate. And he called me FAT!!! How do I not take it personally?!
Rano
p.s. Why do you assume that I ordered it?! Am I not capable of making delicious food?!
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To: Rano Sharma <sharmagirl@hotmail.com
Fr: Bani Dixit <freebirdy@yahoo.com
Re: Come on
It so wasn’t terrible. I had fun! We all had a good time and shared some good laughs. You’re the only one who was too stubborn to enjoy. And he DIDN’T call you fat!
Bani
p.s. Rano, please. Who are you trying to fool?
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To: Bani Dixit <freebirdy@yahoo.com
Fr: Rano Sharma <sharmagirl@hotmail.com
Re: Come on
I believe his exact words were “Whoa there Rano, at the rate you’re eating, we’d have to get you a bigger seat”. He blatantly said in front of everyone that I’m fat or at least getting fat. So excuse me if I took it as an offense.
Rano
p.s. God fine, I got it from Addi’s Tandoor. And it was easy, I made Ranveer take his parents outside for a walk saying that it was a wonderful weather while the delivery boy came by and I got rid of all the boxes before they got back.
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To: Rano Sharma <sharmagirl@hotmail.com
Fr: Bani Dixit <freebirdy@yahoo.com
Re: Come on
Well of course you’re going to gain weight, Rano, you’re pregnant for god’s sakes!
Bani
p.s. You little sneak.
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Part Six:
To: Pia Chopra <ms.chopra@yahoo.com
Your snookie lips,
Tarun
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Part Seven:
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Part Six:
To:
Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Fr:
Krishna Walia <krishnawalia@yahoo.com
Subject:
This evening
Jai,
Unlike
the rest of your family members, I for one did not find your prank amusing. You
know how your brother gets around flowers and yet you brought him those daises.
And do not give me the excuse that you did not know. Having lived with your
brother for years, I find it hard to believe that you were not aware of his
allergy considering that you often left flowers on your brother’s pillow for
the pleasure of tormenting him. Seriously Jai, when will you learn that your
behavior is simply immature? You are thirty-three now yet you continue to
behave like a three-year old. I expected that living abroad for so many years
would change you, but then again, I was wrong like always when concerning you.
Your
mother,
Krishna Walia
Krishna Walia
p.s.
You are lucky that Dr. Gupta isn’t going to sue after what you pulled today.
What were you thinking attacking a doctor like that? And for what reasons, may
I ask?
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To:
Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Fr:
Aditya Bali <adityabali@gmail.com
Subject:
Today
Hey
man, let me say again that it was great seeing you after so long. It’s been
months since we’ve last seen you. The girls were real happy with their presents
so thanks for that. But I don’t think Jigyasa appreciates it much that you got
them an easy bake oven----it just puts more work on her to clean after them
(that’s her complaint, not mine).
And
can I just ask----where the hell did that punch come from? What were you
thinking? You could have gotten a lawsuit on your hands. And no offense, you
don’t have the money to compensate for it. Also taking into consideration of
your relationship with your parents, I hardly think they’d be willing to pay
for it.
Adi
p.s.
Cricket match at my place? Or have those Americans brainwashed you into
football instead?
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To:
Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Fr:
Jigyasa Bali <jiggypoo@hotmail.com
Subject:
Doctor with the nice tush
Well
way to go. Anu can’t stop crying now. She’s whining about how you’ve ruined her
chances of marrying the rich doctor (she’s delusional if she thinks that just
because they messed around a little bit, they’re going to get married). And she
says that she absolutely hates you. But that’s okay, I was always your favorite
sister anyway. Is she really going to be a loss? (Don’t tell her that I said
that)
Dr.
Gupta has pulled himself out of the case---so thanks a lot. Now you’ve driven
away my eye candy. He was the only reason why I even come to the hospital to
see Tarun in the first place. (Chill out, I didn’t have plans to get naughty
with the guy like our hippie sister did. Besides, I doubt he’d want to get with
a married, six-month pregnant woman anyways. That’d totally complicate things.)
As for
what you did to Tarun, I’m pretty sure that act alone is cutting you out of the
family portrait so you can finally congratulate yourself. Wanna celebrate at my
house tomorrow over dinner? The girls want to see their favorite uncle again
and I need my black sheep of a brother around to keep Ma from keeping her word
of moving in tomorrow. You’ll do at least that much for your big sis, won’t
you?
Jigs
p.s.
You look great now that you shave on a regular basis (I understand that women
dug that whole scruffy look, but it’s nice to see your actual face now) And boy
is my brother getting handsomer with age! Thank your stars that you took after
Daddy and not Ma---Tarun being a prime example of Ma’s horrible genes.
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To:
Aditya Bali <adityabali@gmail.com
Fr:
Jigyasa Bali <jiggypoo@yahoo.com
Subject:
Emergency!
Sweetie,
will you get me more ice cream? And this time the mint chocolate chip? I’m
getting a little tired of the Rocky Road.
Love
you,
Your
Jiggy Poo
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To: Jigyasa Bali <jiggypoo@yahoo.com
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To: Jigyasa Bali <jiggypoo@yahoo.com
Fr:
Aditya Bali <adityabali@gmail.com
Re:
Emergency!
Are
you serious, Jigyasa? You are emailing me when we are under the same roof? And
I think you are seriously mistaken about what I meant by emergency. Now knock
it off, I’ve got work to do. Money doesn’t just rain from the sky, you know.
Your husband actually has to work for it.
Adi
p.s.
Where do you suppose I am to get mint chocolate chip at this hour anyway?
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To:
Aditya Bali <adityabali@gmail.com
Fr:
Jigyasa Bali <jiggypoo@yahoo.com
Re:
Emergency!
THIS
IS AN EMERGENCY YOU INSENSITIVE JERK! I AM SIX MONTHS PREGNANT WITH YOUR CHILD
WHO IS HELL BENT ON GIVING ME A HARD TIME BY KICKING MY RIBS CONTINOUSLY AND
YOU ARE WORRIED ABOUT YOUR STUPID WORK?!!! IF I DON’T GET MY ICE CREAM IN
FIFTEEN MINUTES, I AM GOING TO SCREAM BLOODY MURDER AND WAKE UP ALL THE
NEIGHBORS! SO YOU GET OFF YOUR LAZY ASS, ADITYA BALI, MARCH TO THE CAR, AND
PICK ME UP SOME DAMN MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP ICE CREAM! I DON’T CARE WHERE YOU GET
IT FROM, JUST GET IT! GOT IT?!
Love
you,
Jigs
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To:
Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Fr:
Uday Walia <udaywalia@gmail.com
Subject:
Business
Jai,
I’m
glad that you understood the matter at hand and are willing to take your
brother’s place for some time till he gets well. I know that this will
interfere with your own work, but the family business needs you now. You always
had a knack for business, you are an intelligent man (brighter than that dimwit
brother of yours anyway), which is why I was disappointed by the career path
you had chosen, but I’ve learnt to deal with it. And don’t worry; you will earn
the exact income that your brother does. You are after all going to be running
WGI in his absence. I trust you know how to handle things on your own. Do not
listen to what your mother says, you are a capable man. She is just too far up
Tarun’s ass to see that.
Your
father,
Uday
Walia
p.s. I
hope you’re not depending on your mother and me to take care of that lawsuit
you single handedly are responsible for if the doctor decides to sue.
_________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________
To:
Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Fr:
Anu Walia <flyinggirl@yahoo.com
Subject:
I hope you’re happy
Because
I’m not. Vik says he never wants to speak to me again all thanks to you. What
were you thinking when you punched him? I love him! You had no right to hit
him. What me and Vik do is none of your business!
Anu
p.s. I
hate you.
_________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________
To:
Vikram Gupta <vikgupta@gmail.com
Fr: Anu
Walia <flyinggirl@yahoo.com
Subject:
Vik, please
I’ve
already apologized for what my brother did. And you can’t say that I didn’t
warn you. I told you many times, but were you willing to listen?
Please
stop ignoring me. Are you just going to throw away what we shared like it was
nothing? You know it wasn’t nothing just as much as I know it.
Besides,
the punch wasn’t so bad. I mean, it’s not like he’s disfigured your face. What
do you have to be so iffy about? I can make it up to you if you want.
Love,
Anu
p.s.
Call me.
_________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________
To:
Uday Walia <udaywalia@gmail.com
Fr:
Krishna Walia <krishnawalia@yahoo.com
Subject:
You are unbelievable
You
just can’t wait one second to get away, can you? You got out of jail not even a
week and the first place you go to is Vijay’s? And now when your son is
critically ill and practically on his death bed, instead of being with your
loved ones, once again you’ve fled off to that damned man’s house. I’ve had
enough of your indifference, Uday. I’m your wife and the mother of your
children. I resent this treatment of yours. It’s high time that you stop
running off every chance you get and be with your family for a change.
Your
wife,
Krishna
Walia
p.s. You
can say goodbye to your precious sofa chair if you spend another night at
Vijay’s.
_________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________
To:
Krishna Walia <krishnawalia@yahoo.com
Fr:
Uday Walia <udaywalia@gmail.com
Re:
You are unbelievable
Your
precious son isn’t on the death bed. So quit it with the unnecessary drama,
Krishna. I’m frankly tired of it and of you for the matter. You would think
jail would be the most miserable time for a man but I found peace since I was
away from your damned nagging. So bug off and go schedule another botox
appointment. I saw a wrinkle today.
Your
husband,
Uday
Walia
p.s.
You do that and your favorite pearl earrings are going down the toilet. Oh and
don’t even bother hiding them. I’m going to find them either way.
_________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________
To:
Krishna Walia <krishnawalia@yahoo.com
Fr:
Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Re:
This evening
What
can I say? Once a disappointment, always a disappointment.
Your
three-year old son,
Jai
_________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________
To:
Aditya Bali <adityabali@gmail.com
Fr:
Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Re:
Today
No
offense taken. And I guess I did kinda luck out that he didn’t press charges.
But whatever, if given the chance, I’d punch him again.
Jai
p.s.
And none of that prejudice of yours against my people, alright? Cricket sounds
good. Even though I do prefer football better.
_________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________
To:
Jigyasa Bali <jiggypoo@hotmail.com
Fr:
Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Re: Doctor
with a nice tush
Give
her a couple of days and she’ll bounce right back. You know her. Some other guy
will hold her interest. I just hope it’s someone near her age. I can’t go
beating older, pervert doctors all the time, now can I?
And
really Jigs----checking out the very pervert who had his bug eyes on our little
sister? That is wrong on so many levels.
You
really think I’m out of the portrait for good? After all these years my hard
work has finally paid off. And boy do I ever want to celebrate. I’m making a
damned speech too. Make sure you invite the rest of our family and especially Ma,
I want her to be the guest of honor.
Jai
p.s.
You swear that the most they did was kiss? Nothing more, right? I don’t have to
go back looking for him, do I?
_________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________
To:
Anu Walia <flyinggirl@yahoo.com
Fr:
Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Re: I
hope you’re happy
You’re
a romantic fool, Anu, if you think you’re in love with this guy and that he
loves you back. Let me tell you a fact about men----all they want is sex. And
after they get that, they leave you to go chase after some other tail. I did
you a favor.
Jai
_________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________
To:
Anu Walia <flyinggirl@yahoo.com
Fr:
Vikram Gupta <vikgupta@gmail.com
Re:
Vik, please
He
broke my nose and jaw----I lost a tooth dammit! A PERMANENT tooth! I have to
get a fake tooth put in now all because of your damned brother!
So as an
answer to your pleas, no, I never want to see you again. Besides, you’re not my
type.
Vik
_________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________
To:
Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Fr:
Anu Walia <flyinggirl@yahoo.com
Subject:
Vikram Radhe Gupta
He has
a break in between surgeries at 3 in the afternoon. He’ll be in his
office---number 2407. And don’t worry about getting a lawsuit on your hands
this time around, he wouldn’t dare. Or else he has a lot of explaining to do to
his wife and kid.
Anu
p.s. I
don’t hate you.
_________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________
To:
Anu Walia <flyinggirl@yahoo.com
Fr:
Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Re:
Vikram Radhe Gupta
Christ
Anu, he is married? What the hell is wrong with you!
And I
don’t even want to know why you knew about his break in the first place. But
I’ll be there.
Jai
_________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________
To:
Annalise White <annalise.white@thenyjournal.com
Fr:
Jai Walia <jai.walia@thenyjournal.com
Subject:
Extension
Hey Beautiful,
I need a favor. You probably already heard from
Kevin about my week leave since my brother is ill and I had to make a trip to
see him. Well it seems it’s going to take a while for him to recover and a
situation has risen. Can’t desert my family when they need
me, right? So I’m asking for an extension on my leave. Maybe up to a month at
least? You understand, don’t you?
Let me
know.
Jai
_________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________
To:
Uday Walia <udaywalia@gmail.com
Fr:
Krishna Walia <krishnawalia@yahoo.com
Subject:
The business
Uday,
What
you had suggested at dinner is preposterous. How could you even ask Jai to take
his brother’s place in the company? He will crash and burn Walia Group of
Industries down to the ground. How could you entrust the business to him? Have
you forgotten that he is just a low, small-time reporter? What would he know
about taking charge of such a grand industry?
I
think your track of thinking has gone down the gutter after having rotten in
prison for nine years. You call up Aditya right now and tell him that he will
take over until Tarun recovers.
Krishna Walia
_________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________
To:
Krishna Walia <krishnawalia@yahoo.com
Fr:
Uday Walia <udaywalia@gmail.com
Re:
The business
It
wasn’t a suggestion, Krishna. It’s my final decision. And no one, let alone
you, is going to change my mind. And have you forgotten that our son had
completed his MBA? It was only after then that he chose to become a journalist
(not reporter) in order to spite us---particularly you.
I
would take your opinion far more seriously if you actually gave a damn about
the business. All you ever do is blow off my hard-earned money on your stupid
appointments so you can look like someone you are clearly not. You’re sixty-four,
Krishna. Deal with it.
And are
you insane? Aditya has his own business to worry about. You can’t expect him to
step in.
Uday Walia
_________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________
To:
Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Fr:
Jigyasa Bali <jiggypoo@hotmail.com
Subject:
Family dinner
I for
one loved your speech. I thought it was perfect for the occasion. And be
grateful that I managed to get her away from Tarun for a good couple of hours
so she could be the guest of honor. I don’t think she took your digs at her
well though. Did you see how tight lipped she was the whole time? Oh and can’t
forget when her whole face got red with anger when Dad announced you’re going
to be stepping in Tarun’s shoes for some time. I seriously thought she’d throw
the butter knife at Daddy.
And
thanks sooooo much that you decided to come! Your presence alone completely
changed Ma’s decision of moving in. She told me later before leaving that she
thought I’ll be fine on my own and there’s always Aditya to look after me. I
think she knows that you’re going to be around more often so keeping away is
the only way to avoid you. I so owe you for this.
Jigs
p.s. She’s
lying. She’s so planning on cutting you out of the portrait. Anu told me that
Ma called up the photographer yesterday and talked about it. So don’t worry,
you’re definitely out. :)
_________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________
To:
Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Fr:
Aditya Bali <adityabali@gmail.com
Subject:
Today’s dinner
Good
one with the speech. I wish I had a camera and taken a picture of your mother’s
face---especially when your father told everyone that you’re taking Tarun’s
place in the business. I’m sure she was debating whether to plunge the knife in
her hand into Dad’s chest. You know with how he’s letting you take Tarun’s “rightful”
place and all.
Adi
p.s.
It’s no fun watching cricket with you anymore. You’re too damned Americanized.
_________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________
To:
Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Fr: Anu
Walia <flyinggirl@yahoo.com
Subject:
Dinner
It’s
official. I saw Ma examining the portrait and wondering from what angle you
should be cut off so it won’t look obvious that there’s something amiss or
SOMEONE in particular amiss.
I
loved your speech by the way. Totally made it worth coming to the dinner after
all.
Anu
p.s. I saw Vik
today and had the pleasure of seeing the left side of his face bruised. I'd
love to know how he's going to explain that to his wife. He of course ran off
when he saw me like a little scared girl. And to think I thought he was so
macho. Anyways, I so love you! You’re the best big brother ever!
_________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________
To:
Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Fr:
Krishna Walia <krishnawalia@yahoo.com
Subject:
Your little speech
If you
wanted yourself out of that portrait so much, you should have just told me
instead of making such a spectacle in front of the whole family. I would have
done that favor years ago.
Krishna
Walia
_________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________
To: Uday Walia <udaywalia@gmail.com
Fr: Tarun Walia <TarunWalia@gmail.com
Subject: Jai
Father, I hardly count Jai as a reliable man to handle the
business in my absence. It's insane really to suggest first of all. What does
he know is what I want to ask? I've been CEO for the last nine years and WGI
hasn't ever seen greater success under my authority. I should have a say in who
will be handling my company.
As it is, he never cared for our family in the first place. Why do
you expect he'd care for the family business? He was always a disappointment
Dad, nothing's changed about him now.
Tarun
_________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________
To: Tarun Walia <TarunWalia@gmail.com
Fr: Uday Walia <udaywalia@gmail.com
Re: Jai
I'm assuming your mother told you about my decision. Figures. The
woman can't keep her mouth shut to save her life. Well Tarun, all I have to say
to you is to quit it with your sissy whining and get over yourself. I don't
particularly give a damn what you or your mother think. WGI is and always has
been my company and I am making Jai in charge so learn to deal with it.
Your father,
Uday
p.s. How in the world are you writing this email to me?
_________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________
To:
Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Fr:
Tarun Walia <TarunWalia@gmail.com
Subject:
WGI
Listen
to me you little fuckhead. If you dare do any funny business while acting in MY
place in MY company, I swear to god I’ll finish you off. I’ll wring your stupid
little neck and bash your head open. Got it?
Tarun
p.s. I
should have known you’d attack me when I’m most vulnerable. You’re a real
bastard for bringing those daisies yesterday when you know I’m allergic.
_________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________
To:
Tarun Walia <TarunWalia@gmail.com
Fr:
Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Re:
WGI
So
pretty much, you’ll do no harm to me at all? Who are you trying to fool, Tarun?
You are incapable of causing any physical injury just as much as you are incompetent
to please any lover of yours, i.e., your long list of ex-girlfriends.
Your
bastard of a brother,
Jai
p.s.
How the hell are you even writing this to me? Aren’t you supposed to be
paralyzed?
_________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________
To:
Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Fr:
Tarun Walia <TarunWalia@gmail.com
Re:
WGI
Go
fuck yourself.
Tarun
_________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________
To:
Tarun Walia <TarunWalia@gmail.com
Fr:
Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Re:
WGI
Your brotherly love touches my heart sometimes.
Jai
_________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________
To: Pia Chopra <ms.chopra@yahoo.com
Fr:
Tarun Walia <TarunWalia@gmail.com
Subject:
My brother
Pia
Darling,
I’m
going to need you to keep a close eye on my brother. He absolutely hates me and
will do anything to make my life miserable and I fear that the company is at
risk now that he’s going to be taking over. He’s joining the office on Monday
itself. I can count on you, can’t I?
Your snookie lips,
Tarun
p.s. I apologize for my family. They are a bunch of lunatics. I
hope they didn't trouble you too much?
p.p.s. If you’re wondering, I’ve paid a nurse to write this all
down for me. I am still unfortunately paralyzed on my left side.
_________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________
To:
Tarun Walia <TarunWalia@gmail.com
Fr: Pia
Chopra <ms.chopra@yahoo.com
Re: My
brother
Of
course. You can always count on me, darling. I’ll look after him, don’t worry.
Your
poo bear,
Pia
p.s. Your family was charming. Really, no trouble at all.
p.p.s. Poor baby, don’t worry, the paralysis will be gone in some
time.
_________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________
To:
Meera Khandelwal <meera4u@hotmail.com
Fr:
Pia Chopra <ms.chopra@yahoo.com
Subject:
Tarun’s brother
God,
my only escape from these damned Walias is ruined. Tarun’s younger brother is
joining the office on Monday. I haven’t met him yet, but I hear he’s positively
awful from Tarun. And I’m not doubting his words since the rest of his family
are absolute psychos. Now I have to babysit him to make sure he doesn’t do
anything stupid while in charge. Seriously, the things I have to do in order to
get a ring on my finger.
Pia
p.s.
Care to join me in getting a manicure and pedicure tomorrow? I need to be
pampered after the ordeal I’ve been through. Let me know by tomorrow morning.
I’m going to catch up on my sleep now.
_________________________________________________________________________________
Part Seven:
To:
Rano Sharma <sharmagirl@hotmail.com
Fr:
Bani Dixit <freebirdy@yahoo.com
Subject:
Rise and shine sunshine!
It’s
great weather outside! Come on, let’s enjoy the Sunday morning and go jogging
together. It’ll be so refreshing!
Bani
_______________________________________________________________________________
_______________________________________________________________________________
To:
Bani Dixit <freebirdy@yahoo.com
Fr:
Rano Sharma <sharmagirl@hotmail.com
Re:
Rise and shine sunshine!
You’re
crazy if you think that I’m going to go jogging on a Sunday morning instead of
staying in bed and eating yummy pancakes.
Rano
_______________________________________________________________________________
_______________________________________________________________________________
To:
Rano Sharma <sharmagirl@hotmail.com
Fr:
Bani Dixit <freebirdy@yahoo.com
Re:
Rise and shine sunshine!
Rano,
stop being a bum! Besides, jogging and staying fit will be good for the baby!
Bani
p.s.
I’ll reward you afterwards.
______________________________________________________________________________
______________________________________________________________________________
To:
Bani Dixit <freebirdy@yahoo.com
Fr:
Rano Sharma <sharmagirl@hotmail.com
Re:
Rise and shine sunshine!
Actually,
eating yummy pancakes and getting fat will be good for the baby. So no, I’m not
going.
Rano
p.s.
What kind of reward?
______________________________________________________________________________
______________________________________________________________________________
To:
Rano Sharma <sharmagirl@hotmail.com
Fr:
Bani Dixit <freebirdy@yahoo.com
Re:
Rise and shine sunshine!
Your
favorite blue berry muffin from Starbucks ;)
Bani
______________________________________________________________________________
To:
Bani Dixit <freebirdy@yahoo.com
Fr:
Rano Sharma <sharmagirl@hotmail.com
Re:
Rise and shine sunshine!
As
tempting as that sounds, I’m still going to say no.
Rano
_____________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________
To:
Ranveer Sharma <rsharma_01@gmail.com
Fr:
Bani Dixit <freebirdy@yahoo.com
Subject:
Your lazy wife
What
do I have to do so you can convince Rano to come out jogging with me?
Bani
____________________________________________________________________________
____________________________________________________________________________
To:
Bani Dixit <freebirdy@yahoo.com
Fr:
Ranveer Sharma <rsharma_01@gmail.com
Re:
Your lazy wife
Take
my parents out tonight for a movie and dinner. I’ll give you the money to pay
for it all. I’ve been dying for some alone time with Rano.
Ranveer
_____________________________________________________________________________
To:
Ranveer Sharma <rsharma_01@gmail.com
Fr:
Bani Dixit <freebirdy@yahoo.com
Re:
Your lazy wife
Deal. But
how will you convince her?
Bani
__________________________________________________________________________
__________________________________________________________________________
To:
Bani Dixit <freebirdy@yahoo.com
Fr:
Ranveer Sharma <rsharma_01@gmail.com
Re:
Your lazy wife
I’ll
go wake up my parents. She’ll come running out on her own in no time.
Ranveer
__________________________________________________________________________
__________________________________________________________________________
To:
Bani Dixit <bani.dixit@wgi.com
Fr:
Tarun Walia <tarunwalia@wgi.com
Subject:
My Replacement
Rani,
my brother is going to be joining the office on Monday to take over while I’m gone.
Do what you have to in order to let him know how things are done there. You may
be working for him for the time being, but you still report to me, got it? I
want to be informed about everything that is going on in my absence. Nothing
should happen without my knowledge or approval.
TW
Tarun Walia, Chief
Executive Officer
Walia Group of Industries
Sahar Road, Shakala,
Andheri (East)
Mumbai (Bombay) 400 009.
India.
________________________________________________________________________
________________________________________________________________________
To:
Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Fr:
Aditya Bali <adityabali@gmail.com
Subject:
Tomorrow
Make
sure you don’t end up crashing and burning WGI down to the ground no matter how
tempted you get. And good luck with the new job tomorrow.
Adi
_______________________________________________________________________
_______________________________________________________________________
To:
Aditya Bali <adityabali@gmail.com
Fr:
Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Re:
Tomorrow
I’ll
try not to.
Jai
p.s.
You think Tarun and Miz Chopra ever decided to get naughty on his desk? Because
if that’s the case, I’m getting myself a new one. I’m not taking my chances.
______________________________________________________________________
______________________________________________________________________
To:
Jai Walia <jai.walia@thenyjournal.com
Fr:
Annalise White <annalise.white@thenyjournal.com
Re:
Extension
Hey
Handsome,
Of
course I miss you. Didn’t know how I’d make it through a whole week without
seeing your charming face, now you want a whole month off? You’re lucky I adore
you so much. I’ll talk to Kevin about it first thing tomorrow morning and make
sure you get the leave. You let me handle it. ;)
Anna
______________________________________________________________________
______________________________________________________________________
To: Rano
Sharma <sharmagirl@hotmail.com
Fr: Bani
Dixit <freebirdy@yahoo.com
Subject:
See it wasn’t so
bad,
was it? Imagine the beautiful morning you would have missed out on if you
stayed in.
Bani
p.s.
I’ll get you your muffin tomorrow alright? Now quit bugging me for it. Geez,
you really don’t let go of things, do you?
p.p.s.
I just got an email from the Bull. He told me that his brother is going to take
his place starting tomorrow! Heeeeeeeeeeeeee, I hope he’s not as horrid as Mr.
Walia! Or turns out to be worse than the Bull himself!
___________________________________________________________________
___________________________________________________________________
To: Bani
Dixit <freebirdy@yahoo.com
Fr:
Rano Sharma <sharmagirl@hotmail.com
Re:
See it wasn’t so
I
deserve my damned muffin after all that jogging you put me through. You’d think
you’d go soft on me considering that I’m PREGNANT!!!
Rano
p.s.
Can I come over your house tonight? I need some brief escape before I
officially become insane.
p.p.s.
Didn’t you tell me that his brother was this small-time reporter? Why the hell
would he be put in charge?
____________________________________________________________________
____________________________________________________________________
To:
Rano Sharma <sharmagirl@hotmail.com
Fr:
Bani Dixit <freebirdy@yahoo.com
Re:
See it wasn’t so
I
guess he’s the best next candidate for the job in the family. Or maybe the only
one. I hope at least he’ll get my name right.
Bani
p.s. Sorry,
no can do. I’ve made plans to take your in-laws out for a movie and dinner. You
know, as a little welcome to the city sort of thing.
________________________________________________________________________
________________________________________________________________________
To: Annalise
White <annalise.white@thenyjournal.com
Fr: Jai
Walia <jai.walia@thenyjournal.com
Re: Extension
You’re
amazing. Thanks.
Jai
________________________________________________________________________
To: Tarun Walia <tarun.walia@wgi.com
________________________________________________________________________
To: Tarun Walia <tarun.walia@wgi.com
Fr: Bani Dixit <bani.dixit@wgi.com
Re: My Replacement
I understand, sir. I hope your recovery
is going well.
Bani
____________________________________________________________________
____________________________________________________________________
To: Jai
Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Fr:
Jigyasa Bali <jiggypoo@hotmail.com
Subject:
Your big break!
Oh my
gosh! I’m so excited! My little brother’s first day as the big guy calling all
the shots! Make sure you take lots of pictures! I want to see how my brother
looks as the CEO of WGI! And make sure you behave mister and don’t have any
naughty office affairs, particularly with your now assistant!
Hugs
and Kisses,
Jigs
______________________________________________________________________
______________________________________________________________________
To: Jai
Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Fr:
Aditya Bali <adityabali@gmail.com
Subject:
Job of the day
Make
sure you don’t screw things up. Don’t think that just because Tarun’s
paralyzed, he won’t have his ways of keeping a close watch over you. Miz Chopra
being his main source of information of course. I hear he’s also got his personal
assistant reporting back to him on your every move. Just watch your back, man.
Adi
_________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________
To:
Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Fr:
Tarun Walia <TarunWalia@gmail.com
Subject:
WGI
Jai, I
swear to god, if you fuck things up for me, you’re a dead man. Don’t take this
threat lightly; I do happen to know some guys who can easily have this done for
me.
Tarun
________________________________________________________________________
________________________________________________________________________
To: Jigyasa
Bali <jiggypoo@yahoo.com
Fr:
Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Re:
Your big break!
You
were kidding about the whole affair thing, right? I’m not as desperate as your
other brother for female attention to seduce Mrs. Briganza, dad’s
fifty-something old personal assistant. Mrs. Briganza is a lovely woman, but
not so lovely enough for me to indulge into a steamy love affair with her. Besides,
I don’t want to be anyone’s mistress. It’d make me feel very dirty about
myself.
By the
way, you are way too excited about all of this. It’s just a job, Jigs. This is an
indignation that you need to go find a hobby to keep yourself entertained.
Love,
Jai
p.s.
I’m not setting a good impression of myself if I’m running thirty minutes late
on the first day of the job, am I?
_________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________
To:
Aditya Bali <adityabali@gmail.com
Fr:
Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Re:
Job of the day
His
assistant is hardly a threat. She’s just an old, wheezing hag who really needs
to retire already. No offense to Mrs. Briganza, but she’s seen better days.
Jai
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To:
Tarun Walia <TarunWalia@gmail.com
Fr:
Jai Walia <jaiwalia_101@gmail.com
Re:
WGI
I
wonder how our mother is going to feel about this when I tell her that her
precious son has connections with the underworld. I guess I should start
calling you, Tarun Bhai, shouldn’t I?
Jai