Going through a couple of chapters confirmed my belief that I had met a very interesting and intriguing person.

She epitomized today's woman ... Independent, smart, effervescent and spirited. She had so much to tell and so much to share that it would be a pity if I kept the diary all to myself and thus was born the Diary of a Desi Girl. Here is an extract from its subsequent pages:

Last night over chat he had metaphorically called me a lotus. I woke up thinking about all the wonderful things he had told me and the sweet promises he had made that tickled my hormones and played havoc with my senses. I was smiling meaninglessly, when I happened to spot the most horrid blemish ever. There right in the middle of the lotus was a nasty toad – A HUGE PIMPLE!

Why today!!!! I cried out aloud, looking up for an answer. I for one have always believed that God had a weird sense of humor and was convinced that He had no empathy towards females. Why otherwise would He have planted that gigantic pimple just one day prior to the most important date of my life? Well, I decided to poof off the savings I had kept aside to buy an Esbeda handbag on getting myself a beauty and spa treatment done.

That would take up another 3 hours of my Saturday off, leaving me just enough time to go looking for a gift for him. Oh, by the way, did I tell you? His name is Vishal. "It means huge," he had once told me. But, huge what?? Was my next question. And obviously he was caught unaware, for nobody so far had asked him that.

Well, Vishal and I have been seeing each other for almost 4 months now or is it 5...no, 4 it is. We had met at a common friend's pool party. His dark complexion square face hadn't had much of an impact on me, for as far as men are concerned; I had always preferred the chocolate-boy kinds. No machismo for me is what I had said.

My friend introduced me to Vishal, "Vishal meet Isha" and left. Once inside the pool, Vishal approached me with a cheesy pick-up line, "U know u are in my name...v..ISHA...l". All I could do was widen my eyes, blink them a couple of times and roll them before gulping down my gin, all of it in a single go.

Obviously, he wasn't used to females treating him with so much contempt. But he was in no mood to give up either.

"So, how many can u have," he asked.

"What, flings?" I genuinely enquired.

"No, drinks."

"Well, I drink like a fish, and you?" I screamed into his ear to score over the decibels of the blaring music.

"Me too, like a whale," he had contributed.

"So, want to check if you can out do me?" I dared him.

"You win 'coz, I prefer enjoying my drink, not hasting with them," was his reply.

Wow a man who is man enough to allow a woman to score over him... "I like that," I thought to myself.

To be continued...