The Prologue

Another nondescript monday. Two dudes are headed towards their office. Lets call them Dude-on-the-steering(DOS) and Dud-on-the-side-seat(DOSS).

A die hard F1 fan, DOS is pissed with the slowness on roads. Audioslave's "Show me how to live" is blaring on the speakers.

DOS was rattling out names of band members of Floyd etc and giving a scientific explanation on how Megadeath rocks and Metallica sucks. Some of it is going above DOSS's head and the rest of it even higher.

The car reaches the gate of the office. One of DOSS's managers is crossing the gate with her luggage pulling behind her. DOS is unaware that their is luggage behind her. Turns his head right to flash the badge to the security all along thinking DOSS's manager has passed and ends up almost touching her luggage.

Manager starts shouting having noticed DOSS. DOS bhai is unaware and keeps moving ahead.

DOSS: Dude, stop the car.

DOS : What!!??

DOSS: Fucking stop man!.

DOS runs back to the manager and apologises.

Manager: Go call your friend

DOS runs and gets his friend back.

DOSS apologises and the matter seems closed.

We go park the car in the basement and head for the lift making fun of the incident only to realise the same manager waiting for us. I have never been in a more deafeningly silent situation.

Manager goes and makes a complaint on the mannerisms of DOSS and friend to one of other managers who comes down and has a chat with DOSS. Straightly termed "spoilt brats".

DOS, the spoilt brat, heads for IIM Cal that summer.