She had been waiting outside an Engineering college in Uttar Pradesh (name of the college is deliberately smudged but has 'E and T' as its last two chars) when a bunch of guys, gel-haired and empty handed, came out of their classes.
The guy at front, Kapil, reverently wished Kaveri 'Merry Christmas' and also played 'Jingle Bells Jingle Bells' tone at his new ipod. But when she asked what would he ask from Santa this time, Kapil said, "But why would Santa give me anything."
Kaveri cleared that she didn't talk about Santa of Santa-Banta fame, but about Santa Claus. To which Kapil picked both of his hands in the air as if he was asked to decode a nuclear arsenal.
His friend Mukesh tried to intervene and said, 'Madamji, Santa may go to hell. We only know Kishore Kant, he is a lame-ass and would not pass us in Electromagnetic Theory. So please let lost!'
Kaveri, playing sincere, tried to teach the kids on the matter, '' Oh ho boys! I know you are studious and aim to excel. Santa Claus is the one who comes at Christmas night and distribute gifts to others."
Now it was Kapil: '' Studious my foot! Charas and Joint are what we care for. If this Santa keeps any marijuana in his bags, then let him come at night. We will electrify him and snatch his bags. By the way, what does Santa do for his living?''
To which even our Kaveri didn't have any answer. But Mukesh, being an engineer and thus possessing ability to explain even the mystery of 'mystery', replied mockingly "Santa is a scooter-mechanic and when not in his shop, he is at the theka ( desi bar)". And clapping off they went asking each other to wake for the night in case the bitch reporter's assertion might come true: 'We can't let go free marijuana in any cse"
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